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zodiyack · 3 years

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Promises

Requested by anon: Omg hi again may I request a Sherlock Holmes x reader were they get married and have kids! Thank you <3

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Reader

Warnings: One smut-indication?, funny angst, fluffity fluff, no proof-reading

Words: 1,953

Summary: (See Request)

Note: I’m making this a continuation of Reminders if that’s ok with you-

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Tears were shed, laughs were scattered, cheers were shouted. Sherlock had made good on his promise and married the lovely beautiful artist. He couldn’t stray his eyes from hers the entire wedding. It was difficult to even form words with how breathtaking the angel in front of him looked. Did they really expect him to say vows with this gift from the heavens standing right before him?!

Although Sherlock found it hard, he managed to spit out the words that caught in his throat. You’d hardly be able to tell he was a nervous wreck; the loving words that should bind them in mere moments came from his lips like poetry.

As soon as they were wed, Sherlock was eager to have his wife to himself. The entire after-party, he sat beside her with his leg bouncing impatiently, and that night he’d made love to her more times than they’d ever done in a week. A new record. He made it known that his promise was good.

What was to come after, though, was surely to be expected.

“Rin, stop moving sweetie.” She begged calmly for what felt like the thousandth time. Her youngest daughter fidgeted in the chair. She looked like a baby-doll propped up in an adults’ chair with how small she was. Painting her children was not uncommon for Y/n. They loved to model for their mother but most of the time her children could just barely stay still.

Their oldest, Eddie, a nickname for Edward, was goofy and had a heart like his aunt’s, both Enola and Eddie more child-like than times would prefer. Second oldest, Will Claud, short for William Claud, was determined, like his father, but had a habit of over doing it. He was the strict and ...well, the nerd brother. Will Claud just wanted to impress his father and mother, but he seemed to listen to his uncle Mycroft too much.

Next born was Alice. She had her mother’s skill in art as well as her father’s skill in mystery. She and Will Claud were born not too long from each other, so it was no surprise that they were constantly wrestling for the spotlight. Alice didn’t try to outwit her brother as much as he did her, but she wasn’t new to winning.

Finally, the twins; Clayton and Catherine. Clayton was mischievous and didn’t hesitate to make it known, but Catherine, sitting in that chair across her mother as her soft skin is replicated by paint onto a canvas of color, was practically an angel.

While the other children would hurdle over each other to get to their father every time he stepped through the front doors, Cathy would wait beside her mother politely before walking to her father slowly. Her siblings would part, forming a walkway in the middle as if she were royalty.

So then the joke was made and the chair painting was currently underway. They had to find the right chair, and they did. It looked so elegant, so royally distinguished. It looked perfect. Fit for a queen.

And that was what the joke was. That Catherine was the “queen”. Not a very funny one without context, Cathy’s siblings later found out, but a good one to tease her with. However, queen Cathy didn’t mind it. In fact, she was quick to drop into character, the smoothest transition known to man-kind.

While, yes, Catherine’s character was rather humorous, it still held some concerns. Would she become the lordly queen her siblings tried to paint her as? Would she ever realize it was all a joke her siblings made up? Growing up was never something she forced on her children, but she didn’t want to have them growing too used to a title like that. Y/n joked to her husband one night in bed as they held the sleeping majesty, whom had crawled into their bed without reason.

“I’m highly aware she’s ‘the queen’ and all, but I really hope she doesn’t decide she’d like to adopt the complete role. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if my baby became my nightmare. The other four are already so much work.” She chuckled as she brushed some of Catherine’s hair behind her ear.

Sherlock looked at his sleeping daughter. She looked so at peace, just as she always did, and he nodded yet noted his disagreement. “I doubt she’d ever become such a hassle. She’s been so patient and kind, I can’t see her actually devolving a bad side. Clayton, sure, but his sister?” Their eyes flicked up to meet each others. A beat later and they were in hushed snickers.

“Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“When will daddy be returning home?” She had relaxed her facial muscles, if only she’d done so with her limbs- make it easier for her mother, and held a casual tone of voice. Another thing with Catherine; she was harder to read than most.

“I’m not sure, my dear. He should be back before supper...” Y/n lifted her head to peak over the easel and watch her three older kids as they played with Clayton. He was a tough kid, but always overestimated how tough he really was. Y/n felt concern fill her gut when he first begged to play with his older siblings, but she let him anyways, Sherlock being the one to thank for that decision.

“Good. I want to sit next to him tonight. And you. I want to sit next to both of you, mummy.” She gave her mother a small smile, which she returned, before adjusting to her original pose.

Y/n paused after she finished the details involving the chair and Cathy. “Catherine, you do realize that I sit next to your father at dinner, right? And Eddie sits on his other side...that is, if Willy loses their fight tonight...I wonder why they don’t just take turns...” She muttered the last few sentences to herself in heavy contemplation.

“Mhm! You can sit next to him too!” The little girl watched her mother process her question with wide eyes of anticipation. She realized Y/n still didn’t quite understand and was quick to explain. “I can sit on your lap, mummy! Like when I was this big!” Catherine held up her hands to show an overexaggerated space between her small hands that supposedly represented her only one or two years ago.

“Well... Daddy and I can talk about it when he gets home. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm! But I don’t want to crush the new me, so don’t be afraid to tell me no, mummy, okay?!” Her innocence was adorable, but not more than the grin that sat upon her lips.

Clayton rushed in, causing Y/n to instinctively reach for her easel protectively. He chortled to himself before announcing what was on his mind. “It’s not a new you, Cathy, it’s a new me! I’ll bet you on it, I’m shore I have the funs!”

“Clayton Luther Holmes!” Y/n’s eyes doubled in size. “Who taught you about betting?”

Her son ignored her question and continued, “Besides, what if I want to sit on mother’s lap?!”

“We can’t both sit on mummy- what about the baby?”

“Uhh, it can move, no doy?! It can move just like Will Claud tells me to. It doesn’t need to be shell-fish!” Clayton muttered bitterly. “If Will Claud really wants to call someone his funny names, he should call the baby them.” His time with the older kids was undoubtfully the reasoning behind the failed attempts of words he didn’t fully understand.

“Do you mean ‘selfish?’“

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Don’t you agree, mummy? See, she agrees!” Clayton tried to argue with his twin, but his words had no effect on her. Catherine stared at him blankly, confused like her mother.

“Mummy didn’t say anything, Clayton. She said we can talk about it when daddy gets home, so you can wait here with me.” She scooted over a bit in the chair and pat beside her. Clayton shot her a look of distaste and ran back out into the yard.

“That was...odd.” Y/n blinked.

“He did remind me though, mummy... The baby can’t move... maybe I could sit with daddy instead?” Catherine sounded reassuring, her feathery voice calming her mother.

Which she really needed. She could hardly focus on her painting now. Her heart was begging for Sherlock to walk through the front doors already, spare her from another interruption that would throw her off-course for the fifth time that evening.

Like magic, her wish was granted and a knock sounded on the study door. Both Catherine and Y/n’s heads snapped toward Sherlock entering the room. “How’s her-majesty doing?” He smirked at Cathy as he set down his case. “I heard from two little competitive detectives that mummy is creating a masterpiece of her masterpiece! Are the rumors true?”

“That they are, detective. Seems you’ve found out the surprise before it could surprise you.” Catherine giggled as her father lifted her from the soft red chair and spun her around before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So, my little queen, how are you?”

“Good.” She smiled brightly. “How are you? Did mummy ask you yet?”

Sherlock turned to face Y/n, who looked away as fast as she could- wide eyes and all. “Did mummy ask me what, Rin?”

“If I could sit with you or her during supper? I would sit on mummy’s lap, but I don’t want to hurt the baby, and even if I could, Clay wants to sit on her too. I don’t want to make it unfair!” Catherine frowned. “I told him he could wait with me until you were here to talk about it but he didn’t want to.”

“I’ll tell you what. Since mummy has the baby, you can sit with her and I’ll have Clayton sit with me.”

“Yeah! He moves around a lot and we want to be extra careful with mummy and mini-baby, right?” Sherlock nodded, Y/n still trying to figure out what her daughter was saying, and sent Cathy off to play with her siblings until Alice finished supper. It wasn’t intended for Y/n’s pregnancy, but it certainly helped. A system in which the kids could claim nights to help out with meals. Alice loved to make dinners while Edward loved to bake. The smell of a delicious homecooked meal was never lacking in the Holmes house.

“Hear that? Mini-baby gets to sit next to the queen tonight.”

“I’m jealous, quite frankly.” Sherlock’s grin never ceased to bring Y/n’s to her face. Though she was exhausted, her husband made her feel calm and peaceful. “So, our five little reminders never cease to remind you, do they?”

“No...and don’t forget the sixth, Mr. Holmes.”

“Believe me, I haven’t, Mrs. Holmes. I’m simply awaiting their arrival. Perhaps a few more before I needn’t anymore reminders?”

“Mayhaps...however- Let’s talk about it when I’m no longer expecting, please. I’m already resisting the urge to collapse.” Sherlock chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he watched his wife struggle to the doors before helping her. His arms scoop her up and carry her to their room. They passed the paintings that hung upon the walls, portraits of Sherlock, portraits of their children, a portrait by her mother in law of their wedding day. The wall was home to their present and past, providing room for their future as well.

They were in their room for only a few minutes before a loud chatter followed them. Both adults closed their eyes and prepared themselves for their little ones who would burst through their doors at any moment. His promise was good, and they had five, almost six, reminders to show for proof.

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the-gay-prometheus · 3 years

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Frankenstein AU Segment - “A Time to Mourn” Part 1

Uh- hi - I couldn’t figure out a better title for this one so. We’re stuck with this for now until I think of something better.

Anyways.

This one takes place quite a while after the segment called 'Try.' There's a bit of context missing because of this but... Hopefully it's not too confusing.

A bit of background on this. I knew for a while that I wanted to introduce Ernest and Elizabeth into the main story by having Victor, Henry, and Agape visit William’s grave and be found entirely by accident, but I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to make that happen. And then, in my brain’s infinite wisdom, I came up with.... whatever the hell this is.

