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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Sparring

Will Graham x reader, subtle Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: injuries, spoilers for hannibal

Author’s Note: I’m gonna admit I was glad you chose Will in the end because that would also be my choice and he’s my favorite by far so this was fun to write. But the parts where Hannibal were sad was something else so who knows, happy and sad all over. I hope you enjoy love!

Requested: by anon, I just found ur blog and you're amazing👌🏻I really need to read this scenario (or headcanon) in your writing style! I am so excited! Ok, ok. What if Will and Hannibal has a crush on same girl and try to win over her heart? What would they do to impess her and win her heart? And they find out she likes Will too. What would Willy react when she choosed him? Thanks if you decided to write this!

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff on wills part, angst on hannibals

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

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Hannibal and Will had been having a go at each other for you since they first met you. It was at the same time unfortunately so neither of you got quite an edge on the other. You were working with Jack closely on the Chesapeake Ripper case as a profiler to back up Will’s statements when people brought up his health to refute him.

So you worked close with Will in that regard and you also had to see a psychiatrist which just so happened to be Hannibal. You didn’t get to choose him, Jack did and he promised that Hannibal was going to be good for you.

You were friends with both men in separate ways and unbeknownst to you, there was quite a spar going on behind the scenes about you.

Will sat across from Hannibal. They were both sitting in chairs in his office during the session but there was an unspoken agreement in place that little would be done to benefit Will’s health here. Granted, ever since Will had gotten out of prison there was little discussion there anyway. They were going to discuss you.

“Have you seen her?” Will asked, his leg moving quickly in a nervous tick he didn’t know he had. Hannibal didn’t even pick it up because this new conversation was something he had to be on guard for.

“This morning. She brought me some of the cookies she had baked,” Hannibal said, watching Will’s reaction to that. It was surprisingly positive.

“Cookies we baked together last night. She invited me over after her session with you to talk.” Hannibal pretended it didn’t phase him and nodded slowly.

“What did she need to talk about?” Hannibal asked. Will shrugged. He had always been more physically responsive than Hannibal while they had conversations. Hannibal used to chalk it up to his constant nerves but now it seemed to be so nonchalant like he had you in the bag as though you were something to be caught.

“Her life. We’re friends, it’s what friends do.” Hannibal was reminded that you and him were in fact patient and doctor but he pushed the thought out of his head as he looked over at Will who was giving him a smug look.

“Is she alright?”

“Shouldn’t you know? As her psychiatrist?” Will asked. There was a knock on the door and Will suddenly lost all confidence that he had just had. They both knew it was you coming to pick up Will because you had dropped him off. They stood up and walked over there.

There was a quick conversation that meant nothing to you, Hannibal could tell. Then you and Will were gone and Hannibal was alone.

Will and Hannibal had been going about this in different ways. Hannibal knew he was charming and he had been hoping that that would pay off through your sessions and when you saw each other at work. But Will was taking a more humane connection approach. Interesting.

It wasn’t until you were hurt that everything changed. The constant back and forth in flirting had left you exhausted but that wasn’t the reason you were hurt. You had gotten into the way of Tobias Budge. Your wounds weren’t anywhere near fatal but it still made them think. They both knew what Tobias was capable of and if they hadn’t gotten there in time you would be on a slab rather than a hospital bed.

You had a few minor injuries that caused you to say in the hospital for a few days.

Hannibal walked into the hospital holding the flowers he had bought and a dish he had made that night. It was one of your favorites and he knew you would enjoy it.

At the same time, completely unplanned, was Will walking in with flowers and chocolate. They saw each other and walked together because they had no other choice.

“This is it, isn't it?” Will asked.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“She almost died. She must have made her choice in that moment, whoever she thought about before as Tobias raised his hand to kill her,” Will pointed out. Hannibal shrugged.

“You’ll have to ask her that.”

They came upon your room and Alana was in there already. You looked up from her and she stood like she was getting ready to leave.

Alana was actually the one who gave it away. The way her gaze shifted from Hannibal to Will and it softened when it hit Will like she knew something they didn’t.

“Boys,” she said, tipping her head at them. “I’ll see you soon Y/N.” You nodded a smile on your face and waved at her weakly as she left.

“Hey guys,” you said, your voice not as chipper as usual. They walked to the side of the bed and put down the gifts with the others. “I wanted to thank you both for being there when you were. If you weren’t you might be planning my funeral right now.” They both nodded.

“Of course,” Hannibal said, nodding.

“Anytime,” Will muttered. “How are you feeling?” he asked. You shrugged.

“As well as can be. Actually my body feels terrible but I feel at peace sorta. Near death can do that to a girl.” They laughed and you looked up at them.

“Hannibal is there a chance that I could speak to Will alone?” you asked.

And that was it. That was the end of watch Hannibal may or may not have wanted with you. Honestly he was amazed. He thought that eventually you would come around but now, looking at it with a new gaze he saw that you and Will were a different kind of couple. Ones that were meant to last he hoped.

“Yes of course. I hope you have a speedy recovery,” he said and his hand brushed your hand then he was out of sight.

Will hadn’t noticed yet but he was about to.

“What do you need?” he whispered, leaning down beside you. He got on his knees and you grabbed his hand which was completely unprompted and made his heart stop.

“I was thinking. When I was almost dead, like right before he almost killed me that I had so many regrets and you were one of them. That I was never able to tell you,” you took a deep breath as though you didn’t know how Will felt about you, “how much I love you,” you whispered.

A smile formed over Will’s face and he couldn’t help but let out a joyous laugh which was a good sign for you.

“Is that a good thing?” you asked him and he nodded quickly.

“That you love me? Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty good. Even after everything with jail and stuff?” You scoffed and shook your head.

“I pride myself in knowing that I always knew you were innocent.” You gave him a look. “Well how do you feel?”

“Amazing.” You gave him a look. “Oh!” He took a deep breath and smiled subtly. “I love you too,” he admitted. You grabbed, squeezed his hand and let out a laugh.

“That’s great to hear you have no idea.”

“You mean you didn’t know?” he questioned.

“No! I was so scared to tell you!”

Hannibal watched through the window as you laughed at each other and he knew that in some ways you had made the right decision for you in the moment. Even if he couldn’t help but think about what might have been if Tobias Budge had found a different woman and you wouldn’t have made a split second decision.

But he had to admit.

He had never seen you or Will for that matter, any happier.

#will graham x reader #will graham imagines #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter

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blushingbaka · 4 years

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love like summer rain;

✰ part six ✰ read part five here ✰ masterlist ✰

|| summary - bokuto was never your first pick as a co-counselor, but eight weeks is plenty of time to change your mind

pairing: bokuto x fem!reader genre: fluffy camp counselor au, slow burn, mutual pining length: 3.1k

✰ a/n: w o w... okay i had this part planned out, but it ended up being longer than i expected !! it’s definitely the longest in the series, but the next one is pretty short. i’m super excited to see your reactions though, so pls indulge me lolol, as always, i hope you enjoy it <3

⋆week six⋆

Something about camping outside always brought you a sense of ease. As you listened to the quiet crackling of the campfire, the chorus of chirping insects, and the jovial laughter of the campers you couldn’t help but smile. Letting the campers experience sleeping under the stars was always your favorite part of camp, even if a select few were reluctant to sleep outdoors. But those campers along with the ones who had complained about the task of gathering firewood were all smiles now, huddled around the fire, roasting marshmallows.

“Hands off the chocolate, Bokuto!” you looked just in time to see Yukie swatting at Bokuto’s hand. Her reaction was too slow, however, and he popped the piece of chocolate in his mouth with a smug grin. “Those are for the s’mores!” she reprimanded him, slapping him on the shoulder, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Tonight your smiles seemed to come easier, and you felt less tense surrounded by the comforting hum of nature.

When Bokuto joined the campers around the fire, you saw Yukie steal a piece of chocolate for herself out of the corner of your eye. “I thought those were for the s’mores” you parroted her words, nudging her side with your elbow playfully.

“Eh, we have plenty anyway. I just like giving Bo a hard time” she admitted, the left corner of her mouth quirking up slyly. “Besides it’s not like we can roast a marshmallow for ourselves right now” she pouted, obviously still discontent with the fact you two were manning the s’mores station. You shifted your focus back to the campers and found yourself easily entertained. A portion of the campers was intently focused on Akaashi as he gave them instructions on how to achieve a perfect, golden marshmallow; however, there were also the campers who followed Bokuto’s impatient approach, allowing their marshmallow to catch on fire, before squealing excitedly as they blew it out.

The campers were all too quick to bring you their marshmallows that you soon found yourself busy with helping them make their s’mores. You became distracted by Yukie bantering with a camper who wanted extra chocolate, so it shocked you to suddenly hear Bokuto yelling your name. You whipped your head in his direction concerned with his urgent tone, and you saw him walking hastily through the small crowd of campers.

“Make way! We have a marshmallow barely holding on!” He exclaimed loudly, and you finally saw that his eyes are focused on a marshmallow close to falling off the stick he was holding. “I need a graham cracker stat!” He yelled to you, causing you to scramble to grab one. You met him on the other side of the table, and you could see the marshmallow slipping further, but you reached it just in time, pressing the graham cracker to its bottom.

“See I told you we would save it” Bokuto turned excitedly to the camper you hadn’t even realized was trailing him. After making her s'more, she thanked Bokuto again, the stars still in her eyes.

“Aren’t you quite the hero” you poked his ribcage teasingly, your smile becoming even wider. He mirrored your grin, but suddenly he became nervous, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“I’d bring you a marshmallow since you’re stuck making s’mores, but I burn all mine” there’s a slight pout to his lips that your eyes seem drawn to. “Maybe I can talk Akaashi into roasting you one” he searched your face, waiting for your response, and you have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing at how adorable he is.

“Actually, I prefer the taste of burnt marshmallows” you whispered as if you’re telling him some grand secret, relishing in the gleam that entered his amber eyes.

“Say no more!” He exclaimed, slightly puffing out his chest. “I’ll roast you the darkest marshmallow you’ve ever had!” You want to tell him there is a limit to how charred a marshmallow should be, but all you can do is chuckle as he gives you a little salute, heading back to the campfire. As you continued prepping s’mores you couldn’t help but sneak glances of Bokuto by the fire. He was speaking excitedly to Akaashi, who looked very concerned as he placed the burnt marshmallow into the flames again. You had to muffle your laughter when he pulled it back out of the fire, eyes narrowed, as he scrutinized its surface. You’re worried he might stick it back into the fire, but thankfully he heads your way, a pleased smile on your face.

You will admit, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a marshmallow so burnt before, barely being able to find any white on its surface. Your eyes darted to Bokuto, who was watching you expectantly. You started by picking off the burnt exterior, plopping it swiftly into your mouth. A satisfied hum fell from your mouth as you enjoyed the charred sweet taste. You could feel a bit of stickiness on your lips, so you darted your tongue out to capture it, your face suddenly flooding with heat when you realized Bokuto’s eyes were tracking your movements.

“Thank you” you spluttered out, quickly taking the rest of the marshmallow. You mumbled something about getting back to work, and when he left your side, you breathed deeply trying both to steady your heartbeat and to ignore Yukie’s suggestive stare.

Eventually, you ran out of graham crackers, and since you had to set aside chocolate for chocolate chip pancakes in the morning, you told the kids they could only roast what’s left of the marshmallows. You happily take a couple of marshmallows for yourself and a stick, finding yourself an open spot on one of the logs placed close to the campfire. At some point Akaashi had pulled out his guitar, exciting the campers who had excitedly yelled out what songs they wanted him to play. You gently swayed your shoulders to the familiar tune, eyes focused on the dancing flames surrounding your marshmallow. You felt someone plop down beside you, and no surprise, you turned your face to meet the sight of Bokuto.

“This is nice” he sighed beside you, eyes trailing the smoke as it furled and vanished into the velvet sky littered with pinpoints of light.

“It is” you mumbled transfixed by the golden light flickering over his features, the flames of the fire also reflected in his amber irises. The sight was so captivating you forgot about your marshmallow until the camper to your left told you it was falling. You cursed under your breath, taking it out of the fire and bringing it closer to your lips, managing to blow out the small flame and keep it steady.

“Y/N” Bokuto whispered, causing you to bring your attention back to him. When your eyes met his, he had his mouth wide open, and you bit your lip fighting a grin.

“You want my marshmallow” you exclaimed in mock offense, holding your hand to your chest. "My perfectly burnt marshmallow"

“It’s only fair. I gave you mine” he said insistently, knocking your knees together purposefully. Come to think of it, you had only actually seen him eat one s’more, and you wondered if that’s all he had.

“Fine” you huffed, holding out the stick to him, but instead of using his hands, he moved his head forward, attempting to grab it directly with his teeth. “Seriously” you chuckled, your first instinct being to move it further away.

“Hold it still” he whined grabbing your hand that was holding the stick. Your eyes zeroed in on your hands, his touch somehow being hotter than the heat radiating off the fire. You felt your pulse quicken, and you wondered when little things like this would stop driving you insane.

“Easy lovebirds. There are kids around” your body went taut like a wire, hearing the familiar taunting voice of your childhood best friend. You whipped around, looking up to see Kuroo’s prominent smirk. It felt like you were caught in a scandalous moment, so you quickly stood up, stepping over the log.

“Kuroo, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?” You were eager to change the subject, but you knew there had to be some reason why he left his group. Just like yours, they were camping out tonight, but they were at some site further up the mountain.

“Ah, nothing to worry about. I just was hoping you had some spare batteries. We’re going to play flashlight tag, but some of the campers’ flashlights are dead” he sighed dramatically like the ordeal was very inconvenient for him.

“Yeah, I know I have some in my backpack,” you told him already walking towards your bag.

“Oh! Can we play flashlight tag?” You heard Bokuto ask excitedly from behind you. You hadn’t even realized he got up to follow you.

“No that’s really just for the older kids. People can get hurt pretty easily.” You explained, crouching down to rummage through your bag. “By the way, do you need any extra medical supplies?” You questioned, looking up at Kuroo. Now that you were further away from the fire it was harder to see, but the soft reaching light of its flames illuminated his face enough for you to make out his expressions.

“I think we’re good. I can just come back down if we’re running low for some reason. I know you like seeing my face anyways.” he added, but you swore his eyes were trained on Bokuto as he spoke. Deciding it was just a trick of the light, you just rolled your eyes at his weak attempt at teasing.

“Here, this should be plenty” you handed him the small plastic bag of batteries, after you had taken out some for your site. Your hands instinctively went to rub your upper arms, the faint breeze giving you chills now that you didn’t have the comforting heat of the fire.

“Are you cold?” Kuroo immediately picked up on your actions. “It’s supposed to get kind of chilly tonight so I hope you brought a sweatshirt.” You did have a sweatshirt, but unfortunately, you had already given it to a camper that had forgotten theirs. There was always extra blankets in your supplies, however, so it wasn’t something you were worried about.

“I’ll be fine” you sighed. His words isolated would seem caring, but there was a teasing lilt to his voice that you knew meant he had some other ulterior motive to his words.

“Well if you do get cold and can’t sleep, my sleeping bag is big enough for the both of us” he gave you a sly wink, and this time you were almost certain his eyes darted to Bokuto.

“Just get back to your campers. You wonder why I call you annoying” you grabbed his shoulders, gently coaxing him to turn around and start walking.

“I’m just being considerate” he chuckled deeply, but he kept on walking. You shook your head in mild exasperation, heading back to the campfire. You turned seeing Bokuto hadn’t moved, his eyes glancing between you and Kuroo.

“Coming Bokuto?” You questioned, and he shook his head as if your words brought him out of a trance. He gave you a small nod, smiling softly, but it didn’t quite seem to reach his eyes.

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Just as you expected, it was a couple of hours into the early morning before you got the campers settled in their sleeping bags. It was difficult for you to sleep, however, the spare blanket not being quite enough to keep you warm and your mind being increasingly aware of your dwindling time at camp. This was probably the last year you’d be able to spend your summer being a counselor, so you clung onto moments like tonight desperately trying to engrain the view of the vast night sky into your memories.

With the fire being put out a couple of hours ago, only the chorus of insects remained, but if you focused hard enough you could hear the distant sound of a stream. Giving up on sleeping, you grabbed your flashlight, deciding to take a small walk to clear your head. You wrapped the blanket over your shoulders, taking advantage of the little warmth it gave you. It wasn’t long until you came across the creek, a clearing allowing the moon’s light to glitter across it’s surface. You found a place on the bank to settle down, admiring the steady stream of water, and pulled your knees to your chest.

“Y/N!” You jumped, hearing Bokuto whisper yell your name, and you turned to see him slowly approaching you. The tension left your body as quickly as it came and you offered him a small smile as he sat beside you.

“You don’t have to whisper you know” you informed him, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“I don’t know. I feel like I might disturb all this peacefulness” he gestured broadly to the space around you, still keeping his voice at a hushed whisper. You chuckled, slightly adjusting yourself so your body was facing his.

“Were you looking for me?” You asked curiously, recalling the hints of worry in his features when you first saw him.

“Hmm not exactly” he mumbled, looking down at a stone he was turning in his hand. “I had gotten up to pee, and just as I was walking back onto the campsite I saw you walking into the opposite part of the woods.”

“And you followed me?” You rose one eyebrow in question. With the moonlight reflecting off his face, you could see a faint shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Well actually…” he chewed his bottom lip, reluctant to finish his sentence.

“Tell me” you urged him, laughing softly, tapping his leg gently with your foot.

