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lmelodie · 3 months

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Familiar Territory

BlackIce for Valentines Day!!! LET'S GOOO! A few years after Chance and Choice, BlackIce being back together for a hot second by this point.

I'm gonna be so fr, this little one shot has made me realize that I maybe don't know how to write fluff for these bitches?? It was harder than I thought it would be! There are other more fluffy concepts in my wips but this one has a lot more substance.

Oh, also y'all remember Ryder from this little doodle dump? The Mermaid? His character got overhauled and his name is Rowan now lol.

Bonus doodle at the very end, ENJOY!

Anyone from the magical realms will tell you, with varying levels of jealousy, that there are plenty of places that a magical being can roam about freely amongst human kind with minimal or even no cloaking involved. One of these being New York City, wherein everyone seems at least a little bit off kilter or odd in a way that blends everyone together in their strangeness. So realistically in the height of the Christmas season, no one would ever notice, or at least look twice at a very seasonally appropriate man in a blue suit in the midst of an otherwise normal group of friends.

"Join us! Join us! JOIN US!" Lucy’s chants fade into and then quickly out of earshot to Killian as her and Jack skate by yet another time on their route around the rink. She turns around on her skates and holds onto Jack’s shoulder so he can keep pulling her along as she waves down her fellow redhead as they go for another lap around.

She shouted the same thing to him for the last five laps and just like those other times he paid her no mind, glued to his chain smoking spot leaning against a nearby column.

The ambience of the Winter Village rink during Christmas on the edge of dusk was the pinnacle of experiencing the Christmas spirit that particular day. Even in her early twenties her enthusiasm for such things has never wavered, bouncing off the walls all day and Jack, Killian and Rowan were all subject to her special brand of holiday energy. Which includes her insisting that Killian should get out on the ice with them.

He only showed up maybe an hour ago, knowing that Jack was somewhere in the city, but he overlooked the inevitable presence of his emotional support dormouse and her new squeeze. So the boogeyman patiently waits for them to finish off on the side of the rink, watching her spin back around to take Jack’s arm for the casual stroll. His presence unassumingly creates a breach of space in the crowd of civilians around him who fear to approach him any further for reasons they themselves cannot articulate.

“Behind you!” Rowan shouts out to the pair as he quickly catches up to them on their rotation.

A curiously out of sorts human pyromancer that swept the young woman off her feet about 6 months ago. The whole met in college love story between a wizard and a sorceress with the stack of dropped books that he offered to help her with and everything. A rigamarole of horrible cliches that they've been enjoying to no end.

He quickly catches up to the pair and crashes into Lucy from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her forward and away from Jack as they slow to a stop further ahead. She chuckles in good spirits with him all the same.

“How'd I do?” Rowan asks through gasps of air as he brushes back the brown shaggy hair from his face.

Lucy rolls up the sleeve on her overcoat to check her watch, “Fifteen laps around in…forty five minutes.”

"What!? Oh come on! I was really pushing it too,” he chuckles breathlessly.

“That's not a bad time at all! I don't think.”

"Eh. I've seen faster," Jack interjects as he quickly passes them by.

“Nobody asked you,” she shouts after him, quickly tilting her head up to Rowan. “Don't listen to him, your time was fine. If it's any consolation you were fast in my heart.”

Rowan snickers, “That doesn't even make sense.”

“It does so! Physics works differently in my heart. And what makes even more sense is getting a cocoa break,” she can feel her date dropping his arms from her waist as she takes his hand and pulls him along. “Keeping warm is important when someone likes to bite peoples fingers!”

Jack turns over his shoulder at the call out as they catch back up to him, “Excuse me? You've got the wrong guy here. I've worked hard to scrub that reputation clean ya know, and you're over here dragging my name back through the mud again. If you're looking for a finger biter, look at him.”

He vaguely gestures to Killian on the sidelines as the three of them complete the last lap and skate back up to the gate they entered at. Jack watches Lucy and Rowan exit the rink while he lingers behind on the ice and throws his elbows on the ledge. On cue, Killian throws the half burnt cigarette onto the floor and snuffs it out with boot, throwing his hands into his pockets to stroll over to where Jack has stopped.

“Your turn,” he says with a smug grin.

He rolls his eyes, “Absolutely not.”

“Why? Because you know you can't do it?”

“Yeah, actually. So what,” Killian shifts his weight slightly over to stand a fraction closer to the open gateway to the rink, the throngs of people moving about around him also move accordingly.

“So, I've been trying to teach you how for sky knows how long. It's your own fault you don't know.”

“None of that has been teaching, it was sabotaging,” he provides a ghost of a smile, “It's not a skill I need to know. There has never been a time where skating on the ice has ever been useful to me.”

“Says who?” Jack replies, “Who's to say it won't come in handy in the knick of time one of these days?”

“Me. That's never gonna happen so I don't need to learn.”

Jack gets an idea. Well, Jack had the idea ever since Killian showed up and has been simmering this entire time. It's the same idea he always has in locations and circumstances like these.

“Mhm, right. So why are you here exactly?” he asks with an air of feigned innocence.

Killian sighs, “Because I actually wanna do something fun for a change.”

“What, you're telling me that small children face planting onto the ice isn't fun?”

Killian looks out onto the ice with a small chuckle to see if any such occurrences would make themselves loudly known, “Oh don't get me wrong, that's always funny. Especially if you get a few right after the other in a stupid little domino effect. Or if all of them go down at once at the same time.”

Jack snorts in choking back a laugh, “Exactly. And I'm sure it would be a lot funnier from a better vantage point,” He says, motioning to the open gate.

Kills shakes his head, “Hah, nice try, but not in your immortal life. Now let's blow this ice cube stand and go west, I want a front row seat when the 405 gets backed up and wrecked from a freak blizzard.”

The marginally threatening tone and that one specific look was practically designed to catch a Yes as an answer, as the prospect was something they did often in the last couple years. Jack makes it seem he’s got him hook, line and sinker.

“Fine. I guess I can squeeze that into my very busy schedule—,” Jack pauses as he takes one foot off the ice, looking around the immediate vicinity before grabbing Killians arm with both hands, “—later!”

In one fell swoop Jack pulls Killian out onto the ice with subtle wisps of blue magic forming under his boots with each step to make blades of ice. A couple of sharp swears are heard as he clumsily stumbles into the rink, nearly slipping and falling at least twenty times in quick succession, forced to grab onto Jack as his only form of stability. He quickly comes to an unsteady stop, far enough away from the gate so he can't backtrack too easily and practically clings to Jack out of necessity, holding his breath.

Jack on the other hand keeps both of their weight steady by holding onto his upper arms with the biggest, shit eating smirk on his face. He lets him adjust his balance slightly as he lets the moment simmer for half a second, savoring it.

“Need help?” he finally says.

Killian's face uncharacteristically flushes, “No...! And fuck you!”

Jack can’t help but snicker while trying to help him stand up straighter and actually get moving somewhat, which his body language vehemently disagrees with and actively fights him against, “I just can't believe that after nearly two thousand years you still fall for it. Everytime. Truly amazing, have I ever told you how incredible you are?”

“Shut up! I’ll fucking kill you,” Killian grumbles, nearly sputters, tightening his grip on arms when his feet wobble a bit, “You are going to pay for this later, I swear to god.”

“Hm, promise?”

This actually earns a tiny laugh from him, but also gains a more menacing look, “You’d like that wouldn't you. Your just so fucking lucky that there’s so many people hERE—!”

Lucy and Rowan seated themselves on a nearby bench to watch Killian nearly fall again, each having their own cup of fresh cocoa. Lucy stretches and waves one of her arms in the air to catch their attention, “You're doing great Kills!”

“Lucy, I will break BOTH of your legs!”

Killian doesn't turn back but Jack looks directly at her with that same smug grin and a casual two finger salute to her as Killlian tries to steady himself again, clearly enjoying every precious second, knowing that it is a passing moment of superiority.

Lucy pays his threat no mind, Rowan beside her giving the two a more worried look for her safety as they survey the pair on the ice, their relative peace quickly devolves into their usual petty arguing about how Killian was only making things worse and Jack telling him to stop moving so much. This, turning a few heads of the other skaters that stay far, far away from the duo.

Rowan turns back to Lucy, giving a quick glance to her mug before pulling out his wand from an inside coat pocket. He brings the amber tip to trace the rim of the cup with a very soft glow, summoning trails of golden magic to follow its path and dip into the hot chocolate with fading sparkle and seeping the enchantment into the drink, making sure it stays at a perfectly hot temperature.

“You're almost as bad as him,” she softly smiles and brings the cup to her mouth, “you're not supposed to use magic out and about ya know.”

“It's not magic, it's…a prop,” he casually tries to excuse. “There's a Harry Potter store like, an hour away, it's fine. I just hate that the drinks get cold so fast.”

“Thanks,” her posture relaxes when taking another sip and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Rowan, while getting more used to it, still blushes slightly when she leans against him. He intuitively puts his free arm around her shoulder as they watch Killian struggle on the ice, with Jack trying not to laugh too hard at him. Lucy continues to egg him on from the sidelines with returned threats on her life, both her and Jack taking varying levels of enjoyment in his struggle for very different reasons.

#digital art #musings #CC #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #BlackIce #jack frost #Lucy Miller #OC #its so hard to write fluff for these bitches!#impossible to think they DONT suffer in any given scenario

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pbear · 9 months

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Hahaha guess what I’m doing again

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christinescarf · 3 years

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just thinking about Lucy St Louis

her radiant Think of Me that, despite vocal perfection, still holds a twinge of anxiety and nervousness to it, until, as if encouraged by Raoul's memory of her, she demonstrates full control of that cadenza

her unrelenting belief in the angel of music, she really sells you the fact that this poor girl thinks Erik was sent by her father

her being surprised beyond belief with the fact that Raoul might be here, that he might've actually returned to her, and then the small giggle when she confirms that it is, indeed, him

her title song cadenza!!!

the way she puts emphasis on "MAN", her "i remember" is accusatory and confused, which doesn't make Erik lashing out at her not even five seconds later any better

from then on Lucy's Christine is in a panic, she's grappling with the fact that the Phantom and her Angel are one and the same, yet she also feels something very real for the man, her build-up to "SOAR" is a release, a confession not only to Raoul, but herself

her and Rhys' AIAOY is on a league of its own, I could make a whole post analyzing the inflections, the facial expressions and blocking, but the utter RADIANCE present in Lucy during the "Think of Me" cadenza returns once more, and for once the night isn't a giant boogeyman, it's something she'll face head-on, with Raoul by her side

the sadness in her voice when she understands she will never truly be free...probably ever. Erik will always be at the back of her mind, even when he's nowhere to be seen, and her "you will understand in time" really sounds desperate and apologetic to the max

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU EVIL WOMAN, HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!" and "I CANNOT SING IT, DUTY OR NOT" are delivered with such vitriol