Fun fact - part of the writing process for this legitimately had me physically sobbing. Which is kind of sad considering... this isn’t even close to the most painful part of the AU as a whole. Point is though, it took me way longer to write because how in the world do you put into words something that there are no words to describe? I know for sure I still wasn’t able to do it justice despite spending weeks thinking it over and writing and rewriting it, but I think I got it as close as I could possibly get.

Now on to the somewhat disappointing part: this segment is technically going to be posted in two parts. I didn’t intend for it to end up being another two-parter, but what ended up happening was that I suddenly realized I had five pages of content written for it already despite still having more to write and, if I had ended up introducing Ernest the way I originally wanted to, that would have taken up another page or two at least. That would have ended up being a nine to ten page segment - which is waaaay too long if you ask me. This does unfortunately mean that Ernest’s true introduction is going to be delayed, but....

There is a bright side to this, though! I have a new idea for the full introduction of Ernest, and this means that Ernest will actually be getting a segment that is primarily focused on himself way sooner than I originally anticipated. I think he deserves as much, to be honest.

...All of that out of the way, on to the story.

A few warnings for this one: Mentions of blood, death of a child, and breaking bones (if you catch any I missed, please let me know asap!)

As always, likes, reblogs, and comments of any kind are highly appreciated!

It was before the sun rose that Victor awoke, somehow feeling entirely alert despite having only slept a few hours. He sat up in bed, staring at the wall in silence as he prepared himself for the day and the journey ahead. Henry stirred beside him, and though Victor hushed him quietly, his hazel eyes shuttered open. Still half asleep, he yawned and wriggled slightly, pulling the blanket over himself more before slowly starting to half sit upright. “Mm… it’s not already time for you to leave yet, is it?” he grumbled, voice raspy from sleep.

“If I want to make this as quick a trip as possible, yes,” Victor sighed in return, reaching over and taking Henry’s hand.

“And you promise you’ll be back in two days at most?”

“I promise,” Victor answered quietly, lifting his hand and gingerly kissing the back of it. Henry smiled slightly, shifting his grip and returning the kiss with one of his own on the back of Victor’s hand. Victor smiled back, but the expression soon faded into a more solemn one. “Do you promise you’ll keep him here until I come back?” Henry nodded.

“I promise. We’ll… probably go climbing or something,” he replied, sitting more upright and leaning his head on Victor’s shoulder. Victor rested his head against Henry’s, staring ahead once again.

“You should probably talk to him today, while you’re at it,” he suggested. Henry glanced up at him.

“Only if he brings it up. I don’t think he’d take it well if I was the one to bring it up.” Victor was silent, but nodded after a moment. With great effort, he pried himself away from Henry and slipped out of bed to prepare himself for the journey ahead. As he dressed himself, Henry stretched and pulled himself out of bed, walking over and wrapping his arms around Victor from behind once he was fully dressed in his traveling clothes. Victor leaned back into him as Henry placed his chin on his shoulder, raising one hand and placing his palm on Henry’s cheek. “I wish I could come with you,” Henry murmured quietly.

“I know,” Victor replied, “but someone needs to stay and make sure Agape doesn’t leave.” He sighed softly. “In a perfect world you could come with me and I could trust he wouldn’t follow but… we both know him. He’d follow even if he promised not to.” Henry nodded.

“You’re right. But I’ll still miss you.” Victor smiled, pulling back and turning to face him. He stood on his toes and rested his arms on Henry’s shoulders before kissing him softly, Henry reciprocating as he wrapped his arms back around him.

“I know,” Victor answered as he pulled back again. “I’ll miss you too.” Despite Henry’s reluctance to let him go, Victor moved to grab his black coat from the hook by the bedroom door.

“Please take care of yourself while you’re gone,” Henry requested, walking over and helping him to put the coat on. Victor nodded, popping the collar up.

“I will, as best as I’m able.” Just as he opened the door, Henry took hold of his arm and pulled him in for one last kiss, which Victor certainly didn’t protest to. After a moment, he gently tapped Henry’s shoulder, and Henry begrudgingly broke away, a sort of pouting expression in his eyes that made Victor smile. He walked out of the room, silently opening the front door and stepping outside. Henry followed him to the door, standing in the doorway as Victor took a moment to look up at the starry morning sky, admiring how the black of night had begun to lighten around the horizon with the coming sunrise.

“Victor?” Henry called as he watched his husband begin to make his way toward the trail that would lead down the mountain. Victor paused and turned.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” Victor smiled.

“I love you too. I’ll be back before you know it.” With that, he turned again, and disappeared into the trees.

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“Agape?” Henry called out, worry in his voice as he trudged through the forest, frantically searching in every direction. “Agape?!” After Victor left, he had crawled back into bed and - despite intending to only sleep until just after the sun fully rose, he had managed to sleep in until noon. When he awoke, he realized that his son was nowhere to be found. Though he tried to keep calm, he was terrified. After all, he promised Victor that he wouldn’t let him leave, but now he couldn’t even find him. He searched each of Agape’s usual favorite thinking spots - the pool in the mossy clearing, the circle of stones that looked like they had been intentionally placed in the middle of a stand of silver fir, the grove of collapsed larches from some long-past avalanche, the massive waterfall that dropped from the edge of a cliff and left the forest around it coated in mist - he was still nowhere to be found. The final place he could think to check was the alpine meadow on the other end of the forest, and as he passed through the final tangle of branches, he breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of the one he was looking for. Agape stood very still, his long black hair and dark cloak gently billowing in the mountain breeze as he overlooked the peaks on the horizon. Henry approached him slowly and solemnly, standing at his side and staring off in the same direction. “Agape I… I was hoping you would have come and talked to me this morning.”

“You were still asleep when I awoke,” Agape replied after a moment’s silence. “I did not wish to wake you.”

“Instead you worried me half sick,” Henry pointed out, turning his eyes to him.

“That was not my intention.” As he stared out over the distant heights, Henry searched his expression for how he was feeling. “I needed some time to… think.”

“About?” Henry asked, sitting on the grass and motioning for him to sit as well. Agape looked down at him, and hesitated for a moment before sitting beside him.

“I required time to think about what I should do,” he concluded, looking down as he brushed his fingers through the grass around him. He turned, his eyes settling on a patch of wildflowers further down the slope. “I… wish to pay my respects.” Henry tensed.

“That’s… that’s a wonderful idea Agape but, well-” He paused, unsure of how to word it and worried he might take it the wrong way. “Well… Victor- he… See, that’s- that’s where Victor is off to at the moment. And he specifically requested to be-” He cut himself off as Agape suddenly stood, and began walking over to the patch of wildflowers. “Agape?” The tall figure bent down, and began plucking a few of the flowers. Curious, Henry stood and walked over to him. As he walked over, Agape straightened himself upright, and held out a small handful of the flowers for Henry to see.

“As I recall, flowers are a customary gift for the dead, correct?” he asked. Henry was about to reply, when he caught sight of the flowers that Agape held. They were small, pale blue, and grew in clusters on long, vibrant green stems. “Myosotis alpestris,” he recited, recalling the scientific name from one of his and Victor’s many excursions to this spot. “Commonly known as-”

“Forget-me-nots,” Henry breathed, looking up at him. Agape nodded.

“Indeed. They seem… most appropriate.” Suddenly Henry was conflicted. On one hand, he knew Victor needed time to grieve alone. After all, it had been two years, and all that time, he never really had a moment to spend truly grieving. But on the other hand… there was Agape. Clearly seeking something, likely closure or forgiveness, and who was he to deny him that? “If I wish to arrive there in a timely fashion I should leave presently,” Agape continued, breaking him from his thoughts.

“I’m coming with you,” Henry blurted out before he could consider trying to change his son’s mind. Agape gave him an odd, yet comforted look.

“I would much appreciate your accompaniment, Henry, but if that is the case then we truly must leave right away unless you intend for me to carry you.” Henry shook his head.

“That won’t be necessary,” he answered. “Though I may take you up on that offer on the way back.” Agape nodded.

“I understand. In which case, let us be on our way.”

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By the time Victor arrived at his family’s cemetery, it was well into the night and the full moon coated the land in an eerie pale gleam. Throughout his journey he had felt strangely numb, as though the reality of it all still hadn’t set in yet - which was especially strange, considering it had been two years now. Still, as he stepped beyond the gate, it seemed as though the weight of every body that lay beneath was piled on top of him and for a moment he struggled to breathe. Memories flooded back of his time in Ingolstadt, digging through graves in the middle of the night, sorting through corpses, picking and choosing which parts he would take and which he would leave behind. Although he knew he had nothing to fear, a chill ran down his spine as he felt like a hundred spirits had gathered around him to judge him for his actions. He shook the thought away, gripping at the collar of his coat and pulling it to cover his face as he walked onward. Searching through the names he once played amongst as a child, he finally came across the headstone he was looking for, and upon seeing it he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Resting serenely beneath a willow was a small granite stone that read ‘William Frankenstein ~ Tragically murdered on May 7th aged 8 years.’ It felt like a nightmare. It felt like it shouldn’t be real. Even after all this time, he couldn’t picture it. The last time he had seen his brother, he was no more than an infant, and he couldn’t fathom what the body six feet beneath where he stood might have looked like. Though his throat was suddenly dry, he shuddered and swallowed hard as he reached out and placed a hand on the cold stone.