“I might have been worried that you got cold and that you were going to take Kuroo up on his offer” he spit out the words so fast you almost didn’t register what he said. You stared at him, your mouth gaped open in shock. You didn’t know what notion was more ridiculous. The notion that Kuroo’s offer was genuine or the notion that you’d actually accept it. Your silence must have added to Bokuto’s embarrassment because he turned slightly away from you pouting.

“Even if I was as cold as ice, I wouldn’t get in a sleeping bag with Kuroo” you laughed breathily, managing to find your voice. This piqued Bokuto’s interest, and his golden eyes quickly glanced back to yours. “There is no sharing a sleeping space with that man” you continued huffily. “That hairstyle is not one of a peaceful sleeper, y’ know?”

Your gentle jabs at Kuroo seemed to lighten Bokuto’s mood, but he still seemed bothered by something. “Y/N, will you be honest with me about something?” He was looking into your eyes so deeply, you couldn’t do anything but nod, holding your breath as you waited for his question.

“Do you have feelings for Kuroo?” His expression looked so vulnerable that you decided to shake your head profusely instead of laughing in his face, which would be your typical reply to that question.

“We’ve always just been friends, and that’s how we want it” you couldn’t believe you were having this conversation with him. Was he really that oblivious to your feelings? You thought it was painfully obvious how flustered you got from even the smallest hints of his affection.

“That’s good” Bokuto nodded, but it seemed like he was talking more to himself. “Oh! You can have this if you’re still cold. I don’t need it.” You glanced at the sweatshirt he was holding out for you, noticing its presence for the first time. Your stomach flipped seeing it was the same sweatshirt he gave you last week, which you had begrudgingly washed and given back to him. You wondered if he could sense how ectastic you really were as you slipped the material over your form. When your head reappeared, you could see that Bokuto was smiling fondly at you.

“Here we should at least share this blanket” you felt a sudden rush of bravery as you scooted closer to him draping the blanket over both your shoulders.

“We’re not heading back?” He asked although you were glad to not hear any disappointment in his tone.

“Not yet. I just want to stay here a little longer.” Your body was brimming with so many emotions, but it felt like voicing them now would disturb the peacefulness Bokuto mentioned earlier. So like many times prior, you bottled them inside, choosing instead to focus on Bokuto’s presence. “Will you stay with me please?” You softly requested.

“Of course” he stammered, but when you let your head fall onto his shoulder you could tell his body was tense. You let your knee playfully knock against his, hoping it’d coax him into relaxing. It was effective because he heaved out a sigh, his shoulder relaxing under your cheek, and his head dropped to rest softly on yours. You two fell into a comfortable silence, and now more than ever you wished you could freeze this moment, refusing to let it fade away; however, now the steady stream of water seemed to mock you, reminding you that life would carry on and the seasons would change. Who would you be to Bokuto when autumn came? It was almost as if he could read your mind.

“Hey Y/N” he softly prodded. You hummed in response. “Promise me that when this summer is over, we’ll still hang out like this, okay?” You weren’t sure what ‘this’ really meant, but his words still caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your lips curved up in a familiar smile.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

“Okay but this is serious, so we have to seal it with a pinky promise” he demanded resolutely, slightly pulling away from you. He already had his pinky outstretched, and you bit your lip shyly linking yours with his. He had a surprisingly firm grip, and he lightly swayed your hands back and forth, letting the moment linger. You bravely looked up to his face, being met with the guileless boyish grin and twinkling eyes that made affection swirl wildly inside you. Unlike earlier tonight, he was now bathed in the silver light of the moon, rather than the golden light of the fire, but he still looked ethereal. At that moment you knew you wanted more than anything to stay by his side and see how he looked within each season. You wanted to feel summer rain all year long.

✰ continue reading… part seven ✰

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courtorderedcake · 4 years

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Majestically Too Far Beyond, CSSNS 2020

Emma Swan is a Witch who has made (And apparently makes) bad decisions. Helping a desperate Witch out of a weird situation doesn't seem like a bad decision, even against her, runes, a tarot reading and her friend's Snow druid intuition - until it is and the consequences are very real.

Killian is a Demon with a long history of persecution against him, and his denizens are not much better off. His Angelic brother is on a mission to rehab Demonic image to prevent violence on the streets of Hyperion Heights, as some sort of Holy mission deeply rooted in millenia of guilt. Witches and Warlocks use them for parts, Werewolves see them as a threat, Angels mostly still hold on to the ancient feud regardless of their treatise, Fae stay chaotic neutral, Vampires don't care for others affairs - it's a perilous world where hate crimes happen without consequence. After a disastrous meeting, he attempts to drown his frustration with a trip to the bottom of a bottle, but ends up falling in bed with a mysterious Witch in her tower home. Soon he's missing a hand, has only the vaguest idea of what happened from the mess of blood he's woken up to, and a mirror shows that some strange, different, Witch is pregnant with his child.

RATED M for Mature Themes. Written for @cssns 2020 Beta’d by The best team ever ( @jarienn972 @ultraluckycatnd @donteattheappleshook) and Art by @kmomof4

Read on Ao3 HERE. 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter 3 : The Beautiful Synchronicity of the Heavenly Trio

Belle's book store was in a quiet part of the city, just before downtown started. It was all dark colors and paneled wood, her fortune well spent on classical decor and furnishings. Vampire regulars read old favorites or exchanged valuable collections knowing that in Belle's care, nothing would ever harm them.

Belle herself seemed slightly perturbed when Emma, Snow, and David visited. It was raining, adding gloom to the shadowed storefront. Belle, who was usually dressed in the highest of couture with no hair out of place, looked frazzled to say the least. The rich velvet curtains were drawn at the windows, and Emma winced as she stepped onto the alcove just off the stairs. A sudden pain inched up her belly, discomfort making her hiss out a quiet curse. Looking down at her feet, she kicked salt aside, surprised at the cramping pain it had caused. It eased as suddenly as it came, Belle quickly replacing the salt with a disgruntled fierceness.

Belle ushered them indoors hastily, looking over their shoulder as they moved inside. "He didn't follow you, did he?" she hissed. Her fangs were still bright in the dim light.

Emma shook her head, confused. "I don't know what you're talking about; we're just here because I thought you might help me summon -"

Belle growled low in her throat, and Emma took a step back with wide eyes. David stepped in front of her protectively.

"She's looking for a particular Demon. A Killian, I believe the name was," David stated, and Belle's hostility melted away.

"I'm sorry, I just - it's complicated but I don't want to lose this round with him," Belle mumbled with a light laugh that had an edge to it. She began to move, picking up books and putting them in David's arms. "Not that you even know what I'm talking about, or who, so just forget about all that shall we? Yes? Alright -"

"Belle, are you alright -" Snow tried to ask, but Belle whirled to look at her and they all froze.

"I'm fine. Just dandy. I just - I hate losing, especially to that smug asshole," Belle gritted out. "And if it's not him, it's the other smug bastard, which seems to be my type."

"Um," David gulped, holding the stack. "I thought you liked type O."

Belle blinked, before breaking into a sincere grin and laughing. "I'm sorry. I am truly - I can't tell you how apologetic I am. When you live as long as I have, things just get… they get complicated. You make deals with people or play stupid games -"

"And win stupid prizes," Emma finished, looking at her feet.

"Yeah," Belle sighed. "Let's move this to the back; we can work from there."

Belle nodded to a door, David following them carefully with the stack of books, as they entered a study. Belle waved her hand, conjuring a flame in the fireplace.

"I never tire of being a Witch and Vampire. This little group of ours is everything I have ever wanted, or needed," Belle murmured, spreading out the books she took from David's arms. "I really don't want that to change, so if anyone asks you about me…" Belle paused and mumbled something, a bag of powder gently floating to the table. "Don't let them know that you know me. Es[ecially if they seem eager, or are a Demon. I'm not losing this time."

"Ohhhh Kay?" David said weakly, looking confused.

"I wouldn't do that," Emma shrugged, "But for real, are you alright?"

Snow looked in Belle's direction with the same concern Emma felt. Belle stiffened, then let out a long hiss of air.

"Let's just say that everyone has their Demons."

(Emma needed no superpower to hear the truth in her words, or how it applied to all of them)

They prepared in silence for the most part after that, questions here and there about where to place or pour what or the amount. The circle glowed a slight blue when it was completed, the wood gleaming in its light.

"Alright. Get ready," Belle whispered.

Emma, Snow, and David stepped back as Belle stepped forward with her book in hand.

Her voice rang out in foreign tongue, but not at the same time, a curved slur of words that felt like rain pouring on them inside. Emma could feel the ground pulse, feel the pull of something, more than expectation and more than any sort of connection she had felt before. Falling backwards, David caught her and held her up right, just as Belle's words reached crescendo.

The room went pitch black, and Emma felt something staring at her, felt it so acutely she could almost make it out in the dark.

( Tall, with raven hair, and she can see him reach forward as if he's trying to grab her hand, his mouth is saying something but she can only see how long his nails are, the flash of dark horn and blue tinted skin that shimmers - )

As if she had blinked, the lights were back and the circle had faded, its light gone.

Emma looked around, and then to Belle expectantly.

"What -" Emma squawked out, her mouth suddenly very dry.

"Did you give me the right name?" Belle asked, her brows furrowed.

"Yes, I'm sure it was Killian or Florian, or maybe Caspian -"

"So, you don't actually know then," Belle sighed, her look of annoyance half amused. "Because this should have worked. There's no way to just dismiss a summons. I mean, there is, but it's not something pleasant or that is common. So, we can keep trying with Caspian or Florian, but -"

"No. No," Emma rubbed her stomach, looking at just how much she had grown. "If he - if it doesn't want the baby, then this is enough."

Belle nodded. "Alright. If you're sure?"

"I am. I can't - I can't keep doing this."

David pulled her into a hug, Snow and Belle following behind.

Belle let them out, carefully pouring more salt along the entrance of the door as they left. They took a taxi home, Emma dropped off first at her porch as the taxi bumped down the gravel towards the farm.

Once inside, Emma took off her shoes and immediately went to the special door she had placed in the hall on the upper level, closing it firmly behind her. Her door.

(I am enough. I have always had to be enough. This time isn't any different.)

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The station provided a safe haven for Emma on days she worked, the work menial and repetitive. Her coworkers were nice, Ruby worked nearby and joined her and Elsa for a weekly lunch, and Emma found enough time to put her feet up if she needed to. The baby made her feel sluggish, exhausted even. Her once daily cup of coffee had switched to a decaf with a splash of regular, and she could feel it.

It was odd to think that Liam worked in the massive complex, but Emma was thankful for small favors as they came. He either wasn't aware of where she worked, or Graham was keeping him on a short leash as to not alert her coworkers. She could see how the news of the new secretary not only being associated with Demons, but pregnant by one, could put a damper on their current kind behavior. Liam could continue flooding her mailbox with demands to register herself and child on some bizarre list, or his belligerence regarding his insistence she give the child up if she didn't terminate - as long as he stayed the fuck away from them in person.

When the crackling page system had come through her intercom, Emma had almost jumped a foot in the air in surprise.

"Miss Swan, to examining room F. Miss Swan, you have pick up in examining room F."

This was rare, but occasionally she had to walk to pick up files somewhere in the building. Usually it was meeting rooms or HR, but Emma knew where the questioning and examining rooms were - all the way toward the back of the building.

The hallway was bright, the lights buzzing loudly overhead. Emma's stomach lurched slightly, the feeling of being watched following her to a bathroom where she lost the contents of her stomach. After touching up, the pit in her stomach remained despite its emptiness. Chalking it down to the unease of being watched by something, Emma hurried to pick up her files. Opening the door labeled 'F' and rushing in to examine the table where the files sat, she jumped at the sound of the door closing behind her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to do these files another time, Miss Swan." Liam's wings were flexed, blocking the door completely and corralling her toward the table. She stumbled back to sit on the metal chair there, Liam pulling another over to sit across from her, his eyes all cold fire. "I have some questions for you I'd like answered."

"You can't do this to me, I'm working-"

"I can, unless you want this to become an arrest." Liam shrugged, crossing his leg. "Do you like jewelry, Miss Swan? My girlfriend, she loves necklaces, but not bracelets. Do you have the desire to make me wait, so you can show up back here in some, let's say, silver cuffs?"

"I don't know what your problem is with me, Detective, but I am the victim here. I am the one who was pretty much raped, I'm the one dealing with this pregnancy, I'm the one getting yelled at by pre-fall, toga wearing women through someone's dead mom to get a name -"

"Were you successful? If the father is pre-fall, we're dealing with a very powerful Witch and an ancient Celestial. There are numbered few left, especially amongst High Demons - it narrows the list to handfuls. It's all the more proof that you are lying." He stood, turning to examine something on the evidence board.

"No. Yes. I don't know. It was a mess, a woman named Milah answered Cora -"

Liam's head snapped around, his bloodshot eyes bulging as he stalked back toward the table.

"Milah? Did you say Milah?"

"Yes, and Cora gave me random information, worse than usual, but -"

"Sod whoever Cora is - What did Milah say? Tell me!"

"I am, um -" Emma bit her lip, trying to remember. "She said something about a tower and a mirror, but she was more upset about the father. He had been her lover before she died -"

"Bloody hell, what - did she say a name? I need a -"

"Yes. Um, it was unique. I remember that I thought it sounded strong, but beautiful. Florian? No, it started with a hard C, Caspian maybe. Colin?"

"Killian," Liam breathed out, as if all the air had left his body.

Emma snapped her fingers, looking at him with surprise. "That's it, Killian. Do you know him? Is it possible that he could be the father? I really did try summoning him, and there are witnesses that will confirm it failed if you need their testimony… "

Liam didn't answer, his jaw setting as his fists balled. His wings ruffled, spreading wide and his gaze narrowed to stare angrily at her, face transforming into one of pure rage as he threw the table aside, the floor pulling up with it where it had been bolted down. Emma shrieked, shielding herself as Liam moved closer, the heat in the room rising rapidly.

"You are under arrest, Emma Swan. Know this: if you have harmed my brother, nothing in Heaven or Hell will stop me from tearing you limb from bloody limb."

There was a blinding flash and the sound of a thunderclap that felt like it rattled the earth itself. When Emma's eyes adjusted, she found herself in a windowless concrete cell that was all too familiar. Her whimpers echoed on the walls as she curled up on the uncomfortable plastic cot, gently rubbing her bump, glad only that this time she wasn't alone.

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Emma woke to a door appearing, muffled yelling on the other side of it causing her to cower in alarm on the thin bunk of her cell. When it flung open to reveal Elsa, Graham, and Liam, Emma breathed out a sob of relief as her friend wrapped her in her arms.

"Shhh, it's okay Emma, it's alright," Elsa whispered, holding tight. She shifted her head slightly, and her voice fell into a low growl. "How dare you. I swear Liam, you are lucky I don't make an inquiry to take your job. I - I can't -"

"Elsa, she knows where Killian is. If she hurt him, if either of you hurt him I'll…" Liam trailed off, and Elsa let out a disgusted scoff.

"Emma would never," Graham interjected, his own voice cold with rage. "You are way out of line here, Jones. I've let you work this even with your personal connection, and that's on me, but for you to imprison an innocent, pregnant Witch without any proof?" He ran his hand through his hair shakily, Elsa nodding along with his points.

"Come on, Emma. It's alright, let's get you home," Elsa murmured, helping her to her feet. Liam made a noise of protest, but Elsa glared at him with such vehemence that it was quickly swallowed. "Graham, take Emma. I'll be along shortly; I just need to tie up some loose ends here."

Graham pulled Emma into his arms, hugging her to him with a firm nod, helping her through the door. They appeared back in her apartment, Emma breaking into tears the moment she felt the cool, non-sterile air hit her face. Her magic roared back to life outside of the cell's confines, the baby immediately pulling it in to itself greedily as Emma fell back onto her couch.

"Shit, Emma, you don't look so good," Graham said, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.

"I think I need to eat something," she rasped, pointing to the cupboard. Graham pulled out a lone box of Pop Tarts, wrinkling his nose.

"You should actually eat something. Not just -" he tried, but she held up a hand without a word as he opened her cupboards. The deep feeling of unease washed over her, the Ghost back again to stare.

"Uggggh," Emma groaned. "Please, get out and go away, I can't deal with you too!" Graham looked at her quizzically, looking around while he brought them over.

Savoring the fruit filling and frosting of the snack, Emma almost missed Elsa's return from the holding cell. Elsa was always just as guarded as Emma was, a fortress with thick walls that were built from sheer disappointment. It surprised her to see her icy friend smudging her eye makeup in quick swipes, before regaining composure.

"Elsa?" Emma whispered, watching her friend jolt and rush to her side. "Are you alright?"

At Elsa's approach, the laser focused ghost burning a hole through her disappeared.

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me, are you okay?" Her dark blue eyes were glassy, lips pressed thinly together. "Liam had no right to do that, Emma. I'm so sorry for ever thinking he was a good or just soul. I never meant to put you at risk."

"I'm just happy to be out of there. I think… I think he thinks that I hurt his, um, brother?"

"Yes." Elsa hesitated. "His brother is missing. He's been missing for a few weeks now."

"That's awful. I just don't understand why that involves me, unless….?"

"Liam believes that his brother is in danger, and was taken against his will. With you suddenly pregnant in these bizarre circumstances, he sees you as a common enemy."

"I didn't do anything! The ghost probably has something to do with it or -" Emma protested, before Graham interrupted.

"Ghost?" He asked, confused. "Emma, there's no Ghost here, I would have felt it or seen it. You're definitely not being haunted." He chuckled quietly as if the notion was ridiculous, stopping to cough when the two women glared at him.

