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fangirlswilltakeovertheworld · 3 years

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She-Ra High School Theatre Kid AU Headcanons

I made this because I am a theatre kid, and me and my sister were talking about Double Trouble being a theatre kid, so this happened. We basically came up with this entire au while we walked our dog.

Also I know none of this stuff would ever happen in real life, but it’s fanfiction, let me have this

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Angella as the director

Shadow Weaver as the assistant director

Horde Prime is the principal who is very not supportive of the arts

Hordak is the head of tech

Castaspella runs costumes

Huntara is the choreographer

Actors:

Catra - Has been in love with theatre since she was a kid, wants to be an actress when she grows up. She’s only ever cast as the villain/antagonist because she’s so good at playing those roles, but she’s not complaining. Shadow Weaver hates her and constantly talks down to her whenever Angella’s not around. Really good singer.

Double Trouble - Also in love with theatre. Brings the drama. Really good at whatever role they receive. Always competes with Sea Hawk for the lead role regardless of gender.

Sea Hawk - Theatre kid is his entire personality and he lives for it. Competes with Double Trouble for the lead role regardless of gender. Loves roles that get to do fight choreography. Has a habit of setting at least one prop, set, or costume on fire every show. No one knows how, and honestly, neither does he.

Glimmer - Director kid vibes, we’ve all met one. You know what I’m talking about. Usually gets a big speaking role, but not the lead. Jealous of Catra bc Glimmer thinks the villains get better songs. Catra agrees and holds it over her head constantly. Has a habit of being an “actor director” sometimes, but never in a mean or condescending way, and most of the time Angella was going to give the same note. Most of the time.

Bow - Actor/Techie. Auditions for a role, but if he doesn’t get one, he’ll do tech. He doesn’t have a preference, he just likes being a part of the process and being with his friends. One of the only basses in the department.

Mermista - Actor/stage manager. Even when she has a role in the current show, Mermista is still the stage manager bc she’s the only one who can deal with and control everyone’s shit(aka Sea Hawk level shenanigans). Actually a really good actor when she puts effort into her roles, but it has to be for a show she actually likes.

Kyle - Usually ensemble, but sometimes he has small speaking roles. Famous for breaking or losing props.

Techies:

Entrapta - Sound/lights. Works with Hordak, they’re close friends. He’s dreading her graduation bc she’s the only who actually understands how to run the systems. She insists she’ll be back tho.

Scorpia - Build crew. Stronk. Nuff said. Started bc she wanted to support Catra, and kept doing it bc she thought the head costumer was cute.

Adora - Also build crew. Again, stronk. Paints occasionally because that was her first choice, but they lack muscle strength in build. Can only get away with painting if Lonnie is there that day. Joined to watch Catra and Catra only. Has only listed to the songs that Catra sings in her role. Has never listened to a full Broadway album. Glimmer is disappointed.

Lonnie - Build crew. Not that interested but comes to support her friends when she doesn’t have lacrosse practice. Never runs a show, but watches every night.

Rogelio - Paint crew. Adora lost an arm wrestling contest to him, and he got first choice. She’s forever salty for it but too nice to argue.

Perfuma - Head of costumes. Castaspella and her get along great, they practically have the same personality. Crushing on Scorpia.

Frosta - Costumes. Cousins with Mermista. Comes bc she heard about the chaos and drama that goes down. Will run shows if she doesn’t have hockey practice.

Swift Wind - Fly.

Now for the plot:

The show for the year: Wicked

Cast

Glinda - Double Trouble

Elphaba - Catra

Fiyero - Sea Hawk

Boq - Kyle

Nessa - Glimmer

Madame Morrible - Mermista

The Wizard - Bow

But then two tragedies occurred

Tragedy 1: Angella had to step down as director bc Micah was in the hospital or something idk

Tragedy 2: 2 days later, Sea Hawk breaks his leg pretty bad and he won’t be better in time for the show

Le gasp

So Shadow Weaver takes over as director

Some Shadow Weaver background info: She was a famous actress many years ago and thinks this high school production stuff is below her. She still has a lot of connections to the professional world that she uses from time to time. She wants Adora to follow in her footsteps as a famous actor despite Adora being an incredibly bad actor. She hates that Adora does crew and not acting, but couldn’t do anything about it. Until now.

Now that she’s director and they’re down a Fiyero, she basically forces Adora to play Fiyero, despite the other capable actors who could’ve done it and Adora’s own protests. Think something like: “why can’t bow do it? I’ll be the wizard if there really aren’t enough actors!” “Oh no, bow is the only one who can hit the wizards notes bla bla bla”

Adora doesn’t want to do it, but she also doesn’t want the department to not be able to do the show. Plus she would get to hang out with Catra a lot which would be cool

I’m guessing you can already tell where the conflict is coming from, but we had some very clear ideas of stuff that happened, like

Adora was behind bc she wasn’t going to play the role originally, she’s never acted before, and she can’t dance. So she has a lot of one on one practices with Huntara, the choreographer. Before getting the role, the only practices Adora would watch if she didn’t have crew were the dance practices. She went purely to watch Catra, but Catra thinks that she has a crush on Huntara.

Tension and miscommunication, y’know?

Bow and Glimmer are both very supportive but also nervous bc they know that Adora is extremely bad at acting

Sea Hawk has never seen Adora try to act before, so he doesn’t see what the issue is. Once he’s well enough to go to school again, he comes to every rehearsal even tho he can’t be in the show. And then he sees. And then he’s like, oh no.

But he tries to be supportive and pump Adora up.

Adora is feeling a lot of pressure bc of her new role and doesn’t want to screw things up for everyone.

Catra is a little pissed off that she’s been paired up with someone who can’t act for her senior show, so she’s a little snippy at first, and Adora is tense, and it’s a mess

But Shadow Weaver doesn’t care, and ends up blaming every problem they have during an acting scene with Adora and Catra on Catra, even though she’s the best actor in the department. Because ✨favoritism✨

And you know, they do the whole hot-cold, she hates me, she’s cute, I love her but she doesn’t like me, bla bla bla throughout the course of the show

A week before opening night, Shadow Weaver makes things worse by mentioning that she invited her friend who’s a talent scout to watch the show. Shadow Weaver wants the scout to help get Adora into the acting business.

Catra wants to use this opportunity to get her name out there, so she needs her performance to be perfect

Which is hard to do when her love interest couldn’t act her way out of a paper bag

It’s two days before the show and they still haven’t practiced the kiss scene. Every time they brought it up before, like “should we practice the kiss? I mean, only if you want we don’t have to”, they both got the impression that the other didn’t want to kiss them

(Useless lesbians)

So it’s 2 days before the show, and Shadow Weaver is like, you gotta practice the kiss

So they kiss, and Catra is like, whoa she’s a really good kisser, so she’s quiet after the kiss

And of course, Adora takes that silence as “she hated the kiss and she hates me” as you do

So their practices the next two days are even worse than they were before

Finally, it’s opening night. The scout is coming and they’re out of time. Shadow Weaver ends up shoving Catra and Adora into a closet. She does her whole “you don’t want to let me, your friends, or the audience down do you? Whatever’s distracting you needs to go” to Adora, and then she turns to Catra and is like “fix what you’ve done, I know you sabotaged her you useless child. You’re going to be the reason this show goes horribly” and then she leaves

AND CATRA AND ADORA ACTUALLY TALK I KNOW IM SHOCKED TOO

Adora’s like, sorry I’ve been so weird the past two days, I just realized I really like you after we kissed, but I know you don’t feel that way about me, sorry if that makes it weird

And Catra’s like, Adora you idiot I love you

And they kiss

And Bow finds them still kissing in the closet 20 minutes before the show opens and rushes them to Castaspella to get their make up fixed

It ends up being Adora’s best performance because every time they’re about to go on for a scene together, Catra tells her to forget about the audience and just focus on her

The scout ended up liking Catra and Double Trouble a lot to Shadow Weaver’s disappointment

Facts that aren’t important to the main plot, but definitely happened

One time, before Sea Hawk broke his leg, Catra was trying out her harness for the defying gravity and other flying scenes, and Swift Wind, who does fly, accidentally dropped her and she landed on Adora

No Good Deed was the best moment in the show, and the amount of emotion Catra was able to put into her performance during that song was a little frightening but also made a lot of people tear up

The second best scene in the show was surprisingly As Long as you’re Mine, because Adora was actually able to forget about the audience and just focus on her love for Catra

The show last year was Mean Girls. Catra was Regina. Glimmer was Gretchen(you can’t argue that she doesn’t give off, “I don’t think my father, the inventor of toaster stroodle, would be very pleased to hear about this” vibes). Mermista was surprisingly amazing as Karen, and played her deadpan perfectly. No one knows how she did it. Sea Hawk was Cady, Double Trouble was Janice, and Bow was Damien. They reference their experiences during this show during Wicked, but the only thing Adora remembers about that production is how hot Catra was during World Burn.

Ironically (or unironically, idk), Glimmer once said “I don’t think my mother, the director of the show, will be very pleased to hear about this” to an actor who was found sabotaging Catra’s mic for the show before Mean Girls. Catra thought Shadow Weaver put her up to it but there was no proof.

Princess Prom but making it Dancing Through Life

Or is it Dancing Through Life but make it Princess Prom

If someone wants to write this, please do, just send me the link so I can read it! I would write it myself but I’m lazy lol.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

The reader having an office fling with Erik/Work Hubby

Warnings: SMUT

It’s gonna be two parts because it’s really long and detailed to start. LIKE & REBLOG

You wake up on a Monday morning after enjoying your short weekend to start another 9-5 workweek. Even though a part of you wished that you could work from home another part of you wanted to go into the office so you could see Erik. Your work boyfriend. On Saturday you got your hair done in some knotless box braids, went to the spa, and did a little bit of shopping for some new office attire. Today you decided to wear some of that office attire. Nude wrap skirt, a mauve colored wrap top with bell sleeves and some So Kate pumps in a nude color. Your boyfriend and Erik shared the same name but instead, your boyfriend’s name was spelled with a “C”, not a “K”. That boyfriend in question was a personal trainer and vlogger who traveled to try different restaurants mainly in Cali and NYC. He took a two week trip to NYC with a group of his guy friends. You were used to it and grew not to care so much about it. He was living his life to the fullest.

But were you living your life?

Working as a Secretary for an Environmental Technology company that makes billions of dollars gave excellent pay. The money is good but the only thing to look forward to is your gossiping friend Regina who sat in a cubicle directly next to you and Erik, the Lead Environmental Engineer who was also a Biomedical Engineer. He’s charming, witty, mesmerizing, attractive, hardworking, can be very headstrong at times, loves ramen, and has a cat named Paws. Erik with the “K” has you blushing whenever he locked eyes with you, stuttering while you both have random conversations during tea and coffee breaks, texted you funny memes during meetings when you were supposed to be taking notes, instant messages you from his cubicle computer to bug you saying things like:

-Wyd big head?

-Did Eric with the “C” see you leave the house today in that short ass skirt?

-Connie keeps talking to me with her funky ass breath. Help me 🥺.

-So, when are you going to boss up and get an office? I wanna be next to my work bae.

-You wanna get lunch together? My treat. It’s a surprise.

-I know you and Regina are gossiping about me 😌.

-I missed you after work yesterday.

He’s also the reason why you stayed later on Wednesday and Thursday nights. You would help him brainstorm ideas about improving pollution and what he should say in his speech about global issues such as climate change. He even asked you if you wanted to come with him to Alaska to test the water there but you hadn’t given him an answer yet. You really really wanted to but being alone with Erik wasn’t such a good idea. You were afraid to be in another location besides LA with him for reasons you’d rather not admit to.

After making Erik and yourself an egg white and veggie omelet with a Belgian waffle you headed out the door and to your Prius. Arriving at the office on time, you badge in and take the lobby elevators up to the fifth floor. Stepping off of the crowded elevator, you walk towards the newly decorated staff lounge to put away the food. It was 8:25 am and Erik wouldn’t be in for another ten to fifteen minutes. The lounge had Dunkin Donuts laid out and freshly brewed coffee. You fought the temptation of grabbing a chocolate glazed donut to go to your cubicle and boot your Mac desktop computer so you could check your company email. You said Goodmorning as you walked by. Regina was playing Candy Crush on her cell when you arrived.

“Goodmorning, Gina.” You placed your Chanel bag behind the desktop computer in your cubicle.

“Morning, sis,” Regina tapped away on her phone, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better this time around, yes,” You flipped your box braids over your shoulder while leaning back in your office chair to talk to Regina, “I haven’t heard from Eric all weekend.”

“Which one?”

You pursed your lips, “You know which one.”

She laughs, “Erik with the C. What’s up with that?”

You shrug, “Don’t know and don’t care. He acts like he can’t answer my calls or texts so I can check up on him so I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.”

Regina gave you a knowing look, “I’m sure you and Erik with the K, aka Captain Planet, texted his work bae, Miss Y/N, all weekend long.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight a goofy smile.

“See,” Regina crosses her dark chocolate legs, “he’s not just your work bae. He’s Daddy.”

“Stop!” You throw a pen at her chest, before lowering your voice, “Erik and I are not having sex, Gina. We may flirt and text outside of work-“

“And during work hours,” Regina interjected.

“Like I said, we are not having sex-“

“Who’s not having sex?”

Regina and your head turned to stare up at Erik Stevens. He had his briefcase in one hand and a black coffee with extra brown sugar in his other hand. Tailored suit colored navy blue with gold cuff links. Burberry dress shoes on his feet. Vintage gold-plated oval eyeglasses over his onyx eyes. He gave Regina and you a teasing smile. The smile where he raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a single deep dimple.

“Y/N,” Regina answered with wide playful eyes.

“Oh?” Erik gave Y/N a mournful look, “Damn, ma. That’s too bad.”

You glare at them both, “I will ignore both of y’all the rest of the day if you keep fucking with me.”

You got up from your seat, pushing in your chair, and tried your best to ignore the snickering from them both. Walking away, Erik was right on your tail, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder to stop you.

“Calm down, it’s all jokes,” he licks his full lips, “But seriously...no sex between you and your man?”

Groaning, you walk into the lounge to grab the food.

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I’m concerned,” Erik turned his back to lean against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You place his food inside the microwave to heat, “I know. It’s just embarrassing, Erik.”

Erik grabs your chin to make you stare at him instead of the microwave, “Don’t even give me that excuse. Remember, we shared a lot of embarrassing stories in this office after hours.”

How could you forget?

“Yeah...it’s boring, Erik. I’m sure you’re having the best sex of your life in your fancy penthouse. Probably having orgies with models and actresses. They love a sweet and caring guy,” Y/N said sarcastically.

Erik’s tongue grazes the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, “Why orgies specifically?”

“Is that all you focused on?!!” You shove him before taking his food out, “gosh, I hate you.”

Erik takes a swig of his coffee, “which is girl code for gosh, I love you,”

You shook your head with a grin, “leave me alone.”

“Which means, give me attention,” Erik grabs both of your shoulders, before bringing his head around to plant a kiss on your cheek, “I know y’all female dictionary like the back of my hand.”

Your head turned to face him after his lips caressed your cheek. Now, that area was warm and ticklish. Erik grabs his food and walks over to one of the tables. That gave you some time to breathe and heat your food as a distraction. Why did he have to kiss you? It’s not like he’s never done it before but every time he did it, Erik made you melt and wish it were your lips instead.

“You make some bomb food, girl. I think I’m jealous of Eric with a C.”

“Says the guy who makes the best shrimp and grits I have ever tasted besides my grandma,” you take a seat in front of him. While you ate you watched him cut into his waffle covered in syrup. His long lashes curled each time he blinked and his lips were so pouty and kissable whenever he concentrates the way he does. You felt like a schoolgirl watching him eat.

“So,” Erik chews his food some more before talking, “Alaska.”

“What about it?” You play it off by cutting your omelet up.

“Y/N,” Erik raised his brow at you, “You know about Alaska this is my fourth time bringing it up.”

“When is it?”

“In a month,” Erik takes a swig of his coffee to wash down his food before leaning forward on his elbows to make you look at him, “it’s gonna be for a week, all paid for, a mini-vacay with skiing, Matanuska Glacier walk, and lunch, helicopter tour, cozy cabin...”

Erik tilted his head at you and smiled. You looked down at your food bashfully. It all sounded so tempting. You would love to go...

“I don’t know, Erik,” you shake your head, “Eric will be home and-“

“How many trips does he take leaving you home?”

“More than I can count,” you reply shamefully.

“Exactly. I ain’t tryna overstep but...” Erik left it at that and went back to his food. You slouch in your chair deep in thought. Erik has a point. Your boyfriend traveled whenever he pleased and didn’t even ask how you felt about it once. You respected that he wanted to drop his career as a teacher to travel, eat, and vlog. Not once did he suggest taking you on one of his food journeys. You honestly felt left out.

You deserve some fun too.

Moving your food around with your fork, you finally come to a decision.

“I’ll go.” You spoke softly as if you couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to it.

“Seriously?” Erik asked with his eyes unblinking and on yours.

“Yes,” you let out a breath, “I’ll go to Alaska and have some fun for once. I haven’t been out of town in so long it’ll feel good to go.”

Alaska with Erik Stevens. For an entire week. Just you and him. Your knees shook under the table.

“See,” he smirked while stabbing a piece of omelet with his fork, “It’s crazy how I had to ask your ass four times total to come with me.”

“Why is that crazy?” You asked with a laugh.

“Because it never takes a woman this long to say yes to me,” he says in a very boastful manner.

“I’m not your woman though,” you say before you could even stop yourself.

“You are my woman,” Erik rested his tongue on his upper lip before grinning, “just at work and without the sex, kissing, taking showers together-“

“Okay, you made your point, boyfriend.” You stop him before he continued.

“Does Eric know about me?”

“A little,” you look towards the ceiling, “ he’d probably cancel all his travel plans if he knew how you looked.”

Erik bit into his bottom lip, “how do I look, Y/N?”

“Fine as hell,” you giggle as if you were drunk, “He already thinks he’s the finest thing walking.”