"in this... [sigh] the Phantom's opera" again, she is and always will be at the mercy of this man and his actions

she reprises "in sleep he sang to me..." in completely jaded, unemotional fashion (I've heard many Christines really express their feelings of betrayal, but Lucy sounds like she's repeated those words to herself until they mean nothing)

her "Wishing" is a masterclass of its own, from anger and hurt ["Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing", "her father promised her" transitioning to a meaningless phrase], to the entire chorus as a plea, "GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO TRY" and "NO MORE GAZING ACROSS THE WASTED YEARS" being sung through tears, and then reaching an acceptance with "help me say goodbye", where that same radiance sneaks in somewhat

and then PONR is just her retaking the control and autonomy Erik's stripped from her from day one and destroying him with it (she drags out that second "decided" and grunts out "CONsume us" so deliciously)

"so STAND and watch it burn" is angry, vigilant, and then when she pulls the hood off the emotion just comes crashing down on her, as if she cannot believe it's actually Erik looking back at her. the man who's crept up on her for years, months on end. and when he pulls out the ring, she just looks at him with the biggest amount of pity, because WHY WOULD HE BE DOING THIS, and why is there a part of her that wants to accept...

and the Final Lair...I could ramble on and on, because Lucy also changes based on whether she's with Killian or James, but with James there's this bubbling anger mixed with fear, mixed with the last bits of attraction, mixed with pity, mixed with disappointment and betrayal, that's just written all over her. and the fact that she sees he's also beyond the point of return and knows it doesn't make it any easier for her. that same jadedness that was present at the beginning of the graveyard creeps in and is quickly changed by ANGER as she sings out "you are not alone" and kisses him

she's so sorry to leave him, but at the same time she knows it's for the best. a tear escapes. he may love her, but she cannot bear the music of the night. and, just as the libretto says, she sings her final words to Raoul, not looking back

"each morning" with that same radiance

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veliseraptor · 5 years

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mcu rewatch: iron man 3

aka my favorite iron man movie of the trilogy + all the other movies that are iron man movies

honestly when I’m not in fandom I really like tony - he’s a lot of fun to watch and he’s a very interesting character, and I think that’s very much on display in this movie.

I really, really like the fact that his PTSD is real and keeps coming up and gets in the way - it’s not just “dramatic flashbacks” but anxiety attacks, and has real consequences for him and his life (i.e. with Pepper)

p.s. I remember when people were calling Pepper “abusive” for the time she leaves when the armor pins her down in the middle of the night and like. get out of here with that shit

Maya Hansen deserved better. (no, seriously, she had so much potential. all these lady scientists in the MCU getting shafted, I count at least three at this point. wait, actually four, I forgot Helen Cho (so did the MCU))

I know a lot of people were mad about the Mandarin twist but I actually think it’s very good and very smart - he’s literally a manufactured terrorist threat engineered by an American corporation. he’s a boogeyman conjured based on existing fears - and meanwhile, the real terrorist is an angry white man.

once again, a movie where Tony’s past mistakes come back to haunt him. the whole “we create our own demons” story is one that echoes in every Tony movie, and then again in Ultron, and it’s made very explicit here.

Harley is the best kid.

other than the Mandarin bait-and-switch, Aldrich Killian was really a profoundly boring villain.

the more interesting story was the “Tony stripped down and finding that he can still manage without his suits” - Tony is always at his most interesting, I think, when what he’s working with isn’t fancy tech but rather his ingenuity and mechanical/engineering know-how. that’s what I like about his interactions with Harley - he’s not a “genius billionaire playboy etc.” - he’s “a mechanic.”

“that was really violent” oh my god Pepper was the real MVP of this movie, change my mind

I love that she got the final shot at Killian, I really do

“she was already perfect” god I love Pepper/Tony so much, they’re just such a good couple and their dynamic is great

this is the second movie in the entire MCU since Thor to pass the Bechdel Test, and I’m pretty sure the only one until Black Panther (Maya and Pepper talking about idealism and science)

but also RHODEY I love Rhodey so much and he was gold in this movie, what a god damn superhero

anyway - that’s about it for this movie. next up: the dark world, aka that movie I have a lot of really unwarranted positive feelings about.

#mcu rewatch #maybe by 2020 i'll be caught up

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themadlostgirl · 5 years

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Not Dead Yet (Part 74)

*Pet by A Perfect Circle is eerily befitting to this fic me thinks*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language

Since the curse was broken things were pretty chaotic. Regina regained her powers, I learned that Rumplestiltskin has a beautiful girlfriend, Ruby is a werewolf and got accused of murder, Emma and Mary Margaret finally got back from the Enchanted Forest, and Archie was believed dead.

All the while that chaos was going on I was basically glued to Henry’s side. I had to be. Not that it was easy. That kid gets around a lot and keeping tabs on him got harder and harder. When I wasn’t following Henry around I was reporting back to Regina. She didn’t have a lot of friends and as the only person that could take on Rumple I wasn’t letting her go as an ally.

Speaking of the Dark One I was keeping as far from him as possible. He’s the only one here that knows who I am. If he blows the whistle on who I am then all the progress I’ve made will be erased. He’ll most likely kill me too so there was that problem as well

With everything that had happened I didn’t think living in this hellhole could get any stranger or more annoying. That was until the night a stranger drove into town, as well as a familiar face. One Captain Killian Jones scraped and bruised and lying in a hospital bed. If he was here then he could come in handy. I needed more information.

After he was stabilized and Emma did her little interrogation I snuck into the room.

“Heard an old seadog got hit by a car.”

“Oh joy…” Hook groaned. He opened his eyes and saw me standing at the end of his hospital bed. “I thought I had seen the last of you near thirty years ago.”

“You’re glad to see me, Hook. Admit it.”

“Maybe I would if I didn’t know you.”

“Such harsh words, Killian, harsh words. Still preferable to listening to you hit on Emma. Other attachments? Really? You’re gross.” I rifled through his personal effects until I found his flask. I took a nip but was saddened to realize it was empty. “Come on. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a good bottle of rum when the drinking age is twenty one and you look like you’re in your late teens?”

“If only they knew.”

“If only.” I tossed the flask aside and started searching through his other things.

“No go ahead, what’s mine is yours.”

“Of course it is.” I pulled out his coat, “I’ve always wanted to try this on.”

“That’s enough, love.” he lifted his chained hand to try and stop me.

“Problem?” I smirked as I set down the coat.

“When I am free of these chains--”

“You’ll what? Hunt me down? Kill me? Is that really in your best interests?”

“Tell me he’s not here as well.”

“He isn’t. Good for you, huh?”

“What do you want, Y/N?” he growled.

“Come now, Killian. We’ve known each other a long time. What do you think I want?”

“You need a way back to Neverland.”

“I need an ally. Someone who knows the real me. Someone I can trust.”

“Trust?” he laughed, “After everything you and that demon of yours did to me, you think I’ll help you?”

“I think that if you were to return Peter’s long lost Lost Girl he’d be inclined to grant you anything you desire. No strings attached.”

“Not interested.”

“What other options do you have? Outside of the Dark One no one here knows who I really am. They trust me. I can help you if you help me.”

“Still not interested.”

“For now.” I took the paperclip from his medical papers and handed it to him, “Should help with the cuffs. I’ll be seeing you.”

I started to walk out of the hospital when I collided into someone. “Sorry,” I looked up and my blood ran cold. Rumplestiltskin.

“Best to look in front of you when you walk, dearie.” his gaze slid over me before stepping around me and walking into the hospital himself.

I let out a breath of relief. He didn’t recognize me. Thank the gods. If the Dark One doesn’t remember me then I have no enemies in this town outside of Hook. I don’t need to keep worrying that I’m gonna get murdered.

Satisfied I walked deep into the forest. I’d been keeping a cozy little camp of my own in these woods since the curse broke. It was the closest thing resembling home I had here.

I wish I could go home. I’ve tried a couple times to call the shadow but it never showed. I don’t know if it is the barrier around the town or what but it wasn’t coming to my rescue. The only way I can get out of here now is a portal and given that a bunch of our problems in this town are that we can’t leave it means that option is out.

I don’t know what I should do. The shadow can’t hear me, there are no magic beans, and if I tried to leave the town I would forget who I really am. The day grew later and soon the stars dotted the sky.

I had chosen this particular spot in the woods for a few reasons. It was far from civilization and easily hidden. There were natural cover points for if I ever was attacked. Most importantly, when the night sky rolled by, I could see Neverland. The second star to the right glowed above my forest bed inviting me home before it moved on and was hidden by the foliage again.

Now that I could remember everyone I was missing home more and more. The twenty eight years I had been trapped here were still stuck in my head but it had also made it feel like no real time had passed at all. I think it has to do with living on an island that never ages for hundreds of years that it didn’t affect me too much. But now I was awake and I was aging and I could feel every second of my life ticking away. Every moment I was here was another moment I could have been home with Devin and Wendy and Tigerlily and Felix and everyone else. Every morning when I woke up cold and alone was a stab to my heart because I knew that I should be wrapped in Peter’s arms warm and safe and happy. But instead I was here. Playing a game of long term deceptions in a hope to keep myself alive and bring Henry back so that he can save Peter.

I looked at the stars. The one that led to Neverland and didn’t try to stop the tears that leaked from my eyes. “I believe…”

I waited for something. Anything. Then I felt it. A buzz in the air. Magic. Dark magic.

“Peter?” I looked for a shift in the shadows.

“Not exactly, Lost Girl.”

“Damn,” The fire sparked to life to reveal Rumplestiltskin on the other side of the flames, “I see now it was naive to think you didn’t remember me.”

“How could I not remember you? You escaped my dungeons.” he looked around at my camp, “You know, this realm has a wonderful thing called indoor plumbing and central heating you could be taking advantage of instead of roughing it out here in the dark and cold.”

“I like it out here. It’s what I’m used to.” I reached for my club feeling more in control with a weapon in my grasp, “What brings you out here? Something tells me you didn’t come to chew the fat with one of your former torture victims.”

“And you’d be right for the most part. How’d you end up here? I thought you had absconded back to Neverland.”

“I did. Unfortunately I traveled back to the Enchanted Forest looking for something and got caught up in this nightmare. I’m aging again, I’m surrounded by goody-two-shoes all the time, and I have no way to get back home. So I’m a little agitated and if you don’t want me to break your face in, Rumple, I’d get to the point of this chit chat.”

“You think you could land a hit on me?” he scoffed.

“I’d really like to try.” I gripped my club tighter.

“Such ferocity. I think we could have been good allies in another life.”

“Oh we could have been I’m sure. But things are not like that. So again, what are you doing here? Come to kill me? Torture me? I’m Henry’s babysitter, if I go missing I think there are a good number of heroes that are going to notice.”

“I know. You’re too close to the Charming’s to be offed without notice. That’s why we’re going with a less bloody method.”

Before I could react I was no longer at my camp but at the town line. My club was in Rumple’s hands. “I believe you know what happens if someone tries to leave town, do you not?”

I looked behind me at the bright orange line marking the town border. “Rumplestiltskin, don’t you dare.”

“How horrible it was to find Henry’s trusted babysitter wandering lost and alone without her memories. She must have accidentally crossed the town line while hiking through the woods.”

“No one will believe that.”

