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@rawbutprecious: "Why are you here?" (from Alvie)

Today marks six months since they last spoke, if what House did could even be considered speaking: leaving a note on the nightstand of Alvie's hospital bed, apologizing for what happened at the abandoned warehouse. Still, the other man remains one of the few who knows House is still alive, an "honor" not bestowed upon many.

It still doesn't excuse House from breaking into the younger man's apartment, but who would have expected him to do it any other way?

Sitting in the dark on the couch, he reminisces about his old apartment, now occupied by new tenants who would never know all the crazy stuff that happened there (not that he wants to return to a place where all walls scream his dead best friend's name).

That's why he likes Alvie's apartment: it feels fresh, untainted by him.

"Hello, Alvie."

House looks over his shoulder at him, tapping his cane on the floor.

@rawbutprecious sent: "does all of this mean nothing to you?" (From Robin for Alice)

angsty romance PROMPTS:| Accepting

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(I hope you don’t mind this.  But have another thing.   I have a lot of Thoughts about a Modern or Mundane AU in which Belle is Gold’s housekeeper and a caregiver for Neal/Baelfire.)

“This is nonsense, my girl.   You don’t  have to go- we’re fine. It’s only one month.” 

“No,  I’ll do it.   We need the money,  and it  shouldn’t be for very long. I’ll call when I can,  I promise.” 

Belle heard her father sigh reluctantly as she hung up the phone.   It all began several weeks ago.  Belle had been on a delivery for the father’s flower shop  and the notice had come:  The rent was due,  and this time  they couldn’t pay it.  The  landlord had given them enough time to either figure something out or eviction and they’d lose the shop.  

That’s when the real work began: Belle found an advertisement  online thanks to her friend.  A position in Maine for a housekeeper.  It may not have been glamorous, but it could be enough to at least get her and her father through for another month. 

So, packing her things,  Belle French was off to Storybrooke, Maine.  Arriving at the house (which,  to her surprise and amusement,  had been painted pink) at a quarter past ten in the morning,  she waited outside the door before gathering up all her bravery and knocking.  

There was a pull to Merlin, something she just instantly felt. It was strange but it also felt somewhat familiar. Elora had grown up in Camelot for the past ten years after being forced out of her Kingdom and seeked refuge in Uther's. She had grown to be a rather beautiful young woman, porcelain skin with a rosey blush to her cheeks and blonde hair that almost resembled stardust. Upon her wavy hair lay a golden wreath, unlike the other head pieces Elora was allowed to wear something that resembled her own Kingdom of Tir-Mor. Many of the Knights and others in the castle had expressed how almost ethereal Elora had become. The banquet was boring, truth be told Elora didn't like them much anyway, she never had.

Ocean blue hues kept upon the servant giving a small raise of her brow. "No this feels different.. familiar" Elora explained and boy was it bugging her. "They got you on guard duty, I bet you can't wait for this night to be over just as much as me" The Princess admitted. She often came to Gaius for sleeping draughts, plagued by nightmares of her past, Gwen often having to comfort the young woman and sending her to Gaius for more medicine.

to  find  my  muse  in  the  rain  without  an  umbrella.

She was thrown into a panic when she had awoken and her husband wasn’t in his bed. She tried to remain calm as she searched the house, making sure that their son still remained sleeping in his crib. The sound of rain kept him sleeping peacefully.

When every place she searched didnt reveal her husband she decided to try the backyard. Thankfully she was right and she saw her husband standing out in the rain.

They all went to the Underworld because Emma wanted to rescue Hook, it was her fault that he was there in the first place. After she had became the Dark One and then made Hook one to save his life. She barely got any sleep and even refused to get some sleep. Everyone sort of went their own way when arriving in the Underworld as did Emma, although she had no idea where to go at this point, or where to look, her head was a mess and all she could think about was finding Hook and hoping he's okay. She never wanted this to happen, this wasn't supposed to end this way, look where it brought her. The blonde went her own way when she suddenly bumped into someone. "I'm s-" She didn't even finished her sentence when she looked up and saw who she bumped into.

Katniss had never considered herself to be a dreamer, and going into the Hunger Games was more like a nightmare than a good dream. But standing here, wearing this BEAUTIFUL GOWN Cinna had made just for her… it was almost like a dream. Katniss had NEVER worn anything so elegant in her life. And even though she knew the horrific fate that likely awaited her, even though she was DREADING this interview more than anything, even though she knew the dress was somewhat of a desperate ploy to get sponsors… she couldn’t help feeling… BEAUTIFUL.