"Something wrote on my mirror, and keeps watching me, okay? I can feel it watching, it gives me goosebumps!" Emma hissed.

Elsa's brow knitted in concern. "Emma, you've been under so much stress lately, just - more than anyone deserves. It's alright to not be okay. Everyone knows we Witches got the scraps of the gift barrel with just magic. If Graham didn't see or smell any ecto-"

"I swear, I'm not imagining things!" Emma gritted out, anger rushing back.

"No one said you were, OK?" Elsa soothed. "Just, get some rest…?"

"Fine, just go." Emma mumbled, sitting down into a slump with her head in her hands.

"Emma, please," Elsa sat next to her, trying to settle her shaking hands. "I'm not trying to make this into an argument, I'm simply worried about you, your baby, is… It's different, and we just don't know so much about it. Liam needs to be stuffed but he's scared, and that in turn scares me. He told me about this bonding, and how much it can change a person - "

"My child is not your concern either, Elsa." Emma hissed, glaring at her friend. "How about all of you stop showing so much concern, especially when it's like this. I mean, who needs enemies! Am I right?"

Elsa's face fell, her expression cold. Emma knew that her point had hit home, the woman's eyes going glassy.

"I think I'll just get Miss Frost here home," Graham said after a moment of tense silence. Elsa nodded with a sniff, Graham helping to lead her out of Emma's home. "Call Ruby tomorrow please, she'll probably even come over with bear claws if you do. Not that you need incentive."

Emma smiled thinly, Graham and Elsa stepping outside only to disappear seconds later. If she had the clearance to poof everywhere, would it still seem so obnoxious? Rubbing her stomach, she decided not to dwell on that question or any of her feelings surrounding her friend trying to preach.

(Titania's left tit, drinking sounded nice.)

(But then again, so did a foot rub, Chinese food, onion rings, and not having to drink ginger potion to hold down her lunches)

The knock on her door in the later evening should have been enough to dispel any reason to answer, but Emma was spoiling for a fight, ready for Elsa or Snow; or even Regina, Ariel, and Anna to be behind the wood.

Her breath would not come when Liam's glare was on the other side, waiting for her.

"I need your expertise." Liam said coldly.

"And I need you to leave," Emma spat, her knees shaking. "Immediately."

"The father of your child - I believe he is my brother, and I also believe that you are the only one who can help me find him. I need your help -"

"Do you not have the word leave in your language?" Shouting, Emma felt as if she might snap in two. Her heartbeat physically hurt as it hammered on, as if it was trying to escape her chest. "Get off my porch, and get lost!"

"This is his. It's his spyglass, and I need you to locate him with it."

"Yeah, about that. I don't feel you're really getting what I'm saying , buddy , so let's go over this again," Emma hissed lowly, advancing on the Angel. "One, I tried to locate the father and summon him, but it failed. If by some miracle your brother knocked me up, this shouldn't work if a summoning didn't. Two, I don't want anything to do with you or your brother. So leave."

"The funny thing is, I have a good friend of the family, a Demon friend of Killian's. He goes by the name Scarlett, and he's well embedded into the courts. He owed me a favor that I have cashed in recently."

"That's nice, but has nothing to do with me. So yet again, please leave immediately - "

"The search warrant for your property will be ready tomorrow, and I would absolutely loathe it if a reformed criminal such as you was found with illegal paraphernalia and contraband. It would be so disappointing for the Storybrooke Coven, don't you think?"

Emma sputtered, incredulous. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"I like to think of this as looking out for your best interests."

"I don't even have anything illegal!" Emma squeaked.

"Sure you don't, but I do ." He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. "An entire evidence warehouse of it, actually."

"You bastard!"

"So, Ms. Swan, a location spell if you will."

Emma took the bronze telescope in her hands, the cool smoothness of it tingling in her palms. She sucked in air as it warmed against her fingers, a strange sense of desperation falling over her. Framing magic and molding it around the cylinder, it glowed a gentle blue before floating slowly towards her window where it bumped against the glass.

Liam nodded. "Alright, let's go."

"Let's go?" Emma asked, incredulous. She scoffed when he nodded again, gesturing towards the door.

"After you."

"You must be out of your mind if you think I am going anywhere with you after you arrest me, wrongfully imprisoned me, and now are blackmailing me -"

"The funny thing about blackmail," Liam interrupted, towering over her, "Is that it still applies to further tasks I ask of you. Are we clear, Ms. Swan?"

Emma glared, brushing past him with her head bowed. Stepping outside into the cool air, she took a steadying breath.

"You can drive." Liam motioned to her yellow bug, sitting in the dirt patch she called a driveway. "Let's go."

She opened the doors, Liam cramming himself and his wings inside the small car with her. Despite everything, Emma snorted, his scowl and discomfort giving her a small bit of vindictive pleasure. The spyglass sent them through the city's glimmering night scene, winding them towards the segregated neighborhoods, then veered to send them out of the heights and along the thickly wooded coastline.

Liam became more tense every minute that ticked by, his jaw set as he ground his teeth. He startled when Emma spoke, sending her veering into the next lane before she corrected on the empty stretch of road.

"Merlin in slippers, what is wrong with you?" Emma panted, gripping the wheel tightly. "I just wanted to tell you that I need to stop and get gas!"

"Fine, then do it, but bloody well don't kill us!" Liam hissed, mumbling under his breath about how he should have flown. They stopped at a gas station where Emma filled the tank, Liam stretching as she used the restroom and bought herself a candy bar. They were back on the road shortly, veering off onto a dark road.

Emma chewed her lip nervously, the bug's headlights doing little to cut through the pitch blackness that the canopy of towering trees created. It wound and curved downward until they were in a valley, a rocky wall on one side that curved to reveal a solitary structure bathed in shadow. Nearby, a waterfall roared. A tall tower made of stone jutted up into the night. In the briefest slip of starlight, Emma could see the red shingles at its spire's top, and the moss that grew on them. A light was lit in the only window far above the ground as they pulled up, and Emma's headlights illuminated the base of the pillar.

Cutting the engine, the spyglass bathed the car in bright blue, desperately bumping against her windshield.

"I'd safely assume that we're here," Emma whispered, casting a sideways glance at where Liam was prying himself out of her car. He looked at her expectantly, and she sighed, yanking off her seat belt in irritation. The night had gotten colder, her breath standing out against the sky in puffs of vapor.

"There's no door," Liam grunted, spreading his wings out. "So, shall we?"

Emma looked at him, realizing what he expected. "No, no, I am nauseous as a default, don't you dare -"

Liam's arm snaked around her waist as she protested, then they were lifting into the air with one powerful flap of his wings. Emma shrieked, tightly shutting her eyes until her feet found purchase on a smooth floor. She stumbled forward clutching her stomach and heaving.

"What is wrong with you?" Emma screeched, Liam ducking into the tower behind her. "How dare you -"

"I would do anything for my brother," Liam hissed. "That's something you will never understand."

A new voice broke into their argument, the shaky exclamation drawing both her attention and Liam's immediately.

"Thank the bloody stars, Liam is it really you?"

A Demon stood before her, pushing out of a strung hammock. Emma felt something shift, the air in her lungs leaving in one great whoosh of exhale.

"Killian," Liam breathed out.

#Courtorderedcake #September #2020 #September 10th 2020 #Captain swan #captain swan au #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan fic #cssns #cs fics with liam #CS FF #CS FF AU #My writing #10th

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kill-for-cookies · 4 years

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Promise is a beautiful lie (pt. 1)

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: finally, you could just sit at your comfortable sofa in peace and quiet when you heard the sound which you thought you’d never hear again.

Word: 1731

Warning: angst (I really like this genre)

Note: I really like brave and nasty reader so I love this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was evening. It was obvious from your fixed eyes looking up at the dark starless sky that you weren’t in the real world. A nervous sigh escaped from your throat. You were sitting on the sofa with your legs tucked under you and your head in your lap. To be honest, today wasn't your day. Everything fell apart: whatever you started, everything didn't come out the way you wanted. Although this had never happened before.

In general, it is very difficult to return to normal life after adventures with the Doctor and sometimes it is simply impossible. But you didn't have much choice. Besides, no one knows if she's alive or not... No! They say thoughts are material, so you shouldn't even think about it. Surely, she is alive, got out of a difficult situation. That's what the Doctor always does, isn't it?

You missed traveling in the TARDIS. Everything was so simple in this blue small outside but bigger inside box (not everything, of course, but at this moment you thought so). Explore new galaxies and planets, study historical periods... What could be better? Although perhaps there is one thing... The Fam. Ryan, Yaz, Graham. Wonderful people who have really become your family. You missed them very much. Missed all the moments you spent together, whether it was: exploring different corners of the Universe or meeting historical figures. Or even just staying in the TARDIS, watching all together some movie or reading favorite books in the comfortable silence. Yes, those were good times.

You didn't pay much attention to the sound coming from the opened window at first. But then you realized... It can't be! You heard again the best sound in the Universe which you thought you'd never hear. And now... You had tears in your eyes. You ran to the window in disbelief... That damn blue box! You thought you'd never see it again. You still stood for a minute to make sure it was real and ran to the closet, quickly put on the first thing that came to your hand and went out of the house.

You ran headlong to the TARDIS. Your feet got a little tangled because you had to stay at home for the last month, but you didn't complain. The most important thing is to run to the box and dive in this amazing world of travel again. And now you were standing inches away from those damn blue doors. Your hand went quickly to the door handle and was about to touch it... But something stopped you. There was an unpleasant feeling in your stomach, a doubt in the back of your mind. Something was wrong... Yes, something was definitely wrong. What's wrong with you?! Why couldn't you just walk through that door? It was a blue police box. Who besides the Doctor will travel in a 50s police box? You took a quick breath and opened the door.

You were so preoccupied with your own thoughts that you didn't notice some changes in the design of the TARDIS. It was darker, and the console was smoother. Because of the unaccustomed darkness you didn't immediately notice the mess in the console room. And in general, a nice, friendly blue with yellow changed to... Red? Somewhere in the back of your mind you heard ‘I told you so.’ You turned around slowly and were about to leave when you heard:

"Surprise! Glad to see me? Of course, you’re glad, you're always glad to see me." you slowly turned on the voice and saw the Master standing next to you. Why him? Of all the possible aliens, why him? The man who tried to kill the Doctor, your friends, and you during the encounter with the Kasaavins. Brilliant! Could this day be any worse? "I found an wonderful planet where the city is built on mountains and gorges. Therefore it feels as if the city is floating in the air. Although it's a shame that this beautiful place is ruled by a tyrant king. But there are rumors that a palace coup is being prepared. And I think this is the right time to steal the crown. Sure you'll like it."

You just stood there and stayed quiet. Just a little more and your jaw would have dropped. What the hell? What just happened? Wait-wait-wait... He wants to show you a planet? He? The Master? No, this is some kind of deception. Trick. Another sick game. What should you do? What would the Doctor do? She certainly wouldn't have stood there in silence.

"What are you up to?" your voice was low and anger flowed out of you like a river.

"What do you mean? I'm trying to show you a planet..."

"Stop playing with me. I will ask you again and it'll be the last time "What are you up to?" a restrained growl escaped from your throat.

"Y/N, I don't know what's gotten into you..." he really seemed confused, but you decided to not believe him.

"What's gotten into me?! Are you serious? You've tried so many times to kill the Doctor, my friends, me at least. You think I'll believe a word you say? Don't flatter yourself!" while you were saying your mini-monologue, your hands didn't stop going up and down.

"Are you finished? If so, let me ask you a question. Just one: "What year are you from?"

"What?" your eyes widened.

"What year is it?" he repeated the question calmly. It was so strange to see him calm considering his constantly changing behavior.

"Um ... 2020. April 22nd."

"Oh... Who would have thought this would ever happen to me..." he muttered, rubbing his beard. It was like thinking out loud. "Yeah... Unpleasant situation... So, it turns out that... yeah. Then I'll just send you home... Yes, that would be better." his eyes met yours. They were full of... sadness? Is this even possible?

Suddenly the TARDIS was yanked so hard that you couldn't keep on your feet, you were ready to fall with eyes closed, but it didn't happen. Your eyes remained closed for a few seconds, then you slowly opened them and saw the Master's face a few inches away from yours. One hand gently encircled your waist, the other held your raised wrist. Your chests were so close that you could feel the warmth of his body. You felt your cheeks flushed a little, but you held back your embarrassment. But apparently you didn't do it well, because he gave you a big smile. Or he knew you too well. But you met him once, so he couldn't, could he? When you travel with the Doctor, you’re not sure of anything.

"What are you smiling at?" you said it firmly, but it sounded a little confused.

"Nothing..." mischief played in his eyes, the smile spread even wider on his face. You snorted in annoyance, rolled eyes and turned your head. You did it not only to avoid his gaze but also because you didn't know what to do. Deep down you admitted to yourself that he was damn attractive. It was like fire, just as unmanageable and dangerous. And hell, you like playing with fire. Besides, he wasn't... himself. Not that you know him, but... He was calmer and friendlier than before (well, at least he didn't even try to kill you, which is a success).

"Let me go" you said it quietly and not as aggressively as before, trying to calm down your thoughts.

"Are you sure you can stand on your own?" you turned your head to look at him. Wait a minute! Was he... flirting with you? No! No, it can't possible... Right? Oh, and how his smug smile infuriated you! The rage was boiling, bubbling in you, ready to burst out like a fountain. Barely holding back it you looked at him. You could even feel the fire in your eyes. Reading your glare the Master realized it was better to let you go which he fortunately did. If this situation had lasted a little longer, you wouldn't have been able to answer for your actions. At this moment you didn't really care who he was. A rebel timelord, the most dangerous criminal in the Universe... You didn't care.

As soon as you freed yourself from his grip, you turned your back on him, wrapped your arms around your neck and took a couple of steps toward the door. Your eyes closed, a sigh instantly escaped from your throat. Yeah, what an evening! Well, at least you'll come home alive, according to the Master, which was actually easier to say than do. But did you really have a choice?

You felt his gaze, but you didn't turn around. You just didn't want to give him what he wanted. Maybe you should considering you don't have eyes in the back of your head and he could do whatever he wanted to you, but you didn't worry about it right now. If he wanted to kill you, he would do it earlier... Right? This went on for a few more seconds, until you heard his quiet sigh and retreating footsteps.

You didn't have to turn around to know he was next to the console and started pressing various buttons and pulling levers. Few minutes later he said in a low sad voice (okay, this really started to scare you, strained every cell in your body):

"Well, we're here" apparently you wasn't supposed to hear it, but in this tense silence you kept ears open. You raised an eyebrow as if asking him ‘are you going to let me go so easily?’, which, of course, caused him to get annoyed and roll his eyes. "You're home again. London, 2020, April 22nd, 23:48. You can go. I'm not holding you."

'Wow, how generous of you!' you thought.

You looked the Master up and down trying to make sure he wasn't coming up with something and headed for the door. You didn't even say 'goodbye' to him when you opened the door (why would you do that? You two are not friends). Stepping out the door, you didn't notice it wasn't London outside and the TARDIS was surrounded by some guards with spears in their hands. When you closed the door and faced them you realized your mistake and tried to open the door without turning around but the spears immediately went to your throat stopping inches from your skin.

"Hands up!" one of the guards shouted, dressed a little differently from others and you assumed it was the commander. "You are under arrest for stealing his Highness's crown!"

"But I..."

"Silence! I said “hands up!" you slowly raised your hands and mentally damned the Master with every possible word. You didn't even know what was more in you at this moment: fear for what they might do to you or rage because this damn timelord brought you here.

"Y/N, I don't know what's wrong, but the TARDIS just refuses to listen to me today, but you're not on Earth..." he said before he saw your situation. "But you already know that, don't you?"

"Thank you, I noticed." you gave him a sham smile, glaring at him. Well, at least you weren't alone in this situation. That's good, right?

#doctor who #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #The Master #the master x reader #the master imagine #dhawan!master imagine #dw #dw imagine

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entorri · 4 years

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Tag Yourself: Late Night Show Hosts Edition

Conan O’Brien

Late Night Veteran

Cynical

Sarcastic

Self-deprecating

Guitarist

His stature is that of a spider monkey

Has a sidekick named Andy who frequently out-jokes him

But Conan loves him anyway

Comeback king

100% Irish (it’s been proven)

Can and will make things awkward

Will probably make fun of you

A desperate flirt (it’s satirical, of course)

Clueless gamer

Possibly the only late night show host that’s not afraid of wild animals

F r e c k l e s

Hair that goes 🌊

My personal favorite 🧡

Jimmy Kimmel

I don’t really know what he does

I’m convinced he’s an android

He’s narcoleptic, but he doesn’t let that stop him

Sarcastic

Smug

Dry humor

Isn’t afraid to get political

Tries to act cool but we all know he’s a nerd at heart

Does skits and games sometimes

Has been in multiple prank wars with John Krasinski and Emily Blunt

Loves superheroes

Adores his kids

Jimmy Fallon

Sir laughs-a-lot

But don’t give him shit for it

He’s just a really happy guy

Enthusiastic

King of talk show games

Very PG

Has a tendency to break character

SNL alumni

America’s favorite

Piggy-backs off of trends several months too late

Almost lost his ring finger in an accident

But he’s all good now

James Corden

He’s a huge asshole. Like, actually the worst.