“Why wouldn’t they? They know you live up here. It would be very easy to believe you walked across an unmarked border, dearie. Unfortunate, but very believable.”

“No…” I looked for a way to escape. “Don’t do this. I’m not going back to that life.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” he pointed my club at me, “Now let’s get this over with.”

“We can make a deal. You said that we could have been allies in a past life. Why not this one? New realm, new time, new rules.”

“Until you get what you want and stab me in the back. You really think I’m so stupid as to believe the word of a Lost One favored and trained by Pan? You’re a good liar, one of the best I’ve seen, but not good enough to convince me otherwise.”

“No!” I charged him but was blown back. I flew backwards through the air, that orange line coming closer and--

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“Don’t fret precious I’m here”

What was going on? What’s that voice?

I opened my eyes and looked at where I was. I was on the side of the road. My body ached and I could tell instantly that my hands and knees were scraped into a bloody mess. What the heck happened?

“Lay your head down child. I won't let the boogeyman come. Counting bodies like sheep. To the rhythm of the war drums.”

My phone? I picked it up and saw that someone was trying to call me. I didn’t recognize the song playing. When did I change it?

“Hello?” I answered. My head is so fuzzy.

“Y/N, where are you? I need you to watch Henry.” I recognized it as David’s voice.

“What?” I tried to shake the buzzing from my head but it only succeeded in making it worse. “I’m by the town line. I don’t know how I ended up here.”

“The town line…” David got quiet. “Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

I sat up with a groan as I inspected my injuries closer. My hands were scraped really badly, my knees were too but my jeans seemed to help minimize the damage. I touched my face and winced. I tried to see my face in the reflection of my phone. It was cut too.

A few minutes later a car pulled up to where I was and David and and another woman stepped out. “Y/N! Are you alright?”

“I think so…” David helped me up. “I just really wanna go home now. Mom and dad must be worried about me.”

The two of them shared a look. “What?”

“What do you think your names is?” the woman asked.

“What is this a concussion test?”

“Answer the question.” she demanded.