“That’s your man though,” Erik chuckles, “You think he’s fine, right?”

“I mean, yeah, of course.”

Both of you laugh.

“I swear,” you wave him away, “you play too much.”

“Don’t make me steal you away from him.” Erik laughed. His laugh made your stomach do summer salts.

“Okay, Erik,” you speak in a dismissive tone.

“I mean, I could though.”

“Why do you insist on playing?! If I was single-“

“You would be mine,” Erik finished.

“You can have any woman you want. Why me?”

Erik scanned your body at that table, “Really? What you mean? Have you seen yourself, ma?”

“Stop,” you giggle. He can’t be serious. Erik is a flirt but why on earth would he play like this?

“You always think a nigga playing when I say that shit.” He sounded offended. You didn’t have a reply for that. Avoiding his intense eyes you finished your food while Erik closed his empty container and placed it on the counter next to the thermal lunch bag you brought the food in.

“Aight let me get to my desk,” he grabs his coffee and walked up towards you. Erik moves your box braids from your shoulder before grabbing the back of your neck gently. The feel of his smooth fingertips on your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck and arms rise.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

You blush with a mouth full of food, “Okay, I’ll see you later too, baby.”

His fingers left your neck and combed through your box braids before he walked away and out of the lounge. You were so preoccupied with his fingers on the back of your neck and in your hair that you lost your appetite.

——

You stood at Regina’s cubicle halfway listening to her speak and the other half focusing on Erik in his office. He looked bored as hell. Your eyes watched him ball up random printer paper from his fax machine to shoot into his document waste basketball hoop that he had in the corner near the door. He made it perfectly every time. Erik had the coolest office out of all the other Environmental Engineers. Besides the typical Newton’s Cradle pendulum balls that’s a famous desk accessory, he had a tropical tabletop fountain, stress relief visual illusion toys, stainless steel pin art hand mold, darts, a Rubik’s cube, Nintendo switch, and many other cool and fun shit.

“Girl,” Regina said chewing on a granola bar, “You’re not even paying attention to me.”

“I am,” You allow your eyes to fall on her accusatory ones, “I’m just...looking around.”

“No,” Regina puts up a hand to stop you, “You’re looking at Erik.”

Both Regina and yourself look over at him, spotting Erik walking back and forth now with his suit jacket removed and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. He was finger juggling a pen with his right hand while speaking into a Bluetooth in his ear.

“You might as well let him ruin you, Y/N,” Regina says with a whisper.

“Oh my God, Gina,” you stomp across the carpeted floor in your pumps before taking your seat again to finish organizing in Microsoft Excel.

“He could flirt with any other woman in here. Connie, Demetria, Anita, Nicole, any of those chicks, but he chooses you. Why is that, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Gina, enlighten me,” You roll your eyes.

“No need. You already know. Erik is feeling you, heavy baby. Heavy like that ass in that skirt that we both know you purposefully wore today to make him look.”

“OKAY.” You stop her with an abrupt tone, “Fine. Yes, Gina. Yes, I know Erik is feeling me. But I am in a relationship and I can’t just-“

“Heffa, please,” Regina laughs, “don’t even try that shit with me. You are feeling him just the same. You and Eric with the C don’t even exist when you walk in here. It’s obvious you don’t want to be with that man anymore and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is fucking some chick in NYC and secretly taking her on his little food quests. You can look at me like that all you want but deep down you know I’m speaking facts.”

“Gina,” you speak with a warning, “I will throw this stapler at your head next.”

“Won’t. Change. The. Truth,” Regina flips her long ponytail.

A part of you did believe that Eric was cheating on you. It was so obvious at times but you didn’t want it to come to that. You and Eric have been together for about five years. But then again, that shit doesn’t matter. If it did, he would be worried about fixing the relationship instead of traveling for views.

Ping Ping

-Here comes Connie. Let me take a big gulp of air before she walks in here.

Erik instant messaged you. You snicker like a child doing some sneaky shit. He was so damn goofy.

-Damn. Why don’t you just offer her some gum?

-If I do that she’ll know I think her breath stink.

-Just play it cool. Have some sitting out, grab a piece, and offer her a stick. It’s that simple.

-she talks too damn much. Just talk to me about the Alaska job so I can be prepared. That’s why I’m glad you’re coming with me.

You looked up over your cubicle to watch Connie talking animatedly while Erik swivels in his chair from side to side.

Catch my eye.

Onyx met chestnut.

Erik covered his mouth with his fist to hold in his laughter before placing his hand up at Connie, from what it looked like, to reassure her that he wasn’t laughing at what she’d said.

-want me to drag her out of there by that takky blouse?

-Why are you such a gangsta, girl? LOL aight, come handle my light work, ma

-not before I get a hospital mask so I don’t breathe in her toxic fumes. Llab

-😂😂😂😂😂 straight stupid.

You snicker again.

“What is so damn funny?” Regina peered over at you with curious eyes.

“Just IM with Erik,” you bite the gel acrylic on your thumb nail to smother your giggles, “He can’t stand Connie.”

“Mhm,” Regina smiles, “y’all so damn cute just get married already.”

-she’s gone 😁

-let's celebrate lol.

Erik sends fireworks through the IM. You send balloons.

-enough about her. I see you 👀

-what’s that?

-you showing off. That attire is hella tight. What you doing with all of that?

-nothing. Lol, why do I have to be doing something?

-I know you wore that for my eyes only. I feel special.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was going down that lane. You weren’t prepared but still, you typed away.

-I figured you would appreciate it since my man wasn’t home to admire it before I left.

-Yo’ nigga got some screws loose because I wouldn’t be away letting my girl walk out the house like that.

-like what?

-with all that ass sitting in that skirt.

-can’t help that I have a lot to work with.

-ain’t no problem for me. If you were fucking with me Y/N I’d make you forget your name. Real talk.

You crossed your legs under the desk and rubbed the back of your neck. If he fucking bitches to make them forget their identities then that means his dick really ain’t nothing to play with.

-nothing to say huh?

-I’m just thinking.

-about what? Talk to me.

-why you really want me to come to Alaska with you.

-😌

-well? You’re gonna tell me why?

-Because I want you to myself.

-So I can show you something you’ve been missing.

-Eric ain’t putting it down on my work bae like he should be.

You were so damn nervous. Day by day Erik would grow more frustrated with Eric and your situation. Like Regina said, just let Erik ruin you. It’s a shame to say that you haven’t had sex in about a month. It was just you, your fingers, and your favorite vibrator. It could be Erik, his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and multiple orgasms.

-He’s not. It’s been too long. ☹️

-You ain’t gotta tell me how long. I can see it in your body language.

You twirl a braid in your hand. Looking away from your computer, you try to be discreet, bringing your eyes to peer over the top of your cubicle into Erik’s office. He was drinking a bottle of water while his eyes concentrated on the computer screen with knitted brows. He placed his bottle on the desk and leaned in, typing again.

Ping ping

-Don’t ignore me before I walk over there.

-ooooo I’m scared.

-Aight, bet. I’m coming.

-I want you to think long and hard about that, Stevens.

You were flustered, wet, shaken up that he wanted to “show you” what you’ve been missing, and willing to risk it all if he left his office space to come to talk to you.

-that’s what she said. 😈

You chuckle. He could turn any topic into sex.

“Hey, Erik,”

You look up to find him standing next to your cubicle while Regina looked at the both of you with interest. You stand from your seat, ready to get yourself some water but Erik has your shoulders.

“Where you going?” His husky voice tickled your ear.

“For some water.”

Erik starts massaging your shoulders lightly.

“Can I come with you? I need to stretch my legs.”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” You lead the way.

But you did care. You wondered what he was up to. Now that you walked ahead of him with that very tight wrap skirt on you felt exposed like he has x-ray vision and can see your phat dimpled cheeks bounce and sway. Thank God for an empty lounge. You walk over to the fountain, grabbing a cup, and Erik was right on your side, holding the tap down for you. Your cheeks poke out to hide your blush.

“Thank you,” you speak softly. His eyes were intent on you. Not once did you give in and look his way while drinking that ice-cold water. Suddenly unable to breathe you back up a little to make some space between you two. Erik followed with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Don’t you have a ton of work to do?” You ask to try and divert the attention away from you. Too late. Erik was determined to make you weak in front of him.

“I do but we have a long day, ma. I’ll get it done. I just couldn’t stand being away from my work bae.”

You rub your fingers along the wet cup, “I’m convinced now that you only come to work to be near me.”

“I’m cool with that,” He shrugs, “I could be a whole lot of things if it wasn’t for your man who’s supposed to be home with you.”

“He’ll be back-“

“And then he’ll be gone again,” Erik let’s out a sigh, “We’re playing too many games, Y/N. I’m tired of the flirting back and forth when I know you really want me. Stop coming in here to impress me with these bomb-ass outfits. I’ve been impressed for over a year now.”

Erik closed the space between you both, pressing his chest against your fuller one. You look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming and when the coast was clear you focused your heated gaze on him.

“I’m tryna undress you with my fucking hands, not my eyes.” Erik takes his fingers to play with the bow of your wrap skirt, “You feel what I’m saying?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were to busy admiring this gorgeous man who wanted to fuck you. His inviting eyes saw exactly what you wanted. A long, hard, fuck. Taking his fingers, Erik grabs your chin delicately to stroke. He made you feel so precious and desired.

“So, can I do that?” Erik asked with his lips kissing along your jawline. Your eyes landed on the door to check it and still, no one was there.

“Can I take care of you, ma?”

Yes.

You had this look in your eyes, this look that said, please, Daddy, come fuck me. He smelled so damn good. So invigorating and moisturizing. You could make out a hint of exotic arabica coffee and coconut oil on the skin of his neck.

“No,” you lick your upper lip, “No, you can’t.”

His lips found yours. He swallowed that no with his full lips and tongue. Both of you knew that your answer was disbelieving when your hands came up to wrap around his neck. That was a green light for Erik. His hands came around your waist, and then down to cup your ass. He would alternate between rubbing your spine and making your cheeks bounce in his hands. Erik rests his chin on your shoulder so he could peer behind you to watch his hands squeezing all that ass on you. He would let it go and watch it bounce before slapping it lightly so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. You felt your heart in your throat. Now, his crotch was pressed into yours. Long and hard indeed. Let’s not forget thick.

“You free tonight?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you could feel him lifting you from the floor to sit your bottom on the counter. He was between your legs while your hands reach for his tie to tug on. It distracted you from being so nervous. His hands rested on your exposed upper thighs rubbing your warm skin in slow circles to sooth you. All he was doing was killing you. His touch was so soft and gentle but under all of that was a rough dominating grasp that you yearned for

You weren’t sure which throbbing you wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between your legs or the throbbing from your heartbeat against your chest. All those daydreams about rubbing your swollen pussy lips all over Erik’s face until you came. Now that the both of you crossed yet another line——the touching and kissing line, there was no telling what would happen next. Sex after hours in the office on his desk? Walks to the parking lot only to fuck in the back seat of his car? Happy hour on Friday evenings only to get drunk and have sex at his penthouse?

“Can I come over to keep you company?”

“I don’t know, E. This office fling situation can fuck with both of our jobs.” You nibble on your bottom lip the second his lips came into contact with your throat.

“Nobody gotta know,” his plush lips sought out yours again, “It can be our little secret, baby.”

“But what if someone does find out?”

“It won’t happen like that, trust me,” Erik grabs your hand to rest against his crotch. Erik was swelled to cum-inspiring proportions, making you want to finger-fuck yourself with mounting enthusiasm.

“Damn, Erik.” Now you were thinking about this office fling as a carnal delight after hours.

“I know, right? Imagine me walking around all day, watching you with these big titties...shapely legs...and round ass…”

You had the body, beauty, and brains. That meant that you seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Erik, your work bae. Your slant eyes and supple body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitten. He wanted to hear you mewl and whimper in his ear while his dick that was currently twisted and curved in his briefs bounced off the walls of your pussy. He could see the lust in your feline eyes how quickly you noticed his arched appendage. You were probably fantasizing about what wonderful things it could do for your G-spot.

“Keep looking at me like that and watch I finger-fuck this pussy right here,” Erik’s eyes went down to look at the Apple watch on his wrist, “It’s almost that time to eat. I’m tryna eat something else though…”

“Eat me?” You couldn’t control that slipping from your mouth.

“Slob on this yummy pussy,” his hand was between your legs now, caressing the outside of your saturated panties, “You gonna feed me?”

“Where?” You whisper.

“Shit, we can go to my car for lunch. I got tinted windows.” Erik was desperate to slide his tongue inside you.

“Erik, this is crazy.” You laugh faintly before he took your face into his hands, gazed into your eyes, and kissed you so urgently it felt as if you were floating away. You could think of nothing else but how good he made you feel. Erik explores your mouth with his tongue, not wanting you to miss an inch of how skilled he was using his mouth.

“You’ll be begging me to make this pussy feel good in a minute.”

You were relentless with your hands squeezing the weight of Erik’s curved erection in his black slacks. You really wanted to untuck his dress shirt, get down on your knees, and suck him with a wide-open mouth. Keep your mouth as wide-open as was physically possible—anxiously awaiting your reward.

“Don’t worry babe,” Erik gently pulls your hand away from his crotch, “wait for lunch and you can have me all to yourself, okay?”

———

You waited and waited. As soon as Erik left that lounge to go back to his desk a last-minute meeting was called and of course, you had to attend as well. Everyone got up from their designated spots to head to the conference room. You squeezed into the same elevator cart as Erik, moving to the back so you could be near him. On purpose, you settle in front of him. Erik’s hand reached out to play with your thick ass while you focused on your phone. That only lasted for about ten seconds because now you were on the 6th floor. Hungry for his touch again you allow everyone else to leave so he could slap your ass.

During the hour-long meeting, both of your eyes would meet and knowing smiles would appear on both of your faces. You didn’t like the fact that Demetria was seated next to him with her cleavage hanging out from her black blazer. She tried her best to make Erik notice her but he didn’t give a fuck about her thirsty actions.

It was well past lunchtime and most of the office had gone to either the food court in the building or outside to find something different to eat for a change. Your stomach was rumbling waiting for Erik. Groaning, you put your computer to sleep before grabbing your Chanel bag to leave for lunch by yourself. It wasn’t Erik’s fault, you knew that, but you couldn’t help being upset and sexually frustrated. No pussy eating or dick sucking in his G Wagon 550 SUV in a desert silver metallic color.

Eating alone was boring and lonely. You played with your Caesar salad and hardly even toughed the veggie lasagna. How were you supposed to feed your appetite when it was salivating for dick? You were so excited to finally hook up with Erik. Checking the time on your phone, you had about two hours left in your shift. You pack away the food and decide to save it for dinner tonight. Standing up, you push in the silver chair at the food court table, walking away with a click-clack of your So Kate pumps. You thumb the elevator button before slipping a piece of gum into your mouth. The doors open up and you enter, turning to watch them shut as your reflection appeared.

Ping ping

Erik -where did you go?

-To lunch. I was hungry.

Erik- Really? Why didn’t you wait for me?

-Because I was STARVING. Plus, you were busy.

Erik- I’m not busy anymore. Where are you now?

-Heading back upstairs.

Erik- I’ll wait for you.

-Erik, I have to go back to work!

Erik- fuck that you know what I want.

DING. Fifth Floor.

“Told you I’ll wait for you,” He smiles at you dangerously.

You almost swallow your gum the way he approached you. You and him, alone in that elevator. Erik kisses your lips, savoring the minty taste from the gum. He pulled back, taking his thumb to wipe the spit from his bottom lip. He turns around to press the 4th-floor button since that’s were the garage entrance was. Suddenly you were shaking in your pumps. It was really going to happen. Finally, your pussy wouldn’t feel painfully neglected. Finally, you could have the touch of a man on your body after an entire month.

“Are you okay?” Erik asked while looking down at you.

“Yeah, I’m cool,” you give him a reassuring smile.

DING. Fourth Floor.

Down a hallway and through the garage door you both went with your hand in Erik’s. You walk along the concrete ground as your ears took in the sounds of sirens and car horns honking in the middle of traffic. His G-Wagon was parked in a private spot. Erik took his keys out of his suit jacket and unlocked it with a click of a button, even started it up as well. You could hear the engine rumble. The large SUV vibrates as the sound of his radio playing blasted through the speakers. Erik opened the back door, reclining the backseats to lay flat like a bed. He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it in the passenger seat before turning to you, lifting you up, and sitting you in the back.

Once there, you take off your heels and place them far enough away so Erik and you could have plenty of space. Erik sat down, leaning forward to remove his shoes. After that, he unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off and balling it up to toss at the front with his suit jacket. He finally turns, crawling his large chiseled body towards you with playful eyes.

“Is that pussy still as wet as it was earlier today? Can I taste that kitty?”

Erik pulled your legs, laying you down on your back. He was on his knees between your legs, opening them wide causing your skirt to lift and bunch around your waist. He came face to face with that phat puss covered in wet fabric. Your voice was stuck in your throat. Erik takes both of his masculine hands to pull down your already saturated panties, spreading open your legs further, and staring at that pink pussy coated with cream. He could smell your scent. His car smelling like your wet pussy.

“Yeah, this pussy still sloppy,” Erik listened to you purr as he flicked your clit with his thumb. Erik continues to do this while slapping your pussy with his fingers. Each time he slapped your pussy, your juices would build and build to the point of making puddles beneath your ass in his car.

“Can I stuff this pussy with my fingers now,” Erik licked his thick fingers clean, “I wanna squeeze in there deep, baby girl.”

“Yes,” Your cunt was starving.

“Good, girl.”

He plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside your pussy, flickering at your clit at the same time. He was directly over your G spot with the pads of his fingers repeatedly rubbing you there. Your legs went wider and wider. The sound of your succulent pussy increased in such severity that it was almost deafening. Your moans mixed with the sound of The palm of Erik’s hand slapping your cunt each time he finger-fucked you had him grunting and groaning.

“Faster, faster,” You called out while gyrating your hips to fuck his fingers.

“There you go, fuck my fingers, just like that, get it, baby,” Erik bites his lip, “look at you ready to bust a nut on my hand, mmm, get that shit, baby.”