“I-” His voice cracked as he began to speak. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say to you. I… I don’t have the words.” He hesitated, clenching his eyes shut. “How, William- how have I continued on knowing that your innocent blood is on my hands? I’m... I never should have-” He sucked in a shaky breath, then suddenly recoiled as a horrible vision swam in his mind. He could see it clearly: his creation’s horrible hand upon the throat of a child, yellow eyes burning with fury as he squeezed the life out of his infant brother. A squeak of disgust escaped his throat at the thought, and he trembled. “I never should have done it. I never should have created it. I- If I hadn’t you would still be alive and- and-” His trembling worsened and he broke into a cold sweat. “Good god William, what the hell am I doing? That thing, that demon, he slaughtered you with his bare hand, and here I am playing the father figure. You, my own brother, perished from his malice and I have been treating him with dignity he most certainly doesn’t deserve!” he exclaimed, his voice hoarse. “How blinded by my own fear of what he might do have I been? How insulting it must be to see me treat your murderer with such care.” He nearly fell as his trembling worsened, and he caught his fall upon the edge of the headstone with a gasp. Slowly, he recovered and stood. “How-” he was cut off by the sound of footsteps, and for a moment fear gripped him until he turned. Walking into the cemetery were two familiar shapes, and though in other circumstances he might have been glad to see them, in this particular moment he felt his blood boil with rage. “You’ve got an awful lot of nerve to follow me here,” he seethed as they approached, his eyes narrowed as he glared at them. Henry sighed, glancing away as he stopped just a few feet from where Victor stood.

“I know- I’m sorry but-”

“No, Henry,’” Victor snapped, clenching his fists. “You. Promised.”

“Yes, I did, and I shouldn’t have. This isn’t about me and it isn’t about you either. He-” Agape slowly walked forward, his expression seemingly blank as his yellow eyes stared down at the headstone. Victor felt rage coursing through him at the sight, his mind still reeling from the dreadful vision he had witnessed only moments ago.

“Get the hell out of my sight,” Victor snarled at the creature, his hand shaking as he forcefully pointed toward the exit. Agape didn’t respond, instead simply taking another silent step. Henry wanted to speak up, but kept his mouth shut, knowing nothing he would say could possibly help. “How dare you come here! After what you did to him you-” He cut himself off as the creature took another step. “Are you listening to me? Get. Out!” he cried, pointing once again toward the exit. Another step. “I swear if you take one more step I will not be responsible for my actions,” he hissed. Another step, suddenly more unsteady this time. Victor felt fury swell within him and he suddenly lunged toward his creation. Henry grabbed him before he could lay so much as a finger on Agape, and Victor in turn was about to push him away to make another attempt at striking the creature, when his eyes caught sight of pale blue clutched between his creation’s boney hands. He hesitated suddenly, his vision focusing to realize that Agape held a small bouquet of various wildflowers he had plucked along the journey to the cemetery, though most numerous in the assortment was forget-me-nots. His eyes widened and he felt some of his rage dissipate as Agape took another faltering step. Henry, seeing that Agape was struggling, instinctively moved to help him, but Victor raised an arm and stopped him. “Agape?” Victor managed to hoarsely call out. The creature did not answer, and simply took another step, now standing directly over the grave. All seemed unnaturally silent, no rustling of branches in the breeze or calls of nocturnal creatures, just silence. Victor felt his heart sink as he beheld his creation suddenly tense hard. “...Agape-”

There was a war suddenly raging within the creature’s heart. Such was his anguish at the thought of his crimes that he felt as though every stitch was tearing out of its seam. His memory flooded with dreaded images he had tried so hard to suppress, and it overwhelmed him. As he tried to keep his composure, his grasp on the flowers tightened. Terror gripped him as the soft crumpling of the stems sounded more like sickening cracks in his ears and the damp feeling of now crushed stalks felt more like blood covering his hands. Though they were only wilted flowers, in the vision of his troubled mind, he held the broken neck of a young boy, and in horror he released his grip. He stared down at his hands, shaking violently, before suddenly collapsing to his knees. An indescribably banshee-like scream of pure agony escaped him as he threaded his fingers through his long black hair and gripped the locks tightly as though he were ready to rip them from his own skull. Both Victor and Henry flinched at the dreadful noise, Henry turning away and Victor struggling to hold back a sob of his own. Tears gushed from Agape’s eyes, falling heavy into the grass below, and he struggled to breathe between the cries of despair that escaped him.

As Victor took in a shaky breath, he felt himself tremble as his thoughts flooded with everything he had just said. After all this time, he had never really considered how Agape might have been reflecting on his own actions, or how he too might have been hiding just how much emotional pain he was in regarding that fateful event. And, if this was still the cold hearted murderer he had considered his creation might be, then why would he be in such clearly torturous distress over the death over the one he himself had killed? Worse yet, he knew better - he had seen just how far Agape had come in coping with his emotions and relating to others. He had seen the amount of care and sympathy this miraculous creature showed toward Henry and himself, how selfless he had always been. After all, even though Victor wished that perhaps he had stayed dead, it was out of a deep familial love that Agape had used the very elixir and device that was meant to create an everlasting companion for himself to instead restore his creator - his father - to life. And, in a very real sense, Agape was still a child. For a child to spend two years silently coping with a trauma so intense, though it may have been a trauma the child himself caused, was a burden that Victor could barely comprehend. All at once, whatever malice he still held for his creation within him melted away, and, making the first move, he walked toward his son and shakily placed a hand on his shoulder.

Agape had finally begun to quiet himself while Victor had been hesitating to make any movement, but as soon as he felt the hand of his father placed gently upon him, he felt a sudden swell of heartbreaking pain and he lurched with a sob. In his mind, he deserved no sympathy, and feeling that this man who had just moments prior hurled threats at him was moved so deeply by his grief that he might entirely change his own damaged perspective, shattered his already guilt ridden soul. Victor himself could no longer hold back his emotions, breaking into tears of his own. He flinched slightly as he suddenly felt a hand placed on his shoulder, and exhaled a shaky breath as he recognized the gentle touch as his husband’s. Henry lingered there behind him for a moment, but slowly moved to his son’s other side, kneeling beside him and resting a hand gently upon his back. Though he opened his mouth to speak, he was shocked into silence as Victor spoke instead.

“I am so-” He hesitated, tensing and shuddering before inhaling sharply and continuing. “So sorry.” The words hurt to say, there was no denying that. The moment they left his lips it felt like a dagger cutting into his chest and a fire burning in his throat. Agape’s still tear-filled eyes widened as he heard them, but he stayed silent, not daring to speak in fear of even the slightest chance that his words may only serve to condemn himself more. Once he regained his composure, Victor went on. “I may be cursed with the knowledge of what happened, with knowing that what I did played a part in sealing his fate, but you…” He swallowed hard, and knelt down beside him, reaching out and turning Agape’s face toward him though his son’s yellow eyes averted from his gaze. “You who have changed and grown, who I have watched make such strides of progress toward returning to the kind and gentle soul you once possessed-” Agape winced at his words, strands of his long black hair falling over his face and hiding his eyes. Victor gently pushed the locks away, tucking them behind his ear. “To be forever stained with vivid memories of what you once did, and to hide the pain it must have caused you as you came to realize that action was such a grievous atrocity for the sake of keeping peace - I can only imagine what a living hell it must have been for all that time.” Picking up one of the flowers, though damaged, he held it up and inspected the pale blue of its tiny petals. “I thought maybe you had simply… forgotten. That maybe to you it had been such an inconsequential action, that maybe all it was, was a means to an end.” He placed the flower down in front of the headstone, and gazed upon the engraving. “It doesn’t make logical sense, though, to think that you might have forgotten, given your… impeccable memory. So maybe that was a lie I told myself - to make blaming you and resenting you justifiable.” He glanced over at Henry, who was staring at him from Agape’s other side with a kind, compassionate smile despite the tears still rolling down his freckled cheeks, and in an instant his guilt and regret melted away into a gentle warmth that seeped through him and turned his pained expression into a similarly soft smile. Agape’s immense frame trembled with a long, labored exhale.

“I am undeserving of your sympathy, Victor. The crime I committed was unforgivable.”

“He never said that your crime was forgiven,” Henry pointed out gently. Agape gave him a pained glance. “Killing a child for the sake of gaining compassion by force is unforgivable, it’s true. But no matter how unforgivable an action may be, no man is born or created innately knowing what is forgivable and what is not. It’s what he chooses to do with the knowledge of his actions that determines whether he himself is worthy of forgiveness or not.” There was a long pause as Agape considered what Henry said.

“Given all I have done and everything I am, would I be considered worthy? Was his murder not so damning that I should be forever condemned? Is there any stride I could make that could in some way restore my dignity of one worth the forgiveness of those he so grievously harmed?” He struggled to steady his voice between each still labored breath, each pulse within him carrying a dull ache of still ever-growing guilt and shame.

“Well,” Victor began, reaching out to him and wiping the tears from his eyes. “All things considered, I would say-” He cut himself off as he perceived in his peripheral vision a gleaming light that seemed to be quickly approaching. He looked to Henry, who seemed to be staring out at the glow with squinted eyes. “Henry,” he whispered somewhat harshly. Henry turned his gaze back down to him. “What is it?”

“Someone is coming,” Henry whispered back. Agape flinched at his words and made a quiet noise almost like a yelp, suddenly clutching at the edges of his cloak and pulling it tighter around himself. Both Victor and Henry hushed him softly, though they looked to each other with concern.

“What do we do?” Footsteps could be heard approaching through the grass beyond - two steps and a gentle tap with each stride. Henry lifted his eyes back up toward the approaching figure.

“...I’ll handle it,” he muttered. “Besides, we can’t risk… you know,” he added, gesturing toward Agape. Victor nodded silently, dropping his eyes to the ground and placing a hand back up onto Agape’s shoulder and squeezing tightly - half to reassure him, and half to give himself something to hold on to as he tried not to imagine the worst. Gently pulling the hood of Agape’s cloak over his head, Henry stood, turning toward the figure and trying to determine who it might be. The voice that called out from beyond sent a sudden chill through Victor’s veins and a new fear gripped at his heart. He wasn’t ready for this. Not here. Not now.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

#frankenstein au #tw blood mention #tw broken bones mention #tw death mention #I actually attempted proofreading on this lmao. we'll see if it made much of a difference or not but there were things i ended up changing!#so... good for me! i call that character development on my part i think lmao

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“What’s In a Name?” (A Drabble)

“We are NOT naming our baby Sage!” There was annoyance in Emma’s tone as she rolled her eyes at her husband. “You tried to push that name for Henry and my feelings on that name remain the same.” It was nighttime, and they had recently crawled into bed after tucking their almost-two-year-old son Henry in for the night.