“Marigold. My name is Marigold. I live in Storybrooke. My parents’ names are Kevin and Linda Barrie. Can I go home now? I need a hot shower and some disinfectant.”

~~~

“It’s an incredible likeness.” Peter paused his sketching and looked over his shoulder.

“What do you want, Wendy bird?” He sighed.

“I didn’t know you could draw.” She sat down next to him and looked closer to the drawing in his lap, “May I?”

He slid the paper to her. “I assume I don’t need to tell you that if you mention this to anyone--”

“I won’t.” Wendy smiled at the drawing. It was a mirror likeness of Y/N. “It’s not the same without her around, isn’t it?”

“Certainly less aggravating.” he snatched the drawing back and slipped it into his pocket. “Was there a point to this conversation?”

“You do know it’s alright to miss her.”

Peter didn’t answer.

“She’s safe.” Wendy squeezed his shoulder, “I know she is. She’ll be home soon.”

Peter got up and left but not before whispering one thing that barely reached Wendy’s ears. “I hope you’re right.”

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#slowburn #ouat peter pan #peter pan ouat #ouat #neverland #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader

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erotetica · 4 years

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THANK you. for your consideration, here are all of my fixatives:

-i rule 63 killian jones. everything else is the same. actually it’s not bc I think killian has a moral righteousness-slash-phobia about magic bc shes fantasy-communist and magic is a tool of the bourgeoise. OBVIOUSLY. and since emma is a magic user I think it would be fascinating to deal with that.

-i rule 63 kilian jones and make milah live. they make a lesbotic mess and kill rumpelsiltskin by making merlin take responsibility for his fucking boogeyman. fuck EVERYBODY else. milah is my favorite person so i’m partial to this one.

-I rule 63 emma swan. everything else stays the same. I know most of what’s wrong with once upon a time is the plot but I really couldn't give a shit. david and mary-margaret hate their new son in law bc he’s very snide about absolute monarchy. ‘one family distributing dark curses is no basis for choosing a mayor, supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from farcical memory-altering magic’ etc etc

-i rule 63 no one but emma swan and killian jones are wlw/mlm solidarity. emma dates regina and killian dates ursula WHO IS DIVINE LIKE GOD WANTED. the show ends in season 4 bc *I* make her ridiculously overpowered and not ‘the little mermaid 2,′ and the AU roleswap fanfic doesn't happen. rumpelstiltskin also dies here I guess, it’s good for my skin.

I don't have a constructive conclusion I just think all things should be gayer and meaner.

#Robert Carlyle’s lizardsona is pure nonsense. Bad to think on.#well acted tho #i REALLY only care about killian jones and it really doesnt change #I also liked how the show challenged charming/snow white being purely good bc they’re heroes #and how having a kid who isn’t purely good and heroic would be a challenge for all three of them #so I would redo that too so it’s not horseshit in practice #we were all robbed of a drag queen sea witch panacea to all ills #born to be cheap: ON A BOAT #once upon a time #tag apologizing for talking about once upon a time again #PERHAPS ERRONEOUSLY.#gracias obi juan quienquiera que seas

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vanillatwilight17 · 7 years

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A New Beginning (Chapter 2)

Link to Chapter 1: http://vanillatwilight17.tumblr.com/post/161335347638/a-new-beginning

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue.

A/N: I hope you liked chapter 1! Now on to chapter 2!

Chapter 2: Our Little Rum Cork

Emma and Killian sat together in the waiting room of Dr. Whale's office anxiously awaiting their appointment. Emma glanced over at Killian and noticed that he couldn't stay still, constantly shifting his body and looking all over the office as if waiting for the boogeyman to jump out at him.

"I'm nervous too." Emma said taking his hand in hers.

"I'm not nervous love," Killian said with no conviction. Emma raised her eyebrow at him.

"Superpower," she said.

"Alright I might be a bit nervous."

"Emma Jones!" A nurse called into the waiting room.

"That's us!" She said grabbing Killian by the hand and leading him back into the examination room.

"Good morning, my name is Lauren and I'll be your nurse today. What brings you in?"

"I have taken three pregnancy tests and they all came back positive so we are here to confirm and get a check up." Emma told the nurse.

"Ok great! Congratulations! I'll just get your vitals and take some blood to confirm and then Dr. Whale will be in to speak with you."

"Sounds good!" Emma said as the nurse got to business. When the nurse put the needle in her arm Killian squeezed her hand.

"You ok?" Emma asked.

"I don't like it when they have to poke and prod you like that."

"If that makes you queasy you are in big trouble when the thing is born mister."

"That's not it, I don't like seeing you hurt in any way."

"Killian that barely pinched."

"Still love, I wish I could bear it all for you." Emma thought her heart was going to explode. He couldn't be anymore supportive and loving towards her if he tried. She leaned over to kiss him which quickly turned passionate but was interrupted by Dr. Whale entering the room.

"Mrs. Jones it seems that….well no surprise how we got here is it?" He said as he closed the door behind him. Emma blushed but Killian looked pleased with himself.

"I love my wife doctor, what can I say?" He said with a wink in her direction.

"Well congratulations you two, you are definitely pregnant. I want to do a sonogram to see how far along you are and check that everything is progressing as it should. So Emma if you could just lay back for me and lift up your shirt we can get this show on the road.

"This is your second pregnancy correct?"

"Yes, but it's been a while and I only got one sonogram with Henry. Jail medics weren't the best." Emma said reach over to squeeze Killian's hand at the painful memory. Thankful that this time around she would not be reliving those horrible circumstances.

"Alright so you know the drill with this, it's going to be cold I apologize." He squirted the gel on her stomach causing her to jump at the chilly sensation. He put the wand to her stomach and Emma tightened her grip on Killian's hand even more. Soon, grey images appeared on the screen in front of them.

"Alright, so here is your uterus, and here is your baby." Dr. Whale said pointing at a small object in the center of the screen. "Let me just take some quick measurements but from what I can see here it looks like you are about six weeks along." Emma felt tears welling up in her eyes. There on the screen was the product of the love her and Killian shared. She looked over at Killian and saw he was awestruck, obviously modern world technology had blown his mind yet again, allowing him to see his child at such an early stage.

"Everything looks good and the baby appears to be very healthy. Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" Both parents nodded their heads and the sound of a powerful thump thump thump filled the room. At this point Killian joined Emma in tears and they both let out laughs of joy.

"Should it be beating so fast?" He asked the doctor, wiping his eyes.

"Totally normal. Right now their heart beats about twice as fast as yours does. This one sounds particularly strong so both mommy and baby get a clean bill of health today and you can expect to be parents sometime in late February. I'm going to send you home with a list of good and bad foods and some general dos and don'ts and we can schedule a follow up appointment for you in about two months. Would you like me to get copies of the pictures for you?" Both Killian and Emma were so excited they practically skipped out to the car.

"This magic, it's incredible! We can see our child before it's born love! Look Emma, that's out baby right there!" Killian said pointing to the picture. He couldn't get the grin to disappear from his face and Emma couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

"It is! If you are this excited now wait a few months till it actually starts looks human." She said. Killian pulled the picture to his chest and playfully glared at her.

"What are you talking about when it starts to look human? Our baby is beautiful. Don't let Mommy hurt your feelings little one, she didn't mean it! Daddy thinks you are absolutely beautiful." He said placing his hand over her stomach causing Emma to laugh even harder.

"Remind me to pull up a picture of a fetus at six weeks then we can evaluate it's beauty." She said rolling her eyes at him.

"No matter what this baby looks like it's beautiful because it's ours and we made it." Killian said stroking the side of Emma's face.

When they got home Killian wanted to display the sonogram pictures all over the house but Emma had to burst his bubble and tell him no.

"I'm not saying no forever I just want to tell Henry first before we go putting pictures everywhere."

"Well coming home to see the pictures would certainly be a way to tell the lad. He's going to be a big brother Emma! Do you know how excited he's going to be?" Killian asked.

"I know but….just give me a few days to figure out how to tell him. I want it to be special. You don't find out you're going to be a big brother every day after all." Emma said. Killian could tell there was more to it than that but he didn't want to push her. She would tell him when she was ready. So for the time being, the pictures stayed safely tucked away in their possession.

That night while getting ready for bed Emma caught Killian staring at the sonogram. He looked happy still but she could see the concern in his eyes.

"Trying to decide if it looks more like a blob version of me or you?" She asked trying to lighten the mood.

"Our child isn't a blob, it's gorgeous because it will look just like you." He said pulling her close to him.

"I thought you were the devilishly handsome one?" She asked him wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Aye love but the world couldn't handle two specimens as beautiful as I in it so naturally our child will favor you in looks." He said winking at her. She playfully swatted him on the shoulder.

"What's really bothering you?"

"I'm just worried I won't make a good father is all." He said not even bothering to try and hide it from her.

"Why would you be concerned about that? You already are an amazing father. The way you are with Henry is incredible! You have nothing to worry about."

"My past love…I've done terrible things. What happens when our child finds out I killed two of its great grandfathers or plundered hundreds of towns resulting in children becoming orphans. What will they think of me then? Regardless of what kind of father I am?"

"Our child will love you unconditionally because when they are old enough to understand we will share these stories with them and tell them how you changed and became the hero they will know you to be!" Emma cupped her husbands face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I just don't want to be a disappointment or make our child feel ashamed of who their father is."

"How many kids get to say their dad is Captain Hook? I don't think there will be any shame in that regard."

"Aye love, I guess that is a pretty cool bragging right isn't it?"

"This baby's family tree is one crazy cool bragging right."

"That it is. Oh no, it could be worse what if…they see that wretched cartoon version of me?" Emma cracked a smile.

"Oh I'll make sure that they do!" Killian rolled her onto her back and propped himself up with his good hand.

"You will do no such thing young lady! That film is forbidden in this house!" He playfully shook his hook in her face to show he meant business but all he got from her was a laugh.

"See, you got this whole father thing down already! I'm just as scared as you are Killian. I'm not really any better off than you are. Henry came into my life only shortly before he came into yours, my parenting skills aren't much more polished. I mean I have fake memories of raising him from curse number what was that two? Three? But whatever it's not the same as actually raising a baby. We both will have a lot to learn."

"The best part is we can learn it together love." Emma rested her head on his chest and he wrapped one arm around her and pulled out the sonogram and they both looked at it.

"It kinda looks like the cork to a rum bottle right now."

"Oh how lovely. Most developing babies get cute nicknames like peanut or nugget. Ours gets rum cork." Emma said rolling her eyes.

"Would you expect anything less from us?" Killian asked and Emma shook her head laughing.

"It's a rather perfect little rum cork isn't it?" She asked. Looking at the picture and gently rubbing her stomach, his hand joining hers.

"That it is love, that it is."

A/N: Chapter 3 is currently in the works! Please leave a review and tell me what you thought of this one!

#cs ff #ouat ff #captain swan ff #daddy killian #cs baby ff #cs pregnant ff #cs baby #cs pregnant #pregnant emma #captain swan #emma swam #killian jones #emma jones

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thornstocutyouwith · 5 years

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Detention AU Asher as Clapton Malcolm as The Little Brother/Taylors Brother Aries as Sander AlaStar as Gord Micah as Mimi Calypso as Elliot

Soul Survivors Micah as Shawn Karma as Ruben Pandora as Anabelle

House at the End of The Street AU Crispin as Ryan

Stay Alive AU Sage as Phin Micah as Swink Calypso as Hutch Asher as The Countess

Carrier AU Micah as Brian Sage as Danny/Kate

Alien: Covenant/Prometheus AU Micah as David Calypso as The Giant Alien

Blessed AU Sage as One of the Twins Crispin as Grieg

Orphan AU Calypso as the boy Karma as The girl Crispin as the dad Micah as the Dead baby/Plant Aries as The environment

The Strangers AU Micah as Scott

The Ninth Gate AU

Child's Play AU Micah as Andy/Myka Asher as Chucky

Pan's Labyrinth AU Micah as the Baby

House on Haunted Hill AU Micah as Pritchett Calypso as Eddie Asher as Evelyn Moros as The Evil Entity

The Little Vampire AU Micah as Tony

Nightmare on Elm Street Remake AU Micah as Calypso as Sage as

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Calypso as Micah as

Friday the 13th AU Micah as Wheels (P2) Calypso as Jeff(p2) Sage as Asher as Jason

Hellraiser AU

Cirque De Freak: the vampire’s assistant AU Asher as Steve Killian as Evra Aries as The Spider Micah as Harkat

The Craft AU Asher as Nancy Sage as Burn Victim Calypso as Chris

The Covenant AU Asher/Chase as Chase Sage as Reid Micah as Tyler

Stranger Things AU Calypso as Will Micah as Mike Aries as Steeeeeevve Moros as Shadow Monster Sage as Hopper

South Park AU Asher as Cartman Calypso as Kenny Micah as Butters Micah as Tweek

Mr. Robot Seti/Micah as Elliot

The Girl on The Train

The White Queen AU Micah as Edward Killian as Warrick Jasper as One of the Warrick Daughters/Nice one/Anne Calypso as Henry, Not the head chippy one. Willow as One of Edwards daughters

Valerian AU Tancred as Valerian Ember as Lauraline

Spiderman Homecoming AU Milo as Peter Micah/Mathias as Iron Man

Overboard AU Colden as Dean