A rush of juices flooded the back seat. Erik’s eyes grew wide as your fingers tightened around him. That liquid poured each time he moved his fingers inside of you. All you could do was moan and shake beneath him. Your ass was glued to that surface.

“Damn, Y/N.” Erik takes his fingers out slowly before licking them clean. He got up on his knees to reach into his trunk, bringing a Puma gym bag over towards him. He opened it with his wet hands, pulling out a thick black towel that was wrapped in a body wash. Erik places that towel beneath your ass to soak up your mess.

“Making a mess in my fucking car.”

“I’m sorry,” You cover your face with embarrassment, “I do that a lot.”

“Don’t apologize about that, ma, I don’t give a fuck. Keep doing it like that on these fingers. Better yet...do it like that on my tongue,” Erik laid flat on his stomach, “You can squirt in Daddy’s mouth too.”

Erik began lapping away at your pussy with such zeal that you were squirming and squealing within minutes. With the flat of his tongue, Erik assaulted your pussy with such a lashing that your legs turned to jello. Erik then probed ever so deeply inside your dripping wet pussy with his pointed tongue, tongue-fucking your slot until your eyes rolled up into your head. He found your throbbing, erect clit and tortured you sweetly with licks and nibbles that sent electric charges throughout your entire body. Grabbing your thighs to squeeze, feasting on that syrupy pussy, Erik’s dick dripped pre-cum in anticipation of your walls capturing his dick and holding tight, while he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Damn, ma, I’m literally drinking this pussy dry.”

“You make me feel so good! Make me feel good, Erik.”

Erik’s tongue circled around your pussy. Each time he did that your hips would jerk. He was fighting that pussy back with his lips and tongue each time you pumped your hips. You gazed into his dark, sexy eyes and increased the movement of your hips.

“Oh, fuck!” Erik wrapped his whole mouth around your pussy and started slurping. All Erik could think about was how good you tasted and the heat radiating from your pussy.

“Shit tastes so good, girl,” He licked his plate clean, “fuck, look at my dick.”

His shit was twisted and curved to the right in those pants. Erik got on his knees to undo his pants. He let out a long sigh of relief the minute his pants and briefs made it down his thighs, resting at his knees. He sat down and pulled the rest of his clothes off, now he was naked from the waist down. You watch his thick dick jerk in his hand. That dick looked like it could bench press a barbell with how hard he was as Erik slid his hand up and down his burgeoning erection. His dick skyrocketed to its highest capacity causing your mouth to drool. Erik pointed out that dick at your mouth. Doing that caused his slit to open and show you his pre-cum waiting to be sucked out.

“Come suck me, baby,” His grip was so tight on his dick.

You obeyed every word and sucked him up into your mouth. Damn, Erik was a big boy. So girthy and veiny. Intimidating for sure. His tip blossomed so thickly your lips had a hard time wrapping around it to suck. Erik with a C ain’t have nothing on this dick. A beautiful slab of tasty meat gliding across your tongue and poking the back of your throat.

“Damn, this is how you do it, ma? You should have warned a nigga first.”

He held the back of your head to guide your mouth lower. Each time he did that, he would grunt and whisper oh, my God, which made you super wet. All you wanted him to do was splatter your mouth with his cum. He was already so close to detonation so you opened up as wide as you could stretch to fill him all the way in.

“DAYUM!!!” Erik bellowed, “Good girl, don’t waste a fucking drop when I bust in this pretty mouth. Never.”

You graduated from plain old hungry to ravenous. That cum of his sputtering and spurting forth was your reward. The suctioning noise of your hand jerking him empty into your throat mixed with Erik’s deep moans made your pussy convulse around nothing even though you could feel it dripping. You slapped his ever-expanding dick against your tongue.

“Shit,” Erik looked from his wet dick to your face, “Baby girl, I ain’t cum this hard in a minute from getting head.”

You plant kisses all over his dick, working yourself up to more sucking, “I can give you more, Daddy.”

“Give me more of that mouth,” Erik played with your braids, “Swallow my shit and lick my balls.”

“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”

Erik’s eyes rolled back when your lips would suck and then pop off his sack. He had to control himself from cumming in your hair.

“Shit doesn’t make no sense,” Erik looked at you with disbelief before a strangled look filled with passion overtook his features.

“Fffuckkk!!!” He groaned as he blasted inside your mouth with his sweet, sticky offering. You ran your index finger over your bottom lip to retrieve a dollop of cum. That only left you more famished than before causing you to enthusiastically slurp on his rigid pipe again until it was damn near raw and your pussy was sopping wet.

“Y/N,” Erik’s fingers were tight in your hair. You tasted a bit of leftover cum from his slit with your hungry tongue.

Ring Ring

Erik’s cell was going off.

“Shit,” He reached into his pants pockets while you jerked his dick. He answered his phone with an annoyed expression.

“What’s going on, Greg,” Greg was a fellow Environmental Engineer, “What? Right now?” Erik closed his eyes before tossing his head back, “Okay, give me ten minutes.”

Erik hung up his phone.

“We gotta go, ma,” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, “Supposedly it’s something urgent about Alaska.”

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Should I be worried about the trip?”

Erik gave you a soft smile, “Nah, Alaska is happening regardless. Don’t worry, bae, we good.”

You pulled your skirt down and placed your wet panties in your bag. You watched Erik fasten his belt in place before he opened the back door to let some air in. You rose from the car, Erik helping you put on your pumps before placing you on your feet. Digging into your bag you sprayed yourself with a little of your Chanel No.5, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of sex.

Looking in Erik’s rearview mirror, you fix your lipgloss and clothes, everything else good to go. Erik was currently spraying himself down with some Gucci cologne from his Puma gym bag and buttoning his suit jacket. He looked just as crisp as he did when he came in this morning.

“You still ain’t answer my question, beautiful.”

“What question,” Erik grabs your hand while the both of you walked back inside.

“Can I keep you company later?”

You chew on your bottom lip in thought. Eric with the C, your actual boyfriend, might call you later and you didn’t want Erik with the K to be around to raise suspicion. Still, no word from Eric and the longer that happened the more you didn’t give a fuck.

“Am I pressing too much?” Erik asks with soft eyes.

“No, no,” you reassured him, “I just think it would be better to come to your place instead. That’s all.”

“We can do that,” Erik walked towards you with his body pressed into yours, “Bring an overnight bag. You’re not going back home.”

His lips attacked your throat again, sucking and licking you there.

“I ain’t give my work bae some dick yet so you know I gotta take care of you,” His hands found their way back between your legs and on your sensitive pussy, “You gonna let me do that for you?” He asked huskily.

“Oh, Daddy, please do,” you responded.

————

You got home around 6:30 PM. You showered, finished the rest of your lunch since your appetite for dick was satisfied and drank a little bit of red wine.

Surprised, shocked, nervous, you decided to wear a black velour tracksuit with your Fenty slides to Erik’s place and packed away everything else you needed on a faux fur tote bag. Phone sitting on the charger, you go to check it since you received a few notifications since coming home.

Eric with the C.

Eric- I’m alright. Sorry for the lack of communication. Really busy.

-that’s okay. Be safe.

He didn’t respond back.

No I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you, nothing.

Luckily the picture Erik sent to you made up for that. It was a shower picture. From his broad shoulders down to his well-knit waist with that v cut covered in soap and water. You had the urge to satisfy the cries leaking from your pussy at the moment. You had half the mind to pull your pants down and finger-fuck your pussy into multiple orgasms leaving your slit covered in sticky cum for him to find. How dare he tease you like that? Since you were spending the night you can look forward to shower with him. This entire fling had your skin tingling. Your fingers scrolled down to read the texts he left you. You really wished you hadn’t because now you were whimpering.

Erik- Can’t wait for you to put that work in for Daddy.

Erik- where you at? I’m tryna put this thang in your gut.

Erik- want me to come to get you?

He was blowing you up. Eric with the C never did this.

-Hey, sorry, I was getting my things together. You don’t have to pick me up.

HONK HONK.

Erik- too late.

You walk to your living room to find Erik parked outside. He was typing away on his phone.

Ping Ping

Erik- Stop making me wait, girl.

You grab your bag, phone, and keys before locking up and leaving. Walking down your cobblestone trail, Erik hops out of his car, walking around to meet you. He was wearing a black Burberry ribbed beanie with a Pyer Moss color block Reebok windbreaker tracksuit on and the same brand of shoes on his feet. He tongued you down before taking your bag to place in the back seat that was now cleaned and placed normally. Erik opened your door to help you up inside before shutting it to return to the driver's side. You watched him walk all the way around and get inside with sultry eyes. With his hand on your upper thigh, he drove off and towards his Penthouse.

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Could This Be Us?

This is my work for @csjanuaryjoy this is my first year taking part and I’m excited to share with you all! I’ve made it my goal to write more this year and this seemed like the best way to do that goal! This is just a cute fluff missing scene that I hope brings you joy!

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Summary: set in the few weeks before 4b when everything was clam, Emma and Killian agree to babysit Neal and Emma slowly begins to let down her walls and Killian becomes vulnerable. Pure fluff. Babysitting adventures.

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Emma was happy. The Snow Queen was gone and Gold was banished to the real world. There was nothing and nobody that could hurt them anymore. They could begin their normal life, well as normal as a town filled with fairytale characters could be. Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming and her boyfriend was Captain Hook, so it was a little crazy, but for the first time in her life, Emma was truly happy.

She goes downstairs to see her parents cooing over her baby brother. Again, still weird that she was 30 and the same age as her parents, and had a newborn baby brother. Even weirder that he was named after her dead ex boyfriend, but his death did allow them to defeat Zelena. And she couldn’t tell them the horrible things Neal did to her, it would only ruin their sense of hope and belief that everyone could be a hero.

“Morning Kid, want me to drive you to school?” Emma asks her son, as she pours her coffee.

Henry spent 4 days at the Apartment Lot with Emma and his grandparents, and the other 3 days at Regina’s. It was their best attempt at normality, and Henry seemed to like spending time with David, dropping not so subtle hints that he wanted to take up sword fighting lessons.

“It’s okay Mom. I think I’ll walk, Ivy is meeting me early as we’ve got our science project due today so we need to go over everything.” He tells her. He was getting pretty friendly to this Ivy girl, Emma was sure he had his first crush, but wouldn’t say anything in case she ruined anything.

Checking the time and realises she’s late, she takes a final sip of her coffee before saying, “I’ve gotta go. Killian’s helping out at the station today and I’m meeting him at Granny’s for breakfast.” It had become a weekly tradition to meet Killian for breakfast, she was getting him to try everything on the menu, and this week was Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup.

“Wait, Emma before you leave.” David says, picking up Neal from his crib. “We wanted to know if you and Hook would babysit tonight. We haven’t had a night to ourselves in a while.”

Emma smiles, “We would love to. And since when do you approve of Hook babysitting? Does this mean you like him now?”

David rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile from his face. Truth is he was warming to the fact that a pirate was dating his daughter, he was a good guy, he cared for Emma and he was proving day by day that he wasn’t the man he was years ago. “He’s still a pirate dating my daughter, so he’s under careful supervision. But if he makes you happy I’m not standing in your way.”

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Morning love.” Killian waits for Emma outside the lot, which he really didn’t have to do seeing as he lives in the room he rents at Granny’s.

She gives him a quick kiss, and takes his hand as they start walking. “So my parents have asked us to babysit my brother tonight. I told them we would, I hope that’s okay.”

Killian gives Emma a worried look. “Just so you know Swan, I know nothing about babies, I’m not so sure how helpful I can be.”

Emma smiles at her boyfriend, he could’ve easily said no, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. I didn’t raise Henry, I also don’t know the first thing about babies, so it’ll be an adventure for both of us.”

Killian was so lucky. He truly was the luckiest man in the universe. He never imagined Emma would be with him in the way that she is. He also never imagine he would help look after her baby brother with her. If Liam could see him now, he hoped he would be proud.

They walk into Granny’s hand and hand and sit down in the booth. Emma orders them both Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, and waits patiently to see what he thinks of them. She shows him that he has to cut into the fluffy circle stack and pour the syrup all over them, the more syrup the better.

His eyes go wide as he chews and realises it’s delicious. “It’s so sweet. This is breakfast food?”

Emma laughs as she digs into her plate. “Oh yeah it’s breakfast all right. I don’t know what you eat for breakfast in the Enchanted Forest but we have many sweet options in this world.”

“Much better than the things I was eating whilst at sea.” He says as he pours even more syrup onto the pancakes.

“And what was that, Rum and more Rum?” She teases as she takes a bite off her plate.

“Ha-Ha Swan. Contrary to your belief, I did eat actual food as a pirate. Not nearly as sweet as this though, it consisted of dried fruits and nuts, then once we docked into port, we were able to have bread and other fresh pastry delicacies.” He chooses to leave out that in Neverland his diet did consist mainly of Rum and non poisonous fruit from the Island.

Emma smiles. This is what happiness looks like. Watching her pirate boyfriend eating Pancakes for the first time. She could get used to it.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

That night, Killian comes over around 6. Her parents had decided to go to a restaurant in town that wasn’t Granny’s, but after constant reminding that Emma had their number to call should anything go wrong. Not that it would. Hopefully.

Emma’s donned her leather jacket for some comfy clothes, leggings and an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun. Not her usual sheriff, or saviour look. Killian however is still in his modern leather jacket and jeans, not quite understanding that babysitting would be much easier in comfy clothes.

“Here, put these on.” She tosses him a pair of David’s clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, hopefully her dad won’t mind, he did say he was liking Hook more and more every day.

“Swan, the clothes in your world are utterly ridiculous.” He says as comes out of the bathroom, looking a lot less like a pirate, and more like a man.

Emma smiles, she had to say he looked good in sweatpants. “Trust me if Neal pukes all over you, it’s a lot easier to get it out of an old t shirt that it would out of leather.”

Killian looked vulnerable. For the first time really. She’d seen him in a lot less clothing before, but she never noticed how vulnerable it makes him look. Underneath all the leather, was a man who had been broken before.

He looks down at his Hook, “do you want me to take this off?”

Emma immediately tells him no. “I don’t see why you should. It’s a part of you, and he’s gonna have to get used to it.”

Killian smiles, the little prince will have to get used to it. Because he’s not going anywhere, he’s sticking around. He will never leave Emma like all those before.

“So where is the Little Prince then?” He asks.

Emma leads him over to the crib in the corner of the room, “Do you want to hold him?”

Emma trusts him. Wholeheartedly. So he agrees to hold the baby.

Neal fusses at first in Killians arms, but he fusses with everyone. He just needs to get used to it.

“Am I doing it okay Swan?” Killian asks as he fusses, but he isn't crying which is a good thing.

“You're doing great.” Emma smiles at him. This was a rare sight, Captain Hook in sweatpants holding a baby. Emma was getting butterflies in her stomach looking at it. She and Killian had been together for a few months now but she could already see a future with him. Being with him was so different than it ever was with Neal, even Walsh, despite it being all fake, was so different to Killian. He never tried to shower her with gifts or presents or big romantic gestures like Walsh. Killian was just there, by her side. And that's all she wanted.

“I think the Little Prince likes me.” Kilian beams as Neal starts laughing at the faces Killian was pulling.

It was scary. Emma was sure she was in love with him. She just couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Because as soon as she said them, things would change between them and it would become real. When she told Neal she loved him, he left her. Killian wouldn't leave, she knows that. But it still scares her.

“Oh no. No. Swan. What’s happening, why is the little lad crying?” Killian asks frantically, starting to panic that he was doing something wrong.

“He’s hungry,” Emma tells him, grabbing his bottle from the counter. “This should be warm enough by now.”

Killian takes the bottle and gets Neal to drink.

“You gotta make sure you’re holding his head, it’s sensitive at this age.” Emma says making his arm support her brother's head.

“You’re good at this you know.” He says as she helps him. “How is it you know all this?”

“Just watching my mom do it really. Also, my cursed memories of me raising Henry. Even though it didn’t happen, I remember learning everything from the books. I remember staying up all night when he cried, and learning how to be a mother at barely 18.” She decided to confide in him, she’s never told anyone about her cursed memories, or about her time in prison, but she feels like she can confide in him, tell him anything without being judged.

“I was 17 when I gave birth, cursed or not, I turned 18 a month later and a few weeks after that I was released from prison. It wasn’t my finest moment, but in my cursed memories I had Henry to keep me going. When I woke up and got my memories back, it made me wish I never gave him up. Because those 12 years were the best 12 years of my life.”

It feels good to open up. She’s letting him in slowly, but it feels nice. He doesn’t pry, he doesn’t ask too many questions, he just listens to her.

“After our father abandoned us, Liam practically raised me. I felt empty and hurt, but Liam, he was there even in my darkest days. The best years of my life was when we were in the Navy together, before it all went wrong.”

They were two halves of the same coin, both abandoned and lost everyone they ever cared about. But together they were healing, both themselves and each other.

“I think he likes you!” Emma says wiping her tears away as Neal becomes fascinated with Killian's Hook.

Killian looks down at the little prince in his arms to see him trying to grab his Hook with his tiny little fingers. “Everyone likes me Swan. I’m not surprised your brother does too.”

“I didn’t like you at first.” Emma teases.

“Aye but my charming wits and looks won you over eventually.” He teases back, causing the smile that he loves to see.

It would be so easy in this moment to say the three words. Killian knew it the moment she kissed him back in Neverland, and in the missing year he realised how much he loved her when he thought he’d never see her again. But he knows better. If he said the words right now, it would cause a rift, and maybe cause her to run. So he doesn’t, he will wait for her to say the words first. He’ll wait forever to hear her say it, it doesn’t matter. As long as they’re together.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it Swan!” He speaks too soon as he begins to rock the little prince to sleep, he decides to bring up the contents of his tiny stomach all over Killian.

Emma tries not to laugh, but she can’t help it as laughter fills the lot.

She takes Neal from Killian so he can clean the sick off his shirt, “told you this would be a better idea, imagine trying to get that off your leather vest. There's another one of David shirts on top of the dryer, you can put the dirty shirt in the basket with the other dirty laundry.”