“I never pushed it,” Baelfire retorted. “I just thought I’d… throw the option out there again because I really like the name...”

“Well stop ‘throwing it out there’; like I said when I was carrying Henry, it’s not royal-sounding. Prince Sage of Mist Haven doesn’t - it doesn’t really roll off the tongue. And for the LAST time, I just DON’T like the name!” She placed her hand on her belly as she tried to think of more names.

Bae and Emma had been married for two years and were currently expecting their second child and even though Emma was only five months along they were already deciding on what to name their child. There was a name that Emma was contemplating on suggesting and she decided to finally just say it. “What do you think of Bayern?” she tentatively asked as she cast him a side-ways glance.

“Bayern?” From the expression on Baelfire’s face Emma could already tell that her husband was not fond of the name.

“Yes… you don’t like it?” her green eyes were round with disappointment when she looked at him.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” he trailed off; he didn’t want to hurt her feelings - that was the last thing he ever wanted to do - he continued: “You don’t think it’s too close to… well, my name?”

“Well, I mean… maybe a little bit….” if Emma had to be completely honest that was one of the reasons why she liked it so much. That, and because when she was little she had accompanied her parents on a trip to another kingdom called ‘Bayern’; she loved the place and, quite frankly, she wouldn’t mind at all naming her child that. Too bad she hadn’t thought of the name before Henry was born. “But if you really think about it, Baelfire and Bayern don’t sound alike at all; and even if it did, is that really a bad thing? It would be neat! Baelfire and Bayern.”

Baelfire shook his head in protest. “I don’t think so.” Bae had never been too fond of his name, he always thought that it was rather eccentric, and he didn’t want their child to feel the same way about his name as he did his own.

“Oh come now,” she whined. “Prince Bayern of Mist Haven sounds so fierce and regal!” She suddenly felt her unborn child kick, causing her to grin. “See? Even Baby thinks it’s a good name!”

“Or maybe Baby is kicking in protest because he disagrees with you. Did you think of that?” his tone greatly reflected his disapproval in the name ‘Bayern’ and Emma sighed; he was obviously going to be rather difficult about this choice of name. “Fine,” she gave in. “Have it your way.”

“Besides,” he rolled so that he was on his side and lovingly placed his hand on Emma’s baby bump. “What if she’s a girl? You can’t name a girl ‘Bayern’; it’d be cruel…” he scooted downward to her belly where he delivered a gentle kiss. “Isn’t that right, Ivy?”

“Ivy?” Emma raised her eyebrows at his suggestion.

“Yeah!” he scooted back up to his pillow and propped himself up on one elbow as he looked at her. “I think it’s pretty; a name suitable for a little princess as beautiful as her mama…” he leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on her lips, while Emma grinned and lazily kissed him back.

“A princess, huh?” she asked. “Interesting. And what makes you so sure that this one’s a girl?”

Baelfire shrugged in response. “I just know; she’s a girl.”

Emma rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. When she had been expecting Henry, Bae had hoped for a daughter and she was pretty sure she had noticed a look of brief disappointment flash across his face once her midwife had announced ‘it’s a boy’ after Henry had finally slipped out of Emma’s body. Regardless of his disappointment, Emma had tried to tell him that she knew they were having boy; when asked how she knew she had explained how, as a little girl, she had come across her mother’s locket (which was given to Snow by Charming’s mother) and, out of childish curiosity, had held it near her stomach. Well, when she had heard that the locket could predict a baby’s gender before a woman was even with child she had no idea that it could actually predict it WAY before! Before she knew it that stupid thing started swinging north to south and of course her mother happened to walk in at that moment. ‘Awww! You’re going to have a little boy someday, Emma!’ she remembered her mother had said that with so much excitement in her voice while she just sat there all red from embarrassment. Anyway, that is how she knew Henry was going to be a boy but when she had explained the story to Bae he had just laughed it off as ‘gypsy nonsense’ and still went on hoping for a little girl. Then the day came for little Henry to enter the world and sure enough, Snow White’s locket was right; which had caused Emma to grin victoriously - that is, she grinned victoriously after she had recovered from the initial shock of squeezing a six-pound baby out of her body. So, yes, Baelfire had been disappointed at first by their baby being a boy but he quickly got over it (Emma had no doubts about that whatsoever - Baelfire loved their child with all his heart). But now, as they were expecting another child he was at it again, hoping (and probably praying too - which wouldn’t do any good… the baby was already what God wanted it to be at conception and there would be no changing that) for a girl. Emma didn’t really care though, she found it rather cute.

“And what if you’re wrong - AGAIN - and it's another boy?” she scooted down into a lying down position and once she had gotten herself comfortably under her covers she snuggled as close into Baelfire as her five-months pregnant belly would allow.

He pulled her a little closer and kissed her temple. “I won’t be wrong; I know it’s a girl. And I think we should name her Ivy. Since she’ll be born in November the name’s perfect because ivy is what we use to decorate for Christmas, you see.”

Emma thought about that for a moment; he had a valid point, and it was actually a very sweet idea. The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. “That is… that is adorable. And Princess Ivy of Mist Haven does sort of roll off the tongue nicely. But…” she paused and drew little circles on his chest with her index finger.

“But what?”

“But what if I’m right and Baby’s a boy?”

“We’ll think of something…” he answered sleepily.

“Hold on, I’ve got a proposal!” she propped herself up on her elbow before she continued.

“Which is…?” Baelfire sighed. By now he just wanted to go to sleep.

“If you’re right and it’s a girl, her name’s Ivy.” she paused and grinned deviously. “But… if I’M right, and it’s a BOY, then his name will be Bayern. And no one will give me any lip… is that a deal?”

Baelfire looked up at her and thought about it for a moment. There was really no point in arguing with her, the girl would always fight to get what she wanted - and she always won. He sighed. “Fair enough.” he finally answered. With that Emma grinned a wide, victorious grin and settled back into bed. Little did she know though, that in roughly four months’ time, the name Bayern would lose the bet; for the child inside of her was Mist Haven’s tiny future princess.

The End

#SwanFire #Emma swan #Baelfire #Neal Cassidy #OUAT #once upon a time #Sassy's drabbles #I did not pick Sage because of the book series I'm currently reading!#Alright! you got me!#Of course I did!!#I freaking LOVE Sage!

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Lost in the Heart & at Sea; Chapter One: Love Letters & Shipwrecks

Summary: Sam and Nathan Drake finds themselves running in circles when they catch wind of a new treasure that was supposedly lost to the sea; the Diamond of the Pacific, a ring that was meant for Captain Jules wife. With enemies at every corner, they’ll need all the help they can get… Including, inside jobs. How will Sam and Nathan react when they figure out who Y/N really is? How will Sam react when she shows him sides of her no one else has seen?

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader; mentions Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Victor Sullivan, Nadine Ross, Rafe Adler,

Warnings: Cursing, blood/violence, gun violence, implied smut, angst, testing fate/loyalty, major injury,

Notes: This is the first Uncharted Series I have ever attempted, so, I apologize now if it turns out horrible :) I’ve taken a strong liking to the Drake boys once again, and I don’t plan on seizing up hopefully! However, I will still take request for SPN, and other shows/video games! Send an Ask and you’ll be added to my drafts to be written! :) 💖

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I woke with a growl, rubbing at the knot that had formed on the back of my head. “Dammit.” Glancing around, I noted that I was in a hotel room that I didn’t recognize as the one from Italy. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I sat up fully with a huff as I cracked my neck, frowning at the stiffness that warped through my aching bones.

“Good to see Drake didn’t kill you, I would’ve had to shoot him,” Nadine spoke as I glance over, furrowing my brows as she stuck out a glass of water, sighing I thanked her and took a sip. “How’s your head feeling?” She asked, sitting in the desk chair as I frowned, rubbing a hand down my face with a scoff. “My head’s fine, I’m not dead. But... The cross,”

“Y/N, you tried... I know I usually want 110% from you since you’re my right-hand gal, but... You had it until Nathan Drake came barreling in like some bull in a china shop.” Nadine frowned as I shrugged gently, glancing down at my outfit to see my suit had been replaced by my pale tanktop and my army green cargo shorts. “Besides, Rafe found something better...” Nadine smirked as I looked up, frowning as I shook my head. “There can be nothing better than Henry Avery’s treasure, Nadine.”

“But, there can be.” She jutted out her index as I deepened my frown before pushing up from the comfortable bed, moving towards her as she turned in her seat and shoved a few books off to the side before showing a few pieces of old, torn papers that held something that resembled... Coordinates?

“Alright, I’ll bite, what the hell?”

“Since Rafe expressed his anger with the cross being stolen, he demanded that he got something to replace the thing... So, in return, the woman running the auction gave him this,” she paused, handing me one of the papers that resembled a diary entry.

My love,

I am afraid that your gift will never arrive and neither will I. I chose the wrong life, my sweet, for I should’ve chosen you. If this letter is to ever reach you then you shall know that I tried... I tried to give you the sea, but it only took me away from you. I do hope you know how much I love you, Merina... My God, I love you.

Your Jules.

“Okay, so, some pirate-”

“Captain Charles Jules,” Nadine added as I nodded, continuing.

“Right. Captain Charles Jules was coming home to give his wife something that related to the sea... But, it was lost just like his body was to the cruel waves.” I murmured the last part, thinking about the poor bastard’s wife and how she must’ve never truly known about her husband's death, or just how deeply he wanted to please her. So sad...

“Poor man, but the last thing he writes are the coordinates of where his ships sank, and that could lead us to the Diamond of the Pacific.” Nadine grinned like the Devil as I cocked a brow, dropping the piece of paper back in front of her as I frowned. “Diamond of the Pacific? Do we even know what that could be?” Nadine merely frowned.

“Not yet, but there are a few more mentions of this Diamond throughout his entries, and Rafe is stating that it’s most likely not a real diamond.” She sighed, flipping through a few more pages as I laughed, grabbing one of the stone-like paperweights and tossing it up and down. “Well, I guess Captain Jules never learned that diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”

“Ha! I’ve never seen you wear diamonds, not even when needing to play fancy.” Nadine scoffed with a snort as I grinned, twirling the paperweight in hand with a smirk. “I didn’t say they were mine, I’m more of... Sapphire or emerald type of gal.” Nadine nodded, smirking. She went to say something, only to be cut short as her cell rang, making me set the paperweight down and move away, thinking it was an important call.