The Children of The Corn AU

Kalyan - Matthew Daddario Born around 86 1800s meets Elise Born in Nepal to a Nepalian mother.

Riverdale AU Aries as Jason Septimus/Sebastian as Jughead Calypso as Archie

Amityville: The Awakening AU Sage as James Micah as Juliet

The Lost Boys AU Asher as David Micah/Seti as Star Tristan/Calypso as Sam Julian as Freddie

The Haunting in Connecticut AU Caly as Matthew Micah as Billy

Boogeyman AU Calypso as Tim

Bride of Chucky AU Asher as Chucky Calypso as Jesse

When Good Ghouls Go Bad AU

The Haunting of Hill House AU Micah as Luke Pandora as Theodora

Hollow Man AU Calypso as Sebastian Sage as Carter Crispin as Matthew/Thanos

Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile AU Cadmus as Ted

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ao3feed-connor · 6 years

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Detroit: Become GAY

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SmRrzR

by TheVelvetStorian

Have you ever just wondered, “What would happen if Captain Hook, the Boogeyman, a drunk gay Frenchman and Connor the android sent by CyberLife happened to meet in a bar one night?” If you have, well first of all what the fuck. But second of all, this fic is for you. Please don’t kill me over this, I honestly couldn’t tell you what I must’ve been high on when I wrote this.

Words: 5956, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Les Misérables (2012), Once Upon a Time (TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Grantaire (Les Misérables), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Oogie Boogie, Hank Anderson, Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire, Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Original Characters

Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Grantaire (Les Misérables)

Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, Crack Relationships, Crack Treated Seriously, sometimes, What Have I Done, no one asked for this, Why Did I Write This?, Everyone Is Gay, Grantaire is a drunk gay as usual, Captain Hook is a confused gay, The Boogeyman is their gay stalker, Connor is just gay, This uses the word "mate" way too many freaking times, I sincerely apologize if your name is Dylan, Alcohol, Lots of alcohol, Murder, The boogeyman has a coffee addiction

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SmRrzR

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #dbh connor #detroit: become human

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ao3feed-lesmiserables · 6 years

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Detroit: Become GAY

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SmRrzR

by TheVelvetStorian

Words: 5956, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Les Misérables (2012), Once Upon a Time (TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Grantaire (Les Misérables)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SmRrzR

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #les miserables #les mis

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safyresky · 1 year

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If your Christmas prompts are still open, I wanna request #22. Holiday lights BUT! It has to involve Lucy in it. She is my girl :)

(25 Days of Christmas Prompts) (which yes, now that I got this one out I am STILL DOING! send them in if ur vibin!)

Lucy? LUCY? HELL YEAH. I stole ur blorbo too btws, I hope that's okay given the uh, joint custody. IT'S MY WEEK NOW (/jk). I just think he neat 🥺🥺. Also this is why this took so long. I was so nervous about the blorbo, then i went into OVERTHINK M O D E like 'oh god but now there's not enough LUCY?!?! It was an experience. But then I realized THREE THINGS: A) Jacqueline ships BlackIce SO HARD, B) so does Lucy in my head at least, and C) if there were any two people to bully Jack into letting someone help, it'd be Jacquie and Killian lmao. I HOPE I DID THE BLORBO JUSTICE. ENJOY!

Holiday Lights

"Are you sure you don't want me to call someone?" Lucy asked, frowning.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm positive! I've got it under control," Jack said, dangling from the eavestrough. "This is all part of the process!"

Lucy strongly disagreed.

It had been very nice for Jack to offer to help her put up lights at her new place. Really nice! It was just. He wasn't someone she'd have asked, personally. Her Dad would've helped! But he was very busy during the holiday season, which was totally fine. Lucy got it. Holidays made people come face to face with a lot of issues so, you know, therapy.

Uncle Scott would've been happy to help, too, but it was literally his busy season and she hadn't wanted to add more to his list.

Charlie was on a hiking trip with Danielle for the next two weeks, and even though he'd have been able to just snap his fingers and poof! Lucy's new place would be lit up (perks to being a Legate), the weather wasn't going to stay this mild forever (Jack had assured her that snow was coming). She was a HOMEOWNER now, and she was determined to make it look just as cozy for the holidays as everyone else did on her street, before everything got all icy and cold.

And unfortunately for her, Jack was determined to help. Mainly out of spite, since when he had offered Uncle Scott had scoffed and that had started a whole. THING.

Lucy huffed, an errant lock of hair floating up, then down. "I can see if any of the neighbours have a ladder!"

"I don't need a ladder," Jack insisted, swinging his legs back and forth. "I just need to get back on solid ground and it'll be fine."

"I don't think you should be swinging like that—"

A sharp, metal screech rang through the air. The section of gutter Jack was holding onto had bent forward mid-swing, pushing him farther away from the solid ground he needed.

"—because of that," Lucy said with a sigh.

"This is fine," Jack said, even though it was most decidedly not fine. He was even farther from the roof now, and the actual ground was. A little bit of a long way down. "This is exactly what I wanted to do."

"Yeah, no. I'm calling backup."

"Please, Luce. There's really no need! I just need to," he trailed off with a frown, looking down at the ground. "Ah. Right. No snow. Well, if I just..." he lifted a leg; the gutter groaned, sinking lower.

Lucy sighed, puling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts. "Unbelievable," she said, swiping right when she saw Jacqueline's contact on her recent list.

It rang twice before the younger, not-as-stubborn winter sprite picked up.

"Yellow!"

"Hi Jacquie!"

"Oh, hey Lucy! What's up?"

"You're brother's doing some dumb shit and refusing to let me help him not be dumb, can you—"

"Girl. You had me at dumb shit. I'll be right over! I'm just in line at Timmies."

"Timmies?"

"Yeah, you know. Timmy hoe's? Tim's? Tim Horton's? Canadian institution? I'm in Saskatchewan. Huge polar vortex on the go and I'm babysitting it. Want anything?"

"Oh! Tim Horton's! Can you get me that smoothie thing? The pink one?"

"Sure! Does Jack want anything?"

Lucy looked up at the Legend. She almost asked; almost. But then she remembered that his hands were otherwise occupied hanging off of her eavestrough, and decided that stubborn Legendary Figures who refused help to prove a point to a fellow Legend who wasn't even HERE didn't deserve mediocre treats from Canadian institutions.

"He's good," Lucy said. "See you soon?"

"Yep, see you soon, Luce. Hi there! could I please get—" the line clicked dead.

"You did NOT just call Jacqueline."

"I did!" Lucy shouted back up, chipper. "You're hanging off of the gutters on the second floor of my house, Jack! And you're being really persnickety about getting help, so who better to convince you than your younger sister? Younger sisters can be very convincing. I would know, I am one."

Jack groaned, throwing his head back. The eavestrough copied him.

A few errant snowflakes breezed by, Jacqueline turning the corner around the garage in her work clothes, slurping an icy, chocolatey looking drink, large aviators on her face. She stopped beside Lucy, passing her a pink smoothie and looking up at Jack with a snort.

"You didn't get me anything?" Jack shouted down.

"Lucy said you were good, and she had a point! Your hands look a little full right now," Jacqueline shouted back up with a shrug, Lucy laughing around her straw. "So anyway. What the fuck are you doing?" Jacqueline asked. "Lady above, I sure do love being in the human world," she added as an aside, Lucy laughing in response.

"My best! Which, need I remind you, Mom says is good enough!" Jack said, once more swinging himself back and forth.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Jacqueline asked.

"Well," Jack began, a bit gruffly. "There's no snow on the ground and my hands are a bit preoccupied right now. I can't quite hop down to the roof from here. If I keep doing this though, it should swing back enough for me to hop back onto the roof, and get that last corner."

"He sounds very sure of himself," Lucy said.

"That's the scary part," Jacqueline replied. She took another long, obnoxious, slurp. "I can just make a snow ramp for you! Or like, send you a wind!"

"I don't need help, Jacqueline!"

She slurped again. "Lady of the Springs, he is being stubborn."

"I know!" Lucy said, throwing her hands up, exasperated.

"How did he even end up. Well. Like THAT?"

Lucy sighed. "I don't have a ladder. He said he didn't need one and walked up the side of the house. He was trying to get that last corner, but we got rain overnight so it was all wet and yucky, so he froze it and—"

Jacqueline choked. "HE SLIPPED ON ICE?!?!?!?" She turned to the now very grumpy Jack, hanging away on the gutter. "YOU, JACK FUCKING FROST, SLIPPED ON ICE?! YOUR OWN ICE? THAT YOU MADE?!?!?!?"

"YOU ARE MY LEAST FAVOURITE SISTER," he shouted back, the eavestrough groaning.

"YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT!"

"He needs help, Jacquie. And he's being so stubborn about it I called reinforcements. So what should we do?"

"He's being such a wooden spoon," Jacqueline scoffed in agreement. She slurped once more, sticking out a glowing hand. A steady stream of snow blasted forward, layering itself up and up and up, twisting and turning until it stopped just below Jack, glittering in the sun.

"JUST SLIDE DOWN IT!"

"I DON'T NEED OR WANT YOUR HELP, JACQUELINE," Jack shouted back. He kicked his foot forward. The ramp fractured. The fracture grew bigger, cracking all the way down, smaller cracks shooting out to the sides, fern like fractals spreading out from the little cracks. The main crack hit the bottom, and with a loud POOF, the snowy ramp dissipated into a rather large snow bank.

"What is WRONG WITH YOU?!" Jacqueline demanded.

"What part of I don't need or want your help did you NOT understand?!"

The eavestrough groaned once more, dipping down even farther. Jack's hands slipped down a bit; he grimaced.

"Jack you are HANGING from a GUTTER," Lucy said, hands on her hips. "I know you really wanna prove Uncle Scott wrong but don't you think this is a little much?"

"No," Jack said, the same time Jacqueline said "He definitely does not."

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. "We've gotta get him down from there. Being nice isn't working."

"I hate that Jack and Santa are trapped in like, this eternal pissing contest where they just have to one up each other every time," Jacqueline huffed.

"We've gotta like, one up the both of them. Or like, maybe try a different approach? We could embarrass him, maybe? Roast him? Annoy him until he accepts our help? Maybe even be mean?"

Jacqueline's face lit up. "I have an idea," she said. She leant in close, whispering into Lucy's ear.

The redhead's face lit up now, too. "Do it," she said.

"I don't like your tone," Jack said from the roof, trying to slowly climb his way up the eavestrough now. "What are you two doing?!"

"Oh, nothing!" Jacqueline said sweetly, pulling her phone out of her pouch pocket. She popped the pop socket out, twirling it between her fingers before unlocking the phone, and scrolling through her contacts. The metallic blue back of her phone sparkled in the sunlight, the reflection nearly blinding Jack.

"That doesn't look like nothing, Jacqueline!"

She slurped in response, scrolling through her phone until she found who she was looking for. She smirked, straw still in her mouth, and clicked call.

"Oh my god, Hi Kills! You would not BELIEVE what dumb shit Jack is doing," she said, walking away, as Jack felt the colour in his face drain as fast as the crap that had been caught in the gutter had sloshed on him when he grabbed it to keep from falling in the first place.

"She's not actually calling him, is she, Luce?"

"Sorry Jack, you forced our hands," Lucy said, shaking her head sadly and trying very hard to hold back a smile in favour of a more serious facade.

"You're not sorry at all," he said, somehow managing to succeed in sliding up the gutter more.

Lucy covered her laugh with her hand, Jacqueline joining her side once more. "I know I'm not," she sassed with a smirk, Lucy having to physically turn away to hide her laughter, busying herself with a very long pull of her smoothie.

"Of course you aren't," Jack said, flushing as he heard the familiar sound of someone stepping out of the shadows.

And sighing, annoyed, when this was followed by a very loud bout of laughter.

"Jack, you know, I'm all for your crazy shenanigans, but this one? You're gonna have to walk me through it," Killian, the Boogeyman himself, taunted, stopping beside Jacqueline, his hands in his pockets, an amused look on his face.

"Nice to see you too, Killian," Jack said, with a resolute sigh.

"Kills. It is so important to me that you ask me how he got there."

"Jacqueline, how on earth did he get there?" Killian asked, heavy on the sarcasm.

"HE SLIPPED ON ICE!"

Now all three of them were laughing. Jack was sure that if his face turned any redder, his hair would combust and turn to fire.

"The only thing that would make this funnier," Killian said, wiping away a tear, "Is if it was his own ice."

"Oh well I am about to MAKE your DAY—"

"JACQUELINE DO NOT—"

"IT WAS," Jacqueline shouted over Jack, with an absolutely FERAL grin.

The laughter started up again. Jack felt himself sliding back down, the little progress he had made reversing in an instant.

"Sure you still don't want any help?" Lucy asked.

"I'm sure he's fine," Killian said with a smirk. "It looks like he's just hanging out."

Lucy laughed; Jacqueline snorted. "That was bad."

"So bad it was good," Killian replied. "Seriously though, Jack. What is all this?"

"Santa doesn't think that I can put up Christmas lights," Jack began. "I'm merely proving him wrong."

"Wrong?" Killian asked. "That doesn't look," he held back a laugh. "Are you sure you know the meaning of the word?"

"He absolutely does not," Jacqueline said, giving her icy confection a stir.

"I do so!"

"Do not!"

"Do so! This is all going as planned—"

"It is not," Killian said. "How is this part of the plan, snowman?"

"You rat bastard, I'll have you know that I got a whole side of the house done! See? Look at them! They're sticking to the house better than the eavestrough is!"

"And where do you fall on that scale?" Killian asked, eyebrow raised.

Jack slid down the eaves some more.