Looking after her baby brother with her 300 year old boyfriend is honestly not even the weirdest thing about her life at the moment. But it’s something that she never thought she would be doing, she was 17 when she gave Henry up and she thought she would never want kids, or even be ready after that. But just seeing how good Killian was with her brother, it got her thinking could she want this life? It wasn’t off the table. A baby with her hair and Killians eyes. Maybe one day.

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“He won’t stop crying. Why won’t he stop crying?” Emma cries. They had been trying to settle him for almost an hour now and she’s getting tired. If this was a recurring thing then maybe having a baby of her own wasn’t something she wanted. Especially as it was barely 8.30.

“What else can we try?” Killian asks with Neal in his arms trying to send him to sleep by rocking him slowly.

“I don’t suppose you know a lullaby?” Emma asks, half joking, not really expecting him to.

Except he starts to sing, or hum a melody. It’s quiet enough that she can’t hear the lyrics properly, but Neal seems to like it. So much so that it stirs him off to sleep.

Emma’s really impressed. “That doesn’t sound like a sea shanty. Since when does Captain Hook know a lullaby?”

“My mother used to sing it to me and Liam. Before she died that is.” He tells her, putting Neal down slowly into his crib.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don't be, love. It was a long time ago.”

“Can you tell me about her?” She asks.

“I was 5 when she died, Liam was 8. I don’t remember much about her, Liam probably remembers more. But I know she was tough, she wouldn’t have taken my fathers bullshit. She used to sing that to Liam and I every night before we went to sleep. I sang it to myself sometimes on the Jolly in Neverland after Liam died. It comforted me.” He brushes it off as if it’s nothing, similar to how Emma talks about her past. She takes his hand and interweines their fingers as she leads them back to the couch.

“I like hearing stories about your past. About your pre-pirate days. Reminds me you weren’t always cursed.”

She wraps her fingers around his Hook, she’s never been afraid of it. Or afraid of the man attached to the Hook. She can’t help but imagine one day a baby with her hair and his eyes fiddling with his Hook the way her brother did tonight. And that’s scary.

Emma has a way of seeing the good in him, despite his cruel actions she sees beyond it, sees the pain it’s caused him in the past few years as he attempts to better himself. “I certainly was cursed with bad luck but sadly my actions were of my own accord. But I’ll tell you one story of the time Liam and I got caught in a storm at sea. Liam was a Lieutenant at that point and wanted to prove he could handle it, the stubborn arse.”

And so he tells her stories of his time in the Navy. He tells her anything she wants to hear, and he realises this is the first time anyone has really asked about Liam, or his past. The women he spent the night with back in the Enchanted Forest, well they never did much talking. And with Milah, she was focused on forgetting her past so didn’t care much to ask about his.

“I wish you could’ve met him. He would’ve loved you.” It’s nice, speaking about Liam, telling her the stories he hasn’t really ever told anyone-or thought about in centuries.

Snow and Charming return a few hours later, to find their daughter and Hook asleep on the couch, Emma’s head resting on the Pirates chest. Snow smiles at the sight, and even David isn’t appalled at the sight either, appreciating that his daughter is happy. Snow grabs a blanket and covers the two of them.

“Is that my shirt?” David whisper screams at his wife seeing the pirate wearing his clothes.

#cs January joy 2021 #csjj 2021 #captain swan #killian jones #Emma swan #cs ff #captain swan fanfic #my writing

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With Friends Like These

Prompt from Tumblr User Anonymous: Bechloe High School AU. (See full prompt at the end; I don't want to give the whole story away.)

Beca Mitchell sat quietly, watching Chloe Beale from across the cafeteria. Beca sighed as she looked away. She had a huge crush on Chloe, and Chloe barely knew she existed.

Beca left the cafeteria and made her way to the music room. She had to finish the mashup she had been working on for the cheerleaders. Mrs. Matthews, the Cheer Coach, had asked Beca if she would put something together for the cheerleaders to use in their upcoming competition. And, since Mrs. Matthews also taught music, she knew what Beca could do.

Beca had promised to have the set completed by today, so the cheer squad could start choreographing their routine for the Regional Cheer Competition. Beca needed to do one more run-through and make a few tweaks before giving the jump drive to Mrs. Matthews.

Beca had finished and was pulling the jump drive out of her laptop when she was startled.

"Hey, Beca," a voice Beca recognized as none other than Chloe Beale, spoke to her. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's, um, that's okay," Beca mumbled. "What are you doing here?"

"Mrs. Matthews sent me to see if you were done with the setlist," Chloe said.

"Oh, I, uh, yeah," Beca stuttered. "I'm, uh, I just finished."

"Oh, God," Beca thought. "Why am I so lame?"

"It sounded good," Chloe said with a smile.

"You heard it?" Beca asked with a look of surprise.

"Just part of it," Chloe said. "I liked it. I can already imagine some moves that will fit it."

"Oh, that's, uh, um, that's good," Beca said.

"Are you ready to go?" Chloe asked.

"What?" Beca asked.

"If you're finished, we can walk to music class together," Chloe said.

"Oh, uh, yeah, that would be nice," Beca said.

Beca stayed where she was and Chloe stood at the door, looking around. Chloe cleared her throat, and Beca jumped slightly.

"Oh, right," Beca said. "Sorry."

Beca put everything in her laptop bag and made her way to the door. Chloe smiled at her, and Beca blushed.

"Let's go," Chloe said.

~ With Friends Like These ~

"Oh, Beca," Mrs. Matthews said as Beca and Chloe walked into the music room. "I'm glad you're here. Do you have the setlist finished?"

Chloe broke off from Beca and walked over to sit with the cheerleaders.

"Um, yeah," Beca said as she reached into the pocket of her laptop bag. "Here."

Beca handed the jump drive to Mrs. Matthews.

"Thank you, Beca," Mrs. Matthews. "Chloe? Aubrey? May I see you both for a moment?"

Beca walked over to take her seat as Chloe and Aubrey walked over to Mrs. Matthews.

Mrs. Matthews held up the USB and said, "Girls, this has the setlist that Beca has put together for the Regional Competition. I want you two to stay after class so you can listen to it and we can discuss it. We need to start working on our routine as soon as possible."

"Of course, Mrs. Matthews," Aubrey said.

"It's good," Chloe said with a smile as she quickly glanced over at Beca. "I heard some of it before Beca downloaded it."

"I'm sure it will be great," Mrs. Matthews said. "You may take your seats so we can start class."

While Chloe was talking to Aubrey and Mrs. Matthews, Beca caught herself staring at Chloe. She quickly looked away. She then looked around to see if anyone noticed when she saw Regina and Gretchen, two of the cheerleaders, smirking at her while whispering to each other.

"Shit," Beca thought as she felt her cheeks grow warm.

After that, Beca stared down at her hands so she wouldn't get caught staring at Chloe again.

Chloe and Aubrey rejoined their friends, and Mrs. Matthews began class.

~ With Friends Like These ~

Later that evening, Beca was sitting in her room, working on her homework when she heard the text notification on her phone. She looked at her phone to see a text from an unknown number; she opened it.

Unknown Number: Hi. Is this Beca Mitchell?

"What the Hell?" Beca mumbled.

Beca: Yes, this is Beca Mitchell. Who is this?

Unknown Number: Thank goodness. I thought Fat Amy gave me the wrong number.

Beca: Fat Amy gave you my number? Who is this?

Unknown Number: Sorry. It's Chloe Beale.

Beca's eyes widened, and she tossed her phone from her. Why is Chloe Beale texting her? Beca retrieved her phone and texted back.

Beca: Not to sound mean, but why are you texting me? You don't even know me.

Unknown Number: I may not know you now, but I want to. Plus, I wanted to tell you how much I loved the setlist you put together for us. I just know with your music and our moves, we will def win the Championship.

Beca: Oh. Thanks.

Unknown Number: You're welcome. I have to go, but I'll see you at school tomorrow.

Beca: Okay. See you tomorrow.

Beca sat there with a furrowed brow. "Chloe Beale wants to get to know me? That was surreal," she mumbled.

Beca shook her head and opened one of her playlists and continued working on her homework.

~ With Friends Like These ~

Two weeks later, Beca and Chloe have been texting almost every night. Beca sat at home one night, wondering why Chloe never paid much attention to her in school. She had said that they were becoming friends, but Chloe doesn't say or do anything while they are at school.

Beca looks at her phone and decides to text Chloe.

Beca: Hey, why don't you ever talk to me in school? You said we were friends.

It took a few minutes before Chloe's reply came through.

Chloe: Sorry. I just want to keep you to myself for a while. I really like you, and I think we can be more than friends. If that's something you want.

Beca read the text several times to make sure she understood what Chloe was trying to say.

Beca: What do you mean by "be more than friends?"

Chloe: Exactly what I said. I really like you, and I want to see you outside school. Would you want that?

Beca's eyes widened. "Is Chloe asking me out on a date?"

Beca: Are you asking me out on a date?

Chloe: Yeah. Is that okay?

Beca's heart started pounding, and her face lit up with a big smile.

Beca: It's more than okay. I really like you, too. What did you want to do?

Chloe: I don't know. I'll think of something and get back to you. For now, can we keep this to ourselves? You know how my friends are.

Beca: Sure. I get it. I'll talk to you later.

Chloe: Thanks. Talk to you later.

Beca set her phone down with a bigger smile on her face. Chloe Beale, the girl she's been crushing on forever, likes her and wants to take her out.

In school the next day, Beca was walking to her locker when she saw Chloe with some of the cheerleaders. A couple of them looked at her as she walked by. Chloe had her back to her and turned to see what the other girls were looking at.

"Oh, hi, Beca," Chloe said and smiled.

"Um, hey, Chloe," Beca replied.

Chloe turned back to continue talking, and Beca continued on her way. Beca did hear some giggling come from a couple of the girls but thought nothing of it. All she could think about was that Chloe smiled at her and said hi in front of her friends.

Later, Beca was in music class, trying not to stare at Chloe or smile like an idiot. At one point, Gretchen and Regina were looking at her but quickly looked away when Beca saw them.

Regina got Chloe's attention and began talking to her. Gretchen stood and made her way over to Beca.

"Hey," Gretchen said.

"Um, hey," Beca said hesitantly.

"Look, Beca, Chloe's birthday is coming up soon, and we're having a party for her," Gretchen said. "It's a surprise party. And we think you should come."

"Um," Beca said, looking around.

"She really likes your music," Gretchen said. "A couple of the girls and I thought you could maybe make a birthday playlist for her. And play it at the party."

"Oh, um," Beca stammered a bit. "Wh-when is it?"

"It's two weeks from Saturday," Gretchen said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. "Here's a list of some of Chloe's favorite songs."

Beca took the paper and looked at Gretchen.

"If you could use these in the playlist, that would be awesome," Gretchen said.

"Um, okay, I can do that," Beca said, glancing over at Chloe. "Are you sure Chloe will want me there?"

"Absolutely," Gretchen said. "She keeps going on and on about your music. She'll be so surprised to have you there. She'll love it."

"Okay," Beca said, smiling. "I'll be there."

"Great," Gretchen said and left Beca alone.

"Wow," Beca thought, looking at the list of songs Gretchen gave her. "I'm going to Chloe Beale's birthday party."

Later that night, Beca got a text from Chloe. She didn't text for long because she was afraid she would tell Chloe about the surprise party.

They stopped texting, and Beca let out a heavy sigh. Beca didn't know if she was going to be able to keep this secret from Chloe for two weeks.

~ With Friends Like These ~

The next day, Beca walked into the cafeteria and smiled when she saw Chloe sitting with her friends. She walked over to her usual table, where her best friends, Fat Amy and Benji, were seated. As she sat down, they both were staring at her.

"What?" Beca asked.

"What's got you all smiley?" Benji asked.

"Oh, nothing," Beca said coyly, glancing over at Chloe.

"You look like you're in love," Fat Amy said. "Has someone finally caught your eye?"

"Possibly," Beca said.

"Do tell," Benji said.

"Okay, it's Chloe Beale," Beca said. "And I guess I should be thanking Amy for getting things started between us."

"Me?" Fat Amy asked. "What did I do?"

"You gave Chloe my number," Beca said. "I was a bit upset about it at first, but I got over it quickly. Chloe and I have been texting for the past month, and she said she likes me and asked me out on a date."

Fat Amy frowned. "Um, Beca, I'm happy for you, but I didn't give Chloe your number. I would never do that without asking first."

"What?" Beca asked. "But, she said you gave it to her. Why would she lie about that?"

"I honestly don't know what to say about that," Fat Amy said. "I'm sorry, but whoever gave her your number, it wasn't me."

"I don't understand," Beca said.

"Maybe Chloe was mistaken," Benji said. "And it was somebody else who gave her your number."

"But, who would do that?" Beca asked, her brows furrowed. "There are only four people in the whole school that I've given my number to. There's you two, Jesse, and-"

Beca stopped and looked over at the cheerleaders' table. "Emily."

Beca was angry. How dare Emily give Chloe her number without asking her. The only reason Emily still had it was because they had worked on a class project together last semester.

"I don't think Emily would do that," Benji said. "Maybe it was Jesse. He is dating Aubrey, who is a cheerleader."

"But he knows I don't like having my number given out to just anybody," Beca said. "He may be a bit of douche, but he is still my cousin and knows better. It has to be Emily."

Beca glared over at Emily, laughing and chatting with the cheerleaders. She moved her gaze over to Chloe, only to find Chloe watching her with a soft smile on her face.

Beca couldn't help herself and smiled back at Chloe. She then shook her head as if to clear it and looked down at her sandwich.

"Calm down, Beca," Benji said. "Don't go flying off the handle until you're sure it was Emily. Besides, you were just thanking Fat Amy for giving Chloe your number since it turned out okay."

"I get that," Beca spat out. "But what I don't get is what Emily gains by giving my number to Chloe. Something doesn't feel right about this."

"So, ask Chloe about it," Fat Amy said. "See what she says."

"You're right," Beca said.

Beca pulled out her phone and wrote a text to Chloe.

Beca: Why did you lie to me about Fat Amy giving you my number?

Beca looked over at Chloe once she sent the text. Her brows furrowed in confusion when Chloe never flinched or looked at her phone. She looked over to Emily and noticed Gretchen and Regina looking at a phone and laughing.

"What the Hell?" Beca mumbled as she pulled up her phone and sent another text.

Beca: What the fuck did you do, Gretchen and Regina?

She hit send and glared over at the table to see if they reacted. Gretchen and Regina looked down at the message and looked up with wide eyes to find Beca glaring at them.

"Shit," Gretchen muttered.

"Something wrong, Gretch?" Chloe asked.

"Um, what? No," Gretchen said. "Everything's fine."

"What's going on with you two?" Aubrey asked, looking at Gretchen and Regina. "You've both been acting weird for a couple of weeks now."

"I think it has something to do with the phone they're looking at," Emily said

Gretchen quickly moved her hand to hide the phone. Her eyes widened when she saw Beca striding over to their table.

"Chloe, may I speak to you for a moment?" Beca asked, causing the other girls to jerk their heads toward her.

"Is everything okay, Beca?" Chloe asked, confused at what was happening around her.

"Why don't you ask your besties, Gretchen and Regina," Beca said, gritting her teeth.

Chloe and the others switched their looks to Gretchen and Regina.

"What is Beca talking about, Gretchen?" Stacie asked.

"I have no idea," Gretchen said.

"Regina? Do you have anything to say?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know anything," Regina said.

Suddenly, the phone Gretchen was holding was snatched up by Beca.

"Give that back!" Gretchen squealed as she grabbed for the phone.

Chloe jumped up to stand by Beca. "What's going on, Beca?"

"Look at this," Beca said, handing Chloe the phone.

"That's not yours," Regina said. "You can't look at it. That's an invasion of privacy."

"And pretending to be someone else is against the law," Beca said.

"Who was she pretending to be?" Jessica asked.

"Me," Chloe said, looking through the phone Beca had grabbed from Gretchen. "Oh, my God!"

Chloe had tears in her eyes when she looked up from the phone.

"I can't believe you told Beca about that," Chloe said, looking at Regina and Gretchen. "That was told to you in the strictest of confidence."

"Wait," Beca said, looking at Chloe. "Is what they told me true?"

"What did they tell her?" Stacie asked.

Chloe looked at Beca and then looked away.

"Is it true?" Beca asked softly, staring at Chloe's profile.

Chloe wiped her eyes and nodded slightly.

"Can we talk?" Beca asked Chloe. Turning to find all the girls staring at them, Beca whispered, "Alone?"

Chloe nodded again.

"Excuse us," Beca said, taking Chloe's wrist and leading her away from the table.

Regina and Gretchen started whispering as soon as Beca and Chloe walked away.

Beca led Chloe to an empty corner of the cafeteria and stood facing her. She pointed to the phone still in Chloe's hand.

"Read the rest of the stuff they wrote," Beca said. "Please."

Chloe swallowed and nodded her head. She looked at the phone, and a smile came to her face.

"So, you like me?" Chloe said, looking up at Beca.

"I do," Beca said.

"I like you, too," Chloe said. "I also read something about asking for a date."

"You weren't the one who asked me," Beca said.

"What if I said I wanted to?" Chloe said.

"Seriously?" Beca asked. "You want to go out on a date with me?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said with a cheeky grin. "I thought you'd never ask."

~ With Friends Like These ~

Back at the table, the girls were still watching Beca and Chloe. Regina and Gretchen quietly stood as if to leave when Stacie said, "Where do you think you two are going?"

"Um, nowhere," Gretchen said as she quickly sat back down.

"Tell us what you two did," Aubrey said.

Regina and Gretchen then told the girls at the table about texting Beca and pretending to be Chloe.

"We saw Beca staring at Chloe with heart eyes and thought we'd mess with her a bit," Regina said.

"Beca doesn't give her number out to just anybody," Emily said. "How did you get it?"

"From your phone," Gretchen said. "You really should pay closer attention to where you leave it."

"What exactly did you hope to gain from your little joke?" Aubrey asked.