My mind slowly floated back to the other night, it whirling as I thought of... Sam Drake. He had to have known something was off about me, especially when Nadine came running down the hall screaming my name like a madman. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory. Why was he so... Keen on knowing who I was? What was his motive of knowing my true name? Damn him, anyway, even if he was one of the more attractive men I’ve met in my field.

“Y/N! Pack your bags,” Nadine moved towards me as I turned, furrowing my brows as she smirked. “We’re heading on a little vacation.” She slipped her phone into her pocket, making me cross my arms over my chest as I sent her another look of ‘to where exactly?’

“I hope you brought your swimsuit, I hear Bora Bora is extremely lovely this time of year.”

I pressed myself against the door, tying my hair back as Nadine and Rafe discussed the diamond’s hiding place further, but I couldn’t help but push them out of my thoughts. The sun was shining bright above head while the heavy winds bellowed through the open windows, my bangs tangling and flying around my aviators as I couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N!” Rafe shouted over the wind as I scooted forward, pushing the sunglasses down some on my nose with a grin. “Yes, Mr. Adler!”

“I hope you realize just how important this treasure is now, right?” He shouted as I swallowed, thinking back to Henry’s cross. He must blame me... “Yes, sir, I do realize this.”

“Then, you know that you must be ready to shoot, be shot at, and work until you’re sweatin’ like a pig!” Rafe laughed as I furrowed my brows, frowning some before stealing a glance at Nadine, who held an intense glare while keeping her head forward. “Yes, sir, I’m well-prepared for anything ahead of us.” I nod, puffing out my chest slightly as he glanced back at me in the rearview mirror. “Atta’ girl!” Rafe howled into the wind before pressing down on the gas, causing Nadine to hiss through clenched teeth and gather a death grip on her leather seat, I quickly do the same. This man is going to end up killing us...

“So,” I echoed as Nadine and I walked through the hotel hallways, attempting to find our shared room. “What exactly is our plan? I know you ended up bringing the Shoreline to help with this, but... I don’t think I’m ready to murder people in cold blood.” I huffed as she paused, humming before entering our keycard and pushing into the cool room. It held a more tropical sense, the walls were sky blue and fake palm trees tried to hide the few markings that weren’t supposed to be there. All of the furniture was a black stained bamboo wood that was accompanied by a deep red comforter -- it looked comfortable enough.

“I know you’re concerned with this job, Y/N, but... Rafe is promising enough money to give us both a nice life, along with landslides into retirement.” She grinned as I scoffed at the thought, but snorted at the thought of Nadine Ross entering retirement. “Please, I’m only 35, jerk.” I moved around her, throwing my bag onto the bed as she did the same. “Also, I don’t know about you but I’m going to go explore the market, care to join?”

“I would love too, but I need to get these coordinates figured out and which island I need to send the Shoreline and where that diamond could possibly be hidden.” Nadine murmured, reaching into her pack and yanking out books and maps that would’ve drove me mad ages ago. “Suit yourself! If you need me, you’ve got my number.” I called over my shoulder before exiting the room, pulling at my ponytail, and shaking it out before entering the small elevator; the silver doors slowly closing. “Hey, hold that ride down!” A gravelly voice shouted, causing me to thrust my hand out and stop the doors from closing.

A tall man came running, an old white tank top that was peeking out from the open Hawaiian shirt which was accompanied by light wash jeans. The light scruff and curly, yet unruly brown hair showed how late he was, along with the sunglasses hiding his dark circles -- which I may happen to be doing the same.

“Thank you, my dear lady,” he grinned, climbing in before pressing the lobby button before jutting his thumb at the buttons. “Different floor?” I shook my head. “Nope, the same place you’re going, flower boy,” I smirked as he furrowed his brows, only to what I assumed was glanced down and let out a chuckle. “Ha, flower boy, that’s a new one.” I grinned as the soft elevator music played, seeming to give us a soft atmosphere around us. I swept my hand through my wave of hair, allowing the thick mess to breathe as I gently sighed.

“So,” Flower boy tsked suddenly, making me glance at him over my aviator's lens. “What brings a girl like you to a place like this? Honeymoon? One-year anniversary?” He couldn’t help but smirk as I scoffed, puffing up the back of my hair once again. “Oh, please, like any man could handle this.” I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth as I crossed my arms, puffing out my chest as his dark eyes trailed up and down my body making heat crawl up my throat and into my face. “Ah, so... You’re a free bird? No cage to hold you down.”

“Not an iron bar in sight,” I smirked, reaching up and pushing my glasses to rest on the bridge of my nose. “What about you flower boy?” I glanced at his fingers that hung from his belt loops, a gold band sat neatly on his finger. “I see a cuff.”

“Ah, it’s not my cuff, some poor bastard lost it so I took the poor thing and gave it a home.” He flexed his hand, causing me to glance down at it again. How would it have fallen off someone if it fits so tight on his hand? “So, you’re technically married to some woman that doesn’t know you exist?” I giggled with a small snort, causing him to chuckle with a shrug. “I suppose so, though, I don’t think I’d make a good husband.” He murmured, making me frown as I slowly took off my glasses, brushing my hair to the side.

“Hey, flower boy, you can’t beat yourself up, alright? Besides, you seem like the type of guy that would have men jealous and the woman fawning over you.” I grinned as he chuckled, shrugging again. “I’m serious! Cut yourself some slack,” I paused as the elevator dinged, signaling that was flower boy and I’s stop. “Besides, maybe you just haven’t met the right girl yet!” I called over my shoulder as I exited the elevator, slipping my glasses back on as I moved towards the lobby doors, exiting into the warm heat of Bora Bora’s sunshine with a wide grin. The Diamond of the Pacific could wait a few more hours... I needed to get my exploring on.

After exploring the through the market a bit more, and a few canvas bags later, I couldn’t help but notice the sweet view of the ocean from one of the tents. Chewing on my lip, I couldn’t help but wander closer to the shore. Stepping carefully through the large rocks, I dropped my bags off by the side and slipped my sandals from my aching feet, also removing my glasses. I bit my lip as the warm saltwater crashed over my toes, making me sigh as I gently kicked up some of the soft sprays with a chuckle.

“What I would kill to live here,” I mumbled, taking in the heavenly view as the clash and clatter came from the market, keeping me well aware that I still needed to get back to the hotel. Inhaling the tropical air, I sighed, closing my eyes as I carefully listened to the waves rolling and crashing against one another, the slight slap as it crashed against the freshly muddied sand. I couldn’t help but wish I had chosen a different job...

“Hey there stranger,” I gasped, thrusting my elbow back into the person’s stomach, before swiping my leg beneath their own, before turning and growling, only to gasp again as I saw flower boy lying beneath my shadow. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry, I -- military training.” I leaned down, grabbing one of his large hands with both of mine and tugged him up, keeping a hand on his chest as I made sure nothing was actually damaged, before quickly stepping back as his gaze traveled down before meeting my eyes once again.

“Damn, Aviators nearly knocked me out.” He chuckled with a wheeze as I winced, squinting one of my eyes as I stepped forward with a frown. “I’m so sorry, it’s like I said, military training.”

“No, no, it’s my fault,” he wheezed again before straightening his back, he stood taller than me once again, making me feel small. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” He coughed, reaching back and scratching his neck.

“I was just... Lost in thought.” I murmured, turning sideways and narrowing my eyes at the sea. Flower boy moved closer, standing next to me while stuffing his hands into his pockets with a low whistle, causing me to glance at him. “I can see why. It’s gorgeous once the sunsets just perfectly across the horizon,” he smirked, nodding to himself as I arched a brow, before turning back towards the ocean.

“It’s a mystery out there. It’s one that I want to solve one day.” I sighed, just a little bit above a whisper.

“So, you’re a marine biologist? That’s pretty cool.”

“Oh, uh... Not exactly. That was my dream job while I was growing up, but... My dad had different ideas for me.”

“So, he’s the one that sent you to military training, I take it?” He asked, pulling out a package of cigarettes, slipping one of the slender sticks out and snapping open his lighter and taking a hefty puff from it. “What made you guess?” I snarked, biting at my lip as I shook my head, causing my loose hair to fall into my face. “It was stupid of me to let him do it, but then again, when you don’t have anyone else to run too, you stick around with who you know.” I shrugged, kicking at the grains of sand as he turned towards me, offering me the cigarette, which I slowly went to accept, only to take a step back. “Can’t. Learning to quit.”

“Ha, you’ve got more willpower than I do, aviators.” He grinned, taking another huff of it as I frowned, turning back to the sunset only to narrow my eyes before going wide-eyed. Even with the heavy waves, the water was crystal clear, making it almost like a mirror. Narrowing my eyes again, my mouth formed a little ‘o’. Spinning on my heels, I quickly ran towards my things, slipping on my sandals, and grabbing my small bags before quickly trying to climb up the rocks.

“What’s with the sudden rush?!” Flower boy shouted after me, making me pause as I turned towards him, already standing on the pavement with small bursts of breath. “I... There’s just something I really, really need to take care of but... I want to see you again. So, meet me here tomorrow, same time.” I grinned before taking off down the sidewalk, my mind not registering that I had just told a stranger to meet me again, as I ran back to the hotel. My legs slightly burned as I raced up the hillside up to the hotel’s driveway, running through the lobby, causing my sandals to slap across the floor before I reached the elevator, frantically clicking the third floors’ button. Once I reached the floor, I quickly jogged towards the room and banged on the door, only to have Nadine appear with a shocked look.

“Y/N? What’s gotten into you? You look like a madman,” she slightly hissed, grabbing my wrists and pulling me into the room, peeking out before turning towards me and closing the door. I panted before dropping my bags and falling back into the desk chair with a grin. “I... I found it.”