"Better than the eaves, but worse than the lights," Jacqueline said thoughtfully, Lucy snorting.

Killian smirked. "I actually think the eaves are doing better than him."

Jack gasped indignantly.

Both girls were doubled over in laughter at this point; Jacqueline was leaning on Lucy's back, the young adult holding her knees as she wheezed.

"Oh, what would you know about eaves?" Jack snapped.

"More then you, apparently, since I wouldn't have grabbed them to stop a fall in the first place!"

"I'm not going to fall!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not! I told you, everything is under control—" the eaves bent even more, cutting Jack off.

"There's no way they can keep supporting you, especially with how close to the edge you are. Why are you being so stubborn?!" Killian demanded.

"BeCAUSE," Jack replied, "Scott was way jerkier than usual about it! He is not aging with grace and it shows."

"That's actually very true," Jacqueline said, Lucy nodding in agreement.

"See? Anyway, it's a matter of pride, Kills!"

"When isn't it with you?"

"I—okay fine, that's fair. You got me there," Jack conceded, Killian crossing his arms with a satisfied smile.

"If you're not gonna let any of us help, the least you can do is a flip on your way down," Kills said.

"That's so mean!"

"Let him have this, Jack!" Jacqueline said. "You broke the guy's heart! I think he deserves to see you flip on your way down!"

"Thank you, Jacqueline." Killian said, dryly. "That's very sweet in a very. You way."

"I try," she said with a shrug, her ponytail happily bouncing, any double meaning flying right over her head. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"You know, Scott's not even here! How would he know if you got help?"

"That whole, creepy, he sees you when you're sleeping? Knows when you're awake?"

"No he doesn't."

"Yes he does!"

"No, he doesn't!"

"Yes, he DOES!"

"Our powers don't work on each other, Jack! He can't see you!"

Jack blinked slowly, realization hitting. "Our powers don't work on other Legendary—oh, shit. You are so r—"

But before Jack could finish, the eavestrough finally gave out. With one last groan, it snapped, and Jack went flying.

Lucy gasped, stepping forward then stopping, unsure how to help. Jacqueline and Killian lunged forwards at the same time.

The snow bank beneath Jack swirled up, meeting him halfway and sliding him forwards. He flipped through the air, a pair of shadowy arms reaching out and grabbing him before he could hit the ground.

He landed, bridal style, right into Killian's arms. He blinked up at the man.

Killian blinked back.

Jack blushed.

Killian smirked.

"Sorry, you were going to say something?"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were. I think it was something about me being right?"

"That doesn't sound right."

"No you definitely were," Jacqueline said.

"And you were ALSO going to say that not asking for help is stupid and competing against Uncle Scott is stupid and that this whole thing you two do all the time is stupid," Lucy said, ticking each item off her fingers, Jacqueline nodding and slurping in agreement.

"Well how do I know you guys won't tell?" Jack said, crossing his arms in a huff (still being held by Killian).

"I'll make sure that Uncle Scott knows you did an amazing job with no help at all," Lucy said, sweetly. "I promise."

"I'm no snitch," Jacqueline said.

"That's a lie," Jack said.

"No it's not!" Jacqueline said, aghast.

"And if she does tattle," Killian said, turning his head almost completely around to face her, exorcism style. "I'll eat her toes."

"THAT doesn't work on me anymore," Jacqueline said. "You're not going to eat my toes."

"Yes he will," Jack said. "Fingers AND toes!"

"I don't believe that for a second, but I am very fond of those appendages so you have my word, I will NOT tattle, Sprite's honour, I swear. Please stop looking at me like that, Killian, it's making my neck hurt for you."

Satisfied with the sprite's promise, Killian turned back to Jack. "You'll let us help now?"

"Yeah, sure," Jack said.

"Good. I'm going to put you down now."

"And I was just getting comfortable," Jack replied.

Now it was his turn to blush. The boogeyman frowned, looking away and dropping Jack into the snow pile below him. The sprite landed with an oof, the snow poofing up around him.

Both Legendary figures completely missed the look Lucy and Jacqueline shared, and the subsequent fist bump of a job well done.

#dani answers #alpharra #dani writes #prompts #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #lucy #jack frost #jacqueline frost #killian/boogeyman #crystal springs #cs au #tho admittedly killian is canon to me ;)#based on L's summary from the last fanart dump! this is somewhere post redemption. pre them getting back together #i went a little crazy (in my defence you said i could) and this happened?#anyway. i'm fond of it! lucy and jacquie shipping blackice gives me life!#and i got to dig into victorian slang while writing this (wooden spoon) >:)#AND AGAIN. SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I HAD A CASE OF THE BLORBO WORRIES. AND THEN DID AN OVERTHINK. AND THEN WENT. WELL. FUCK IT!#AND IF I DID NOT DO THE BLORBO JUSTICE. T E L L ME #bc i love him with my whole heart and would hate to see him ooc as much as i'd hate to see any of my ocs ooc #anyway i had to spend the last 48 hours fiercely battling the urge to play hades so i could get this done. i failed.#BUT TODAY IS A NEW DAY AND HERE IT IS #BUT I GOT IT DONE EVENTUALLY! it was such a doozy lmao i've never been so nervous to write someone else's oc in my LIFE #i was POURING OVER killian nuggets we've gotten #like a monk pouring over an old tome #anyway. I HAD FUN WRITING THIS ONE LMAO #jacqueline's such an ass. i love her #really wanted to make her say YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE FLIP but could not fit it in #ANYWAY. I HAVE STARED FOR TOO LONG. LET'S POST THIS MOFO AND THEN GO DIE ABOUT IT

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lmelodie · 2 months

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So, this was supposed to be for tomorrow, but it completely fell out of my just now so I'm posting it now!! This was supposed to be just a little doodle, but I got carried away and now there's this! A very slight continuation of this Power Swap AU thing I did ages ago.

This au makes their breakup SO MUCH WORSE. I'm starting to realize that maybe the original timeline is like, the BEST possible series of events, and that's really saying something.

Because in this au Kills gets straight up burned, Zuko style. And also, he's the Sandman but that's lets important. I think his hair gets longer in this au instead of shorter.

But here's a little itty-bitty snippet of something about All This.

He didn't even know how it happened really; it was too fast to notice. One minute he had his back turned as Killian was behind him, talking to what might as well have been a brick wall, all but pleading with him to take a step back and calm down.

Trying to reason, to make him understand his plight, trying to see why this pipe dream was so important to him, why it was more important than him. Begging to make this work.

And then in an instant he was on the floor, smoke and the scent of burning flesh filling the room, Jack turned on his heel and out the door.

He couldn't even see him walking out of his life, only the bright, burning flame that was threatening to consume him whole. Caught in his hair and his clothes he stumbles and mostly crawls to the only bucket of water he has in his place, his shaking hands dowsing himself with it, leaving only a few blossoms of flames here and there were left to put out by hand.

But only when the adrenaline subsides does he start to feel it, the skin boiling and melting off of him. On his face, arm, across his chest and in his hair, it was all burned beyond recognition.

He only managed to teleport to Duna's home, right in front of her, before passing out from the pain on her floor.

Carted off to the nearest healing center, they tried their best to undo as much of the damage as possible. They managed to save his left eye and keep it intact, with now substantially lower vision, but the rest was going to leave a large and horrific scar no matter what they did.

Good dreams for a time, for everyone, were hard to find after the fact.

And most were quick to assume the boogeyman was getting a bit overzealous, but it was really the fact that the sandman was in bed more than usual. Uncaring about the dreams that needed to be weaved, he did a lot more sleeping than usual, but it didn't help him find peace like he thought it would.

Jack Frost has never had a good dream since.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #musings #power swap au #blackice #oc #the santa clause 3 #yes that is dream dust in his hair #sandman kills has been a Thought thats been rattling around #i find it so funny and so heartbreaking #that every other universe where they date is SO HORENDOUS #in completely new and awful ways!#listen frostbite can take your fingers off #but third degree burns?? Dude cannot catch a break 😔

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by TheVelvetStorian

Have you ever just wondered, "What would happen if Captain Hook, the Boogeyman, a drunk gay Frenchman and Connor the android sent by Cyberlife happened to meet in a bar one night?" If you have, well first of all what the fuck. But second of all, this fic is for you. Please don't kill me over this, I honestly couldn't tell you what I must've been high on when I wrote this.

Words: 5963, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Les Misérables (2012), Once Upon a Time (TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Grantaire (Les Misérables), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Oogie Boogie, Hank Anderson, Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire, Original Characters, Gavin Reed

Relationships: Grantaire/Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Grantaire/Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, Crack Relationships, Crack Treated Seriously, sometimes, What Have I Done, no one asked for this, Why Did I Write This?, Everyone Is Gay, Grantaire is a drunk gay as usual, Captain Hook is a confused gay, The Boogeyman is their gay stalker, Connor is just gay, This uses the word 'mate' way too many freaking times, This also gets kinda heavy sometimes I think, Ik that makes no sense but that's just how it turned out, Also I sincerely apologize if your name is Dylan

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #detroit become human #kara #markus #connor #hank #corkus #monnor #konnor #cara

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lmelodie · 7 months

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Bad Ending AU pt.2 (Finding Peace)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three (Epilogue)

Oops! Its nearly twice as long as part one!

This part is to frankly answer my own questions of: "Hey where the FUCK is Killian's actual best friend in this terrible terrible universe? She would never allow this kind of self-destructive behavior!"

And it's true, she wouldn't. So where is Chimera? Simply put: Not in the picture anymore.

And here is why:

And just like that, in the blink of an eye, it's all over.

Lucy raced down the cold and empty hallway in a mad dash to find the council. Jack no doubt keeping them somewhere hidden away where no one would look for them.

But she didn't have to search for long before the sound of a loud bang rang out from a corridor she just passed. She turned on her heels to see none other than Mother Nature storming out of the hallway, frost sticking to her shoulders, on the war path of the century in pursuit of Jack. The rest of the council follows closely on her heels, leaving the broken remains of two heavy and no-longer-locked wooden doors broken off of their hinges. Seven relics of a bygone era brought back from the icy grave.

Lucy leads them to where the struggle had ended. Killian still sitting on the floor next to an unconscious Jack.

Everyone was quick to jump into action starting damage control, as Killian himself was immediately placed under arrest for the role he played in all of this. He and Lucy filled in the council on what they missed for the past 715 years, as he was led away in cuffs.

And it was Lucy’s own testament in the end that actually got him a far lighter sentence than what he was going to receive. Most definitely far less than what he deserved. At his trial Lucy was to act as a key witness to Killian’s actions with dismantling Jack’s powergrid so to speak. She spoke freely and highly of all of his efforts in the three years that she’s known him. He helped her learn how to use magic and helped to provide a safe place for her and her family to hide from Jack’s prying eyes. She attested to the fact that he was the only reason why any of the council were standing unfrozen to have this trial today. The only reason why Jack is no longer going to be any more of an issue.

And with such a compelling argument, he was sentenced to twenty years jail time, with an indefinite amount of time of parole afterwards. He was also put on a number of security threat lists for most of, if not all, the realms, had many of his shadowmancing licenses revoked, and had his fair share of judicial rights confiscated because of his actions in staging a legendary coop.

But he got off easy. Some disliked this ruling, others despised it. But whatever the case, Killian himself was just happy that this was finally over and done with. He took his sentence in stride, as a little vacation more than anything else. Time to clear his head. Set himself straight again.

And it's not like he didn't get plenty of visitors from family and friends alike. Lucy being one of the more frequent visitors.

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“If I didn't know better I’d say you seemed disappointed,” he said through the glass pane.

Lucy sat on the opposite side of the surface, twenty years old but carried an air of being far older. Weathered and world weary at such a ripe age.

“I am,” she said. “I want you to be out here.”

“You know that was never going to happen. I thought I taught you to be realistic, Scarecrow.”

“Need I remind you of the power of hope, Boogeyman? Way more powerful than people think. I like a good bout of wishful thinking.”

“Twenty years ain't so bad ya know,” he explains. “Leaps and bounds better than what they were planning on giving me. A thousand years at least.”

Lucy's eyes found a spot on the floor, dejectedly unable to look at him “It's not a long time for you, but it is for me. For people like me…who dont live very long lives.”

Killian physically deflates when he understands what she’s getting at.

“Twenty years is a long time,” she continues. “And I want you to be out here, seeing what we're gonna be doing. How were gonna undo 700 years worth of damage. Seeing the world heal. I want you to see that.”

“I will,” he quietly said. “I will when I get out. After that I'll have all the time in the world to see what you’ve done with the place. Great things I'm sure.”

“I want you to be there.”

“I can't be. I aided a criminal.”

“You defeated a tyrant.”

“Dont go giving a dead man so much credit.”

“But that's what he was! That's what he was to so many people,” she declared. “I'm being ‘realistic’.”