Stephen Colbert

Soft boi

Catholicism

G l a s s e s

Genuine and respectful

Constantly rips on Tr*mp

Sometimes gets saucy with his guests

And we love that (because again, it’s satirical)

Underrated af

Just seems like such a nice guy

I wanna be his best friend

Kind of a pretty boy, ngl

Seth Meyers

Legendary SNL alumni

Weekend Update king

Brilliant writer

Basically another one of Lorne Michael’s goons

Super smiley

Polite

Genuinely laughs at his guests jokes

Invites lots of comedians and SNL friends to the show

Has a dog named Frisbee that makes Andy Samberg want to vomit

His son was born in his apartment building’s lobby

When he talks with his guests, it feels like we’re just watching two friends catch up

Refreshing

Also very underrated

Graham Norton

Built an environment where guests can be very casual and laid-back

Provides alcohol/drinks for his guests

Has cozy couches

Bubbly and colorful

Flamboyant

Life of the party

Will 100% go out for drinks with you on weekends

Underrated in America

Legendary in the UK

Topics are allowed to go places they never could on an American talk show

So things can get pretty chaotic

Lots of participation and games with the audience

Likes to embarrass his guests

#Tag Yourself #Conan O’Brien #Jimmy Kimmel #Jimmy Fallon #James Corden #Stephen Colbert #Seth Meyers #Graham Norton #Late Night Television #Late Night TV #Comedy #Comedians #Celebrities #Hollywood #Conan #TeamCoco #Team Coco

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thelonelybrilliance · 4 years

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Sassy Recap--OUAT--1x08 "Desperate Souls"

I know, it’s been foREVER.

Our story opens in Fairytale Land, where Rumplestiltskin--man not monster--is spinning, and he has a SON. Said son runs in to tell him that soldiers are taking a neighboring girl to be a soldier for the Ogre Wars. A LIKELY TALE.

Also the captain of the soldiers is played by Benny from Supernatural. HE IS A PERV ON THIS SHOW.

Her parents try to stop the soldiers but a mysterious figure called The Dark One stops them using MAGIC. Rumple watches, terrified, as his son notes that he has a birthday in three days and that means they'll come for him, too. I didn't realize that Medieval press gangs were so respectful of the calendar year.

In OUR world, Mr. Gold is smirking behind the counter when Emma comes knocking in asking if he's there.

"Well, it is my shop," he says smarmily, as usual imbuing each word with significance.

The gist of their conversation is this: Graham has been dead for two weeks, and Mr. Gold is oh-so-sorry, and doesn't that mean Emma should be sheriff now? Emma backs away from that REAL FAST, so Gold just offers to give her Graham's personal effects. He finally convinces her to take two walkie-talkies, for Henry, and tells her that her time with her son is precious.

"That's the thing about children...before you know it, you lose them."

There's something in his face that makes Emma's heart (and mine) twist.

Emma joins Henry at his castle. His castle playground is one of my favorite sets off the whole show. Henry tells Emma he wants to give Operation Cobra because then Regina will kill her too, just like she killed Graham.

"Good has to play fair. Evil doesn't." -- Henry's best line so far.

Regina comes to GLOAT because she is a HORRIFIC PERSON. She tells Emma that she's appointing Sydney Glass as Sheriff and then actually has the NERVE to accuse Emma as being irreverent in the wake of Graham's death? UGH.

Emma is PISSED. She goes home and wrecks MM's toaster, of all things, while listening to hard rock and wearing a very cute brown blouse.

MM is actually calm about the toaster, because she's pleased that Emma is committing to Storybrooke. Mom Energy. Mr. Gold clearly has the same thought, because he shows up to convince Emma to RUN FOR SHERIFF.

"Two people with a common goal can accomplish many things. Two people with a common enemy can accomplish even more," he says. "How would you like a benefactor?"

Emma bites.

Back in Fairytale Land, Rumplestiltskin and his son, WHOSE NAME IS BAE, CAN WE ACTIVELY NOT, go on the run and then run into ACTUAL BRAD DOURIF, AKA GRIMA WORMTONGUE, who asks them for spare change.

They are almost immediately tracked down by the wicked child-snatching soldiers, who jeer at Rumple's lame foot. OF COURSE Bae has to run his mouth, which leads the captain of the guard to reveal that Rumplestiltskin is "the man who ran," specifically, from the ogre wars, and came home to a wife who couldn't bear to look at him.

BAE (full name: Baelfire) IS SUCH AN IDIOT. HE LITERALLY TELLS THEM HOW OLD HE IS; WTF.

NOW THEY ARE GOING TO TAKE HIM.

Rumple asks what he can do to save his son and the Captain asks him to kiss his boot and DAMN this dude is going to have it coming when Rumple turns into the Dark One.

Speaking of *spoilers*

BRAD DOURIF is back, offering a helping hand.

Rumple tells him he has nothing to pay, and Brad Dourif says that's fine, "I'll be your benefactor."

UH OH.

Regina gives the most freaking ANNOYING town speeches. She is SO. SMUG.

Emma CRASHES her little appointment ceremony in a great way and faces off against Sidney for THE GREAT ELECTION. Watch out, Tracy Flick.

Back in FTL, Brad Dourif and Rumples are eating gross soup and talking about choices. Brad Dourif tells Rumple that all his problems will go away if he gets power. He needs to steal the Dark One's dagger, inscribed with the Dark One's true name, and THEN ALL WILL BE WELL.

Rumple is too afraid to think of controlling such power so Brad Dourif suggests he JUST STRETCH OUT HIS HAND AND TAKE IT

Sounds hella promising, my man.

In SB, Regina is PISSED. She arrives at Gold's shop--he's looking awfully snazzy today--and he asks if he should "move some things, and make a bit of space for her rage." Sometimes I think they give him all the good lines.

Regina's S1 bob was arguably her best hairstyle. Just like Gold's S1 characterization is arguably his best--you know what, I'm going to try not to be salty.

Some things stay the same, though: Regina is a bish.

woww I missed Emma's bouncy golden curls and beautiful jacket. She's come to Granny's Diner to learn that--

SYDNEY GLASS HAS STOLEN RECORDS ABOUT EMMA HAVING HENRY IN JAIL AND PRINTED THEM ON THE FRONT PAGE OF THE STORYBROOKE PAPER, A FACT HENRY INFORMS HER OF--

The illegality. I'm shook.

In fairytale land, Rumple is on a TRIP about power and what he could do as the Dark One. Bae, the terrible child actor, must learn that his father wants power, smashed his own knee to avoid fighting in the Ogre war, and that his mother...maybe did run off out of shame and isn't *dead*

Don't worry about that, Rumple assures him. We've bigger fish to fry. Literally. We're going to steal the Dark One dagger from the Duke's castle and all will be ... well.

*eyes emoji*

Emma confronts Regina in the mayor's office about the records, and Regina spits off this line: "I'm sorry you didn't want people to know you cut his cord with a shiv"

I'm sorry this is a PG-rated show??

They snipe back and forth about the upcoming Sheriff's Debate (timely, I say, 9 years later) and then there's an EXPLOSION. SOMEOnE is playing dirty politics.

Emma helps Regina out of the burning building, Like a Hero, andd Regina is mad about being saved. It's hard being evil and wearing impractical shoes; when the chips are down you might have to hobble along leaning on your enemy. Lessons learned.

Of course, adulation floods in for Emma. "This is how good wins," she tells Henry, though we the audience are uncomfortably reflecting on the fact that her new ally Mr. Gold once set fire to a castle (probably more than one!) in Fairytale Land, just to gain a political Point.

It doesn't take Emma long to draw that connection either, even without the benefit of meaningful flashbacks. A twist of rag soaked in the same sheep oil she saw Mr. Gold using is all it takes. Off she pops to his shop, where he plays the plausible deniability card to the, ahem, HILT, and Emma realizes that she really did make an unfortunate alliance.

Speaking of unfortunate alliances, Rumple did it! He got the dagger. It says Zoso on it. Such an uncool name for a dark one. He summons Zoso, who shows up in a dark cloak, so intimidating, except that he says "It's your son's birthday tomorrow" and the word "birthday" sounds very ridiculous in a dark and villainous tone. Rumple kills him, as Brad Dourif told him to, and SURPRISE! The Dark One IS Brad Dourif. Grima Wormtongue strikes again. The twist? The person who kills the Dark One...becomes the Dark One.

But that's something we likely could have guessed.

"WHy me?" demands Rumple.

And Zoso answers-- "Because I know how to recognize a desperate soul."

I will give it to me old show. The moment Rumple's name appears in full on the dagger is one for the...storybook.

We're onto the climactic debate. Outside the town hall, the people are gathering. Mary Margaret, for one, always has the cutest little vintage hats. Perfect timing, given that she's running into David the Former Invalid, who is putting up posters for the opposition. She scurries away from THAT encounter, stepping into a position of greater moral clarity and strength--namely, assuring Emma that it's worthwhile to have ambitions both for herself and Henry.

Emma, seeing Mr. Gold in the crowd, is not so sure.

Archie is trying to moderate the debate--all his jokes bring in "crickets," heh. Sidney Glass' opening statement is melodramatic and Regina literally is mouthing along word for word. Emma's opening statement is just plain dramatic. She reveals the whole plot by Gold, in front of the town, and apologizes for being complicit in any way. Good news girl! You look cute as hell in your olive dress and Big Leather Jacket.

And the real win? Henry is proud of her for standing up to Gold, reinstates Operation Cobra, and hands her a walkie-talkie.

And the OTHER real win? She got voted in as sheriff. Regina and Sidney come to give way with passive aggressive compliments and pursed lips.

"You didn't pick a great friend in Mr. Gold," Regina smarms. "But he does make a superlative enemy."

AND OH DOESN'T HE. Back in Fairytale Land, Benny the pervy knight is Getting His at the hands Dark!Rumple. Bae watches the carnage unfold while repeatedly, meekly calling "Papa" and not doing much else with his face or voice.

Chills for the Rise of Rumplestiltskin, though. And chills for the subtle menace of Mr. Gold. He comes to visit Emma in a magenta shirt and a tri-point pocket square. He reveals that Emma acted exactly according to plan.

He knew that she didn't need to just save Regina, she needed to stand up to HIM.

"I know how to recognize a desperate soul," he says, and I Do! Get! a Legit! Shiver!

Emma, and the rest of us, have reason to dread his future called-in favor.

#my recaps #sassy recaps #ouat #the price of gold #emma swan

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everlastingcaptainswan · 4 years

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Contractual Attraction (3/?)

Enchanted Forrest AU

Summary: The war had raged on for many years, the people of Misthaven would say too many, and there was only one way to end it, only one way to quiet talks of rebellion. Princess Emma of Misthaven would have to marry the enemy, Prince Killian of Montave.

Notes: Sorry this is a little late, but I am coming off night shift and adjusting to being a real person again! Hope you guys like it! Since next Wednesday is Christmas Day the next chapter will be delayed to the 26th.

Ao3 FF

Chapter Three: Past Grievances

The next morning Emma still felt the effects from her attempt at magic. There was a dull ache present deep in her bones. She definitely shouldn’t have done that. Magic always comes at a price. Her anger got the better of her and King Liam was a smug bastard. She wanted to show him that he was wrong about her, that she wasn’t the problem in this stupid peace treaty, that he was and continued to be. She sincerely hoped that he finally pulled his head out of his ass.

However, when she opened the door to the study, she only found Killian behind the large grand desk. She insisted Graham stay behind this morning and for once he listened to her, leaving Emma and the prince alone.

“Princess.” He bowed his head slightly when he noticed her entrance.

“Where are your brother and Elsa?”

“When they didn’t appear this morning, I went by their chambers and heard what appeared to be them fighting. They didn’t answer my knocks. They know where they are supposed to be, if they don’t show up, I’m not inclined to wait for them, are you?” Killian said cheekily, not thrown by her abrasive nature.

“No. This treaty needs to be finalized today. Where would you like to start?”

“Troop removal seems best,” Killian said while looking through the various papers on the desk, “I’m looking for the force dispersal reports.”

“Agreed,” Emma walked over to Killian, sitting in the chair next to him.

“You look better than when I visited last night.”

“Sleep does wonders. I can’t do that again,” She sighed, relaxing in the chair. Killian stopped his pursuit of the report, his full attention on her.

“No, you can’t. No matter how much of an ass my brother is.” A smirk present across his face.

“I’m glad you said it first. I rose to the bait and I won’t be making that mistake again,” she told him unblinking, his blue eyes searching hers.

“Good,” he began his search once again and found the report easily, “shall we begin?” Emma nodded.

The day goes much smoother without the King’s presence. Killian is more willing to at least compromise, but they both know that any progress made here today could be undone by Liam.

Finally, at lunchtime, Liam and Elsa busted through the study doors, both out of breath and looking rather distressed.

“You started without us?” Liam asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“You should’ve sent for us,” Elsa said her tone icy. Emma raised an eyebrow at their statements.

“None of your attendants dared to approach the door and my knocks went unanswered,” Killian told them, to which Elsa blushes. Liam merely approached the desk.

“Nevermind then, let’s see what you’ve agreed to.” Killian handed over his notes and Elsa approached his side, her arms crossed. Emma noted that any warmth that was shared between the two yesterday was gone today.

Liam began negotiating a few points immediately and Emma would like nothing better than to punch him. Instead she must grit her teeth and bare it.

Graham entered the study later and Emma noticed Killian tense up in his presence. Her knight came to her side to urge her to take a break, eat something.

“Emma.” He gave her an imploring look; one she has seen many times.

“Is something the matter, Emma?” Elsa inquired kindly.

“No.”

“Yes.” Emma and Graham respond at the same time. Emma’s head snapped to him.

“I was unaware your name was Emma,” she challenged him. Emma swore she heard Killian attempt to stifle a laugh.

“Of course not, Princess. However, that does not change the fact that you need a break. You know I’m right.”

“You certainly are right. We’ll send for some food immediately. Thank you, Sir Graham,” Elsa told him. Graham bowed before leaving. Elsa summoned a servant and sent them with instructions for the kitchen. Liam and Killian began a hushed conversation, Emma was content to sit back in her chair with her eyes closed.

“You could have said you needed a break,” Elsa scolded her. Emma opened one eye then another.

“I would rather finish this first, but if Graham insists on being annoying than fine.”

“Emma, I-” Elsa started then shut her mouth.

“Don’t apologize for him. That’s not your job and besides I took the bait it was stupid. I won’t- it can’t happen again.” Emma shook her head. Elsa placed a hand over top Emma’s.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” Emma avoided her friend’s gaze. Some things couldn’t be said, not now. Not when peace was so fragile, maybe later she could tell Elsa.

“I highly doubt that, but you’ll tell me when you’re ready,” Elsa dropped the subject.

They managed to get through all of the points of the treaty relatively smoothly. Emma didn’t give up more than she had to, something her parents will be proud of. Liam poured all, but Elsa, a drink.

“To peace.” Liam raised his glass, Killian and Emma followed suit. Emma took a healthy gulp from her glass, rum was not her favorite, but after today she would’ve drunk just about anything.

“To celebrate we’ll all have dinner together, in the west dining room it has the most beautiful view of the sunset,” Elsa cheered. They all nodded in agreement before leaving to freshen up before dinner.

Emma arrived in the dining room to find it empty except for Killian once again.

“Really we have to stop meeting like this.” Killian turned around at the sound of her voice, holding a note in his hand.

“Quite right, Your Highness.” Uncomfortable silence filled the room, Emma fiddled with her hands.

“What do you have there?” Emma gestures to the note.

“Elsa is sad to inform us we shall be on our own for dinner tonight. She feels fatigued and Liam won’t leave her side for concern of the babe apparently.” He shook his head. Emma looked at the table and noticed it’s only set for two. Elsa set them up on purpose. Emma walked to the simple table with the decanter full of wine and poured them both a glass.

“Apparently being with child is the perfect excuse to not attend dinners. I’ll have to remember that,” she handed a glass to Killian, who gladly accepted it, “she’s a little transparent.” Killian smiled before sipping the wine, glad she caught on.

“Subtle would not be her strong suit, however there are worse traits.” Emma nodded, unsure where that left the two of them for the night.

“We might as well enjoy the dinner laid out for us tonight. It’d be a shame for it to go to waste,” he suggested. She agreed, it would be a waste. Killian pulled out a chair for her. Emma raised an eyebrow at this.

“You do know that there is no need to woo me, our courtship is a formality at best,” she sighed as she sat down, he pushed her chair in.

“Love, I’m simply being the good gentleman my mother raised me to be,” his husky, low voice suggested something else entirely.

“A gentleman?” He moved to the other side of the table, taking his body heat with him leaving a chill in the air. It was the closest they’ve ever been. Emma thought she’d be revolted, but she didn’t mind the proximity.

“Yes, surely they have those in your kingdom,” he jested. Emma scoffed.

“Of course, we do.” Emma sipped the wine to shut her mouth. Every report of him had painted him as a rake, a fierce captain who took lives without thought, he took no prisoners. Captain Jones destroyed ships. He often joined his men for drinks in seaside villages and women went home with him. The last word used to describe him was a gentleman. It was the sole reason she was shocked her parents had agreed to have her marry this man.

“Despite this unnecessary ruse, it does provide us the opportunity to get to know one another,” Killian said in between bites of their first course.

“What else do you need to know?” Killian tilted his head.

“Emma, we are to be married in a short couple of months. There are a great number of things I will need to know about you to make this believable,” Killian said, surprised. Emma blinked; unsure he has ever addressed her by her given name. It caught her off guard.

“Killian, no one will be surprised that this a political marriage. We won’t need to know every detail about one another.”