"I don't know," Regina said. "Just embarrass her. She's just a music nerd; what difference does it make?"

"The difference is," Jessica said, leaning in to get closer to Regina. "Chloe told us she had a crush on Beca in confidence. And you two used it to try and embarrass Beca, which in turn embarrassed Chloe."

"Don't get too used to those uniforms," Aubrey said. "I'll be informing Mrs. Matthews of this little prank of yours. I'm sure she'll agree that you two should be dismissed from Cheer Squad."

"God, it was just a joke," Gretchen said. "Besides, Beca likes Chloe, too. So we actually did Chloe a favor by telling Beca."

"It doesn't matter if Chloe and Beca like each other," Aubrey said. "It was Chloe's secret and not something for you to tell Beca."

"Whatever," Regina said, standing and looking at Gretchen. "Let's go."

The two got up and stormed off. The girls watched them go, shaking their heads.

"Unbelievable," Jessica muttered

"I need to apologize to Beca," Emily said, standing up.

"Um, maybe you should wait a few minutes," Stacie said with a smile, looking over at Beca and Chloe.

Emily followed Stacie's gaze and saw the two standing and smiling at each other. She couldn't help but smile when they were suddenly kissing.

Emily sat back down at the table.

"I hope they'll be done soon," Emily said. "Lunch is almost over."

The kiss was over in less than a minute. Both girls pulled back with smiles on their faces.

"So, Friday night?" Beca asked Chloe. "I'll pick you up around six, and we can get dinner, maybe see a movie?"

"Friday night it is," Chloe said, leaning in to kiss Beca again.

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Full prompt: Bechloe AU. Chloe is the popular girl, and Beca is the music geek with a huge crush on Chloe. Beca gets a text from an unknown number saying it's Chloe, so they start texting for a couple of weeks. What Beca doesn't know is that it's actually Chloe's mean girl best friends messaging Beca to make fun of her.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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stonerbughead · 4 years

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Maria watches friday night lights (#33)

I’m back, I’m back! So here’s what happened...I watched 5x10 on October 1, never edited my note about it, then ended up taking an inadvertent break from watching until now. Idk why, but i needed a break from like...watching tv i hadn’t seen before. Anyone else have that habit of watching things you’ve already seen when you’re going through an anxious period? Starting a new job in the same month as the 2020 presidential election fit the bill, and i wanted to really immerse myself in the final three episodes of this amazing show properly so i decided to wait until i was feeling it! Anyway to the like three people who enjoy my recaps, i hope you enjoy these last four recaps.

So without further ado, aforementioned Oct 1 recap, now edited and underneath the cut:

5x10 yoooo I have never been so amused by Buddy Garrity in my life + TIM so here we go:

TIM RIGGINS RETURNS?! Yay!!! (This is my reaction just from seeing him in the “previously on.”)

Eric’s getting recruited at a ~fancy~ restaurant! Oh shitttt

“That, right there, marks the end of the East Dillon Lions football program led by Coach Eric Taylor.” “...It’s a crate of oranges.” “Yeah, and it’s from the sunshine state. From Florida! And that can only mean one thing—year round sunshine and college funding.” Lmao alarmist Buddy is hilarious and actually not wrong here. Lol incredulous Levi: “you got all that from a crate of oranges?!”

#OperationGetTimOut!! Is Eric going to speak for him as a character witness?

I *knew* that phone call from Oklahoma Tech wasn’t gonna be good. Ohhhhh Vince you should’ve listened to Eric~~~

Oh shit everyone’s buzzing about “losing their kingmaker” and it’s playoff time! Love a good car radio scene. “So how was it honey, are we moving to Florida?” Lol

“Dad, maybe we should just talk to Coach. I need to be focused on this game on Friday night, getting my spot back.” Yes Vince stand up for yourself, take a break from those meetings! I am fearful of his dad’s true reaction tho.

“Expelling Epyck, that was a good start.” Omfg some of these teachers are too cruel! That is a severely traumatized child, ma’am!

“Impromptu speeches...” “Impromptu means not planned, Buddy.” “Okay, then promptu.” I’M LIVING for these Buddy and Levi interactions omg hilarious.

“A man can’t leave if you erect a statue in his honor.” “A plaque?” “You got money for that?!” I cannot omfgggg Levi and Buddy should take this show on the road!

Tami’s “Oh Levi you are too much.” That’s a nice way to say “fuck you” for making her take a personal day to go speak on a panel he TOLD her she’s speaking at? Smh this is why staff needs unions.

Lmao Buddy is being so extra with Eric, I can’t

...and enter Billy, here to ask Eric a favor...

“Tim Riggins? One of the best fullbacks in the great state of Texas? The boy my girl fell in love with? Yeah I’ll do that.” Damn Buddy has a crush on Tim Riggins too!! I get it dude same.

“I believe in loyalty, Billy. Sticking with your people, through good and bad.” SO EXTRA LMAO

“Hey coach you going to Florida?” “I was planning on going home and I suggest you do too, Tinker.” Ugh poor Eric having to deal with all of these rumors and the team being endlessly curious right before the playoffs!

Awww Tami’s excited about the Florida houses. “Three years with a two year option.” Damn. Aw the way that Eric looks at Tami and you know he wants to give her everything she wants 🥺

Omggg now Buddy is making the players talk up Eric Taylor 😂 his scheming truly kills me

Becky and Luke tossing a football, so precious!

Ah, there’s more to life than college football, Luke! “No one wants me.” “I want you.” Aww Becky.

Aw Billy is getting so frustrated trying to write his speech for Tim. “It sounds ridiculous.” “No it doesn’t. You’re a good brother.” Oh Mindy 🥺 fuck prisonssss he should not feel like his words have so much bearing on his brother’s literal freedom!

Yes to Vince going to Eric and agreeing to earn his way back! That’s the Vince we know and love!

I love Eric telling Tami about Tim’s parole hearing. “You going to do it?” “You bet i’m going to do it.” My heart! The way there’s no question about it 🥺

Andddd Vince’s dad predictably refuses to let up with the recruiters. But this time Vince is standing up to him!

Yesss Vince, walk away! Especially after his dad yelled at him like that; this is not your life, it’s Vince’s!

“Don’t whack her. Just a little love tap.” LMAO Luke, Tinker, Becky, and a pig. Luke is giving Tinker pageant advice for Tinker at a competition with the pig?? I can’t, that’s weirdly so cute. Becky clearly finds it cute.

Omg Tim in his all-white prison uniform I HATE THISSS

OMGGGG “I don’t want Billy to speak, he’s done enough damage.” Fuck this is gonna fuck Billy UP. But also fair...I mean, Billy DOES tend to be a fuck up?? Isn’t that how we got here?

Yessss Tami going off explaining that standardized testing isn’t the end all be all!!

“what would you have us do, meet with every kind in the state?” “Yes I would.” to a round of applause. GO OFF QUEEN TAMI TAYLOR

Yes Coach Taylor! Give us one of your epic speeches!

Poor Tim looks like he has a lot of self hatred sitting here listening to Eric talking about him 🥺

“I asked him to be an assistant coach because of his character off the field.” YES

lol Buddy Garrity getting up to speak even tho he’s not on the list 🤣

“He’s like family to me.” OH BUDDYYYY he’s coming through with a full time job for Tim when he comes out?????? Tim’s smile of relief.

“It’s time for you to let Tim Riggins come home.” YESSSSS

AW Tim sent Eric letters from prison?? My poor babe. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit more.” “I’m sorry I let you down.” “You didn’t and that’s not why I’m here.” IM EMOTIONAL

Holy shit Vince’s dad is STILL not letting up? “I’m your father. I know what’s right.” “that is enough! Get off his back!” “He needs a father, not an agent!” YES REGINA GO OFFFFF she finally snapped!

(It’s wild how Coach possibly leaving is being used in this fight in Vince’s family. Oh, Dillon!)

Oh shit Billy is yelling at both Becky and Mindy, clearly very affected by what Tim said at his parole hearing. “You did everything you could and that makes all the difference.” Aww Mindy, and Billy apologized! Too much stress for such a young family! Also unrelated but Mindy looks mad hot for the athletic banquet.

Awww I love getting to see the other teams stand up. Yeah cross country, yes girls volleyball!!!

Man, playing a sport in Texas that’s not football must suck, look at that insane applause for football vs. weak for everyone else

Buddy giving Gracie a lil t-shirt and saying, “clear eyes, full hearts...you know it?” And they’re all like “can’t...lose” and Gracie giggles! Ok that’s cute af

Omg the tension between Jess and Vince!! “Jess, I miss you. I miss you.” 🥺 aw yeah she blew him off for her brothers

Wow they made it to the playoffs for the first time in 25 years?? Well here comes Buddy’s All Hail Eric Taylor pageant. Lmao

Awww these heartfelt addresses from the team members on how much Eric Taylor has changed their lives??? Manipulative, Buddy, really. He knows what he’s doing.

Yesss Eric, give Tami that massage. See y’all, this is what being a good man looks like.

“It had the desired effect. It sure made you think twice about leaving Dillon.” “It’s a hell of an offer. I’d own that building. They have funding.” “Mmm and oranges. Don’t forget about oranges.” “Mmm that pool.” They wanna leave.

“You know what I want more than anything right now? I wanna bring these boys to state.” “I know you do.” “They deserve it.” “I know they do. But after you do that, this offer is something to think about. Because you deserve that.” Ugh I know I say it a lot but since we’re in the final four episodes now and I’m mostly talking into the void anyway — god, what a model of a wonderful and gentle and loving and communicative marriage! I am continually floored!

Becky with cowboy boots at Luke’s farm works. And ooh Luke’s mom said hi to her?? Progress!!

Aw they’re talking about how pretty they find Luke’s farm as he tries to imagine a future here in Dillon. “I have an amazing imagination. I see your next game, and you’re winning.” Awww Becky is such a cute girlfriend.

What a cute shot of Luke and Becky on the farm, “you ever think you could imagine living on a farm?” “Sure.” AWWW

Vince at Eric’s door on game day?!!! He’s asking Eric not to take the offer to Shane State when he’s supposed to already be at the field house!?!

“Having you as a coach is one of the best things to happen to me. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Either in jail or in a ditch somewhere.” Damn forget Buddy this shit is from the HEART

Eric tells him to get in the damn car and tells him he’s starting!! “You know what your problem is? You ask too many damn questions.”

AHHHHH TIM IS HOME! Showered in a flannel! My heart! He salutes Becky with a beer!

Aww Billy is so excited to have his brother home.

It seems uneasy in the home. Coming back from prison is hard.

And here they go, heading onto the bus with signs and cheers!

“I’ll tell you, this is an away game, but you look around here at the community tonight and the young players that I have playing for me, and the character they got—no matter where this community goes, that’s home.”

Damn Eric just announced he was planning to stay home in Dillon to the press. “you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” says Tami. “I love you.” and with the FNL theme song playing aghkliyb I’m not ready for the final three episodes ahhh!!!

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x10

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The Piano - Chapter 14

Summary: Belle French and her daughter arrive in New Zealand to an arranged marriage with Gaston LeGume. Gaston shows little interest in her or her piano and books. However, Mr. Gold is fascinated… (Rumbelling of the 1993 film “The Piano”)

Rating: E for smut, dark subject matter and violence.

Also on AO3

Gold leapt off his horse, not taking the time to grab his cane. Granny took it for him, and followed as he limped up the steps. Tilly was huddled in the corner, her arms wrapped around her legs. She wailed when she saw him. He dropped to the floor next to her and stroked her hair.

“What's happened? Are you hurt? Where's your mother?”

Unable to speak through her crying, she handed him the bloodstained package.

How could something that small look so ominous? Whatever it was, it had caused Tilly great distress. Hands shaking, he undid the ribbon. Blue, like Belle's eyes. The bundle opened. Horrified, he jerked backwards with such force that he hit his head on the wall. His stomach heaved and spots danced before his eyes. It fell from his numb fingers and rolled on the floor.

Granny let out a small shriek before she composed herself and grabbed it to remove the tragedy from Tilly's view.

The terrible sight of Belle's tiny finger and the urgency of the message she needed to deliver gave Tilly her words back.

“You cannot see her again or he'll chop her to pieces! I was supposed to bring you the piano key, but Gaston sent this instead!”

Gold knelt in front of Tilly, grabbing her by the shoulders, desperate for information. “Gaston did this? I'll kill him. Where is your mother!?”

Tilly's shriek, long and high-pitched, hurt his ears. She could form no thoughts to answer. Granny intervened.

“Gold, stop. You're making it worse. She's just a little girl and you're scaring her.”

Grabbing his cane, he got to his feet, incandescent with rage. He spun his cane around and swung the gold handle down on the porcelain washbowl and pitcher. White fragments exploded, crunching underfoot as he lunged toward the mirror. He smashed it before it showed him his reflection and continued beating on it until only shards remained. Blazing, white-hot fury consumed him, and he felt as though he were watching himself from a great distance.

A hand clutched his arm, and he jerked around, ready to strike.

“Gold, enough! Think of Tilly, she doesn't need to see this.”

“It will never be enough! Not until I crush his skull.” He hurled a plate across the room and it shattered against the wall with an unsatisfying crash. He needed to hear Gaston's bones shatter. Yes, that would be better. He'd kill him. Now.

Tilly flung herself on him, wrapping her arms around one leg and halting his exit. “You can't go there, please! Gaston might kill my mother, he said he'd cut another finger off if you saw her again!”

Gold punched the wall in frustration. Tilly's eyes, swollen from crying, pleaded with him. It was enough to bring him back to himself. The child was right, going there now was a terrible idea. He took Tilly over to the rocking chair and gathered her into his lap.

“We'll both stay here,” he said, keeping his voice calm with significant effort. Taking care of Tilly would come first, then he would plan Gaston's demise. “Granny will make us something nice to drink. Maybe some hot chocolate? How does that sound?”

Granny sagged with relief. Had Gold gone there now, there was no doubt this night would have ended with Gaston's death. As much as she would have enjoyed that, the rational part of her knew it would create more trouble. Otherwise, she'd be heading there herself to shoot him with her crossbow.

The rhythmic movement and creaking of the chair soothed Tilly. He hummed her a lullaby, plucked from a distant memory of one his auntie used to sing. It had always made him feel better when she sang to him when he'd waken up from a nightmare.

Granny brought two steaming mugs over, placing them within his reach.

“Thank you.”

“It's the least I could do.”

“We'll be all right now.”

“You promise not to go over there tonight?”

“Daisy, I give you my word.”

“Daisy. There's a name I haven't heard in a long time. No, that's a young girl’s name, I'm Granny now. Your word is good enough for me. I'll take care of your horse, then I'll get David Nolan to check on the situation. I'll come back here first thing in the morning.”

Gold could always trust Granny to keep her head and take sensible action. He nodded, then sat Tilly up. “Drink this, you'll feel better.”

Tilly took small sips from the cup he held for her. After she finished, she began to weep.

“It's my fault. Mama told me to bring you the package, but I took it to Gaston instead. I thought he'd be happy that I listened! But when he saw the piano key, he was so mad. It's all my fault.”

Gold turned Tilly around so he could look directly into her eyes. The emotional damage done to her was enormous. He must be very careful with Belle's child; this conversation could break her further, or help her begin to heal.

“No, Tilly. This is not your fault. What happened to your mother is Gaston's fault. You are just a little girl, and you only did what you thought was best. He is an adult, and he is the one responsible.”

“She'll hate me.”

He hugged her. “Oh, precious lass, your mother could never hate you. She loves you so much and that will never change. She loves you more than anything else in the world. Anyone can see that.”

“But I called Gaston 'Papa', I wish I didn't. I hate him now.”

“I understand. Every child wants a papa, there's nothing wrong with that. Gaston doesn't deserve to be your Papa. You deserve better.” He hoped very much that someday, he would earn her love and be her Papa.

“I never met my real father.”

“We have something in common, then. I never met my mother.”

“You didn't have a Mama?” asked Tilly, incredulous.

“No, I didn't. But I had two wonderful aunties who gave me all the love I could want, and I turned out just fine.” Many would disagree with that assessment, but that was beside the point. “Now, how about we get you ready for bed?”

“I don't want to go to sleep.”

“I'll make you a deal.” He set Tilly on her feet and got one of his old shirts. “You put this on, and climb into bed. And I'll let Ebony get in with you. She tries to sleep in the bed with me, but I never allow it. Too hot and furry. But just this once, I'll make an exception.”

“You won't leave when I fall asleep?”

“No, I won't. I promise.”

Gold went outside to give her some privacy, and to find the cat. Luck was with him for once, and Ebony came when he called her. He gave her a small piece of jerky and brought her inside. Tilly was in the bed, yawning.

“Here she is, as agreed.” He blew out the candles and put out the lamp. Stretching out next to her on top of the covers, he crossed his arms behind his head. He forced himself not to think of Belle. What she had lost, the repercussions of what that idiot had done. Did Gaston even comprehend what he'd taken from her? No, there wasn't time to cry for that now; he'd mourn what happened later. Now was the time to concentrate and plan. His mind worked through scenarios until he nodded off without realizing it, worn out by the day's events.

Earlier that evening...

Cora and Regina struggled to remove Belle's clothes. The fabric was heavy with mud and rainwater. They resorted to scissors to cut off her sleeves, not wanting to jostle her more than necessary.

“What a dreadful accident.”

“Why was she chopping kindling? There was enough already,” asked Regina. “And where's Tilly?”

Gaston, observing from the corner, shrugged. “She was there when it happened and took off running towards Gold's house. I'm sure she's fine.”

“Of all the callous, uncaring --”

Cora interrupted. “That's not important right now. We need to focus on Gaston's wife. The wound is clean, and the bleeding has stopped. If no fever sets in, she will recover.”

They heard the door open; someone had let themselves in. Gaston tensed, alert. Regina found it suspicious that he reached for his gun.

“Hello?” a voice called out.

Gaston relaxed. “In here, David.”

“What's going on?” he said, entering the room and seeing Cora and Regina with Belle.

“There's been an accident,” answered Cora.

“An accident? Granny told me to come here right away, that Gaston attacked Belle.”