“So am I,” he shot back, “There was no way I was going to get out of something like this and I'm fine with that! I am going to be perfectly fine here. Sky’s above knows I could use the time to try and start unpacking… a lot of things. Everything, more like. I have a feeling doing my time isn't gonna be a waste.”

Lucy looked at him almost in pity. She doesn't have any retort knowing that he’s ultimately right. A break would be good for him. But for her it’ll be more than a break, a good chunk of her life with him behind a piece of glass in a maximum security prison. The thought, no matter how right it is, just doesn't sit well with her.

“Don't go doing any of that,” Killian snapped at the soured expression on her face. “Neither of us are gonna miss a thing when you're required to visit at least once a week. Twenty years will go by so fast you won't even notice.”

Her smile was sad and small, but a genuine smile nonetheless, “Of course,” she sighed, “Twenty years? Bring it on.”

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But while Killians trial was speedy and somewhat unanimous, it was Jack, like always, that was giving Mother Nature trouble. As soon as they found him, Jack’s body was temporarily moved to a secure healing facility in The Citadel as a means of keeping an eye on his vitals before deciding how he should be further handled.

The council members, and even Lucy herself all had their own ideas about how to “store” Jack away since he should be unconscious for the rest of the foreseeable future. Father Time insisted that Mother Nature be the one to make the final call on what to do with him, and pushed her to handle it as soon as possible.

But she quietly refused. Kept him in the healing bay while she found something else of great importance to worry about.

Jack was the only holder of winter magic on earth. She noticed right away that if he’s to remain asleep then there will be no one to bring about the season of winter.

So instead of unpacking the implications of her estranged son freezing her solid, taking her job and nearly destroying magical society, she switched gears. Burry all of that deep under the frozen ground for now while she tries to fix the most important problems at hand. Much to Father Time’s and Lucy’s chagrin.

She ordered the inspection of Jacks’ main home and other properties to find and retrieve any magical items of his own making. Crystals packed with ice blasts, snow blanketing enchantments, anything and everything that would give them access to a small portion of his power. Even the public was called upon to give up any products of his they might have purchased, under the guarantee that they will be reimbursed for the item tenfold if they did so.

Once these items were assembled, the council had put together a team of the finest magical/mechanical engineers in all the realms. Put in charge of creating something that will spit out the appropriate levels of winter magic, to see to it that the season comes and goes in Jack’s stead. It took most of the year, and almost cut it a bit close near the end of autumn, but it was eventually made.

A tall column with a large base in the very center of a decked out summoning circle was erected in Jack’s realm; In a clearing in the evergreen forest. The column and the spell circle on the floor had what seemed to be a million and one sigils carved into them in regular intervals, glowing a phosphorus blue. The flared base of the column expertly hid the myriad of wires connecting all of the winter centric items together.

Hovering in the air above the tip of the column was a huge diamond shaped crystal that shone in the same color. Occasionally admitting a few blasts of blue bolts to satisfy the natural order.

One history altering feat of engineering later, and winter was now fully automated.

Which now leaves the bit Mother Nature didn't want to think about; What to finally do with Jack? They can't try him at all, he can't carry out any sentence he isn't already serving. There's only so many options for the comatose body of a former dictator.

She didn't have the time, but mostly the courage to face the thing that he’s become. The thing she didn't even get to witness herself. She tried her damndest to put any kind of grief on the back burner, she reasoned that he was already too far gone when this happened. He was the only one she had, but he hasn't been her son in a very long time.

Which is why her typhoon of grief confused her so much. Why should she feel bad for him? She doesnt know this man, not any son of hers, nothing of her own blood and magic. She shouldn't feel anything for him. And yet this terrible cloud that keeps knocking at her door only seems to get bigger and darker. Rain falls from it and floods her floorboards. Why does she still ache for someone who doesnt exist anymore? Nostalgia? Longing for a memory of a memory?

She doesn't know. Not yet at any rate, and she doesn't want to either. There are still things to do, institutions that need her attention.

Ultimately she decided that he’ll be laid to rest in his own home. In his own bed that he’s made for himself.

His room was turned into a pseudo hospital suite. She was assured that the endless nightmare would keep his body in a state of limbo, but measures were still taken to keep an eye on his vitals as he slept.

Just to make sure.

And once everything was hooked up to him, preparations were all made, Mother Nature cleared the room to have a last moment with him.

She stood at the far edge of the bed and was almost afraid to move any closer. Afraid that he would suddenly come to, jump at her with the viciousness that she was only told about second hand. Afraid to come face to face with the monster she doesn't want to believe actually exists.

But when he doesn't move, and the air stays cold and still, she plucks up her courage to approach his bedside. She summons a small object in her hand and bends down to send him off with it. To store away this memory of him.

She gently, so gently, takes his hands and places a small chunk of ice in them, folding them over the ice and placing it on his chest. The piece of ice holds a tiny bioluminescent light inside. Small yet brightly glowing as a token of the past. When he was still new to the world, and still needed her.

She clasped her hands around his, and tightly shut her eyes, willing her feelings to be buried with him.

She eventually, silently leaves. Never to return.

The gate to his realm was promptly locked and sealed with Jack put to bed inside. Only medical attendants and very select authorized individuals were able to have access to him, if need be. Securely tucked away where he wouldn't hurt anyone again.

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Then came the next hardest step, slowly rebuilding what was lost.

The council made detailed step by step plans to reinstate the major holidays that were long gone. The members who had these holidays made fast work of starting up production again; making new routing paths and sourcing all the needed material. All projected holidays were set to be fully back up and operational within the next year or two.

Any trace of Frostmas was quickly burned from existence, the general population very happy to be rid of it from their homes and minds. It was only 715 years, a somewhat small drop in the bucket for magical beings that could feasibly live to 10,000. But everyone was more tripped up by this violent intrusion than they thought. And the healing process of society would be a long and arduous path yet to come.

But already Jack’s temporary economic solutions were finally being addressed and dealt with. Either gotten rid of all together or built upon to be more sustainable. The people didn't have to fend for themselves anymore.

But this wasn't enough for Mother Nature. She was determined to keep herself busy with anything and everything she could find. Running towards fire after fire to try and put them out. It wasn't a hard task to look for things to do, but it wasn't solely out of responsibility and obligation to restoring the natural order.

She only kept running because she couldn't find the strength to stop.

To think about the loss of her only remaining family. Think about where it all went so wrong, where she went wrong. Think about how maybe all of this was just some big mistake. A cruel joke played on her by some kind of higher power that she didn't even believe in. She knows that her grief for all that she’s given and lost would surely be too much to bear.

So she fixates on continuing to mend more of Jack’s mess. Lasered in on saving those who still can be.

Father Time is first and foremost to pick up on this, but it was actually Lucy who eventually coaxed her out of such a state some odd years later to finally face her feelings.

She was oftentimes considered the only saving grace of not only the realms but the abysmal recuperation period in the decades to follow. Having gotten her powers at 17 and overthrew Jack at 20, she lost a critical state of her youth to freak circumstances. And yet still looked around at the state of the realms and saw that there was still more work to be done. She was a beacon of hope in the aftermath of it all, and grew into her power as naturally as any other spirit.

This is where she found her love in humanitarian work, determined to reinstate the much needed stability for those in need. Those who were hit the hardest in the wake of Jack’s reign. She utilized her powers well in bringing back a sense of balance and harmony to the realms; a much needed reprieve to everyone.

Which is why Mother Nature’s inner discord bothered her so much. It took years after the fact for Lucy to wear her down enough to finally talk about her state of mind.

They were actually in the far outskirts of the Easter Burrow when it happened, surrounded by flower fields and crisp air and open blue skies. Lucy worked her magic (figuratively and literally), and assured Mother Nature that nothing bad was going to happen if she let herself feel her feelings.

“It feels so much easier to just swim down with something like this. When something so bad happens. Something out of our control, hurt by people we love. None of it is ever easy. But the further down you swim, the more you’ll get crushed by the pressure. That's thousands of pounds of water, and you need to breathe.

Just breathe.”

And eventually, against her own better judgment, she did.

The Easter Burrow that afternoon was suddenly drenched in a horrendous and inexplicable downpour. Heavy and hard were the drops of rain, yet the wind held no malice. The air cried with its master, spewing a feeling of hollow pain down from the heavens onto the surface of the earth. Screaming about how unfair this all was. She wept so hard and so fiercely that everything was threatened to be washed away.

But then the heavy rain turned into a drizzle. Which turned into a sprinkle, then a mist. The sky eventually opened up for the sunlight to come through.

As it always does.

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Splintered through the regular visits from Lucy, Duna and Vic, Killian found himself in a bit of a state as well.

Whether it was a conscious choice or not, he didn't do a lot of thinking while imprisoned. Did not deliberate too closely on his choices and if there was more he could have done or anything like that. The stark dullness and repetition of jail time was actually a welcomed reprieve from the overstimulation he’s been accustomed to for the past couple thousand years.

He thinks about things like that while he's here. How he spent close to two thirds of his current immortal lifespan with him. Getting dragged around and pushed from edge to edge and letting it all happen to boot. Letting himself get sucked into all of his problems so willingly because he couldn't seem to let him go. Even still he doesn't know if it was actually love or manipulation or trauma bonding or something like that. And how maybe he will never know.

But he also thinks about how different it is here. How much of a relief it is to not have the boat being constantly rocked, at the mercy of the ever changing tides. The waters here are calm for a change, so he takes this time to rest. To get reacquainted with himself amidst the quiet.

Some days are better than others.

Some days he finds it too quiet, the air missing the running faucet of nonsense that Jack's voice usually takes up. Feeling as though he himself is missing something instrict to his being. Feeling that the quiet is oppressive rather than freeing.

Some days it's too cold in jail to think straight. It only makes him think of him more. Like feeling his ghost lurk around every chilly corner. He turns expecting to see him, but he’s never there. He’s decided that he hates the cold, thinks about maybe moving somewhere much warmer to escape it once he’s free.

Every thought all at once and yet a numbingly empty mind. A strange and psychologically eventful twenty years will creep up on you when you least expect it. Because suddenly the day came when his sentence was finished, and his parole began.

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He was given back his normal clothes and any small innocuous possessions that were taken from him at the beginning. He was led through a set of enchanted gateways, placing him firmly outside the confines of the prison. Somehow a free man.

Three figures stood at the foot of the path of the prison, waiting to walk him home. And when he reached them they all practically dog piled him into a group hug that could bend steel. His mother and nephew looked much the same. But Lucy was now a grown woman, hardly the same kid he led a revolution with all those years ago.

Her hair is longer somehow, and she has the beginnings of smile lines creasing her face. But she looks happier. He just wished he could’ve had a better look at how her face changed instead of through the glass. But he was never going to admit to her that she was right. Not even now.

Lucy held onto him in a bone crushing hug and spoke softly, as if not to scare him away, “Please don't go anywhere again.”

Killian hugged back, “I won't. Wouldn't dream of it.”

No one in the group said anything for a long while, not until the hug finally broke off and dissipated.

“How old are you now, exactly? Fourty or something?” Killian asks. “It looks good on you. Even though your youth has slipped right through your fingers where you’ll never get it back.”

She smacks her hand on his shoulder, “Oh please! You're a whole fifty year old! You're not that much older than me. And I'll probably look even better than you when I'm your age.”

“Fah! I'm older than all three of you together. Wait until seven thousand, fetita (little girl). Then you’ll know age like I do,” Duna piped up.

Everyone has a good laugh at this remark. Vic rediscovers the routine of climbing up Killian’s leg and perching on his shoulder.

“Come on,” Lucy says, leading the way to the bypass, “I have a lot of work you need to see.”

Killian smiled, “Cant wait.”

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It's just as he remembered it. The same world he thought he lost over 700 years ago. The whole of the realms seemed to be taking sigh of relief. A rare stable breath that need no longer be held in an anxious wait for something horrible to happen. Everyone knows that this is just the beginning in getting things back to how they were, finding new strides in a new age. But nobody seems to fear this change.