“Will it truly be so bad to be married to me?” He asked her and she swore her head spun at this question. They are enemies until the treaty is signed. She will not jeopardize that, but she would like scream at him. Has she entered a different realm? Did he actually want to marry her?

“No, but you must admit this match was not your first choice or even a choice at all until recently,” she said softly, once she found her voice again. It was finally his turn to look flustered.

“I’ll admit it was not, but it was the best choice for both of our people.”

“Of course, it was. The point I was attempting to make was is this what you wanted? Would you rather marry someone who was…” she trailed off.

“Who was what?” He asked her rather irritated at this point.

“Who was in love with you.” Emma blushed and shook her head at the look on his face. Emma forgot how rare her parent’s situation is, how few royals actually had love marriages.

“Perhaps it’s a silly notion to most royalty, or perhaps my parents gave me the wrong impression of what life would be like.”

“Your parent’s marriage is a love match?” Was all Killian was able to ask her. He had about a million thoughts and questions running through his mind, but that was the only coherent one.

Elsa had told him many, many stories about Emma. He suspected she was trying to humanize Emma for him, to make their enemy be a person in his mind, someone who he could see as a companion one day. The stories had painted a picture in his mind, but meeting her and seeing her in person made the stories pale in comparison. She was raw and passionate, not tame like many of the princesses he had met before.

“Yes, even more than that they are true love,” when confusion filled his eyes she continued on, “it’s a rare form of magic that can break spells and curses.”

“I was never encouraged to want such things. Focus was on honor, duty, and family. Never love. Our parents loved us, but were cold to one another. Elsa and Liam were similar at first. She’d barely even look at him. I’m not entirely sure what changed, but over time they softened to one another. It wasn’t until last year I realized that what they had was love. I never entertained the thought of love.”

“I had wondered when I arrived if she loved him. All these years I had wondered how she was treated, how her life had changed. I was surprised to find her happy.” Both of them had given up on eating the rest of their dinner.

“What did you think we were like? Barbarians? Abusers?” Killian asked her, his offense clear in his tone.

“What was I supposed to think? That you were my white knight ready to rescue me from the tower? Our kingdoms have been at war for most of our lives. Aside from meeting you once when I was young, I knew next to nothing about you besides the fact that you have lead forces against my people, that you have burned crops, killed my men.” She snapped, not being able to remain civil. She really tried to keep it together, but what had he expected? That she would fall into his arms with one smirk and a witty comment from him.

“Don’t act like we are the only ones guilty of that here. I never had it confirmed, but I know you were the one the men called the golden swan. You killed your fair share of my men,” he raised his voice, his jaw twitched.

“I never claimed innocence, but I won’t lie to you either. I know my duty as you do. We have to end this war, just don’t expect me to be over the moon that I have to marry in order to do that,” Emma stood at that, unable to sit there a moment longer. She stormed out of the dining room without so much of a glance back to him. He was right she fought with her men in many battles before she lost her magic. It was the only way her parents would let her go. They called her the golden swan to ensure the enemy wouldn’t know Misthaven’s heir was there. She had loved every minute of being able to fight alongside her people. She longed for the days when she could do that. Now she was stuck in negotiations and diplomacy.

Emma stomped up the stairs to her room, making sure to slam the door behind her. Of course, she didn’t want to marry him, why was he upset by that fact? Does he want to marry her? What the hell is going on in this hellish castle?

It took Emma an hour or two of pacing to work off all her anger. Really, she wanted to hit something, but it was too late to spar. That would have to wait until morning. She calmed down enough to fall asleep thankfully.

In the morning Emma pounded on Graham’s and August’s door, the sun barely poking over the horizon. She wasn’t wasting time today. She was dressed in a white tunic, a navy vest, black leather pants, and her own sword strapped to her belt. She needed to hit something, needed to get this frustration out. Emma let her anger get the best of her last night and it could jeopardize everything here, including her own life.

Graham answered the door fully dressed; August asleep on the bed from night guard duty. Her knight eyed her outfit.

“Need a sparring partner?” he asked her.

“Please.” Emma places a hand on the hilt of her sword. Graham smirked.

“Be out in a moment, Princess.” He shut the door firmly. Emma waited a few moments out in the hall. Graham opened the door again with his sword strapped to his waist as well.

“Come on, they have a fairly decent courtyard where some of the guards practice,” he said, leading the way. Since it was the early hours of the morning no one is up to bother them or wait on them. They were blissfully alone. Much to her dismay Graham still made Emma warm up. She desperately wanted to hit something out the gate.

When they finally began it was a slow dance at first Graham trying to draw Emma out and she wasn’t falling for it. He rolled his eyes, “Is that how it’s going to be this morning?” She nodded and he advanced immediately. She was ready for his speed and intensity, she craved it. She wanted this spar to be tough, wanted her muscles to ache later. Anything to distract her mind. Graham didn’t fail her on that front.

“Are you going to talk about whatever happened last night?” he asked her between blows. It surprises her and she almost loses focus.

“There is nothing to talk about,” she shrugged before advancing. He skillfully deflected her attack.

“Try that again with feeling,” he smirked. The bastard was enjoying pushing her buttons. He advanced and tried to back her into a corner. She had to dodge the blow he delivered.

“Talking won’t solve shit and you know it,” she spat then wiped sweat off her forehead.

“It might.” She shook her head and charged forward, pushing everything she had into her sword. If she wanted to fucking talk about it, she would’ve gone to Elsa.

“I have nothing to say,” she said through gritted teeth. Graham dropped the subject and let her get out her frustrations. When she disarmed him, claps filled the courtyard and Emma’s head spun to find Elsa, Anna, Liam and Killian watching them. Emma bowed. Killian’s demeanor was polite and controlled, but she could still see lingering anger beneath his surface. Last night affected him as much as it had affected her.

“Your skills have improved greatly,” Elsa complimented her.

“I’ve had my fair amount of practice,” Emma shrugged. She returned her sword to its place on her belt.

“I’m sure you did as the golden swan,” Killian bit out and the group fell silent. Graham appeared at her side immediately.

“The golden swan was made up to improve morale,” Emma brushed off the comment. None of this mattered now, it was something made up to protect her. Why would he not let this go?

“You aren’t denying you fought though,” Killian continued to push.

“Killian,” Liam snapped. Killian ignored him.

“No, I’m not denying that, but why the hell is this golden swan business so important to you?” Emma became more irritated by this conversation.

“Because we all played a part in this war, none of us are innocent,” Killian fumed. Emma nodded to Graham’s sword and he shook his head before handing it over. Emma handed the sword over to Killian handle first.

“Words aren’t going to settle this, let’s go.” Killian’s hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

“Fine.” Elsa threw her hands in air; Liam crossed his arms.

“This is a bad idea,” Anna sighed.

“I’ll agree to that,” Liam scoffed.

“Don’t you lot have something important with the treaty to do today?” Graham asked the group. Liam shook his head.

“No, we finalized everything yesterday. Now, copies of the treaty are being drafted for signature,” the king informed him.

“Ah come on what’s a little swordplay between fiancée’s,” Emma chuckled. They circled each other slowly, unsure of who will make the first move. However, Emma’s patience grew thin and she lunged at him. It felt good to be out under the sun, sweat dripping off of her. He was much better than she expected him to be. She welcomed the challenge, sparring with Graham was always good, but they knew each other’s moves. Killian was new, his fighting style different it required real effort to land a blow on him. It was just the type of challenge she needed. As they went on however, Killian got more desperate, sloppier. Emma figured his anger and frustration was pushing him to try and win, she waited him out took her time waiting for him to slip up. Eventually he did, and she didn’t miss her chance. Emma noticed his footwork faulted and she swept his feet out from under him and disarmed him. Killian grunted when he landed on the grass. Emma knelt next to him, “To make this work, to have peace, to get married, we have to leave the past behind. If it gives you any peace, I was the golden swan, it was the only way my parents would let me be on the battlefield. You are right, none of us are innocent here. This won’t be easy, but I’m willing to at least try if you are.” Her eyes searched his. There was a sort of defiance and anger still present, but he nodded defeated. It was all she needed. Emma stood up and extended her arm to him. He accepted it and stood with her help. Emma dropped his arm and excused herself to get cleaned up and ready for the day.

“My, my that was certainly revealing,” Elsa smiled.

“What on earth do you mean?” Liam asked her, confused about what his wife saw that he couldn’t.

“She likes him more than she lets on. If she truly hated him the Emma, I know would’ve left him on his backside.” A mischievous glint in her eye and Liam just sighed and turned to Anna.

“She’s right.” Liam shook his head, unsure of how this alliance would turn out, if it would hold.

The sparring had cleared Emma’s head. For her people she would have to marry Killian. That was a fact, nothing could change that. While he had done a great many terrible things, so had she. He was right they all played a part in the narrative. To keep the peace, to save her people she would marry and at the very least try to not hate him. Last night couldn’t happen again, she flew off the handle and almost put the treaty at risk. That could not happen again. Peace was needed throughout the realm. If this is what Emma had to do than so be it.

#cs #cs au #cs au fic #cs au ff #captain swan ff #captain swan #captain swan fic #enchanted forest #enchanted forest au #enemies to lovers #I hate you but I have to marry you #emma swan #killian jones #Princess!Emma #Prince!Killian

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sayitaintdoe · 6 years

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"you've got shampoo on your nose."

whatever thoughts i was caught up in are swept away by the feeling of preston's index finger making a swift sweep down the bridge of my nose, giving me a swift boop at the tip before working the small bit into his own hair and rinsing it out under the spray of water a moment later. "what's on your noodle?"

"currently, the fact that you just used the word noodle. now, the noodle dance from the vastly underrated playhouse disney show, pb&j otter. pb&j sandwiches, the fact that brady barton would literally die if he ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the fact that i'd totally risk it for the sweet, sweet taste of a childhood lunchbox fave - besides, i blew out twenty-six candles this year, it is all downhill from here. ooh, new found glory, obscure mid-2000s pop punk bands..."

my thoughts trail off there, caught on the look on preston's face. he never ceases to somehow be bewildered, annoyed, and amused at the exact same time.

"okay, so what were you thinking about, like, before all that?"

less exciting. "weddings."

his face contorts into a less than thrilled expression, a screwy mouth and furrowed eyebrows. i could kiss his whole face, but he sticks his head under the water, somehow managing to keep the conversation going all the while. "like, plural?"

sighing, i bump him aside with my hip so i can rinse my hair. his fingers find their way to my scalp as i speak. "just the one. the bear's, you know."

the bear is teddy graham (hand to god, actual name), best friend second only to preston raimi, and she's currently two months out from the wedding she's been highkey planning since we were in the third grade. which is impressive in and of itself, really, since she didn't meet the groom-to-be until our freshman year at princeton ("where the princes go!" she had declared with a cheery laugh, sweeping us both in a hug when we got our acceptance letters senior year - so her favorite movie was a cinderella story, whose wasn't?) when he was the junior t.a. in the psych class that i did nothing more than sleep through. frankly, the groom-to-be was more of a colorform than anything else. just stick him into the already formed picture and they were all set.

they were also nauseatingly cute and in love and he wasn’t some horrible cheating swamp thing like her old boyfriend and i was also the maid of honor and it was also. just. a lot.

before you're worried, i was only the maid of honor by title alone. our friend cait, who actually had a head on her shoulders and knew how to buy a day planner and use it for more than the first three days, was in charge of making sure everything actually fell into place like it was supposed to. thank god.

“is this, like, a fomo situation?” he didn’t say it, but i could just hear the silent ‘please say no please say no’ that followed the question.

i looked at him like he’d just popped the cap off the shampoo bottle and swallowed it whole. “are you high? all i hear from my mom’s friends is ‘mijaaaaaaa, when are you getting maaarrrrriiiieeeeeed?’ do you seriously think i want to give them the satisfaction?”

he’s holding his hands up in surrender, but i see the twitch of an amused smile quirking at his lips, and i know he’s thinking about just how damn lucky he is to be stuck with me.

second only to being asked when i’m going to get married (okay, third, because then it’s something about when i’m going to bring honor to my whole family with offspring — which is never, but thanks for asking!) is being asked about preston, as if they haven’t all known him since he was eight years old and trying to sit in on my dad’s poker games with his go fish deck, claiming he “knew a thing or two about cards.”

they wanted to know about our relationship, about how long we’d been together, (we weren’t) when we were getting married (we weren’t), when we were having kids (we weren’t), and why the answers to the last three questions weren’t what they’d expected to hear.

and that’s the thing. preston is my best friend. it’s something i’ll deny every time he asks me, even if he knows it’s true all the way down to the very core of his being (he doesn’t even care that he knows it, he still just likes to be smug about it). and because preston is my best friend, it was also our great idea to be all of each other’s terrible firsts so that we could get them all out of the way.

and yes. yes, i do mean every single terrible first.

i forced him to ask me on a date when we were thirteen and then feigned surprise when he actually went through with it. we kissed under the big oak tree in his backyard when we were fourteen and he jammed his tongue so far into my mouth that i slammed my knee straight into his stomach. after extensive googling at the age of fifteen, i decided i was definitely ready to suck a dick and tried and failed and gagged and tried again and the process torturously repeated itself. at sixteen, he returned the favor (sans the dick) and dove under my sheets and i gave him a black eye because apparently i’m more ticklish than i anticipated.

and finally, at seventeen, the doozy. the big kahuna. as you can probably infer based on previous experiences, it was less than perfect. the power knocked out halfway through from a storm outside, it was over in less than thirty seconds, i forgot my dog was in the room and he jumped up in bed with us. it ended with laughing, with us high-fiving like losers as if we’d actually accomplished anything. and then we tried again.

at eighteen, the night of our high school graduation, i made him get a tiny deer tattooed onto his hip bone. a doe, so i’d be stuck with him forever. no backsies. his response was to make me get PRE$$ HERE in his own handwriting on mine in return, a tribute to when he used to only write his name as PRE$TON between grade six and nine.

so. yeah. in a lot of ways, or maybe in all the ways, preston was my person, and i was his. which brought us into each other’s beds, and showers, and kitchen tables, and hallway floors, and couches, and… okay everywhere a lot, but it never brought us to anything that would scream DATING.

just friends who have keys to each other’s apartments and, when there’s nobody better to do, fuck. easy peasy.

my thoughts remain stagnant for a moment as preston’s fingers work out the rest of my shampoo and i step back out so that i’m facing him and he’s grabbing for the conditioner bottle. “okay, so what about the wedding, exactly?”

“sex.”

he blinks back at me. “…as one does.”

“no, seriously. think about it.” i grab the conditioner bottle from him and squeeze some into the palm of my hand, lathering it between my fingers for a moment and working it into my hair. “eventually, like, sometimes, when you get married — that’s it. that’s the last person you’re ever going to have sex with. Isn’t that sad?”

he’s blinking at me like he’s wondering if maybe i’m not serious, but obviously i am, of course i am. it’s SAD.

“do you think teddy knows that?” i prattle on. “should i tell her?”

he actually laughs out this point. “no, oh my god.”

“right,” i purse my lips, hand on my hip. “she’ll have to figure it out eventually.” i lean against the shower wall, shaking my head. “i just can’t imagine being with one person for the rest of my life. like just one person. what if they suck at sex? what if it’s not even good dick, and you married it?”

preston leans back to rinse out his hair, blinking back over at me as he straightens his stance. “so, you’re saying that even if it was really good sex, it’s still not worth being the only sex?”

“no,” i say flatly, arms crossed and leaning back against the wall. “i mean… no. i don’t think so. the idea of one person being the only person in my life forever is fucking horrifying enough as it is.” i pause, blinking back at him and tucking a finger under his chin. “‘cept you.”

preston actually blushes at that, but he covers it up quickly, responding by getting his hands at my hips, my back pressed to the wall. i feel that same dumbass thrill i still always get, the same thrum in my veins, twist in my stomach. “oh, that so?”

i grin, accomplished. “well, i mean, yeah. you’re the only person i really plan on being with me ’til i’m drooling into a cup and senile.”

“so that you can bully me and blaming it on old age.”

i kiss the tip of his nose. “precisely.”

he’s kissing my neck, then. slow and lazy and familiar. i walk him toward the showerhead so that i can rinse my hair, getting him caught under the water in the process, and i keep him there, arms around his neck, fingers scratching at his scalp.

we stay there until the water runs cold.

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OUAT Rewatch 1x06 “The Shepherd”

This review honestly sucked the life out of me. It was hard for me to put it together but I think I managed to put some coherency into my thoughts on this episode.

David’s personality was developed a lot in the flashbacks. We saw his core beliefs and his most important personality traits. We saw his compassion and bravery and his idealism. I love how he stood up to his mother in defense of his convictions but later threw them to the wind in order to protect her. Ruth also realized her mistake and apologized for it. She even encouraged him not to give up and lose hope that he’d find True Love. I really enjoy their relationship and the mutual love and respect between them and I wish we had seen more of Ruth.

With that said, some of the things in the flashbacks didn’t really make sense to me. For what we knew at the time, David didn’t know how to wield a sword but he managed to cut off the dragon’s head without problem (but considering the flashbacks from 4x02, I’ll let that slide). Also, he was standing right in front of the dragon (and that went on for good 10 seconds at least) and if it had any brain, it would have turned him to crisp at least twice for that time. But that wouldn’t have been convenient for the writers.

King George surprised me in this episode. I remembered him being an unemotional asshole but I think his grief for James was genuine here. I know he was worried about the gold too and later he acted like a complete dick towards David but I still think he actually loved James and missed him genuinely. Of course the fact that that’s never shown ever again makes you question it. And even that way you can’t deny that George did all of that for his kingdom. He wasn’t a good man but from what we saw here, he probably wasn’t that bad of a king.