“Found ‘it’? You’ll have to more specific-”

“The shipwreck... The shipwreck is just a few miles off the shore here. I... I was just standing there, and the water was so clear that I could just... See it.”

“Y/N, there have been million’s of shipwrecks near Bora Bora, we need to mark these coordinates down, then head wherever they are trying to lead us.” Nadine sighed, yet I could see the hope in her eyes as I slowly nodded before sliding down onto the floor. “I’m going to take a nap because it’s been years since I ran that quickly with that much weight.”

To be continued...

Well, here’s chapter one! It’s shorter than I anticipated, but I feel like as long as you guys enjoy it, I’ll still work on it. And like I said if this series flops than I’ll make reader insert scenes from this :)

So, hope you enjoy and know that I still will take requests and tags are still open 😁💖

#Sam Drake x reader #Sam x reader #Uncharted series #Uncharted #Nadine Ross #Rafe Adler mentioned #flower boy #aviator #chapter 1 #hope you enjoy #:)

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years

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Someone to Watch Over Me: 11/26

I meant for this chapter to be longer, but after three days in bed and feeling worse, I finally went to the doctor where they put me on codeine cough syrup among other things, and well, I wasn’t sure how long I would be upright at my computer . . . I wanted to get an update to all of you on this story if it killed me after so long of a wait. I just hope this narcotic influenced mess makes sense. And yes, that says 26 chapters up there. I’ve got this all outlined finally, so I hope you’re all in it for the long haul!

Summary: Emma Swan is ten when she first sees the pair of bright blue eyes watching her from the cracked door of the wardrobe. She thinks it was just an imaginary friend, until she sees those eyes again at 16 and 23.

Nominated for Best Canon Compliant / Canon Divergent MC WIP in the OUAT Fandom Awards.

Rating: T

Trigger warning: attempted rape and violence in chapter two (but not graphic)

Words: 1,500 and some change (in this chapter)

You can read it from the beginning on Ao3

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The first time Killian Jones kissed Emma Swan at the age of ten, he had felt as if his heart might explode and his face might permanently be tinted red. It was such a brief brush of his lips against her cheek, but that cheek had been the softest thing he’d ever felt in his life. Granted, his was a life filled with very little that was soft or warm or tender, but Emma Swan’s skin against his lips was special all the same. He’d lain wide awake the rest of the night, replaying it in his mind, his face still flushed at the thought of it.

Time the next day had seemed to crawl as he counted the minutes, the seconds, until he could see her again. His heart had crashed when he found her room empty, her bed cold. He should have known as soon as he saw the little stuffed rabbit. It was a kind gift, and it was soft, and it smelled of her. When his captain had tossed the silly plaything, as he called it, far out into the waves, Killian had watched the little ball of white fluff with the bright pink ribbon float away from him until it was a tiny speck on the horizon. With it, he felt hope shrink as well. His would forever be a life of sharp edges and hard callouses. Liam’s occasional embraces and slaps on the back meant the world to him, but they weren’t soft like the rabbit.

Or like Emma’s cheek. Her hair.

Killian the man turns his head upon the soft pillow in his bed at Granny’s to bury his nose in Emma’s hair. He pulls her close against him, his mind still partially lingering in sleep where he saw the boy he was look longingly at that silly bunny bobbing on the waves. He couldn’t know then how the wardrobe would take him back to Emma again, and the man he is can scarcely believe his good fortune. He runs his hand along her arm, coming to rest at her hip where he draws small circles with his fingertips. So soft. Emma hums and turns in his arms, nuzzling her nose into his collar bone as he inhales her scent.

“You’re brooding,” she mumbles against his skin.

“No, I’m thinking. There's a difference.”

She pulls back slightly to look up at him sleepily. “Mmm, really?”

“Aye,” he explains, brushing her nose with his, “brooding involves dark thought, and my thoughts this morning are bright.”

She runs her hands up his chest. “And what bright thoughts do you have this morning?”

He runs his fingers through her hair, breathing in her wonderful scent. “How soft you are. Your hair, your skin. When I was a boy, that’s one of the things that captivated me. How soft your cheeks were against my lips. How soft your hair.” He presses a lingering kiss to her right cheek, and she giggles.

“I don’t recall you touching my hair. Not when we were ten.”

“I could just tell it was soft,” he mumbles against her jaw.

He trails kisses lower, down the column of her neck, then to her collar bone. She moans in a deeply satisfying away, her fingers carding through his hair, but then the clock radio on the nightstand begins to beep and her moan turns to a frustrated one instead.

“Shit,” she mutters, throwing back the covers.

Killian sits up, thrown a little off-kilter by the sudden change. “You set the alarm?”

“Yeah,” Emma mutters as she sifts through the shopping bags she had never unpacked yesterday, “I’ve got to catch Henry before he heads to school.”

“Oh,” Killian nods, “is this about Bae – er, Neal?”

“For one,” Emma replies as she hooks the clasp of her bra. Killian tries to concentrate on her words as she shimmies into a pair of leggings, though the bounce of her breasts make thinking a little difficult. Those are soft too. “I also need to talk to him about the newspaper article. Knowing Regina, she’s made sure he’s seen it.”

Emma pulls a sweater over her head, but before she can head for the bathroom, he reaches out and pulls her back down to him. She yelps and smacks him in the chest.

“You can’t toss a six-month pregnant woman around like a barrel of rum, pirate!”

He chuckles as he presses a quick kiss to her lips. “Sorry, love, you just are so damn beautiful this morning.” He then brushes her hair out of her face and then cups her cheek with his hand. “And don’t worry about Henry. He has a big heart. Even if he is upset or hurt, I have a feeling it won’t change how much he loves you.”

Emma smiles, grasps his face in her hands, and presses her forehead to his. “Have I told you that you’re the best husband in the world?”

He looks smug as he replies, “Only about a thousand times.”

“Then make it a thousand and one.”

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Emma stands nervously about a block from Granny’s, yesterday’s paper clutched in her hands. She had tried sitting on the bench to wait, but the morning cold seeped through her leggings, and her nerves are fidgety, so she’s ended up pacing up and down the sidewalk instead. When she sees Henry heading her way, her heart rises up to her throat.

“Hey kid,” she tells nervously.

“Hey, Emma.”

She gestures to the bench nearby. “Can we talk?”

He glances over her shoulder. “I can't miss my bus.”

“I’ll be quick, I swear.”

He shrugs his shoulder, removes his backpack, and plops down beside her. He doesn’t seem upset, so that’s a good sign. He surprises her by speaking first.

“If this is about the story in the paper, it’s okay.”

Emma blinks. “It is?”

“Yeah, I mean, now I understand even more why you gave me up. You couldn’t take care of me in jail.”

She smiles in relief and grasps his hand. “That’s it exactly, Henry. If I had kept you, they would have put you in foster care until my sentence was up, but you could be adopted right away. And even when I got out, there was no guarantee a judge would see me as a fit mother. Young, no job, do . . . do you understand?”

He nods. “I do, really.”

She glances down at the paper in her hands. “But, that’s not all, Henry. I mean, I never wanted you to be ashamed of me, or disappointed. I know you thought I was a hero, but I’ve made mistakes, and -”

“A lot of heroes have a tragic backstory. Han Solo, Ant-Man, The Green Arrow . . . some even did bad things.”

Emma smiles. “You into comic books?”

Henry grins. “Yeah, my mom – I mean, my other mom, she isn’t too crazy about them, but she buys them for me anyways.”

Emma frowns. “How are things at her house, Henry? Are you sure you’re still okay living there?”

Henry deflates a little and stares into his lap. “I know it was her who put that stuff about you and Hook in the paper. And she’s always telling me you won’t love me like she does. That’s hard, but . . . I know she loves me. As much as she can.”

Emma puts her arm around him, then almost weeps as he turns in her arms to hug her tight. She means to say something comforting, but the words won’t come. Instead, Henry mutters something against her shoulder.

“Grandpa told me that Hook killed those men to save you.”

Emma pulls back, her eyes wide with surprise. “He did?”

Henry nods. “I was real upset when I saw the paper. I ran off to the loft.” He shrugs. “I didn’t really know where to go.”

“Hey,” Emma assures him, “they’re your grandparents. You can go to them any time you want.”

“That’s what they said. Grandma gave me some cocoa.”

“Good. So if things at Regina’s ever make you feel uncomfortable or scared, you can go to them or come to me. Okay?”

He nods. “Okay. But if I stay with her, it will keep everyone safe.”

Emma bites her lip. She doesn’t want to put Henry in the middle. Regina may be the enemy of her and her parents, but she’s also the only mother Henry’s ever known. She’s the one he’s gone to when he was afraid or sick or upset ever since he was a baby. She doesn’t want him to feel guilty for that or feel he has to choose sides.

“That’s very brave of you, Henry,” she finally says hesitantly, “but we’re the adults. You’re the kid. It’s our job to take care of you, not the other way around. Okay?”

He smiles and nods, “Okay.” He reaches for his bookbag then, and Emma knows she needs to get to the other topic. The harder one.

“Um, Henry, there’s one more thing -”

“Is this him?”

Emma startles at the sound of the familiar voice behind her. She turns and rises from the bench, her eyes wide to see Neal standing there.

#cs ff #cs canon divergence #soul mates #childhood friends #alternate season 1/2 #magical wardrobes #time travel sort of #someone to watch over me

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emmanotcarstairs · 6 years

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Fireside: A Charlotte and Henry Piece.

Approximately 1,500 words of Charlotte and Henry Branwell, (because underrated power couple)

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A loveless marriage she could have endured.

A marriage of duty. A marriage of sacrifice.

Charlotte Branwell could have survived all of them. But not this. Not being married to the only man she had ever wanted, to pine for him and to have him merely care for her.

It was times like this that hurt her. Like this morning when she had talked about meeting with Woolsey Scott, she had been begging Henry to just look at her, to offer to go with her. To take her hand face the challenge by her side.

But it never happened, he never looked up never offered to come with her and she hadn’t asked him too. She would go by herself, just as she was now by herself in the room she shared with her husband. Henry was probably still down in his laboratory, and he probably wasn't even coming to bed.