“How ridiculous. Really, you think you'd know better than to listen to Granny.”

“Tilly told her that Gaston chopped her mother's finger off.”

“The child was overwrought after seeing a tragic accident. Nothing more.”

David turned to his friend. “Gaston?”

“It's exactly what she said.”

There was more going on here, David was sure of it. But no one ever contradicted Cora, and he had nothing to back up Granny's story.

“Does that mean Tilly is safe?” asked Regina.

“Yes, Granny left her with Gold. She's upset, but unharmed.”

“I'm glad.” She glared at Gaston, irritated that his step-daughter's well being meant so little to him.

“She'd be safer with a crocodile,” muttered Cora.

“I'll send Mary Margaret over for her tomorrow, I know she'll want to help.”

Cora put on her gloves and asked, “Would you like Regina and I to stay? Or fetch Reverend Hopper?”

“No, thank you. Go home, you can check on us in the morning.”

#the piano #my fic #rumbelle #rumbelle fic

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The Same Soul (Part 4)

Available on FF Here and AO3 Here. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3.

Our world AU where Emma and Killian knew each other as teenagers. Killian was sent to spend a summer with family in America. He met foster kid Emma while there. They fell in love but then he was forced back home and she couldn’t take the memories so she ran away, trying her best to move on from the dreams they’d always hoped for. A chance meeting brings them back together years later, and this time nothing and no one will keep them apart. Rated M.

A/N: Hey everyone! After a while away I am back with another chapter of ‘The Same Soul.’ If you’re like me, you might have needed a refresher, and since there are only three chapters before this it’s super easy to go back. Either way, I hope you will all enjoy this chapter. It is also from Killian’s POV but it takes place in the present, where Emma and Killian have just found each other again and Killian is determined to get Emma back with an epic date. Will he be successful? I think we can all guess the answer to that… Anyway thanks so much for reading and I can’t wait to see what you all think!

(Present)

You’re not dreaming. It was really her. She’s back. You’ve found her.

Coming to terms with all of these miraculous facts was next to impossible for Killian. For so long he’d been living a life ruled by ‘what-ifs,’ and the largest among them was what if things had never ended with Emma Swan. Emma was the one who got away in the story of his life, and there had never been a moment where he didn’t want to find her and at least know she was okay. There was never any closure between them, and for Killian there had never been any want for things to end in the first place. He loved her when he was a boy and that love hadn’t ever faded away, even when hope seemed lost. He’d largely pushed it aside to get through his day to day, but it was always with him – she was always with him.

Seeing her again today at the court house, taking her in all these years later, he was struck by all of this weighty and incredible emotion. In some ways it was like no time had passed at all. All it took was the span of a heartbeat for him to be exactly where he was before, his heart racing, his hands shaking, his step a little unsteady. Emma made him feel like a teenager again, like he was really living in a moment for the first time in over ten years. The excitement and the nerves were familiar, but after so much time without them he was almost paralyzed by their presence. The only thing that kept him going was that he knew down to his very core that she was one for him. There had never been another for him like Emma, and there never would be as long as he lived.

Yet despite the familiarity of what he felt and how she acted at times, in other ways Emma was so different than the girl he once knew. He saw her now, a beautiful, gorgeous, confident woman in command of herself, and he couldn’t deny how much she’d grown, not just in looks but in spirit. Even when she was faced with him and the pains of their past, he could see her strength. She’d always been strong, of course, but Killian could see that all those walls that formed when she was just a girl had only fortified as time went on. She was cool and collected, and that seemed to make her almost untouchable. But when she smiled at him, and when she whispered her agreement to see him again tonight, all of that melted away. He could feel she was the same person he’d given his heart to years back, and now he just wanted to figure out a way to get them back on track again.

“You really know how to make an impression, don’t you Jones?”

The snarky words came from his last opponent of the day, one Regina Mills, who worked for the DA’s office. She was a haughty, hot-shot attorney with a regal state of mind, walking around the courthouse as if she were some queen instead of an assistant district attorney. Not that her record didn’t back her up. Since arriving at his firm here in Boston and being assigned this case he’d been told of ‘Her Majesty.’ Unfortunately for her, Regina’s legal capabilities had proven no match for his fervent effort today. She’d come at his client with a loaded docket of charges, all of them way off the mark for the petty theft that the sixteen-year-old defendant had actually committed, and that assuredness and borderline legal abuse had ultimately been her undoing. In the end, her hog-wild mentality allowed Killian to appeal to the judge that this was more a persecution of an already vulnerable youth instead of an actual attempt at procuring justice. Judge Hampson agreed and now Killian and the young ward in his firm’s charge were vindicated. Tonight, Thomas would be released, and thanks to Killian’s new connections in the system, he’d be in a stable home placement instead of at his previous group home.

“Seems I have today,” Killian agreed, finally responding to Regina but making sure to keep guarded even his tone was joking around. “Tell me, is it the losing you despise or is it the opposition in general?”

“Both,” Regina replied with a clipped tone, but despite her harshness, Killian could see she had some begrudging respect for him.

She’d never say it aloud, but Killian knew that no one got this far in the career with so many convictions without being able to see the workable parts of another lawyers’ process. To stay competitive, lawyers had to grow and change from their experience, and the enemy of success in this world was stagnation. Regina was undoubtedly successful, but she had underestimated him today, and now she knew she’d have to up her game. Not that she’d ever willingly admit that, seeing as she really thought herself a cut above the rest.

“It doesn’t matter though,” Regina quipped, bringing him back to their somewhat fatiguing interlude. “Because today was a fluke. I’ve yet to find an equal in this city, and if I ever do it’s certainly not going to be some British wannabe such as yourself.”

“Such praise on a first day, I’ll try not to let it all go to my head,” Killian replied dryly, but none of her intended barbs landed on him. If anything, they were just an annoyance, like the buzzing of a nearby fly on a hot summer’s day. He glanced down at his watch, knowing that Thomas’ release should be happening any moment, and that as soon as he’d reassured the boy that he was really in the clear he could be off. He had a huge night ahead of him, and there was still so much to check and finalize before he picked Emma up in two hours’ time.

Blessedly, Tiny, one of the bailiff’s that Killian had been chatting with today, chose that moment to return with Thomas, giving Killian the means to excuse himself and the time to see to his client. As a fifteen-year-old, Thomas still had his whole life ahead of him, and where some kids in his precarious position might be tempted to repeat the sins that had gotten him here today, Killian knew Thomas wasn’t one of them. Thomas was smart, and he’d learned quickly that life in prison was far worse than life in the broken system that was foster care. It broke Killian’s heart in many ways that there was no truly great situation that could come from all of this, but he was relieved at least when Thomas’ case worker appeared with his new foster family placement. The MacDonald’s looked like kind, stand-up people, and if they could give Thomas a safe place to land and a good amount of patience, Killian could see good things on the horizon for this boy. He’d also make it his business to check in that that was exactly what happened, but for the meantime he did have to depart, leaving Thomas in the care of people he trusted to do the right thing.

From there things went a bit haywire. Getting Emma to agree to this date was a miracle, but even if Killian believed Emma still had feelings for him as he did for her, there were no guarantees. Tonight was his one shot to show Emma how much she still meant to him, and to not only prove to her that he knew her then and now, but to inspire her to trust him again. During their summer together years ago they’d built that trust, but it was shattered in the end for reasons still unknown.

Okay, so maybe he did know, or at least know part of what had happened. The two of them had fallen for each other, finding a young love that burned so bright it transcended their age all together. They hadn’t needed five, ten, or twenty years to be certain of their feelings. It was instant and enduring. But unfortunately for both of them they were still kids. They had no ability to govern their own lives then, and when the summer came to an end, they had to leave each other. Emma was forced back to the city. Her group home was waiting, and as a sixteen-year-old foster kid, she had no choice but to go back. Killian too was bound for home, a place across the sea that immediately held nothing for him. After the soul crushing goodbye he shared with Emma, Killian hated London more than he ever thought possible and was determined to leave. He had three months still before he turned eighteen, and in the meantime he’d done everything he could to reassure Emma that just because they were apart didn’t mean that things were over. He wrote to her every day, sending letters with promises he was hell bent on keeping, but it turned out they never got to her. It took him a while to realize that, and by the time he did it was all too late. Emma had fled that place and that city all together, choosing the life of a runaway over the loneliness of the system she’d grown up in. And as much as her running had gutted him, Killian never blamed her for it. He only ever blamed himself for not giving Emma enough hope that he’d come save her as he promised.

That didn’t mean his grief was less intense or gaping when all was said and done. He hurt for a long, long time without Emma in his life, but she never really left him. Even when he was at his lowest, she was still there with him, not just in his heart and in his thoughts, but in the choices he made and the actions he took. She inspired him through all of it, and looking back, Killian knew she’d been the reason for so much of what he’d done since they were parted. She was why he’d worked so hard at school, and eventually followed in his Uncle’s steps into the law. She was why he never gave up, even when the path forward wasn’t easy. She was why he graduated top of his class at law school, and why he made the, to many people unbelievable, decision to specialize not just in family law, but in the defense of minors in particular. He’d turned down numerous big firm offers to work for the public defender’s office in Los Angeles, and now he had come to Boston to defend children here as well. He’d finally given in to his Uncle’s wish that he join a Jones-owned firm after years of saying no, but Killian finally accepted with the promise of resources and pro-bono hours that would allow him to expand the work he considered so necessary.

As it was, his clients ranged in their needs, from kids in happier homes who’d run into trouble, to ones who had never known a family or only knew one that was dysfunctional and broken. Each of them had a different story to tell and a different set of goals for him to try and meet, but helping all of them was Killian’s way of trying to make up for his inability to help the one girl who’d mattered most to him: Emma. It was for her that he’d started this crusade to help those who could not truly help themselves, and he only hoped to show her that it was her inspiration that made any of his successes even remotely possible.

Killian thought of this all through getting ready and driving to Emma’s apartment, and he wondered how to approach the situation tonight. Instinct told him to be totally candid and to let her see his wishes right from the start, but he also realized that picking up where they left off would likely be impossible. More than a decade had passed between them, and they would have to address that. He only hoped that Emma would believe him when he said that his intentions hadn’t changed. He still believed she was the one, no matter where life may have taken her over the last however many years.

It was almost surreal parking his car out front of Emma’s place and hiking the steps to her apartment, when he finally arrived at her home. The anticipation inside him had him riled to such a dizzying state, but he willed himself to tamp it down. He couldn’t go in guns blazing. He had to play it somewhat cool and ease Emma back into the idea of letting love lead their way, but despite his best attempts at getting himself together, it was all for nothing. When the door opened, Killian was left without words or thought. All he had was awe and joy.

Seeing Emma now was like seeing her for the first time again all over, and it took a minute to realize that this was more than a dream or figment of his rampant imagination. Emma was here and she was breathtaking, making for a vision no fantasy could ever concoct. Her long, golden hair was pulled back, though that did nothing to remove the itch of his fingers to run through her soft waves he remembered so vividly. Her red dress was perfect, hugging every line and curve of her figure all while prompting his need to see more. But as ever, it was her eyes that did him in, and the look of her overall expression, which gave away a beautiful mix of shyness, bravery, and a desire to see him too.

“You made it,” Emma whispered, giving away a small moment of pure vulnerability and showing him how happy she actually was to see him again.

“I did, love. Just as I promised. You look…” Stunning. Transcendent. Glorious. All these words came to mind, but he found himself helpless to deliver a single one. He was actually struck speechless.

“I know,” she quipped, feigning total confidence as she swayed ever so slightly on her high red heels. The only tell that she wasn’t totally certain of what a bombshell she appeared to be was one of her hands, which ran shakily down the side of her dress. But her gaze stayed locked on his, a sign of courage he couldn’t help but admire. “And you look…”

“I know,” he responded in kind, but there was no way his own attire for the evening could even begin to compare. In this duo, it was Emma who was the knockout, but just standing here in front of her helped him feel invincible and destined for greatness.

His continuation of her joke prompted a sparkle to appear in Emma’s eyes, a hint of mischief he’d missed so terribly. It colored their particular shade of green with just a bit more brightness, and he knew he’d never seen their likeness in all the rest of his life. When her eyes moved down, however, catching sight of the small gift he’d brought her, that sparkle shimmered into something even more pronounced.

“Are these for me?”

“Aye, love,” he said, extending the bouquet which consisted of a mixed bunch of roses.

The blossoms were all shades of red, not unlike the dress she wore, some well-kempt from being grown in green houses and indoor gardens, but it was the fuller ones that snagged his Swan’s interest, the wild ones that it had taken so much effort to find as he combed through florist inventories all over the city between appearances in court. He’d wondered for a bit at the choice, knowing that though Emma loved roses, there were other flowers she loved just as much, like daisies and sunflowers and buttercups. But the roses were symbolic, a small show to her that he remembered every piece of their history, and that he’d cherished the memory of each part for all the time they weren’t together.

“They’re beautiful,” Emma said, her eyes closing as she brought them up to take in their fragrant scent, and it was on the tip of his tongue to respond when her eyes flashed open again and she smiled at him before filling in his thought. “But you’re going to say they’re not as beautiful as me, I know, I know.”

The easy comfort of this bit of their banter warmed him, but suddenly Emma looked stricken, as if she were embarrassed. It occurred to him that she might have jumped into the same comfort and ease he felt too soon for her to feel safe, and so he stepped closer to her, holding her waist with one hand and raising his other to cup her cheek.

“Your instincts have rarely been wrong before, love, and they certainly hold up now. That’s exactly where my thoughts were going. Don’t doubt that, all right?”

Emma exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, and Killian felt he could breathe again as well. Belatedly he realized how close they now were, and though he wanted to continue holding her like this, he knew it was too fast. He took a step back, giving Emma her space again and missing the connection as he did. Emma clearly felt torn as well, but she took the opportunity to invite him in to the front hall of her place as she put the roses in water. He looked around, seeing little touches that felt so quintessentially Emma, and though his heart hurt at this being only the first time he’d ever been here, he was happy she’d made herself a place like this. A few minutes inside was all he needed to know that Emma had made herself a nest in the world where she felt free and true to herself, and Killian knew how much that meant to her after all the volatility she’d faced as a kid.

“Well, now that we’ve got all that out of the way,” Emma prefaced, her lips turning up into a wry grin as she came back from the kitchen and moved with him out into the hallway once again. “Care to tell me where we are going?”

“And ruin the surprise when I know how much you secretly love them?” he asked. This prompted an eye roll, another thing he’d missed so much, even if it was crazy to do so. But when she looked away instead of immediately meeting his gaze, Killian knew this was another place to tread lightly. “It’s up to you, Swan. If you want to know, I’ll tell you. But if you like some mystery, as I suspect you still do, then please, let me give you this.”

The softness of her gaze in response told him he’d read her exactly right. Emma didn’t hate surprises at all. For her, it was simply about trust. Not all surprises were good, after all, but with them he wanted the rest of their time together to always be positive. If it were up to him he’d shield Emma from any hurt and pain that may try to find her ever again, and he wanted her to know that he was only doing this to make her happy.

“You always know just what to say,” she admitted, and though all he wanted was to wrap her up in his arms and hold her close, he knew he had to take this slow. So instead, he offered her his hand, and when she immediately accepted by placing her hand in his, he felt bolstered in ways he'd nearly forgotten he could be.

Riding the high of having her with him, Killian led her to his car and made the journey to their destination. The time between them was filled with an understanding that while this wasn’t as easy it once had been, it could be. They didn’t talk in depth about the past though, and Killian knew he didn’t want to until he was certain Emma was ready. Instead he focused on the here and now, asking Emma about her job and her friends and her life here.

“Work kind of is my life,” Emma confessed when faced with the questions. “I don’t know how it got that way, and I know it’s not exactly the most meaningful line of work -,”

“You bring bad guys back to justice when they get away, Emma. What could mean more than that?”

“I don’t know. The police are the ones who solve the crimes, and the lawyers make sure perps do the time. I’m just a middle man.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, love. I’ve heard you’re the best at what you do in the whole city.”

“Oh God, you met Ruby!” Emma exclaimed with a groan. “I totally forgot about that. Please tell me she didn’t hunt you down later at the courthouse. She has a habit of stopping at nothing when she senses a good story.”

“And is that what we are, love? A good story?”

“Well yeah, of course,” Emma said, like it was obvious and making his chest swell with pride. “Especially to Ruby. She’s been hounding me about getting out and dating since I met her, and then you show up. It’s like her dream come true that something like this would happen.”

Hers and mine, Killian thought to himself, though he kept that quiet. He was saved from having to comment more, by their arrival at the restaurant, and as Emma turned her attention to the place where they stopped, her jaw dropped in shock. So maybe she had heard of this place. He wasn’t quite sure if she would have. Misthaven was still a very new spot. It had been open less than a month, but the critics were all raving that it was the place to be in the whole tristate area. Lucky for Killian he had an in with the owner.

“I hope you’re hungry, Swan. I’ve been told this place is ‘next level.’”

“Wait we’re really going here?” Emma asked and when he responded in the affirmative she gawked some more, allowing him time to open her door and lead her to the front. “Well I’m glad I dressed up. What the heck would you have done if I opened the door in jeans?”

“Improvised,” he admitted. “Full disclosure I had a number of plans for tonight in case anything should go awry, or other inspiration should strike.”

“Wait you did? Why?”

“Because I’m determined to make this the best date either of us has ever been on, and maybe then I’ll have the pleasure of taking you on more.”

With his admission hanging between them in a comfortable span of quiet, the hostess led them to their secluded table across the restaurant. It was dimly lit in here, but the colors were warm and sultry. It set a mood that was exactly what he’d hoped for for the date, and the designer of the layout had been a genius, allowing couples to sit close together instead of across the table from one another. This was a great gift indeed, and it made the whole night feel more intimate. There was no unnecessary space left between them, and as the night progressed and one course turned into two and then three, Emma was the one who had grown bolder in their closeness. Maybe it was the ambiance around them, or perhaps it was the fact that he’d specifically pulled strings to get their personal menu to reflect gourmet versions of all of Emma’s favorite meals, but by the time they shared a decadent slice of twelve layer chocolate cake together, Emma’s hand rested on his leg as she fed him a piece with her own fork.