James also surprised me here. He didn’t appear to be that big of an asshole in this episode either. He was a bit cocky after his ‘victory’ but not nearly as much as he is during his later appearances. And I would say that his confidence wasn’t unjustified. His men also seemed to respect him which is a factor worth considering. His death was very ironic though. “Next time make sure I’m dead.” If only he had listened to his own advice. That part annoyed me a bit with its stupidity.

Rumple was amazing again in this episode but his role was again a bit unclear for me. The writers never explained why he wanted fairy wands and I feel like they only gave him that motive because we already saw him kill Cinderella’s fairy godmother to get her wand. They needed him to make that deal with George and that seemed like a plausible enough motive that the audience wouldn’t question much given what we already saw. Well, bad news for you, writers, because I’m here to question the hell out of it. Also, I’m not quite sure how to interpret Gold’s reaction when David got his fake memories. He was obviously smug but why? I don’t think he gains anything from Mary Margaret and David being kept apart. The part with the ‘charming’ comment was brilliant though.

Emma and Henry were once again super cute in the only scene they got in this episode. David also got to interact with Emma for the first time although briefly. And later in the episode he was drawn to Emma’s mobile in Gold’s shop. I think that was really cute.

Mary Margaret and David were moving too fast for my taste. I know they felt a connection between them but he was awake for, what, two weeks or so at best? He didn’t even remember his life with Kathryn. How was he so certain that Mary Margaret was what he wanted? I know he didn’t want to wait for his memories to ‘come back’ because that could’ve never happened, but he still should’ve given himself more time to consider the situation carefully. He could’ve avoided hurting Mary Margaret.

On that note, it was cool to see Emma trying to protect Mary Margaret but also encouraging her to follow her heart when she thought it was the right thing to do. We see her take on the role of the protector in that relationship, the mother if you will, although in reality Mary Margaret is her mother. I think a bit of Emma’s realism provides good contrast to Mary Margaret’s hopeless romanticism and makes the relationship well-rounded. The whole situation was also very ironic though because Emma was actually keeping her parents apart and I think that served very well to show how much the Curse screwed them over.

In that train of thought, Regina once again played her cards well. She knew which strings to tug at with Mary Margaret to make her feel guilty and back off but I still don’t think that talk at Granny’s was a very smart move. In itself it wasn’t enough and it would’ve failed at keeping Mary Margaret and David apart had she not backed it up with giving David his cursed memories. That move was rather brilliant on her part and I love the way they used the windmill.

Also, we got some genuine Regina (in the first four minutes of the episode nonetheless). I love how you can’t really tell how much of her talk with Kathryn was real and how much was a part of her plan. She seemed genuinely happy about having a friend in Kathryn’s face though and I must say that I enjoy their friendship even though a lot of it was just pretense on Regina’s part. I really would’ve liked to see her apologize to Kathryn once the Curse broke. Also, their friendship seemed a bit rushed in here just like Mary Margaret and David’s relationship and that undermined its credibility a bit. The writers didn’t give it time to develop properly in order to be more believable.

Talking about rushed things, I didn’t quite understand Emma’s reaction when she learned about Graham and Regina. I know it hurts when you’re lied to (btw where was her superpower at when Graham lied to her?) but she looked so betrayed. I know they were trying to set up some ground for their relationship in the next episode but we hadn’t really seen that much of them for it to make sense in this one.

I liked that Whale wanted to apologize to Mary Margaret but the “If you can get over it, you know where to find me” part kinda ruined it. You can tell he just wanted to sleep with her. I still kinda enjoyed their interactions though and what happened really paid off in season 2 when David learned about it and punched Whale. That was hilarious so...

I noticed some foreshadowing here too. “Remember what happened to Frederick” clearly references 1x13. “Magic can do much but not that” is exactly what Rumple said to Regina in 2x05.

Favorite scene: David saying goodbye to Ruth. It was a very sweet scene although a sad one. It really showed the depth of their relationship and to what lengths they were ready to go in order to protect each other. And even during their last time together, Ruth managed to give him hope in the form of the ring. I love how that ring already carries so much meaning and it’s only been six episodes.

Least favorite scene: Mary Margaret and David’s meeting at the toll bridge. That was very shitty on David’s part. The honorable thing to do would’ve been not to lead Mary Margaret on. He should’ve waited to get his shit together before parading his love for her. He also gave fake hope to Kathryn with that decision of his and that led to him hurting them both. Way to go, David.

Favorite line: “As poor as we are, love is one thing I can afford.” - David to Ruth

Least favorite line: “Smile, son. You’re on the road to True Love.” - George to David

I understand his determination to marry David to Abigail but that line was just cruel and unnecessary and all it accomplished was to make David hate him more.

This episode focused more on building David’s character both in the Enchanted Forest and in Storybrooke (they managed to make some contrast between the two personalities) instead of focusing on the story. I don’t like the direction in which we’re headed with the love triangle. I dreaded it the first time around and it really makes me question my decision to rewatch the show (you can tell how much I hate it). I’m not particularly fond of this episode. I think it was a bit scattered in its storytelling. What I really liked was some of the dynamics throughout the episode although a lot of them weren’t fleshed out nearly enough. The big surprise in this episode for me was the positivity it caused in me towards George and James. I really didn’t expect that but I’m glad it happened. I’m looking forward to the next episode. There’s a reason why it’s special for me and I can’t wait to watch it.

#ouat rewatch #ouat #once upon a time #season 1 #1x06 #the shepherd #operation end

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Life of the Movie Party

Prompt: Writing prompts #13: “Um, it’s not exactly a party … but you can come anyway, if you want.”

Fandom: Be More Chill

Pairing: Jeremy Heere X Reader

Summary: You hear your friends Michael and Jeremy making plans with lots of snacks and you can’t help but be curious. Good thing Jeremy just happens to have a giant crush on you and Michael is an awesome wingman.

Word Count: 3,035

Warnings: Some language? Mr. Heere in his bathrobe? Nothing really.

A/N: This takes place like pre-squip? I mentioned a few different movies, I tried to stick to the classics that most people have seen or heard of, but I don’t go into detail about them, so it’s fine if you haven’t seen them (definitely recommend them though). I don’t really know how this turned out, it’s my first time writing for Jeremy, so feedback would be appreciated! Thanks!

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The day had actually got off to a pretty good start. You had enough time to eat breakfast that morning, and finished all of your homework last night, so you got to relax during your free period. It was probably the best day at school you’ve had for a while, and the fact that you had Friday off because of some teacher work day thing made the week even better. Especially since it was Thursday.

As you got your lunch and made your way to the table your two friends, Michael and Jeremy, were sitting at, you saw them talking excitedly about something. Setting down your tray and taking a seat across from the pair you tune into the conversation and hear a list of food.

“Chips, salsa, onion dip, and guac. Can’t forget guac. Um... “ Michael lists, counting on his fingers. “I can bring Takis, and some ice cream. Maybe some M&Ms. And definitely some slushies.”

“Damn, sounds like you guys are in for a night. Is Jeremy Heere hosting a party?” you tease, taking a bite of your lunch. Jeremy’s cheeks darken slightly and he starts to say something before closing his mouth and clearing his throat and starting again.

“Um, it’s not exactly a party … but you can come anyway, if you want.” He nervously rubs the back of his neck and Michael fails to hide a smirk.

“Alright, when should I bring brownies and cookies?” you ask, leaning forward onto your arms.

Jeremy starts to say something, but Michael cuts him off with a knowing look. “Be at his house,” he says gesturing towards Jerm, “sometime Friday before 1.”

“And what are we doing?”

“Movie Marathon. Make sure to bring a couple of your favorites, but they have to be sci-fi. We have to stick to the theme.” Michael said, taking a sip of his milk. You nod and Jeremy bites his lip, staring attentively at his lunch.

Michael talks about some of the movies he’s bringing and that seems to bring Jeremy back to the present. He interjects into the conversation and you brainstorm some of the movies you could bring. Listing off a few of your favorites, they all seem to be acceptable to the pair and so you move back to the food you can bring.

“Well I was going to drop Jerm off to go grocery shopping after school so he can pick up supplies. He’s the host after all.”

“Do you think I could go with you? To the grocery store? I need to pick up some supplies if I’m going to be baking tonight.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” Michael says, when Jeremy’s eyes widen. Kicking him under the table, “I’m sure he would be glad to have the company. I know how much you hate shopping alone, right Jer?” he asks with a pointed look.

“Y-yeah, I-I mean… I’m sure it’ll go by faster with company,” Jeremy splutters out before taking a big bite of his food. You nod and plan to meet the boys at the PT Cruiser after school. Then lunch is over and you’re off to your next class, mind full of thoughts of which recipe to get ingredients for.

The end of the day finally comes and you race to the Cruiser, list of needed ingredients in hand. You greet the boys before hopping in the backseat. The ride is mostly silent except for the Oasis playing through Michael’s speakers. You bob around to the beat and sing along with the two when “Wonderwall” starts playing.

Dropping you and Jerm off in front of the grocery store, he says he can come pick you back up in an hour to take you home. When you ask if he just wants to come in and help, he’s adamant that he would be of no help and pulls away before you can respond. After a quick wave, you turn to Jeremy and gesture to the front door.

“Shall we?” you ask. He gives a stiff nod and you grab a grocery cart, pushing it into the store. Walking past the produce you first head to the baking aisle. He trails behind you as you grab some of the things you need before turning to him. “What do you need? Everything else I want to grab is cold and should be left for last. So, you’re turn?” you say, stepping back from the cart allowing him to push.

He just nods again and starts pushing the cart, heading towards the cracker and chip aisle. Picking up some Ritz crackers and some Teddy Grahams. You also head down the candy aisle to grab some sweets. There isn’t much conversation as you make your way down the aisles, but it feels like Jeremy starts to relax more the longer you spend together. Soda is also grabbed before you finally head towards the cold section, where you split up and head to opposite sides.

You grab some milk while Jerm looks at cheese, and you put it in the cart before getting some eggs and cream cheese. You’re contemplating grabbing some whipped cream when Jeremy pushes the cart up behind you. Glancing at him, you can’t help but notice how sweet he looks just pushing a grocery cart, buying groceries. So domestic. Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you decide to get the whipped cream, and toss it in.

“That’s everything I need. Are you good?” he asks, looking between you and the cart. You nod and you make your way to the checkout. Deciding on self-checkout so you can split up the things you bought, you have a little bit of a hard time with the automated process, but Jerm helps you and you feel your cheeks heat up when his hand brushes yours a few times.

It didn’t help that one little old lady who decided to use the self checkout next to you complimented you two. “Aw, you make such a sweet couple!” she crooned, unpacking her groceries onto the shelf. You and Jeremy’s faces heated up and you just grabbed your bags and left with mumbled thanks.

You walk out of the store, groceries in hand just as Michael pulls up. He has a smug smile on his face and you give him a skeptical look as you put your groceries in the trunk and in the backseat. Climbing in, Weezer is now coming through the speakers as he drives you home.

Dropping you off with a wave and a reminder to be at Jeremy’s at one, you head inside your house and get to work baking. You make the brownies first, and then move on to cookies. You decide to make a few different kinds, just for some variety. Soon sugar and chocolate chip cookies lined your counter and you knew you would have enough for three teenagers.

You let them cool off while you made the frosting. Then you decorated the sugar cookies with the sweet topping and some sprinkles just for show. Carefully packing them up in a few containers you went to bed, excited for your date tomorrow. It’s not a date, stop thinking about it like that right now before you embarrass yourself. Technically it was a date on the calendar though, so you just told your brain to shut up.

Sleeping in the next morning, you get up when the birds just won’t shut up outside your window. Taking a shower to wake yourself up, you feel refreshed and ready for a lazy day of nothing but badass space and cool foreign creatures. You decide to grab Back to the Future, Jurassic Park, along with a few other ones that weren’t as popular but just as good.

Ensuring you have everything you need, movies, food, blankets and a pillow, you make the trek to Jeremy’s house. Arriving a few minutes before one, you knock on the door and are soon met with Mr. Heere in his signature bathrobe.

“Oh! (Y/N)! I didn’t know you were coming to movie day,” he adjusted his robe, “The boys are in the basement, so feel free to head down.” But then he noticed the baked goods in your arms. “I can stick some of those in the kitchen if you want, I’m sure you guys will want to save some of them for later.” He grabs one of the containers from you and ushers you in, pointing towards the basement stairs before hurrying off to do whatever it is he does.

Shaking your head, you heave out a sigh before heading down. As you descend the stairs you hear Michael and Jeremy talking. “Hello?” you call out, announcing yourself. The conversation ceases, and then Jeremy enters your line of sight, a smile lighting up his face.

“Hey,” he calls, grabbing some of the containers from you, setting them off with the other snacks. Michael comes over and inspects the movies you brought and nods at your selections. Jeremy comes and looks and his smile grows. “Nice choices, now we just have to vote for which one we want first.”

He shows you the pile that he and Michael had created and you each pick your favorite out of the pile, then drew straws for whose pick would be watched first. Michael’s pick was first, and you all settled in to watch Jurassic Park. Snacking on cheese and crackers and some of the cookies you brought, you watched as the T. Rex proved it was the king of beasts.

You all made comments throughout the movie, pointing out certain stupid tropes, complementing the special effects, and mimicking characters. Who would have thought that the best way to start a discussion about Jurassic Park would be to call it ‘next level zookeeping’ leading to the google search of the definition of ‘zookeeper’ and devolving from there into speculation of what science was really capable of. To put it mildly, you discussed this long after the credits.

After the first movie, and the following discussion, you took a bathroom and stretch break. You also tried to get your watching positions perfect by moving all of the cushions into one pile. Jeremy’s pick was next and he chose Lost in Space which was an ultimate classic. It was during that movie that you dug into the Takis Michael brought, and the guacamole for the chips.

The discussion after that movie was a little more frightening due to the fact that space travel was becoming an ever more present possibility. Especially with the 2020 mission to Mars being planned and Elon Musk’s ever growing repertoire of space vehicles and other technology. Then it devolved into the argument of alien life, which got a little hairy.

By the time the debate ended it was early evening. Letting out a yawn, you stretched and took another short break. Then it was time for your pick. Grabbing your choice, you stick it in the DVD player and settle in. About halfway through the movie, Mr. Heere comes down to check on you and see what you guys want for dinner. Pizza is the consensus and he leaves to go place the order, but not before complimenting you on your baking skills.

The movie starts again, and the pizza arrives right before the big climactic scene near the end of the film. Munching away as the movie reaches its peak action, you realize that this is probably the best marathon you’ve had, and it was definitely due to the company and the riveting, albeit silly, analysis.

When the movie was finally over, Michael had to head home. Saying goodbye, he left the basement. Turning to Jeremy you ask, “What movie do you want to watch now?” He splutters a little bit while sifting through the pile, unsure of what to choose. Finally he settles on Serenity, the movie that supposedly tied up the Firefly series. Nodding in agreement, he puts it in and you settle in once more.

As the movie plays, you feel your eyes start to get heavier and heavier, your full stomach and comfortableness acting against you. As you doze off, you feel a source of heat wrap around you and you can’t help but try to get closer to it, snuggling into the cozy being.

When you hear a loud noise, you’re startled awake. Blinking in confusion at your surroundings, you remember that you were at Jeremy’s house. You feel something tug on your waist and you realize that Jeremy’s arm is wrapped around you. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you try to get out of his grip, but find that he only pulls you closer with each failed attempt.

Letting out a sigh you know that you’ll have to wake him up if you want to move, but Jeremy just looks too peaceful to disturb. So you just return to your previous position and try to rest again. It’s easier than you thought it would be, and soon enough find yourself asleep again.

The next time you wake up, you can’t help the groan in protest that escapes you. You have no idea what time it is, but you assume it’s early with how groggy you feel. But you are soon wide awake when you feel the arm still around your waist. Turning to Jeremy it only causes him to pull you closer, nose burying into your neck.

You can’t help the squeak that escapes you, freezing at the contact. Jerm doesn’t seem to stir at the sound that released from you, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You try to relax back into his arms, but find it almost impossible with the nerves that slowly start to take over. You feel yourself stiffen even further, but Jeremy seems to subconsciously notice this and rubs at your waist in a soothing motion.

This calms you some and your eyes soon feel heavy again. Finding yourself snuggling back into Jeremy you fall asleep in his arms for the second time. That rest doesn’t last for long however, when you hear him groan in your ear what seems to be only a few minutes later. He wipes at his bleary eyes and is snapped back to reality when he realizes what position he’s in. Starting to shift nervously, you’re jostled awake with a small whine. Jerm freezes as you start to get up, but after you move away slightly, he rushes up saying something about breakfast, then he’s gone up the basement steps.

You let out a yawn and stretch your muscles before checking your phone. You have a text from your parents saying that Mr. Heere called and said you had passed out during the marathon and that you were welcome to stay the night. ‘Just a little check-in text in the morning when you get up please’ was all it meant, and you complied with a simple ‘Good morning’.

Yawning once more, you make your way up the stairs and head to Jeremy’s kitchen where he seems to be making pancakes, toast, and bacon. Giving him a tired smile, you take a seat at his kitchen table, resting your head in your hands as you wait. The smell of the food is driving you crazy, and your stomach seems to voice your thoughts to your dismay. Jeremy gives a small chuckle and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“It’s almost done. Do you want some juice or milk or anything?” You nod and he grabs you a glass as you poke around his fridge for some beverage. You gesture if he wants anything and grabs the juice you hand him, pouring some for himself. He hands you a plate before grabbing his own and sitting next to you at the table.