Killian nearly drowned in the sea of distant relatives that welcomed him when he returned home. A vicious attack the likes of which Lucy has never seen before.

His home also remained largely unchanged. Dustier, staler air but all of his things are right where he remembered leaving them. Along with a few additional items that he forgot he still had.

Lucy was there to help him sort through them, the things that Jack left behind that he was now saddled to deal with. Tiny, boring, things that were gathered and packed into a small box or bag, set aside to be tossed into a bottomless pit or set aflame to burn them to ashes.

And in the middle of this miniature purge, Killian stopped when something in the corner of his space caught his eye. Reminding him of one of the greater tasks still at hand. A bigger bridge to rebuild.

Sitting next to the fireplace was a potted Belladonna plant. Long since shriveled and browned in its place, it gives him a staring problem from afar. It somehow makes itself largely known and obvious in its pathetically deceased state.

Chimera’s gift to him lifetimes ago.

The recognition of something being amiss was instantaneous, second nature to her at this point. Lucy looks over to him when she notices he stopped moving.

“Kills?”

He keeps his gaze firmly on the plant, remorse trying to seep into his pours, “...Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” She gently sets down the box she was holding onto the floor, saddling up behind him.

He doesn't say anything at first, his micro expressions going a mile a minute trying to find the right words to use. A feather soft hand on his shoulder eventually pulls it together and out of him.

“I really need to talk to her.”

And she knows exactly what he’s talking about. Mostly, anyway. The two of these very unlikely friends have had many deep expanding conversations while in visitation. Of course, since Lucy took up a bit of psychology in between helping the realms, she worked her other, more human form of magic by trying to give Killian some kind of mental help while imprisoned.

And the subject of his once friend Chimera did come up and was somewhat explored. The nitty gritty was never explained to her in full, but she didn't need it to be. Jack taking the realms by force, with Killian’s help no less, was a struggle for everyone to come to terms with. A nasty falling out happened between him and Chimera in the immediate aftermath of the shift of power.

Contact was severely limited and then cut out all together, something she attributed to Killian’s descent into eventual codependency later on. A connection he never intended to sever.

“I think you should,” she nudged.

“She’s not gonna wanna see me.”

“I think she will.”

He hesitates, “You think so?”

“I do. You know I've been talking to her.”

“Is she still doing okay?”

“Perfectly fine,” she smiled, “talked to her a week and a half ago. Finally convinced her to update the flatscreen. Nice and sleek!”

“Hm,” was all he could manage before growing mute once again.

Lucy lets out a long sigh, “Maybe she won't wanna see you, maybe she won't forgive you. But she deserves to at least receive your apology anyway. You owe that to her at the very least, for her own sake.”

Her other hand comes up to hold onto his limp arm, his eyes growing sadder. Swimming with more thoughts than he was expecting, more than he was capable of handling at the moment. Lucy swings herself around to the front of him.

“Tomorrow,” she says, “having that talk is a tomorrow problem. Right now, all we gotta focus on is taking out the trash. And you keeping your promise about lunch.”

A ghost of a smile threatened to crest his face at the comment, “It's a hole in the wall…”

“Those are my favorite kinds of places!” She took both of his wrists and led him back to the box on the floor, facing away from the dead plant. “Obscurity and mystery is the best ambiance for food.”

“You're not gonna like it. Might not even be anything there you can ingest. That's the gimmick, all of it is still alive when it gets to your plate.”

She grimaces through a smile, “Lovely! Can't…wait.”

Killian snickers, “You dont look like someone that can hunt down their own food. Never thought one of the first things I do on the outside is dinner and a show.”

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The following day was harder to digest than a living beast scuttling around on a restaurant table top.

Both Killian and Lucy had made the journey to Lycia in anticipatory silence, and now they stood at Chimera’s front door step. Well, many steps leading up a hill on the side of a cliff face, stone architecture details carved into the mountain.

He would never say anything of the sort to anyone, not even Lucy here in this moment, but he was nervous. Scared. A friendship that sadly fizzled out what seemed like a lifetime ago and here he is trying to reverse time. Truly an impossible task.

But Lucy silently and gently nudges him onward, keeping by his side as he very slowly trudges onward and upward to his fate.

As they get closer they can hear the faint sounds of Chimera conversing with someone, the smell of sulfur and methane grows stronger and they can see all her normal bright colored lights illuminating the home.

Once they get to the top, the both of them creep further into the entryway, and from afar they can see Chimera through the rest of the house. She stands in the middle of her work table, in front of a very fresh pot of boiling acid. Wooden spoon in hand, she absentmindedly stirs the glowing green liquid and makes light conversation with someone on the other end of the crystal ball on the table next to her.

“She said she didn't want to take the pole shift because it's too ‘difficult’ with three other people on there. And I said, girl! You're all gnomes! What do you mean there's no room on the pole? Yall arent even 5 feet combined.”

And just like many other things he’s reacclimating to, everything about her is somehow still just as he remembers.

Lucy gives him another pat on the shoulder and a reassuring glance before strutting further into the home as if she owned the place. Leaving Killian lingering behind, ready to leave at a moment's notice.

“Hey Mera. Don't mind me, just popping in for a sec. Brought a friend if that's alright,” She walks up behind Chimera and steals her attention away. Her feline-esque face lights up upon recognition.

“Hey girl! Haven't seen you in a minute,” she abruptly and rudely ends the call on the crystal ball with a swipe of her hand. “Hello fresh meat back there! Just give me a second.”

His gaze is locked on straight ahead of him, but he can feel his throat get dryer as she unknowingly starts talking to him for the first time again.

When she finally turns around she freezes. The two beings look. And stare. And linger in their spots for what felt like hours. Hours of just seeing who stood before them and trying to compartmentalize the fact that they're both here.

After another long silent moment, Chimera casts a glance to Lucy; twisted into annoyance as if to say: “Of course you would try to pull off some kinda bullshit like this.”

Lucy merely gave her a look back, wherein her smile was nervous but her eyes were confident. She’s been mending all kinds of bridges for the past twenty years, it's her job, and job she’s become real damn good at. She takes a couple steps away from the both of them, giving the conversation room to breathe.

Chimera doesn’t look back to Killian and instead snaps her head away in a huff, “...Killian.”

“Chimera,” was all he could manage to respond with before another awkward lull took hold.

“Why are you here?” she spat over her shoulder, crossing her arms.

“Uh...a lot of reasons.”

She continues to turn her nose up at him, her tone sharp and bitter, “Hm. So…the past twenty years been kind to you? Kinder than I've been?”

“They've been as okay as they can be,” he treads lightly, “I've actually enjoyed prison time more than I thought I would.”

“Tch. Of course you would. Never could stay away from a cold, inhospitable place, could you?”

Her phrasing cuts right where it needs to, right as intended. It slaps him out the idea of dawdling any longer. It's like a bandaid, and now's the time where he has to rip it off.

“You were right,” every word is molasses as he speaks. “You were right about the whole thing…”

“I was, wasn't I?” she swivels her head back around to face him. “Who knew that I can actually know what the hell I'm talking about sometimes.”

“Mera—”

“Don't you Mera me! It's my turn to talk and you didn't listen to me then but you're sure as hell gonna listen to me now!” Her voice plunges from its irritated high into a more remorseful softness, “Do you have…any idea how much that hurt me?

I was only trying to help you. I knew things were gonna go south and they did, and you didn't wanna listen to me.”

Everyone's mind drifts off to the part that she’s referring to. The point of time in question wherein Killian was faced with a choice and a challenge that there was no winning.

Chimera and Jack got into a heated argument soon after the news aired on the crystal ball's public access. A date was set in place when the passover of the torch would be held, where the Council of Legendary Figures would be disbanded and be replaced with only Jack at the helm.

Killians part to play in this scenario remained untold as they violently yelled at each other. Chimera claiming that Jack was unfit to take over and was the least qualified person available to do so. And Jack retaliates with his own claims of legitimacy and solidification, there being nothing anyone can do about it.

It all boiled over quicker than either expected, and Chimera delivered the first crisp slap to the face. It only devolved from there.

Ice and acid do not make a great elemental combination. The entire space they were occupying became wet and slick with water and liquid poisons. Holes burned into random surfaces and walls, half melted icicles everywhere you looked.

And it was this actual war zone that Killian ended up walking in on.

He is forced to separate them, trying to keep the physical damage of both his best friend and his partner as minimal as possible.

And while being held back from the fight, Jack revealed Killians involvement with all this. In an effort for her to point her finger at not just him in this situation. Afterall he’s equally to blame for it just as much as me.

And Killian will never forget the look she gave him in that moment. The utter disbelief, the betrayal in her eyes that he simply wasn't prepared for. A haunting look that would continue to plague him hundreds of years.

And even though the question itself was never asked, they both looked to Killian in that moment, hoping he would choose them to side with.

Which relationship was more important here?

“And what did you do? Nothing! You didn't choose at all, which means you didn't choose me!” Chimera rattled off. “I thought I was more important than that.”

“You were. Of course you were but I chose wrong anyway,” Killians defense was only as loud as it needed to be. Quiet enough with remorse but loud enough to make a point for her to hear.

“I don't…have a valid excuse for ignoring your advice. I—I just wanted it to work so bad. I wanted that more than anything else. For hundreds of years I wanted to keep thinking it was gonna work out eventually.

But low and behold, I put all my eggs in one basket and this is what happened. And I shouldn't have done that to you…I should've listened to you when I had the chance. I know hindsight makes it seem really easy to say but it's still true.

I'm sorry, Mera. I was wrong about everything.”

The last bit of his plight slipped into a deeper regret, smoothed with sincerity that Chimera could not only feel but see on his face.

She hadn't noticed until now but he somehow looks older. Immortal beings like them don't get older, and yet he’s done it. Maybe it's all the new gray in his hair, maybe it was the dark circles under his eyes. Whatever it was, the most undeniable thing about him was that the past 2,000 years attached to the hip of one Jack Frost did not do him any favors.

She imagines that this is what the embodiment of what a walking talking regret looks like.

The self reproach was undoubtedly genuine.

“Ya know…I was kinda hoping it would've worked out too,” she lets out a weighted sigh, her eyes finding some boring stone on the floor to fixate on. “Even after we had that big fight, we didn't talk. I would see you around with him occasionally and I thought, ‘God I hope it was worth it’. Even in a spiteful sense, I still kinda wanted you to be happy.

I was thinking that it would've even been okay if I was in the wrong. That maybe I didn't know what I was talking about, and that you would've been happy together anyway.”

He seems taken aback by this comment, and it takes him another moment to say anything, “I wouldn't have been. It was a lost cause from the very start. And I shouldn't have chosen him at your expense. He shouldn't have been that important. And he wasn't. But I didn't want to see reason at the time.”

Suddenly he shakes his head a few times, as if to snap him out of the sentimentality he slipped into.

“In any case, I just came here to apologize. For everything that I did and didn't do. For how I treated you,” he takes a few cautionary steps backwards towards the front door. “And you don't have to accept it and you don't have to talk to me again after this. It's just been uh, long overdue.”

Chimera’s expression doesn't change from a rugged hardness as she finally approaches him. He takes another step back in response, but has no choice but to stare down the barrel of the gun as she looms over him.

They both stare at the other and remain resolute, until Chimera bends forward and hugs him. A hug that isnt bear-like, but constricting and cagy.

And Killinan, still not used to receiving hugs of any kind, freezes up and dares not to move. For all he knows she could be slipping some kind of lethal toxin onto or into him when she’s this close.

But he glances at Lucy out of the corner of his eye and sees that she is all smiles. Making the hand motions for “go on”, prodding him to hug back.

He can hear his heart beating louder in his chest when he decides to do so, slowly bridging his arms up to her shoulders to reciprocate.

“This doesn't mean I fully forgive you by the way,” she mumbles close to his ear, “that's gonna be a whole other thing.

But I want to…I wanna try.”

He almost didn't want to believe it. He felt as though maybe it would've been an easier pill to swallow if she had simply ripped him a new one and threw him back out of her life again. He couldn't argue with that, but he couldn't argue with this either. This was the choice she was making, and he had no say in the matter whether or not he was going to be truly forgiven.

But he didnt question it further. He instead hugged her back with more strength and conviction. Savoring a small sliver of warmth he has thus far denied himself.

“Thank you.”

#nonart #musings #bad ending au #this project has both taken and added years to my life #the mother nature angst in here was TASTY GOOD to write #i say put that mother through HELL #PUT EVERYONE THROUGH HELL #YOU GET A BAD ENDING #AND YOU GET A BAD ENDING!!#yeah :)

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