“You’re doing it all wrong. You need the perfect balance of frosting, cake, and whipped cream. That’s the whole point,” she said, scolding him for his previous attempt to just take a random bite.

“But it’s good just as it is,” he countered and she sighed as if he was the greatest of fools for thinking this.

“Sure it is, but who wants good when you could have great?”

“Who indeed, love?” he asked as his hand absentmindedly came up to touch her wrist as he took the bite she offered him. Sure enough she was right. The mix of ingredients and elements was perfect this way, and he hummed out a sound of contentment that ended up serving two purposes. Not only did it tell Emma she was right, but it also seemed to spark the same longing and want that he’d been grappling with all night in her. Her cheeks flushed at the sound, her eyes darkened ever so slightly, and he watched her swallow harshly.

“You’ve got a little something right there,” she whispered, motioning to his mouth and Killian licked his lips, watching her track the motion. He knew she wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss her, and when she moved in closer Killian felt ready to combust. Finally after all this time they –

“Sorry about the wait, mate. Kitchen’s been a bloody nightmare and – oh, shit. Sorry!”

Killian tried not to growl as Emma pulled back at the interruption, and he didn’t need to turn to know that their new arrival was none other than his best friend, Will Scarlet.

“It’s fine, Will,” Killian said, taking Emma’s hand under the table and squeezing lightly before looking in her eyes and sharing a silent glance with her that told her he was not going to forget what had just almost happened. “Will, this is Emma. Emma, my friend Will. He’s the owner of Misthaven.”

Emma looked surprised at that, and now Killian full out smiled despite the lingering sense that his closest friend from college had just blown a moment he’d been waiting for forever. It did help a bit that Emma was shocked at Will’s success, because it proved the point he was always making to his friend – no one was ever going to take him truly seriously when he still dressed like a coed prepping for a Friday night foam party.

“Miss Swan, it’s a pleasure,” Will said, pouring on the charm and gallantry. Emma’s head tilted in confusion. “Ah, you’re wondering how I know your last name when he only called you Emma, but that’s an easy one. See Killian here has been talking about you as long as we’ve been friends, and that’s what, well about ten years now?”

“Give or take,” Killian said, playing it cool though his friend had just outed him for having a lingering infatuation with Emma all these years. Oh well. At this rate why bother hiding it? She had to know, and if she didn’t know now, then she would very soon.

“Let me guess, you guys were fraternity brothers?” Emma stated, finding her confidence in no time and Will feigned complete horror.

“Oh lass you wound me. Me, a member of an American fraternity? A man of my stature sinking to such a level? A person in my position? -”

“Don’t let the dramatic acting fool you, love,” Killian murmured to Emma. “Will and I were not in a fraternity, but that didn’t stop him from participating in more than a few keg stands back in the day.”

“You slander me, Killian, and for that you’ll be hearing from my attorney. Oh bugger, that’s you. Well, I guess that’s that then. The ridicule stands.”

Emma laughed at Will’s antics, and though it wasn’t ideal to Killian, his friend stayed a bit longer with them, filling Emma in on some of the rougher scrapes the two of them had been in back at uni. Killian didn’t really mind though. After all, he had nothing to hide, and Will was as close to him as a brother. Liam embraced him whole heartedly too, considering him a member of their small but tight-knit family, and it felt as if Will had always been a part of the Jones clan, even if he had a family of his own to deal with. Honestly, it was Will’s moving here for the restaurant that finally made up Killian’s mind on a move to Boston, and since that was the case, he supposed he owed Will something for bringing him back to Emma. Still, Killian was thrilled when a mess in the kitchen called Will back into the fray of running things, leaving Killian and Emma to enjoy the rest of their dessert together before finally leaving the restaurant.

“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” Emma admitted, her hand fitting perfectly within his without any kind of hesitation as they walked back into the bustling streets of Boston once more.

“I’m gladder than I can say to hear that, love. But it’s not quite over yet. We’ve one last spot to hit, that is, if you’re up for it.”

“Lead the way, Captain.”

The easy bit of teasing made Killian’s heart clutch, transporting him to a long-held joke between them. They’d had a habit of referring to each other as ‘Captain’ whenever one of them was clearly leading the way. It started as a kind of throwaway line, but there were many a night since losing Emma where Killian had dreamed of such a moment where she would call him that again. He felt the waves of relief that he’d finally gotten to experience it for real once more, and he only hoped that his taking charge tonight would pay off exactly as he was planning.

Despite the grandness of the endeavor before them, it didn’t take long to get to where Killian was trying to go. He’d been calculating when throwing this date together, and he knew he wanted this to be a quick walk for them instead of a long drive outside of the city. But he still needed space, space which was a rare commodity in a concrete jungle like this one. And out here by the waterfront, it was even more difficult to find a place to roam or stretch out, but with a lot of juggling, a little luck, and a substantial amount of bribery he was finally able to pull things off.

In the end the only place where he could set up this final part of the evening was on private lands, land held by some rich Boston socialite with ties to the Mayflower that Killian had never actually met before. But that was where his Uncle Benjen came in. It turned out that this high roller was a longtime client of his, who Uncle Benjen had helped in more than one sticky situation. When Killian made the connection, he begged his Uncle for help, and his Uncle had freely given it without any kind of thorough explanation. Killian had literally only said that he had ran into Emma again today and that was enough for Benjen. There was nothing else needed, and within ten minutes his Uncle had secured a miracle: because not only could he use the land tonight, but the owners were actually leaving for the evening, spending a night in a hotel to give Killian and Emma whatever kind of privacy they wanted.

Killian certainly appreciated that, and though they couldn’t be totally alone, given that this last adventure required some attendants, he’d been assured of discretion and no distractions. After all, he was paying what amounted to a crazy sum of money to get this all set up. It was more than a months’ salary, but Killian wouldn’t miss it. Not when he had more money than he could ever put to use thanks to his Uncle. Killian very rarely touched the money in the trust Benjen had created for him, but tonight was a definite exception, not because he thought Emma needed flashy or over the top, but because he would stop at nothing to deliver an experience deserving of this moment. And when they moved through the gate of the seaside estate and passed the tree line, revealing his surprise, Killian knew he’d made exactly the right call.

“A Ferris wheel,” Emma whispered, her voice so light, but imbued with so much emotion. “But how did you – I mean, we literally just found each other hours ago. How in the world could you get this together so quickly?”

“Magic,” Killian replied, and though Emma clearly knew that wasn’t the case, she accepted his answer, leaning into him and laughing, sounding just as care free and easy as she had when she was a girl at her first ever fair.

Eagerly the two of them approached the entrance of the ride, and Killian shared a nod with the attendant. This told him that everything was ready as he wanted, and low and behold there it all was, awaiting them in the cart.

“Damn, you really thought of everything,” Emma marveled, taking in the flowers and the tiny white lights that lit up the carriage they’d be riding in. While she took in the tiny details, Killian adjusted the blanket there for them to share, and then he opened the parcel that he knew held one of Emma’s favorite things.

“Fried Dough?!” Emma asked, accepting his offered piece as he wrapped her arm around her. She immediately snuggled closer to him, and damn if that wasn’t the best feeling in the whole wide world.

“Well what’s a Ferris wheel ride without a little fair food?”

“God I’ve missed this,” Emma said, her eyes closing as she let out an appreciative moan the first time she tasted the sweet treat. Killian felt his muscles all tighten, his own yearning for her ramped up by so much from just this little sound, and when she offered him a bite, he took it, savored it, but ultimately knew it would never be as sweet as Emma was herself. Yet even this special, sensual exchange was nothing compared to how he felt when she looked back up at him and continued speaking. “And I don’t just mean the food, or the fun of a Ferris wheel. I missed this thing between us. I missed you.”

“There was never a day when I didn’t dream of finding you, Emma,” he admitted as he moved to hold her more securely. “And I know that things are different. I’m no fool. I realize life has taken our paths in seemingly varying directions, but I can’t help but feel the fates at play here. I hated ever being apart, I never wanted it to be that way, but I have to believe we were meant to be together in the end. I know finding you again today was no mistake. It can’t be.”

“No, it’s not a mistake,” Emma agreed, her hand coming up to rest above his heart. “This was meant to happen. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t feel as much as I do now.”

“And what is it you feel, love?” He asked, his fingers running through her hair as he moved to cup her cheek.

“I’m scared, Killian. Scared to do this again. Scared to want you so badly. But more than anything I’m scared that this is somehow all a dream and that any second I’m going to wake up and you won’t be here. Or that maybe I’ll mess this up and you’ll leave again, when that’s the last thing I’d ever want to happen.”

“What happened in the past… well, it’s in the past, love. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just the way that it is,” he said, wanting her to understand that he never ever blamed her for any of it before he said this next part. “And as for my leaving, there’s nothing that could ever be done that would drive me away, Emma. I’ve lived a life without you, a life that never felt quite right, or whole, or happy, and I don’t want to do that again. I don’t think I’m strong enough.”

“So what do we do?” Emma asked quietly.

“What do you want to do?”

Killian wasn’t sure what he expected or hoped for in that moment, but it never would have exceeded Emma’s response. Instead of speaking, she showed him what she wanted by pulling him in for a kiss that had been twelve years in the making. It had been ages since he’d held her in his arms like this, tasting her, and loving her with everything he had, but it came so naturally. It moved from something sweet and soft to charged and wanting. Both of them were desperate for closeness and to eradicate that sense of how long it had been. They were making up for lost time, trying to catch up on so much that they’d missed, and though that couldn’t be achieved in one night, Killian knew they were well on their way to finding heaven again. Hell, with Emma safe and well in his arms, it felt like he’d already found it after years of being cast out in the darkness.

“I think…” Emma tried to collect herself after a few mind-blowing kisses, and to choose her words wisely as she let him know where she currently stood. “No I don’t think, I know. I know that I want to try. Even if I’m scared, and even if something happens and it doesn’t work out and I end up hurt again -,”

“Nothing’s ever going to hurt us again, love. I’ll make sure of that,” he said immediately, and Emma smiled, tears misting over in her eyes as she nodded.

“Well even if it did, I know this – us – we’re worth it. I want to see where this goes, Killian, and I want to go there with you. Only you.”

So with that, the two of them lingered in the rest of a gorgeous evening, spent stealing kisses on a Ferris wheel and marveling at the boats out in the harbor that they could see from the top of their ride. And eventually, when the night was done, and when Killian dropped Emma off home, kissing her soundly and promising to see her again tomorrow, there was no hollowness or emptiness or worry. Because even if they might not be together right in this moment, there was no doubt that they soon would be, and Killian was going to do whatever it took to get them to a place where they not only had forever, but they got to face forever always side by side.

Post-Note: So I know it took me a long time to get this new chapter out, but I am hoping that you all will think it was worth the wait. I am really excited about this story because I have a lot left to explore both in the past and the present. Next chapter (if my plan holds up) will be from Emma’s POV also in the present, but in the aftermath of this latest date. Because we have yet to see Emma’s perspectives on any of Killian’s cute romantic displays. Hopefully the wait for this chapter will be less than the last, but unfortunately I can’t make any promises. Just know I will write as soon as I can and share as soon as I’m able. As always, thanks so much to all of you for reading, and I hope you have a great rest of your day!

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believe in love (scyvie) - melody

Summary: A small sentence, “I love you” couldn’t come of Scarlet’s mouth - seems like alcohol would do the job for her on that night. In which Scarlet gets drunk and tells Yvie she loves her. read on ao3/ writing blog/ main blog

A/N: This is kinda of an epilogue for chemistry!scyvie so if you didn’t read (chemistry) you don’t need to - but I’d recommend if you wanna see more of these soft lesbians, and the whole feelings are chemicals!verse if you wanna see a bunch of soft lesbians on general hehe. Also a (late) birthday gift for zyan (@ Thanks to the anon who requested this on tumblr, to my amazing beta @ artificialmeggie, and to zyan for just existing.

The way to Scarlet and Yvie’s apartment was usually short; it was nearby the campus so short walking meant more time snuggling each other and being cheesy together. Yvie was foolishly smiling to Scarlet’s passionate emerald eyes mesmerized by the colors in the sky, even if she gave her zero attention, it was a moment she had with her - Scarlet Envy would never let herself look like a fool for a sunset in front of others, but in front of Yvie she seemed to be more loose, to be herself, to not care about the others and to keep her firm, confident stance all the time - it was like Yvie set her free.

Frequenting the Fashion Institute of Technology could be fancy, splendid - in fancy words like the place - challenging, a unique experience, but most of all it was one thing: exhausting. It was finals week, so all they could do was study to pass their exams and finish their projects. Finally Friday came, and they were walking home before the last exam. On that week the walking home time was basically the only time they had together, since all they could do was to study, cry, and stress over everything.

Even if they lived in the same place, if you entered Scarlet and Yvie’s flat you would see Scarlet’s hair messy all over and her tears trying to learn the damn history of fashion, and her girlfriend probably yelling in their room because of her unfinished project - Scarlet knew what that meant for Yvie. It was funny, even if on some of the past days they got to be fond with each other, it was very marked with the stress - but they could always cuddle at night or walk home together watching the sunset, it was their moment, and Scarlet would kill for having it every day.

All that stress made Scarlet look like Regina George, but the college and gay edition - or even worse, who knows? She knew she was the baddest bitch around, and that she didn’t need that mask to be around others, but in many ways she could only let off her guard with Yvie - it was like her girlfriend had some kind of magic on her. Yvie was magnetic, every time they were together she could feel the undeniable chemistry around them, connecting them like an invisible tie - since they met, and now, they were meant to be.

And they survived finals together, and even if it made Scarlet - probably make a lot of people - want to burst into the sun with her excessive confidence around, it helped her.- She had little difficulty in the exams, and she knew Miss Visage loved the dress she sewed - a new thing in the air, since Miss Visage always hated her designs. All of that also thanks to Yvie, for always being there to walk home with her, or to give her random cuddles at night and quick kisses in the morning, even if she knew she was too worried or didn’t have time for that.

Scarlet and Yvie were in that so-called honeymoon period of the relationship, where they rarely had disagreements and fights - they never fought to say it exactly - but also were an immature couple; immature and in love, but they couldn’t say it to each other because that three little words sentence held them back. Saying ‘’I love you’’ was terrifying, even if they felt it they couldn’t say it. Welcome to the honeymoon.

‘’Home sweet home,’’ Yvie sighed when she finally got to the door of their apartment, looking for her keys. ‘’I can’t believe we are at peace now’’

‘’We are, finally.’’ Scarlet let out a laugh. ‘’Finally alone,’’ she joked, like one of those lines people say when they leave their wedding. ‘’Pick me up bridal style, Yvie. Yvie, pretty please?’’

Suddenly Scarlet was in Yvie’s strong arms, smiling convinced. She knew Yvie would do that - that stupid, ridiculous thing Scarlet joked about, it was so dumb yet so cute. It made butterflies say hello to Scarlet’s stomach, imagining how would it be if Yvie was picking her up as her real bride in their real new place.

Yvie placed her on the couch very delicately, with the touch of a feather. Scarlet couldn’t help looking at her, she loved her; it could not be said - not right now, it was too early, they were too immature for such things.

‘’Here you are, Mrs. Oddly, how are you feeling?’’

Scarlet burst in a laugh: ‘’I’d rather take the name ‘Oddly’ than ‘Bridges,’ even if it’s not your real surname.’’

‘’Well, it’s just the mean name people call me for being weird, Yvie Oddly, and now you are weird too, Scarlet Oddly.’’

‘’…Or you can be Yvie Envy’’

‘’Uh, classy! It makes a funny sound when you say it.’’ She took a seat at Scarlet’s side. ‘’We can be weird and envious.’’

‘’It’s not like we are getting married anyways, bitch, we are poor.’’ Scarlet joked, but it was true. She would love to be Yvie’s wife someday, but they were barely in their first year of college, and money was taboo in that house - as broke college students, they didn’t have it.

‘’True true. Damn, do you think it’s too cheesy to think about marriage when we just started dating?’’

‘’Yes, but it’s with me so it’s allowed because honestly, who wouldn’t want to marry this goddess?’’ Scarlet blinked.

Yvie’s soft sigh indicated that she agreed with Scarlet. She told her multiple times she thought it was cute that she was so confident when she knew how soft she was inside. It was incredible how Yvie was so unique, and told her such little intimate things with only a soft sigh, and her hands in her hair, contemplating the little things they had and the big things they could have in the future. Was it love? Scarlet really felt it, but the words never learned how to come out of her mouth; she wondered if in the future, these words would come.

‘’We haven’t been together like this in a while…’’ Yvie kissed her forehead ‘’I was so stressed, I’m sorry.’’

‘’Yvie, you stupid bitch, I-’’ Damn, she was smiling like a fool and ready to say it. ‘’I… I think you don’t need to be sorry, duh. I mean… W-we were both busy bitches, both stressed.’’ She shuddered, trying to disguise the fact that words almost found their way.

‘’Are you okay, Scar?’’

‘’Yes I am, I just don’t like to see you blaming yourself.’’

‘’You surely liked it when I blamed myself for being so dumb over you when we met

‘’It was different!’’ Scarlet stamped her feet. ‘’I was showing you I liked you all that time, and you were like ‘we are gal pals’ and kissed another girl.’’ She pouted.

Their story was very funny to look at, a true cliché to remember. Yvie was looking for a roommate, and Scarlet was very broke, so she rented her place. Not so far ago, they started to live together and fell in love - both of them had crushes on each other - it was pathetically sweet. Yvie was too blind to realize Scarlet’s signs - the girl always was so energetic and confident, she couldn’t bear Yvie seeming to reject her, even if she was just clueless. In the end, they realized they liked each other, and now they weren’t just ‘gal pals’ as Yvie used to say.

Not so long ago, but it seemed like a while. She felt like she could spend all her eternities with Yvie, so the memories from early times seemed to be on another century. Was time a thing anyway? Yvie taught her how to question, so time was fake when they were together. The damn words wanted to come out again, she couldn’t let them. No matter how incredibly magnetic Yvie was, she couldn’t tell her she loved her with all her heart - even in such a short amount of time being in love together, she was in love with her.