You eat in relative silence, and you actually get up for seconds which makes Jeremy smile. When you’re both done, you sit and finish your drinks and start to talk about some of the movies you watched and expanded on some of the theories and debates you had last night. Soon you’re laughing and joking and it’s just really peaceful. That is, until Mr. Heere enters the kitchen in only his robe again.

Jeremy’s cheeks burn as he tries to motion his dad out of the room, but as you glance at the time you realize that you should probably head home. When you bring this up to Jerm he seems somewhat happy, but also disappointed. He goes with you to the basement and helps you pack up the stuff you brought before walking you to the door. “Thanks for inviting me to movie day,” you say with a smile as you step outside, “I’ll text you later!” But as you’re about to walk down his front steps he calls out to you.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)? Would you maybe, I don’t know, want to catch another movie with me on Sunday? Like, at the theater?” He starts rubbing at his neck nervously. After a brief pause he starts, “Y’know, forg--”

But you cut him off with an excited, “I’d love to! Um, swing by my house at 7? We can see that new one you’ve been excited about.” He seems shocked but still nods his head. Nodding in return you continue on your way down the path with a call over your shoulder of, “See you then Jeremy!” And then you were gone.

Jeremy shakes his head to himself. I can’t believe I actually did it. I asked (Y/N) on a date. Hell yeah! I can’t wait to tell Michael! Then he’s rushing to the phone to talk to his friend. Michael likes to say that he was the reason you two got together, and he’s partially right, but in the end it was really the movies that were the catalyst since you shared your first kiss in the movie theater that weekend.

Movie dates became a staple of your relationship after that, Jerm holding you in his arms as you watched. Snuggling and cuddling was also a fundamental part of that, so it just seemed right to curl up on the couch and just exist together for awhile. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Dreaming Out Loud

Chapter 14:

The Dreamscape

Emma tried to put a smile on her face, as she found herself in the Dreamscape once again. It had been a rough night to say the least. Mary and David had been there for her and she was grateful for that. David had comforted her as much as he could without raising suspicions from those around them. Right now though, Emma needed her parents as badly as ever. But she was torn, for she hated to spoil their happiness they usually enjoyed in the Dreamscape. But her fake smile couldn't fool her parents.

"Emma...honey, what's wrong?" Snow called, as she spotted her daughter. The blonde couldn't hold it back any longer and collapsed into tears, alarming Snow and Charming greatly. They rushed to their daughter and enveloped her in their embrace. Charming cradled her head, as she cried on Snow's shoulder.

"Sweetheart...what's wrong?" Snow asked. Emma sniffed and pulled back from them.

"Do you remember the Huntsman?" she asked, though she knew the answer.

"Of course. He saved our lives and defied the Queen," Charming replied.

"He sacrificed his heart for mine," Snow added.

"Yeah...well in Storybrooke, his name is...was Graham and he was the Sheriff," Emma said.

"Was?" Snow squeaked.

"He remembered, Mom. He got his memories back and then he just...died right there in front of me," Emma cried.

"Oh no...oh honey…" Snow cried, as she cradled her daughter in her arms.

"She did this...didn't she?" Charming asked. Emma nodded.

"I think so. She still had his heart...all this time," she replied.

"It seems like every time I make a little progress, Regina just strikes back and I feel like we take two steps back," Emma confessed.

"Oh Princess...I wish we could be there with you," Charming soothed.

"You will be. She's not going to get away with this," Emma growled.

"No...she's not. I know when things like this happen that it seems like darkness will win. But it won't; it just fools you into thinking it will," he reminded. She nodded and took comfort in her father's words. And for now, she was content to let her parents hold her, as they had all her life in her dreams.

Two days later

As Emma awoke on the morning of the second day since Graham's death, she knew what was ahead of them on that day. The entire town was mourning their Sheriff and was going to be nearly shut down to turn out for his funeral in just a few hours.

Breakfast was meager, as none of them were really very hungry and once they were all ready, they left for the cemetery.

Mary Margaret drove them in her station wagon and they arrived within just a few minutes to what was already a large gathering around the burial site.

Emma took a deep breath and clenched her fist and tried to prepare herself for the emotional roller coaster she was about to embark on. She felt two hands on her shoulder and saw David and Mary flanking her.

"Are you ready?" Mary asked softly. She nodded.

"We're right beside you every step of the way," David added, as she started toward the gathering. David slid his arm around Mary's waist and she leaned into his comforting embrace, as they followed her.

When they arrived at the burial site, to someone paying attention, they would have noticed the positively murderous looks that passed between Regina and Emma. The blonde clenched her fist, wanting nothing more than to lash out at Regina for what she had done. But she couldn't, mostly because no one would believe such wild things could be true; save for a few. And she was the law enforcement in this town now. She had to keep a cool head and show the people that she was more than capable of stepping into Graham's shoes.

The ceremony began and Emma barely heard a word, as a few people spoke and then Mother Superior led them through a prayer. A processional of people proceeded to toss white roses on the casket, except her parents. She noticed they had specifically picked snowdrops. The curse couldn't take everything away, for they were still her mother's favorite. Mary could never quite understand her aversion to roses, even innocently de-thorned white ones, but there was a bone deep urge in her to avoid them at all costs. Now Emma was more determined than ever to break this curse. Only then would everyone know what really happened to Graham. Only then would everyone regain what was taken from them. Only then would they be the family they always should have been. And only then would Regina pay for everything she had done.

They didn't linger too long at the grave site and found themselves following Gold and Belle to the diner for the wake. That was where Regina decided to approach them just outside the diner on Granny's outdoor patio.

"We need to talk, Miss Swan," Regina stated, as she and Sidney approached.

"Do I have a choice?" Emma drawled sarcastically, causing Regina to purse her lips in annoyance.

"This conversation doesn't require any of you," the Mayor hissed.

"Well, I'm going to tell them anyway, so you might as well just spit it out, Mayorzilla," Emma retorted. Regina clenched her teeth and then slowly let out a breath, as her demeanor turned smug.

"I'd like you to meet your new boss," she stated, gesturing to Sidney. Emma frowned.

"What?" she asked.

"I have appointed Sidney Glass as our new Sheriff," she announced.

"A reporter as a Sheriff. There's nothing that could go wrong there," Gold commented sarcastically.

"You can't do that!" Emma exclaimed. Regina smirked.

"I can and I have," she replied.

"I was Graham's deputy. I should succeed him!" Emma protested.

"And I highly question your qualifications," Regina retorted.

"Oh but you hire this guy? Storybrooke's biggest gossip weasel?!" Emma shouted, quickly drawing attention.

"I would watch your temper, deputy," Sidney purred, as his eyes roamed over all of them. It was that exact moment that David remembered exactly where he had seen this individual back in their land. He hadn't put it together at first, for he had never actually seen this man with a body. He was the entity in Regina's magic mirror. The reason that he and Snow had covered every single looking glass in their palace.

"Actually...if two people want the job, there has to be an election, I believe," a voice chimed in and all attention turned to the pretty brunette beside Mr. Gold.

"Excuse me?" Regina hissed and Gold gave her a death glare that would have made most people cringe away.

"I was reading the town charter when David asked me about the old mining tunnels and certain positions in the town leadership must be settled with an election if more than one candidate wants the job. The Mayor actually doesn't have the power to pick one over the other," Belle stated. David hid a smirk by pressing his lips against Mary's hair, disguising it as a kiss. Gold didn't hide his mirth though and chuckled outright.

"Belle is most certainly correct. If both Mr. Glass and Miss Swan want the job, then there must be an election. The people will decide who our new Sheriff will be," Gold agreed. Regina had never missed being able to rip people's hearts out more than at that moment and the look on her face was almost comical. But she managed to keep her composure and her rage remained contained; albeit barely.

"Fine...if it is an election you want, then it is an election you shall have," she purred.

"Then may the best candidate be victorious," Sidney added.

"You should save time then and just let Emma have it," David chimed in.

We're leaving Henry," she snapped angrily, as she stalked off. Henry gave them a sad look and reluctantly followed his furious mother, as Sidney slithered away as well.

"I was sure it was going to happen. I was sure that vein in her neck was going to pop this time," Mary quipped, making them all laugh, even Gold, as they went inside the diner.

Approximately 3 years before the Dark Curse

As Hades returned to the Emerald palace with Zelena, he took a moment to appreciate the decor. Sure, in the Underworld, with magic, he could conjure just about anything. But it was still the Underworld. Not even the finest decor could change that.

Zelena approached the viewing pool

"So your wife is the fairest of them all?" Zelena asked. He smirked.

"That is the term that was coined, centuries ago. It used to make Aphrodite livid, but it is true. I was once infatuated with Persephone and in my angry youth, I abducted her for my own. I knew how much it would piss Zeus off. She may not be his daughter, but he thinks of her as such," Hades explained.

"Hmmm...I always read that she was his daughter," she mentioned. He smirked.

"You can't believe everything in the mortal account of all our exploits. Some of it's true, but a lot of it is highly exaggerated," he said.

"So that part where you...forced Persephone into your bed?" she asked tactlessly. But he took it in stride.

"I was very angry and brazen in my youth. But then she betrayed me with that mortal prince," he hissed.

"I am a mortal," she reminded. He smiled.

"Oh, my you my dear are extraordinary among mortals," he said. She smirked.

"And even though you now want me, you still want to make your current Queen pay for her betrayal," Zelena replied. He smirked.

"I knew you'd understand my need for revenge. Show me this Princess they say is the fairest of them all," he said. Zelena smirked and waved her hand. Her viewing pool rippled and the image of a woman in tattered rags, wearing a hood and carrying a bow, but her back was to them.

"This ragamuffin is the fairest of them all?" he drawled. But that's when she turned and Hades took an audible gasp. It was uncanny and he did a double take. Those raven tresses, that skin white as snow, lips red a rubies, and the eyes. Yes, it was the emerald eyes that gave her away.

"Yes...this is Snow White. She was a princess, until my sister chased her out of her own castle. She wants her head on a spike, so you have that in common," Zelena commented.

"Oh my dear Persephone...I should have known. Only you would name your little halfbreed such a pretentious name," he hissed.

"Thank you Zelena. I must return to the Underworld for a time now. I have a message to get to my right hand. He will be as pleased as I am that we have finally found her," Hades said.

The diner was buzzing with the news that there would soon be an election for Sheriff. Mary and Belle were already deep in conversation about Emma's campaign with Ruby and Granny at the counter, leaving Emma, Gold, David, and Jefferson at a table out of earshot.

"Is that your second basket of onion rings?" Jefferson commented.

"Don't judge me," she warned, as she continued to polish them off.

"Emma...you're going to do great. Anyone that would vote for Sidney Glass needs their head examined," David said.

"Maybe if people weren't cursed...but I'm the outsider here. Not to mention that my past is far from squeaky clean," she replied.

"The people will see that you're the best person for the job," David insisted.

"I hate to rain on your parade, chisel chin, but Regina will play dirty and if that doesn't work, she'll cheat," Jefferson warned. David sighed.

"Then what do you suggest? We can't let Sidney Glass run the Sheriff's department," he said.

"We might have to play dirty in return," Gold muttered. Emma eyed him wearily.

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that," she replied.

"Like it or not, in a cursed Storybrooke, Regina still runs this town. The ones that don't follow her blindly will follow her out of fear," Gold said.

"Not to mention that they aren't even questioning why a healthy thirty-year old man just dropped dead. I mean, Regina didn't even invent a plausible cause of death for him. An aneurysm or something. But just plain heart failure...and no one blinks an eye," Jefferson complained.

"They're cursed...so it makes sense. Doesn't Granny have a heart attack like once a year, because Ruby tries to leave and the curse just repeats? No one seems to question that either," Emma commented.

"Guess you have a point," Jefferson agreed.

"So...what do you have in mind to help Emma win?" David asked, steering them back to that topic..

"The less you know the better," Gold stated vaguely, as Belle and Mary returned to the table.

"We think we have a good design for your campaign posters," Mary announced.

"Already?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Belle said, as she looked at Gold.

"Do you think we can go by the print shop on the way home to put in the order?" she asked. He smirked.

"Of course," he agreed.

"Great...then tomorrow we can start putting them up all over town. Will you help me?" Mary asked to David and he responded with a kiss to her cheek.

"Anything for you...and Emma," he agreed.

"I think I'm getting a cavity," Jefferson deadpanned, as Emma got up.

"Where are you going?" Mary asked.

"I think I'm going to head to the station for a while," Emma replied, noticing the worried look on the raven haired beauty's face. So she gave her a small smile.

"I'm fine...I promise. You and David go home and I'll see you later," she assured.

Persephone found herself wandering the town that evening, lost in thought. She had learned a great deal since her arrival, as she watched the cursed citizens of this town. Regina had far less control than she would have thought. It seemed her granddaughter's arrival had pulled on one loose thread and began to unravel her supposed perfect revenge. It was a good thing, but she still worried, for she knew it would make the Queen even more desperate to regain a handle on things. That meant her actions would be unpredictable and there was no telling what horror she had had in the works for her family.

There was Deimos or Damon, as he was known here, to complicate things as well. One attack on her daughter would certainly lead to another and the next one would be even bolder. She knew for certain she had to take some sort of pre-emptive strike against him. But without magic, that wasn't exactly an easy thing to do.

She had gathered one surprising fact though and was shocked to realize her son-in-law was fully awake. The fact that the Queen hadn't noticed yet told that she was still too wrapped up in all her other problems to realize it. But she knew it wouldn't be long.

As she stopped on the street, she saw a light on in the shop and debated the same thing she had all day. That was whether or not to reveal herself to the Dark One. Normally, she wouldn't even entertain such an idea, but she was aware of David's partnership with him and the Hatter. They were working together toward a common goal and perhaps it was time she joined that cause. Making any deal with this man could backfire, but if David was able to get past his dark deeds, then she was willing to entertain the idea as well. After all, many of his actions involved doing such for his lost child. As much as she loathed to admit, they were probably not so different.

So with the decision finally made, the Queen of the Underworld marched toward the shop and ignored the closed sign, as she walked right in. The man behind the counter didn't look surprised by her arrival in the least, which was unnerving to say the least.

"Persephone," he greeted.

"Rumpelstiltskin," she greeted in return.

"I'll admit, I was surprised when I realized you were here," he said.

"Yes...well, I went through twenty-eight years without a glimpse of my sweet Snow. And then, one day, it was like someone flipped a switch and there she was again. I could finally see her again and all her surroundings. And I decided that Zeus' accursed rules weren't going keep me from her any longer," she explained. He smirked.

"I'll admit, I would love to see the tantrum Hades threw when he became aware of your escape," he mentioned. She allowed herself a small smirk.

"If we're lucky, his blue hair lit the rest of him one fire," she joked, as she suddenly became captivated by the unicorn mobile before her.

"If I had to guess, it is Emma's arrival that allowed you to see into Storybrooke," he said. She nodded.

"I knew I had to find a way here when I saw Deimos attack my little snow drop. I do not like to entertain what would have happened had David not been there," she said.

"Then you are aware your son-in-law is awake?" he asked.

"It is the only reason I would come to you. If there is one thing I know about my Snow's husband, it is that he would never do anything to endanger her or Emma. That means you can be trusted...to a point," she replied. He smirked.

"Your son-in-law and I want the same thing. The curse broken and our families back," he stated simply.

"And I want that too. I want to finally know my daughter and I want to destroy Deimos once and for all," she stated in return.

"I hope you have more information than I do then. Because when I gave Snow and Charming the information that he could be killed during the blood moon, it was to eliminate the very real threat he became," he said.

"The threat that you created," she accused.

"Because you told me of the contract Hades had for my second born child if there should ever be one," he countered.

"I did that so no other child would be ripped from their parents like my Snow was from me! And it still happened! Emma was ripped away too by your curse!" she cried.

"The curse was needed so I could find my son," he hissed.

"Do not pretend you would not have done the same if it was Snow that was lost. You just defied Hades and Zeus to come after her," he reminded. She sobered and let the tension ebb away slightly.

"Fighting does not get us anywhere," she stated.

"No...it doesn't," he agreed.

"We must work together," she said.

"I agree, but there are a few things I'd like to know. This dreamscape…" he said.

"Yes...that was me, at Morpheus' request. I have...favor with him and he gifted the dreamscape to my family," she explained.

"And Deimos? Because I went to great lengths to make sure Snow and Charming killed that nuisance. How did he come back from that?" he questioned.

"My...Hades is responsible for that. I can tell you exactly how Deimos was revived," she said, preparing to tell him the tale...

Mary's eyes fluttered open, as their lips parted again. They lay tangled beneath the bedsheets, bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, as he caressed her beautiful face.

"That I'm so happy," she replied and he smiled.

"That's good," he said, but noticed the pensive look on her face.

"Isn't it?" he asked.

"I...I guess I just feel guilty for feeling so happy while Emma is so sad. I mean, I'm sad for Graham too, but not like she is. I think she had feelings for him," she confessed.

"Emma would never begrudge us our happiness," he reminded.

"I know...it just makes me wonder how long it can last. Graham was taken from her. What if you're taken from me?" she fretted.

"Mary…" he started to say.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I keep getting this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach sometimes," she tried to explain.

"Your feelings are never crazy. Tell me," he requested, as he held her close, their bare limbs still entangled beneath the bedclothes.