Charlotte let a tear fall, before quickly wiping it away.

Surely he must love her a little? If he didn't, would his hands be so gentle, his touch so caring on the rare nights she spent in his arms? And surely she hadn't imagined that she had heard him whisper her name one night and awaken to him pulling her closer in the dark hours just before dawn. It was times like those that she would wake up and hope, maybe things would be different the next day. Maybe he would kiss her goodbye or spend the evening with her in the library, but the morning would come and he would already be up, working in the crypt, the pillow beside her cold. She would barely even see him and Henry wouldn't come out of his laboratory even for mealtimes.

She had kissed him once. It had been after a mission where he had very nearly been killed and she had been so dizzy with relief to see him walking back to the Institute, leaning against Will that she had rushed forward and kissed him without thinking, and for one heady moment he had kissed her back before stumbling away like he had been burned.

She stopped trying to touch him then. She didn't have a desire to make advances that were unwanted. So she savoured the little things, like when he helped her down from the carriage and for one moment his hands were around her waist and she could meet his eyes, or the quick peck he gave her on the lips before rushing away.

Charlotte pulled her robe around her tightly, she hadn’t bothered to have Sophie come and light a fire, what was the point, she would soon be fast asleep anyway. Before she was married she had dreamed of nights by the fireside with Henry, his hair matching the color of the flames, long talks where he would explain all the brilliant thoughts he always had tumbling around in his mind, and long sweet kisses.

She sighed and moved to crawl under the covers. She was just turning out the light when the door opened. Henry came in looking rather preoccupied, goggles still on his head and a stack of blueprints and notes in his arms. She sat up, the noise caught his attention.

“Charlotte,” He looked up, eyes worried. “I didn’t wake you did I? I thought you would already be asleep.”

Why would I be asleep, I was waiting for you.

The thoughts threatened to spill over onto her lips, but she merely shook her head.

“I was just turning out the light.”

“Oh.” he said, setting the papers down on the end table.

“Do you want me to leave it on?” She asked.

“Hm?” He looked up from the notebook he had been scribbling in. “Leave what on darling?”

Charlotte sighed. “The light Henry.”

“Oh no, I’ll turn it out, I’ll be done in a moment.”

She lay back down and watched him as he continued writing in his notebook, then placed it on the table, his goggles next to it. He turned out the light, in the dark she could hear the rustlings of him preparing for bed. The mattress dipped as he slid under the covers beside her. So close yet it felt he was worlds away.

“Charlotte.” He said into the dark. “I know you’ve been very busy lately, and I know I haven’t been able to help you much-” He stopped like he didn’t know what to say next. “I’m sorry about today. I was so preoccupied with my new invention I didn’t think for a second you wanted me to go with you to see Woolsey Scott.”

“It’s alright dear.” Charlotte said.

“Lottie.”

Her eyes slid shut at the sound of the name only he used.

“I wish you would tell me these things more often. When you want me to go with you that is.” He continued to speak.

“There’s just been so much going on, I don’t feel I have time to think about anything other Mortmain and the Institute” and you. She thought, but didn’t dare speak the words aloud.

“I know.” He said.

He shifted beside her. Searching for her hand in the bedclothes, he gave it squeeze.

“I care a great deal what you want Charlotte, you know that right?”

“I know that.” She echoed him softly. Before she could think he turned and pressed a kiss on her cheek. She could feel prickle of his beard and the warmth of his breath against her skin and for a second her eyes slid shut. But just as suddenly as the kiss had come, he was pulling away, rolling over to the side of the bed far away from her. Charlotte turned and hugged her pillow, willing herself to go to sleep. She had thought that just being by his side for the rest of her life would enough, but this, laying beside him, hearing his breath yet not being to reach out and whisper every word that was in her heart was infinitely more painful than she had imagined.

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“You are beautiful. And I didn’t ask you’re father if I could marry you out of duty; I did it because I loved you. I have always loved you. I am your husband.”

The words twirled around her head. Her cheeks growing warm thinking about the way he had kissed her that day. And now after the meeting with Benedict Lightwood, and all that had transpired she was finally able to stop and think. She lowered herself onto the small sofa by fireside, glad she had the warmth in her room on the chilly London night.

Henry really cared for her. Not just cared for her, he loved her. Just as she loved him. She moved a hand to her abdomen, suddenly feeling less anxious about the news she would soon share with him.

“Darling.”

She looked up to see Henry opening the door, this time arms empty of papers.

“May I sit with you awhile?”

She smiled. “Please.”

He sat beside her.

“The meeting with Benedict Lightwood went well I presume?” He asked.

She nodded. “As well as you would expect. I’m glad Gideon came here, I only wish Gabriel would follow.”

“You don’t know when someone’s heart may change.” he said simply.

“I know, but I hate to see Gideon hurting so, and Gabriel hurts too, I could see it in his eyes. I wish I could do more to help.”

“We’re stopping Mortmain I think you’re doing a great deal of helping.”

She looked at him, in his wide sweet eyes. “I want to do more Henry.”

“I know you do.” He took her hand and gently pressed his lips against the back of it. “Charlotte, my sweet compassion Charlotte.” he murmured.

Suddenly she wasn’t thinking of anything save her husband beside her. He moved closer till there was no space between them.

“Out of the many things I have had the opportunity to observe in this world, you Charlotte Branwell, are the finest.”

She didn’t breathe let alone speak as he kissed her cheek, her jawline and finally her lips. She returned the kiss with all the love she had saved up in her heart, her fingers weaving their way through his hair.

He pulled away.

“Five years Lottie,” He breathed, face buried in the crook of her neck “How did we go five years without knowing how much we both loved each other?”

Charlotte stroked his hair, letting her hand rest on his shoulder. “I don’t need to try and make sense of it all, this right now is all I ever wanted.”

And there by the fire with Henry exchanging long sweet kisses, Charlotte knew she spoke the truth.

#the infernal devices #infernal devices #charlotte branwell #henry branwell #tid #chenry #cassandra clare #charlotte x henry #the mortal instruments #mortal instruments #tmi #shadowhunter chronicles

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illusionsofdreaming · 6 years

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Hey, I absolutely love your writing ! Tell me, who are your favourite Awakening and Fates husband's ? Also, here's a simple idea if you have some time to spare : I was wondering if you could write about how happy and yet worried Laslow would get when MU gets pregnant.

Notes: oho, husbandos you ask? ;3c for awakening my first (and I’m sure he’s a lot of people’s first) husband was Chrom. The dorky blueberry will always have a special place in my heart

Anyways, this is such a sweet prompt?? Hope I did it justice!

Ft: Laslow

He slipped into the room as quietly as possible, careful not to slam the door, knowing that although the night’s still young you would’ve succumbed to the call of sleep by now.

His shoulder guard and padded vest was taken off quietly and set aside before he approached the bed you shared, seating himself by the edge as he dared to carefully take one of your hands into his own.

His eyes drank in the sight before him, diligently memorizing the scene into his memories. You sleeping on your side, peaceful expression on your face, fingers twitching with your dreams and if he looked closer, he could almost see the little bump of your stomach covered by the blankets.

He was going to be a father.

His chest swelled at the thought, feeling emotions rising up his throat - as they often do so easily nowadays - and his eyes blinked rapidly as they warmed with tears. It was at times like these, that his ache for his mother’s presence and sweet guidance was so keen it hurt like a physical blow.

He was going to be a father. He’s going to have a family.

He thumbed over the back of your hand gently, caressing the touch of smooth skin reverently. You’re carrying a child within you - his child. Oh dragons… He couldn’t believe his ears when it had been revealed you were with child. He had been so happy and grateful he’d bursted into joyful tears and couldn’t stop blubbering even hours after the reveal.

And yet, there remains a slither of trepidation and unease in his breast.

A father.

Immediately he had searched through his memories for reference of the father figure in his childhood and it scared him to realise that the memories of his own parents which he’d treasured so much, have blurred with the passing of time. Laslow knew nothing about being a parent and that terrified him more than he’d like to admit.

He glanced down at his free hand, reading the pain and mistakes of his past through the thick calluses on his fingers. Are these blood-soaked hands capable of nurturing another? Can he guide and protect a little one with these hands which only knew of pain and suffering?

“It’s going to be alright.”

He glanced up in surprise to find your eyes on him, a sleepy smile on your face. He swallowed the heavy lump in his throat as he returned a weak smile, gently crawling over as you patted the space beside you, his hand still holding yours. Carefully looping his arm around you, he drew you to him so that you rested against his chest.

“You think so?” he breathed softly, hiding his vulnerability and expression as he nuzzled the top of your head.

“I know so.” You returned confidently and he squeezed your hand gently.

He loved you so, so much. Yet he can’t help but think of the future, of what would come with the end of the war and the promise of peace. He, who still have a duty to complete, for those who are still relying on him, he must leave… But can he leave you two behind- No. He’d experienced the tragedy of losing his family, he would never dare to inflict such pain and agony on you or his child. But it would mean separating you from your current family- how would that be any different?

“Laslow,” Your voice was soft as you turned to hold his gaze. “We’ll figure it out together.”

He couldn’t help but let out a little hysterical laugh, full of amazement and awe. You had always been so clever, so attuned to his feelings and thoughts. You who had always understood the things he couldn’t say out loud. That’s right wasn’t it? Whether or not it’s parenthood or the future, he no longer have to carry the burden all by himself. He’s not alone anymore. He’s never been alone.

“Together.” He whispered back, an acknowledgement, a prayer and a promise and smiled when you leaned forward to seal your lips to his.

#fire emblem #fire emblem fates #laslow #imagine #imagines #fluffy #comfort #pregancy #angst #is it angst?#fire emblem if #fe14 #laslow's got too many feels #inigo

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sassyandclassy94 · 5 years

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“When in Corona...” (A SwanFire fanfic crossed over with ‘Tangled’!)

This is a story that again started out as a text message to my sister last summer. We were just having some fun with it and then thought, “Hey! We actually might have something here!” So I decided to write it down so hopefully y’all enjoy it! And yes, this one also takes place in the Enchanted Forest (I don’t want any lip! Its my favorite realm!!)

