#emma!au

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It all seemed like a great idea after they talked about it. Emma was more used to the sounds she was hearing now, not taking as long as she thought to adjust. Maybe part of it was because she still didn’t hear everything. The newness of it had worn away. They did discover if someone wasn’t looking at her, she had no hope of understanding them - and that if she was in the bedroom or pretty much further than the living room, she wouldn’t hear the oven timer beep - which had caused her to burn dinner while she cleaned the bathroom. All that aside, though, meeting others like them seemed like a good idea. The bar was supposed to be small so he assured her it was rarely crowded - something helpful. It was one frequented by wolves like them so if something did happen and she shifted, at least nobody would panic which was good. Besides a night out sounded like fun, like something they could both use.Arriving there, she was a bit nervous in how she’d keep up with conversations. She felt less nervous when she was deaf, maybe because she wouldn’t have heard the music or the chattering sound of conversations that were completely indistinct. She wondered if Alas could hear them, understand the people talking closest to them. She couldn’t tell what was being said. Taking a seat at a table, she asked him if she could get a drink, letting him order. It was easier than her having to write or type into her phone - or explain why she was writing or typing things out. After a handful of cocktails, she felt more relaxed, talking to a couple people, though with Alasdair next to her, still unsure of herself with following along. Anytime she missed something, she'd look to him with a confused enough expression he knew she missed too many words over the rest of the noise. Though she read lips well, it was far from an easy thing, especially with strangers. She knew how Alas said things, how his lips formed words so it was easier with him. Other people, it was a thing she had to figure out and learn. When he headed to the bathroom, she sipped on her drink, standing up just to move around a little. The alpha approached her, backing her right up to the nearest wall. Wide eyes lifted, “A little omega, here all alone? And so pretty - and unmarked,” he smirked. “You know how dangerous that is, right? Maybe it’s a good thing I’m here, I’ve been looking for another pretty little thing.” Emma shook her head, though she was flustered, she finally had her phone speaking for her, “No - I - I’m with someone. He’s in the bathroom,” the words were barely able to be typed through her nerves. “I’m sure, sweetheart, but he hasn’t marked you so I doubt he plans to keep you around. And we have a shortage of omegas so I think you’ll be coming with me.” He pressed closer to her, and she tensed. If Alas wanted to share her, that would be one thing, but it wasn’t the case. The only one she wanted was him. She caught Alas’ scent before anything, whimpering softly in hopes he’d hear her. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw her. It didn’t matter because within seconds, the other alpha was pushed back, and she could hear Alas growling, “She’s MINE,” and that made her smile. Sure, the other alpha wasn’t happy, “If she’s yours maybe you should mark your property before you end up with a fight on your hands.” The last thing Emma wanted was a fight happening, especially over her, hoping the other male would simply walk away.

@echobcrn The whole thing was still surreal to Emma. She knew Alasdair hadn’t meant to bite her like that, to turn her, but what was done was done. She had to remind herself that. Had she considered it before? Sure. But she was far from ready for it considering Emma was one that wanted to understand it all beforehand. There were so many questions - and one that got answered rather quickly. Her hearing was back, and to say she didn’t like it was an understatement. The world was quiet, nobody expected her to talk, it eased so many things. Talking was always so difficult, so stressful for her, and sign language had been a saving grace. The onset of it had her panicking because she truly didn’t remember what sound was like anymore. Most of her life was spent being Deaf that this was tripping her up to the point that she triggered herself to shift. The girl had no idea what got her to turn back, but there she was, lying naked on the floor, pushing herself up to her knees, looking around. Hands moved to cover her ears. She didn’t know that she wasn’t hearing well, that she was only healed of the injury, not fully healed which meant she was hard of hearing. Still, it didn’t feel that way. “So much noise. Everything makes noise,” she signed, it was instinctive, and she was too frazzled to try to talk. “Make it stop, Daddy... please.” It was unfair to ask him, unrealistic, and she knew it, but she couldn’t help it.

Picture it, though. Maka as Emma Soul as Mr. Knightly Liz as Isabella Woodhouse Wes as John Knightly Black*Star as Frank Churchill Tsubaki as Jane Fairfax Who would be Mr. Elton? Kid maybe?? I don't know, it doesn't quite fit, that would be a bit out of character, but I don't know....

Summary: Based off of Jane Austen’s Emma. Regency era fic. Kurt Hummel is a well off gentleman with the idea that he is good at matchmaking, except that as he soon learns, he is not always correct on affairs of the heart, especially when it comes to his own. Klaine.

Summary: Based off of Jane Austen's Emma. Regency era fic. Kurt Hummel is a well off gentleman with the idea that he is good at matchmaking, except that as he soon learns, he is not always correct on affairs of the heart, especially when it comes to his own. Klaine.