"Being with you is like something out of a dream, except for the first time that I can remember in my life...I'm awake. You make me happier than I ever dreamed I could be and that's when I get this terrible feeling in my gut that something is going to take you away," she confessed.

"My darling...I wish there was something I could do to convince you that nothing is going to take me away from you," he said, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Believe me, I wish I could shake these uncertain feelings. Being in your arms helps though," she replied, as she pressed her lips to his.

"Then I'm going to make sure that's where you always are," he replied, as he held her close and she managed to fall asleep against him. He gently stroked her naked back and stared at the ceiling. If Regina had her way, they would be torn apart. He clenched his fist. No...he wouldn't let that happen, not again.

"Never again, my love," he quietly promised, before he finally managed to join her in sleep.

The Dreamscape

In the dreamscape, Snow and Charming spent their time until Emma came by walking together along the well worn, mysterious pathway in this dream world. They didn't know who had created this beautiful place, but outside the residence that served as their home in this place, there was a gorgeous fountain surrounded by a garden alive with flora, especially snow drops and a pathway they had taken many walks together.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"About how we used to walk like this with Emma between us when she was little. I can still hear her laughter when you used to run around and play with her," Snow mentioned.

"And then we would gather her in our arms and tell her stories about our adventures and our friends," he recalled.

"We'd watch her sleep against your chest and then you would hold me while I cried when she faded away, because she awakened before us," she mentioned, as he folded her into his arms.

"I know we are lucky to have this place; that she could have grown up without knowing us at all, but I want to be there for our daughter when she is awake! I want to experience her life and not her dreams! I want to actually wake up with you as we used to," she cried, as he held her.

"And we will, my darling. I promise. Emma will break the curse, I know it. Please have faith," he pleaded. She sniffed.

"I will...listen to me. How selfish am I? We have so much and I wish for more," she lamented.

"You are not selfish. Wanting the things that were stolen from us is not selfish. We can be grateful for what we do have and still want what should rightfully be ours," he reminded, as they saw their beautiful, grown daughter emerge from the mist.

"Emma…" Snow called, as she ran to them, like she had many times as a girl and still did as a woman. They enveloped her in their arms and Charming cradled her head, as he always did.

"I'm okay, Mom," she assured, as she heard her mother sniff.

"But I know how hard today must have been for you and I couldn't be there to hold you through it," Snow cried. Emma saw how broken her mother seemed and decided it was time to share just a little of her life in Storybrooke.

"That's not completely true," she stated. Snow and Charming looked at her expectantly.

"I haven't told you a lot of what's going on in Storybrooke, because I know how hard this is. To be here, but not there for me when I'm so close. But...in Storybrooke, we're friends. I actually live with your counterpart," Emma confessed.

"You do?" she asked. Emma nodded.

"You both were there for me during the funeral. It was exactly the same, but I wasn't alone. I'm not alone anymore," she replied, bringing smiles to their faces.

"That's wonderful…" Snow said, as she suddenly started to fade.

"Snow…" David called. Not enough time had passed for it be morning already.

"I...something's happening. I'm waking up," Snow called, as he disappeared.

"Mom!" Emma called, as David put his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sure she'll be back soon," he said, as he felt funny too now.

"I think you're waking up too, Dad," Emma said.

"I...I hear your mother...she's crying out…" he said in alarm.

"I think her counterpart is having a nightmare, so it would make sense that yours is waking up," she explained.

"But that would mean…" he started to say, but then faded away. Emma smiled slightly, knowing they would be back.

"It means you're together," she said into the mist.

It was true that Mary never remembered her dreams, but there had always been impressions of something wonderful. She never remembered ever having any nightmares, so it came as a complete surprise when she awoke screaming that she had indeed not only had the most horrible dream, but she remembered every detail with frightening clarity.

"Mary...Mary, it's okay. I'm here...I'm here…" he pleaded, as she broke down sobbing in his arms as soon as she saw his face. He held her hysterical form and slowly rocked her, while rubbing a soothing hand along her back.

"Mary...please talk to me," he pleaded.

"David...oh David…" she cried.

"Shh...I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he assured, as she finally pulled back and he cupped her tear stained face in his hands.

"It was horrible. I...I was in a strange place and it was like it wasn't me, but it was! I...I had long hair and I was searching for you," she tried to explain, as he listened intently.

"I think...maybe I was injured, because it hurt to walk and then I found you," she said, as the tears started falling again.

"My love…" he said, as he gently cradled her against him.

"You were lying on the floor in a pool of blood...so much blood. I pulled you into my arms and I kissed you...but you wouldn't wake up," she sobbed. He was stunned, as he realized that was not a nightmare, but a memory. And not just any memory, but one of Snow's. He obviously couldn't tell her that and for now, he had to treat it as what she thought it to be. A nightmare.

"Shh...it was only a bad dream, my darling. I'm here and you're in my arms," he reminded, as they settled back into bed. He held her and his soothing hand rubbing her back slowly lulled her back to sleep. He took a moment to think about what this could mean. If Mary was having Snow's memories, then that meant she was starting to remember their lives...didn't it? He could only hope, though he hated that her first memory to surface was such a traumatic one. He contemplated it for a few moments more, before finally joining her in slumber again...

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Courtship Isn’t That Easy || Self Para (Part 2)

Claire had Vidia coming to the Faction house every possible day to read up on the rules and history of the Guild. When she wasn't there, she was at school. There was nothing else in her life that could possibly fit into her schedule, not even another date with Rodney.

While in the library with Claire, Helen came over to pay a visit. “So, how are you?” Vidia looked up from the leather bound century old text and shrugged. “I heard you went out to dinner with a certain silent giant.”

“And?” Vidia didn't bother to look up. She could feel both, Claire and Helen, staring her down waiting for some sort of Vidia style response. She learned that sometimes she needed to tone it down in order to play their little mind games.

“Just curious,” Helen sounded disappointed. “Oh, and I just want to tell you that I saw Trina leaving his room last night and she didn't look like a woman who was turned down, if you know what I mean.”

“If you're trying to make me jealous, then you need to try harder. Rodney, like you two, is just training me. Whatever he does in his free time is his business,” Vidia forced a quick grin upon her face. She tried to not let it show that hearing Trina and Rodney slept together again after he tried so hard to take her out on a date hurt. It was for the better. Vidia spent ten years or so avoiding forming bonds. She wasn't entirely successful with her few friendships but she did succeed when it came to romantic love.

“Oh well,” Helen pushed away from the table. “Since you're free from Rodney, we can have another lesson this weekend, right? I was thinking Paris. We can all spend the weekend there.”

“I have to see about my quidditch schedule.” Vidia closed the book and got up. “But I'll let you know, okay?”

“Graham will be there,” Helen’s smile twinkled with innocent hope.

“Graham can choke on it,” then Vidia excused herself. She didn't have much of an excuse except that she needed a break. Claire didn't mind. Vidia was diligent with her studies. Guild history was much more interesting than History of Magic.

Vidia was walking through the corridors looking for something to pass the time when she spotted Chamise. “Hello, darling.”

“Hello Miss Petcher,” Vidia gave her a quick wave as the two slowed down to talk.

“Please, call me Chamise. How are you doing, Vidia?” The chocolate colored woman asked.

“Oh, I'm alright. Just taking a break from training. How are you?”

“I'm glad to hear that. I'm good. Thank you for asking,” Chamise seemed like a genuinely nice person. Vidia didn't have much to go on when it came to the older woman but after their few brief interactions, she felt Chamise wasn't much of a bullshit artist.

“Can I ask you something?” Chamise nodded. “Rodney and Trina? How long have they been a thing?”

“Well, Trina was brought in when she was eighteen. Rodney was only fifteen at the time but he was preparing for his initiation probably since he was born. So, he helped her a lot. He didn't start sleeping with her until he was eighteen though, if that's what you're trying to ask.” Vidia’s eyes widened. Everyone in that place had a skill to instantly detect bullshit. Vidia hoped it was some sort of talent earned with the initiation process.

“Nope. Not my intention. Not at all.”

“Sure,” Chamise said with a heavy dose of sarcasm. “He's in the main room. Guild Master is training him a bit today but I think I heard him saying they were almost done.”

Vidia pursed her lips and looked around. How did she end their conversation and go off to find Rodney to ask him about Trina? Vidia was starting to like everyone and she didn't want to be rude to one of the officers of the guild.

“You can go,” Chamise said those three words and Vidia was off in the direction of the main room.

The main room was littered with people. It took Vidia a minute or two to find Ridgewell and Rodney because they were seated on the far side. “Good afternoon Miss Ligeiro. Care to join us?”

“Good afternoon Guild Master Penneleigon, Rodney,” she gave him a small nod of recognition before sitting with the two men. “What are you guys doing?”

“We were training but now we are just sharing stories,” Rodney answered before Ridgewell.

“What kind of stories?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Rodney was just entertaining an old man with his very interesting love life. I, myself, never married. Never had the urge to,” Ridgewell commented. “Maybe Miss Ligeiro can offer some insight on your female companion issue Mr. Crowley.”

“I don't think so, sir,” Vidia protested.

“You're a female. You can offer a unique view.”

“Well, I took this girl out on a date. I thought it went well but she hasn't tried to talk to me or see me. She's busy so I don't want to be a nuisance but I don't know if it's that or a lack of interest. What do you think?”

“I would say that it's probably a little bit of both. Maybe she thinks you're still sleeping with someone else meanwhile you won't sleep with her.” Vidia let a smug expression proudly rest on her face.

“That's funny cause she actually did the same thing,” Rodney jabbed back.

“Well, are you?”

“Actually, I'm not,” They stared one another down while Ridgewell sat blissfully ignorant to what was going on.

“What about Trina?”

“What about her?”

“Someone saw her leaving your room.”

“She's an old friend. Her leaving my room doesn't mean we slept together.”

“How is she supposed to know that?”

“I didn't know there was a rumor circulating about it.”

“It wasn't just a rumor in the past.”

“Well, it is now.”

“Maybe you should just talk to her then.”

“Maybe she shouldn't be so busy.”

“Maybe she doesn't have much of a choice.”

“Maybe you should take this conversation elsewhere,” Ridgewell looked confused by the whole thing and their back and forth had began to attract attention of the other occupants in the room.

“Should we?” Rodney asked Vidia.

“No. I'm busy.” She got to her feet and stormed off.

***

N.E.W.T.s preparation was taking over Vidia’s life. While the thought of studying for the exams wasn't on her list of fun things to do, it was the only thing going on at the school.

The library at school was packed and the younger students were obnoxiously loud just asking for the wrath of Vidia to rain down on them. So, instead of getting expelled for hexing a first year to the ceiling, which did sound like a promising alternative to studying, she went into town to the Hogsmeade Library, which usually wasn't too packed.

The old wooden door creaked open as Vidia entered. Surely, the old librarian hissed at the same time for silence. Vidia rolled her eyes and headed for the tables.

“Studying?” Vidia flew from her seat when a voice came from behind her. Her scowl settled on Rodney’s grin. “Can we talk?”

“You always want to talk. Go away,” then she turned back toward her book.

Rodney leaned in so he could whisper, “I'm not sleeping with Trina. I figured I should tell you that.”

“I'm not-” the Librarian hissed at Vidia again and cut her off. She looked around for a place they could talk. She spotted a research room that seemed to be vacant. “Come on before we get hexed into oblivion.”

Vidia peeked her head into the room before entering. It was empty, like she thought. The old oak desk had a light coating of dust from infrequent use. There were books scattered around the room and parchment scrolls that looked like they should've been stored away instead of left to yellow with time.

“I'm not in the mood for this. I don't care if you sleep with her or not. Frankly, if you're sleeping with her it makes disliking you that much easier. So, bye Rodney,” and as she spoke he crept closer and closer. His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. “I said ‘bye’ not ‘touch me’ or ‘hold me’.”

“Is that so?” He lifted her off the floor and captured her lips with his. While she protested at first, Vidia gave in and let her legs hook around his waist.

“Mhmm,” she hummed against his lips as she pulled his shirt up but was stopped. “What?” Vidia buried her head in the bend of his neck.

“Not here.” She groaned as he placed her back on the ground. “If we go any further and I won't be able to stop myself. I'd prefer to have you without worrying the harpy is going walk in on us.” Rodney lifted her face with a finger beneath her chin, “and I don’t want to feel rushed.”

“And what about what I want?”

“You’re the one who said bye not ‘hold me’ or ‘touch me’.”

“Then bye.” Vidia stomped out of the room and went back to studying.

***

Cristina, Vidia’s cousin, decided to pay her favorite cousin a visit. Cristina and Vidia were often confused as twins since the girls are so close in age, a few weeks shy of six months to be exact, and they looked alike. Honestly, they could pass for sisters and they acted like they were anyway.

Alda had told Cristina that if Vidia wasn't at the castle or at home that she was more than likely in Hogsmeade. Cristina followed her instincts and went to the coffee shop, the Bad Owl, first. Luckily, Vidia was there with a coffee in hand and a far off expression on her face. Cristina and plopped into the chair across from her cousin and exclaimed, “Hola, Puta!”

Vidia nearly flew out of her seat at the sight of her cousin. “What are you doing here?!”

“Just visiting. I’ve been taking time off since graduation. What were you thinking about?” Cristina leaned back in her seat and rest her elbows on the sides.

“Nothing, really. Have you gone to see anyone else? Scotland is a pretty big stretch for a visit.” Vidia was thinking about Rodney and their almost sexual encounter that was cut short. She felt like it was payback for sleeping with Graham and that made her think about it even more.

“I was in the states already. I saw everyone pretty much. Keliani got a boyfriend so that was fun, not. Alejandro started a band. They blow but their lead singer is bangin’ so girls go to their shows. Alex is still a perv. He wanted to come but I said no. I know you hate him.” Vidia make a face at the mention of her cousin’s name. “Everyone else is pretty much the same. The Twins will be in Milan. They invited me to go to some fashion show but I said I was coming here instead. Then they rescinded their invitation. They claimed it was because they thought they had extra seats but the show only could fit so many.”

“Must be so rough for them,” Vidia said sarcastically.

“They’re just jealous that you’re everyone’s favorite over them. Even their own father likes you more than he likes them,” Both girls busted out in a fit of laughter as onlookers wondered what they were talking about as they both faded between languages and dialects.

“That might be a bit of a stretch but hey,” Vidia laughed.

“So, your mom mentioned a guy,” Cristina tilted her head as she waited for Vidia to try and deny it.

“She did?” Vidia kept her cool. She would have to yell at her mother later.

“Why are you being so secretive? It's just a guy, V. Not like you haven't had- oh, you haven't. Is this your first boyfriend?” Cristina leaned forward with a wide grin.

“He's not my first boyfriend. He's not anything. We went out on a date. That's it.” Vidia was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince her cousin.

“Is there going to be a second date?” Cristina asked. She had never seen Vidia date anyone. She was so curious to see how romance and affection affected her cousin.

“I don't know. We saw each other at the library and things got hot and heavy but he stopped it. Like who does that?” Vidia was still bitter if that wasn't evident.

“Did he say why?”

“He didn't want it to be in a dusty research room in the public library,” Vidia muttered.

“Oh, V! You're so used to casual sex. Not every guy likes to have random sex in public places. It's nothing against you. Get him where he's comfortable and you'll see the difference,” Cristina smirked suggestively.

“Can we stop talking about this?”

“What else is there to talk about?” As Cristina asked her question Vidia froze. “What?” She turned around to see a giant man with blue eyes and slicked back brown hair wearing a grin. “Is that him?” Vidia nodded. “Oh. I can leave.”

“Stay,” Vidia whispered.

“Hello Vidia,” Rodney said as he walked toward the table.

“Hi,” Vidia said with a bitter tone. “This is my cousin, Cristina. Cristina, this is Rodney.”

“Nice to meet you. So, I hear you took my cousin out on a date,” Cristina flashed a grin as she tried to look up at him.

“I did.”

“And?”

“It was a nice date.”

“And when's the next one?”

“That's up to her,” with his words they both looked at Vidia, who was trying to disappear before she was embarrassed anymore than she already was.

“What?” She scowled.

“Well...” Cristina held the word for as long as she could.

“I don't know. Why is this on me?” Vidia hissed at Rodney.

“Because you're so damn picky. So, pick something and we'll go do it.”

“Can't argue with that. You are pretty picky, V,” Cristina interjected.

“I just don't do dates,” Her tone seemed to be holding back her usual venom.

“Luckily for you, it's never too late to start,” Rodney leaned over to give Vidia a soft kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I look forward to hearing from you, V.”

“Whatever,” she muttered.

“It was nice meeting you, Cristina,” Rodney inclined his head before heading to the counter to order a coffee.

Cristina waited for Rodney to be out of range before she turned to Vidia with disbelief. “Vidia Nathaly Ligeiro!”

“Oh my Merlin, what?” Vidia tried to keep her voice down but she was close to fuming at the whole situation.

“Go over there and ask him to do something now.”

“But you're here.”

“I can go visit my favorite uncle for a little bit,” Cristin flashed a cheeky grin.

“I hate you,” Vidia pushed her seat out and stomped her way over to where Rodney waited for his order. “Want to do something, now?”

“Is this how you ask someone out on a date?” He asked while taking the cup with his name into his hand.

“If you have a problem with it then forget it,” Vidia's venom spewed as a defense against her embarrassment.

“No, no. It's great. I've never been asked out in such a manner,” his lips met the brim of his coffee as the corners stretched into a grin.

“Okay,” she looked back at her cousin who was giving her a thumbs up, “Can we leave then?”

“Sure. Where to?” He asked as his large strides carried him toward the door.

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