“The Invitation” (Chapter 1)

Prince Charming, now known as King David, was sitting at the table pouring over some maps as his 24-year-old daughter Emma, the crown princess, approached him. She cleared her throat. “Excuse me? Daddy?”

Charming turned his head toward Emma. “Yeah Emma?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he answered slowly as his attention turned back to the maps he had been studying.

Emma rolled her eyes. “May I have your FULL attention, please?” she tried her best to hide her sudden irritance.

“Yeah, sure. I’m sorry,” he turned back toward her and gave her his full attention. “Okay. Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no! Nothing like that. I just wanted to ask you something.” she answered.

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“Well … I heard that Princess Rapunzel is going to hold a frying pan demonstration in her parents’ kingdom of Corona next month…” she paused.

“Yes…? Charming crossed his arms.

“I was actually invited … I would really like to go, I was planning on taking Ava and I was wondering, well, hoping actually, that you could take us and come along?” she knew her father didn’t really enjoy going to Corona, but she was hoping he’d reconsider and accompany his daughters on their trip. It could be like a little vacation. Sort of.

Charming was quiet for a moment. “Baelfire isn’t going?” he asked.

“That’s the thing… I thought maybe he could stay here with Henry and the girls while I sort of have a little vacation with my sister. I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t really spent much time with her. And I know you don’t really like us travelling alone so that’s why I’m asking you to come along as well. Plus it’d be fun if it were just you, me, and Ava - kinda like old times. I already talked it over with Bae; he’s fine with me going…”

Charming looked at his daughter. He could tell by her face that she really wanted to go and he was rather touched that she had asked him to go with her, but he couldn’t take them. He took a deep breath before replying. “I can’t, Emma.”

Emma looked down at the floor and tried to conceal her disappointment. She held back a disappointed sigh. “Okay.” she turned to walk away until Charming stopped her. She turned to face her father.

“I really can’t, Emma. I have duties to attend to then, I’ll be gone. Otherwise, of course I’d go with you and Ava.” he said as he stood up from his chair.

“You sure you’re not just saying that because you hate Corona?” she asked.

“Of course not! I’d love to go on a trip with my two daughters. I’d much rather do that than what I have to do. But I can’t. This needs to be done. And I NEVER said that I hated Corona. It’s just … not my first choice to visit.”

“Does that mean we can’t go?” Emma asked. “Because … I kinda really wanted to. I mean, I know the sword is and of course always will be my number one weapon of choice, but it can’t hurt to learn frying pan skills, right?” she added with a giggle. As she said all that out loud, it did sound kind of silly.

Charming chuckled at what she had just said. “I didn’t say you couldn’t go,” he said. “I think it will be good for you two to go. But I’m going to suggest something first…”

“Yeah… and what’s that?” she asked.

“That Baelfire goes with you?” he answered.

“Well, I mean, he can… but what about Henry and the girls? And what if you need him with you on your trip?” She held back a smile. It would be rather nice to have him with her on this trip.

“No. I’ll take Finn with me instead. Baelfire can go with you. Besides, I feel he’ll take better care of you two than any of my other trusted guards. And your mother will take care of your children, don’t worry.”

“But isn’t she going with you?” Emma didn’t want to inconvenience her parents in any way. They did have a kingdom to run after all.

“Sadly, no. Not this time anyway, so she’ll be thrilled to watch our grandchildren.” he answered.

This was all working out perfectly! Sure, she was going to Corona with her sister, and had originally wanted Charming to accompany them, but he couldn’t go and Baelfire could, making this her first ever trip to another kingdom with her husband. She was excited. “Are you sure about all this?” she asked excitedly. “We’ll be gone six weeks… possibly longer, depending on potential weather conditions…”

“Sure I’m sure. It’ll be fine,” he reassured her with a smile. “Well, I’ll have to talk to your mother about it first but I think she’ll be okay with everything. So yes. You and Ava may go to Corona.”

Emma jumped up and hugged Charming. “Thank you!!” she said happily.

Charming smiled and hugged her back. “Just be careful though, okay? And you still need an escort of guards! And Baelfire will be part of the escort party - that means he’ll be on duty.”

“For what?” They turned around to see Ava standing in the doorway. Emma excitedly ran to her 17-year-old sister. “We get to go to Corona for Princess Rapunzel’s frying pan demonstration and then we get to stay at their castle!”

“As in you and me?” Ava pointed to Emma and herself as she asked.

“Yeah!! Well, and Bae too, but yes! You and me! It’ll be like a little vacation!” she answered excitedly.

“Baelfire’s going too?” she asked. Emma was sure she heard some annoyance in her tone. For some reason, her sister never really liked Baelfire. She didn’t know why and it annoyed her greatly.

“Yes.”

“Yay,” Ava replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh but Ava! It’ll be fun!”

“Not if Baelfire’s going,” she argued.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Well, because he is part of the escort, he’ll be OUTSIDE the carriage, whereas you and I will be INSIDE the carriage. Okay? The actual travelling part will be just you and me.”

Ava just looked at her.

“Oh, c’mon Ava! It’s gonna be so much fun! It’ll be like old times! Don’t you want to go? Please?”

Ava thought for a moment before she answered. This trip did sound like fun, and it wasn’t every day that Emma asked her to accompany her on a journey. Ever since Emma had met Baelfire, had gotten married and had children, she really didn’t spend time with her much anymore. She supposed it could be fun and the more she thought of it, the more it sounded like fun. She looked at Emma and noticed she was staring at her and eagerly awaiting an answer. “Alright,” she finally answered. “I’ll go with you.”

Emma smiled wide and almost giggled in delight. This was going to be so much fun!

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Later that night Baelfire and Emma went through their usual nightly routine of reading to and tucking in their young children for bed. Afterwards they themselves readied for bed; Emma being the last to crawl into bed. After blowing out her lantern, she got under the covers and snuggled into her husband. “Remember when I said that Princess Rapunzel invited me to her kingdom, and I said I was going to ask Daddy if he could go with me?” she asked as she traced little circles on his chest.

“Yes,” Baelfire answered sleepily.

“Well… the thing is, he said no, he can’t go.”

“He did? Well what are you going to do? You can’t go alone!” There was concern in his voice and he suddenly didn’t sound sleepy anymore.

“Relax!” Emma exclaimed quietly. “You didn’t let me finish! He said he can’t go because he has royal duties to attend to then but he said that YOU get to go instead!” Excitement filled her tone as she finished her sentence.

“He did? But won’t he need me then? I mean, usually he brings me along on his journeys.”

“I said that to him! He said he’ll take Finn instead so you can go. You can talk to Daddy yourself if you don’t believe me -”

“I believe you.” Baelfire interrupted her. Of course he believed her, but he would still talk to Charming in the morning and hear the plan from him.

“Yeah well I hope so,” she teased then switched to a serious expression. “You can go though, right? I mean, I know you’ll be on duty most of the time but you’ll have down time, and it will be so much fun.” She snuggled in even closer and draped her leg across his waist. “My own personal guard…” she added in a seductive whisper.

Baelfire turned his head to kiss her lips. “If you keep that up I won’t be able to go…”

Emma kissed him back. “Oh? But guards are supposed to be able to work through all sorts of distractions - at least a DECENT guard is able to anyway…” she replied as she giggled at her own jab causing Bae to laugh a little as well. He didn’t necessarily find her recent joke that humorous, but he always thought that Emma’s giggle was absolutely adorable therefore he couldn’t help but laugh whenever she did. Her happiness made him happy. She kissed him again, this time her lips clung to his a little longer before she pulled away. “So that’s a yes then?” She asked hopefully.

“Yes, of course it’s a yes.” He answered with a sleepy smile. He barely finished his answer as Emma uttered a quiet squeal of delight. She eagerly took his face in her hands to press a grateful and sloppy kiss on his cheek. “I’m so excited!” she exclaimed as she finally broke loose. “Our first journey to another kingdom together as husband and wife!”

“And guard and princess,” he reminded her. “Remember, I’ll still be on duty.”

“Uh huh… but if the crown princess thinks that you need some time off, and she orders you to do so, you know you’ll have to listen, right…?”

“Well of course. I would never want to disappoint or disobey the crown princess of all people…” he lovingly stroked her blonde hair as he answered her.

Emma blissfully closed her eyes at his gentle touch. She loved the way he stroked her hair; it was one of her favorite sensations in the world. “Mm… no you don’t,” as the words left her mouth she sounded as if she were entering a trance. “Bad things might happen if you do…”

Bae sleepily smiled at her remark and Emma scooted closer so as to affectionately rub her nose against his. “I love you, so much Em…” he lazily kissed her lips.

“And I love you too,” as he kissed her she lazily dragged her fingers upward to rake her fingers through his hair. His hair, his gorgeous, soft, fluffy brown hair that she found impossible to keep her fingers out of, especially when she was kissing him. It was just long enough for her to barely tangle it around her fingers and that’s what she was doing while he kissed her. She sighed in bliss before he finally pulled away and rolled over to his back. “Good night, my handsome prince.” she said as she snuggled in and rested her head onto his shoulder. He didn’t reply to her and Emma noticed that his breathing started to become rhythmic - a sure sign that he had just dozed off. She inhaled deeply as she switched to her favorite position for sleep and closed her eyes. As she lay there waiting to fall asleep she kept thinking of their upcoming journey and the more she thought about it, the more excited about their trip she became.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope to update this as soon as I can! I’m writing this along with “Secrets...” so forgive me if this one takes a bit longer to be updated (I switch back and forth to either one whenever one is giving me trouble) Also, hush about the whole “workshop/demonstration” thing! I didn’t know what else to call it *insert nervous smile enoji*! Again, thank you for taking time out of your day to read this and as always, feedback is appreciated! Happy reading and writing!

#SwanFire #EmmaSwan #Princess Emma #Baelfire #Neal Cassidy #Enchanted Forest #OUAT #Once Upon a Time #Prince Charming #When in Corona A SwanFire Fanfic crossed over with Tangled

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