Yvie kissed her pout. ‘’I’m not dumb Yvie anymore I promise.’’ She raised her hand. ‘’I solemnly swear to be very gay for Scarlet Envy and realize she is very gay for me.’’

Scarlet cackled so loud, Yvie always knew how to make her laugh.

‘’What do you wanna do tonight, Scar? We need to celebrate the end of finals.’’

‘’Mmm, I would suggest clubbing.’’

‘’I thought you were like an old lady. Old ladies don’t like clubbing,’’ Yvie mocked.

‘’But I’m still eighteen. Shut up, I want alcohol and to dance with my Yvie Yvie all night.’’ Scarlet crossed her arms, pouting again.

‘’God, you are so perfect I can’t even.’’ Yvie laughed.

‘’Are you sure you wanna see me drunk again, Yvie? Last time was…’’

‘’Yes, don’t drink too much, or get in any cat fights, please. I have to take care of baby don’t I?’’

‘’Bold of you to assume I’m the baby, you’re my baby, and my bitch!’’

Yvie shook her head laughing. ‘’Baby, you’re baby.’’

All that cheesiness would normally make Scarlet want to puke, but it was with Yvie, and somehow all of that became original and unique just as she was.

‘’I’m going to shower, baby.’’ Scarlet realized how sweaty she was - thanks to New York’s burning hot sun - and hopped in the shower first before Yvie, but her girlfriend had other plans.

‘’We can save water.’’ Yvie got her towel in her hands as Scarlet gave her a suggestive smile. ‘’Hey! I’m serious, I swear I didn’t-’’

‘’But I did.’’ She smiled.

‘’Nasty!’’

‘’I am!’’ She pressed Yvie against the bathroom door and kissed her lips softly. ‘’And you’re baby.’’

‘’Damn.’’

‘’And my bitch.’’

Yvie couldn’t help laughing, Scarlet didn’t think it was funny for the moment - but with Yvie it was always like this, sweetly unpredictable.

[…]

‘’Do I always need to say you look stunning?’’ Scarlet commented when Yvie entered the living room in a dark red long sleeve short dress and long leather black boots that matched the beret she had in her head. ‘’I never get tired of saying it, gods.’’

It was true, the shades of night that came from their window made Yvie look like a true goddess. The pale moonlight lighting her glowing black eyes, Scarlet always thought they were so expressive, so beautiful - people vangloried blue and green eyes, but black eyes as Yvie’s were a deep ocean in the dark, a night sky full of stars, Scarlet wanted to get lost in them. Her stance was so beautiful, the way her full perfect lips curved in a smile, that girl could take all her ‘’I love yous’’ if she wanted to.

‘’And I’ll say you and your party dress are prettier than all the wonders in the world or some shit.’’

‘’Shut up. I look good as always, but like a basic ho compared to you.’’ Scarlet looked down to her sparkly silver cocktail dress, and matching stilettos - she was glowing like the moon, but the moon was nothing without her night sky.

‘’Bitch, you look so cute, I can’t even- You got me speechless.’’

‘’Oh, okay if you wanna stop being wrong, our Uber arrived.’’

Of all the Uber drivers they ever got, this one was a tragic character. The girl kept whining about a girl she loved to Scarlet and Yvie, telling them how lucky they were to have each other and that none of them got away. Scarlet’s nosy instinct really wanted to ask what happened, but Yvie scolded her with the eyes - considering that their driver was almost crying, it wasn’t the best of the ideas.

It must be such a painful thing to lose somebody you love and live every day with this on your back - the person in your head, the dreams you used to share in the air… She was scared to tell Yvie she loved her, because like that sad Uber driver, she could lose the love of her life.

But now she had another thing to worry about: alcohol. Scarlet loved to drink, she liked the way she got when she was drunk: loose, free. She was about to run to the bar, but Yvie got on her way.

‘’Poor girl, Alaska, should we give her five stars?’’

‘’She’s trying, I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.’’ Scarlet let out, and then realized what she just said and covered her mouth ‘’I mean-’’

‘’Shhh, you won’t. Why would you babes?’’ She patted her shoulder.

‘’Mmm, nevermind.’’ She bit her lip, telling Yvie she loved her in that moment would be very… She didn’t want to end up like Alaska anyways.

Nothing was holding her back now to get her first drink and go to the dancefloor. The club lights accentuated her figure, and Yvie’s as well - she looked like a real goddess on the dancefloor. In one instant it was like there was nobody there: just Scarlet and Yvie, dancing together to the blasting music. Scarlet wasn’t the best dancer, she was - in nice words - awkward. But what were judgmental looks when her girlfriend was looking at her and smiling like a fool?

The moves were invented, awkward, and foolish but she was loving every second of it. Yvie knew how to dance, but she was trying to do Scarlet’s moves no matter how dumb they were - which resulted in a laugh. Scarlet realized on her third or fourth drink that she was kind of drunk.

Numbed by the music, letting her body take them, suddenly they looked like one. The club smelled like alcohol and a mix of perfumes, but all she could smell was Yvie’s sweet roses perfume; the lights were blinding, colorful, and a lot of people were there, but all she could see was Yvie; all she could want was Yvie, and no music was sweeter than Yvie’s laugh to Scarlet awkwardly trying to dance.

‘’Go easy,’’ Yvie said ‘’Don’t drink too much.’’ But it was useless, Scarlet had those words in her guts, the three letter sentence was there since the day started and she thought alcohol would help her to not say it. For one moment, Yvie lost control over her girlfriend, now Scarlet was walking in the club, though the crowd, loud music, annoying mix of fragrances, and blinding colorful lights. People were utterly confused by the drunk girl, but all she wanted to do was to awkwardly dance, and forget her love for Yvie trying to escape from her throat.

By her sixth drink, everything was a blur, and she couldn’t even find where Yvie was. She could only hear her voice in the background, loudly yelling her name, looking for her. Scarlet was incapable of following that voice, she knew that she would tell her she loved her if she did.

‘’I found you! Jesus, I said to go easy.’’ And the blur she saw now was very charming… Yvie.

‘’Yvie I-’’ It was coming, drinking was a terrible idea.

‘’Fuck, I said to not drink this much. I was scared worried about you!’’

‘’Sorry baby I- You’re so beautifuuuuul. I’m a loser, loose loser!’’ Words made no sense right now.

‘’No, no drunk babbling this time.’’

‘’When did you became Miss Del Rio, that’s so funny.’’ Scarlet booped her nose. ‘’Oooooold’’

‘’God, let’s go home!’’

Yvie seemed angry and didn’t say anything in the whole way home. Scarlet had this awful feeling that she disappointed her Her head was spinning but the guilt was still there penetrating her mind.

‘’Sorry,’’ Scarlet mumbled in the car, with her head buried in Yvie’s shoulder, tears in the corner of her eyes.

‘’Shhh shhh, it’s okay. I can’t be mad at you! Sorry for acting like bitchy old lady Miss Del Rio.’’ She kissed her forehead. ‘’I just got so worried, you have no idea.’’

‘’I wonder if Adore has to handle that all the time.’’

‘’A lot, babe, a lot, trust me. She parties a lot and Del Rio is… Old.’’

‘’We partieeed, and celebrateeeed!’’

‘’Damn right we did.’’ Yvie laughed, her laugh was music to Scarlet’s ears in that situation.

The elevator was broken, luckily they lived on the second floor and the stairs weren’t too tricky for drunk Scarlet to trip on them.

‘’Careful, careful, it’s just a few stairs we can do it-’’

‘’Yvie, I think I’ll-’’ And she fell. ‘’Ouch!’’

Yvie facepalmed and picked her up: ‘’Bridal style, remember?’’

Scarlet smiled, and as they got in the front door she started to babble - no surprise. But babble about them, about how Yvie was perfect, and about how happy she was; all of that while Yvie looked for her keys, but she couldn’t eye roll when Scarlet was being so cute.

‘’I love you-’’

It came out so naturally, especially with the alcohol. She wanted to say that since the day started and she saw Yvie’s face when she woke up - grumpy, because last exam was there and she wanted more sleep, but lovely. In fact, it seemed to start in the second she saw Yvie sketching in the hallways of college, or when they started to live together, or even in their dumb gay trajectory to get together… It was love, true love, Scarlet loved her so much that it came out so naturally of her mouth. She loved her flaws, her qualities, she wanted to be better with her, to spend her life with her…

But now she was worried. Worried of Yvie leaving, worried of it being too early, worried of ending up crying and drunk. It could be so awkward, it was too early for Yvie to be in love with her too, and it hurt so much. All of that especially because Yvie remained quiet, trying to process what Scarlet just said.

‘’Fuck, Yvie, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. Sorry, sorry sorry… I’m so fucking dumb I-’’

‘’…Scarlet’’

It hurt so bad.

‘’Please don’t hurt me too much. Be soft okay?’’

‘’No, no, no! You understood everything wrong! I love you too, why would you even think I would hurt you, or leave, or have any negative feelings towards that?’’ Yvie gave her a fond smile and embraced her.

‘’B-because it’s too early?’’

‘’Yes it is, but we lived together even before we started to date! Do you think we know the meaning of waiting? We were talking about how we would change our names get if we got married! I’m literally not surprised, I wanted to tell you that too but…’’ she sighed ‘’well I guess I had the same fear as you’’

‘’It’s the alcohol, baby! And if you told me that I would cry, but don’t tell anyone that I cry.’

‘’Still think you shouldn’t have drank that much. We need to put you in bed as soon as possible let me just find these dumb keys…’’

‘’I love you, Yvie Yvie! I love you!’’

Yvie laughed. ‘’I love you so much.’’ She kissed her, tenderly, calming.

‘’I can’t wait to say that when I’m not drunk,’’ Scarlet yelled as soon as Yvie unlocked the door, coming inside to their home. ‘’But you’re still my bitch’’

Even drunk, she knew life felt sweeter, more colorful and beautiful now - and it wasn’t because of the alcohol. The only scent Scarlet could smell was that of their home. The lights were off, Yvie’s arms were around her, and her favorite music at the moment was her girlfriend’s heartbeat.

#rpdr fanfiction #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #alaska thunderfuck #scyvie #fluff #lesbian au #college au #roommate au #melody #tw alcohol #concrit welcome #submission

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cawthelesbian · 5 years

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I didn't really wasn't sure if I should ever make this post or not. It's not something I was always comfortable with. Sure, I'm okay and reassured about my sexuality and gender for the most part but I never thought that I should, that my struggle with sexuality was worthy of even speaking of, much less where thousands of people could view it if they ever found my post about it. I always thought I was pretty simple with my story but I guess I tend to overlook things regarding myself despite my insistence observation of others (without realizing sometimes).

But recently a YouTuber I deeply respect, cherish, and relate to in more ways than I'm willing to admit came out. You might have heard of him. Daniel Howell uploading a video called "Basically I'm Gay" where he discusses his experience with the word 'gay' and grows up confused with his own sexuality, what is right, and his appending struggle with his self-hatred. That video connected to me, I believe it did for many from the responses I've seen, and made something stir within me.

I don't think I'm some big shot with the worst experience imaginable when it comes to homophobia or anything like that. I didn't experience that much compared to Daniel logically but something I understood from the videos message and overreaching theme is the idea of pride and not being scared to be yourself. In a way, "To have the courage to exist" as one of Daniel's most well-known statements.

Pride is about being proud of who you are, despite what others say, and fighting against the prejudice of the world by showing them you aren't backing down in a way. All the pride rallies and festivals show the world how those who are LGBT and LGBT allies that they aren't backing down and they're going to continue to be them whether the world likes it or not. I've never made a 'coming out' post since I never figured it was needed with how stupidly obnoxious about my interest in women can be. But I never really discussed with anyone my own struggle in discovering that slowly but surely I wasn't exactly straight.

I've been rather open about my sexuality I would think. If someone asks, I'll say it. It's posted on my bio for one of my profiles, I follow accounts that preach awareness of it, and reblog posts about it. I've never really hidden it before.

I would say, compared to others stories, it's more simple and easier for me in some ways. I had bullies when I was younger, still do, but they never bullied me for the word 'gay' or the like. Sure, I heard it when I was little but it meant nothing to me and I didn't understand it at the time. That time was hard enough as it was for me as it was.

But at the same time, I didn't know what it meant. At all. No one had ever explained it to me really. I didn't really even understand what was 'straight'. I guess, as cheesy as it may sound, I just saw 'love' and nothing more. I didn't really see the need for labels as it was all under the same thing to me when I was much younger and more naive.

Then I entered middle school where I met a lot of people, many bad and callous, and others interesting even if they were a bit out there. I met a girl named there Regina (though preferred the name Regi) one day and we ended up being friends for all of middle school despite all the bullying I suffered and that we were in completely different class status'. In eighth grade, when I finally ended up on the same class status as her, we (us and her group of friends) ended up having a talk about sexuality. Her own parents tended to be homophobic and she was able release her realself at school, like most kids really.

I learned about different sexualities with her around. She was the first person to explain to me what difference was there between relationships. Despite everything I had learned and the possibility in the air, I felt there was still something there that was lingering. I wasn't sure what it was at the time, I wouldn't for a few more years.

I like reading about same-sex love and relationships. I'm pretty sure that's obvious with the content I make. I guess subconsciously I knew in a way as I found myself repeatedly attracted to these sorts of stories and struggles.

In 2017, I met my ex. Me and my ex met through the same love of Nakamura's connected universe works and we ended up talking and growing closer. I ended up liking them as the days grew longer with me staying up with them and texting and laughing and smiling so hard that made my cheeks ache. They are funny, sweet, and passionate. I liked them for that. I loved them for that.

My ex was a girl.

I was faced with a situation I never thought I would be. That fog that seemed to cloud my ability to look from a new perspective was what I now understand as heteronormativity. What heteronormativity means is that it's the belief that being straight or heterosexual is the normal and default sexuality. It was everywhere when I was younger, still is but LGBt is spilling in now that I'm older.

I'm a lover of romance but the only books I read was about a girl and boy falling in love and facing their struggles throughout their relationships. The movies I watched were practically the same and watching television shows, awaiting for the girl and the guy to finally get together after they showed obvious interest in each other even though they are basically oblivious to it. No one in my family was outed to be gay or LGBT in anyway like that so I had no real-life example either.

At the end of the day, there was no representation for me when I was a kid and preteen. Perhaps, that's why I always had this idea of 'heterosexuality' imprinted on my mind. For some reason, I just couldn't see me ever being with a girl.

When I ended up falling for my ex and eventually dating her, I didn't have an identity crisis. At least not at the start like most would. Instead, I had one in the middle of the relationship with Dan, my best friend, trying to help me out. She was right in the first place after all of this went down.

Me and my ex's relationship wasn't really healthy for either side really. Sure, it hurt me more but I'm mature enough to realize that both of us were hurt by this relationship. She made a mistake and I made my own in it and that's okay. Our relationship ended but my sexuality crisis went on.

I had dated guys and had crushed on guys in the past and I started to doubt the reality of my feelings for my past exes. In the end, I realized that wasn't love. It was a desperation, the need put by the pressure of society as a teenage girl to get a boyfriend and keep one. It's why I have five exes who were male. It's not something I'm really proud of. I'm sure it'll turn off people who I'm interested in.

I didn't know what I was. It was something I spent days and nights and endless hours questioning, researching, and trying to understand what I was. Who exactly am I? What was my identity?

For some people, having no label is freeing. For me, it was a nightmare. For a while, I made a joke of it, just deciding to call myself Queer. It still haunted me for a long while.

However, I discovered a sexuality that made me question myself.

Asexuality.

Asexuality isn't the plant life form, though I wish I could duplicate myself because maybe I'd get something done for once, but rather the absence of sexual attraction towards gender. But really in simple terms, it's someone who has no sexual feelings or desires for anyone.

But this term, even though it spoke to me, I was still hesitant to use it. Sometimes, I still am because people don't know the term like they know lesbian and bisexual. People like to think they can explain my asexuality away too, that it'll change because of certain aspects in my life.

When I was younger, around the age of seven, I was sexually abused for two years. It's left my imprint on me for sure like it does every victim of sexual violence. A common aftereffect of sexual violence is the lack of a sex drive and some people like to try and take trauma and twist to explain away my asexuality.

But there's also the aspect of then what about romance? I'm a hopeless romantic and I did love my ex, I never really doubted the depth of my feelings for her. It didn't make sense. Sex has always been matched with romance so how did I match up?

I struggled with that. It was hard and tiring road to walk across for me. I just didn't understand it and my political beliefs were fighting me as well as I didn't want to be someone who was mistakenly making something up or rallying in something that wasn't real.

This idea of my romantic and sexual attraction fighting each other wasn't very easy for me to deal with along with the ever impending stresses of life already. I was struggling in mathematics at school, unsure of what path I wanted to take for a career, dealing with helping a friend deal and try and break up with an abusive lover, and the stress of being bullied added onto my own identity crisis was more than enough.

I...attempted suicide sophomore year. It wasn't my first attempt, my fourth actually, but I didn't succeed obviously. It's definitely not something I'm proud of obviously. My family has no clue, otherwise I might have been institutionalized or not believed. You never really know what could happen.

The stress was almost too much for me and at the time, I was still letting myself feed into my self-harm addiction which didn't help to make matters any better. It was a really hard time. The worst year of my life so far.

Eventually, my sophomore year ended and summer came and I ended up coming out as asexual to my family, even though they didn't quite understand it and I was still figuring things out. Before I knew it, my Junior began. Throughout the year, I still was questioning everything. The single life seemed to be appropriate for me.

However, things never seem to be that simple for me. How I wish it could be. I ended up encountering girls I found cute and I found myself getting giddy and being an idiot around girls. Much as I wish it helped solidify an answer for me, it didn't. Rather, it just made me more puzzled.

Not too long ago, actually after the anniversary of me being single, I met a girl who I ended up falling for instead of having just a crush on. My sexuality is confusing, I won't deny that.

I like girls. I really like girls. They're really adorable, soft, and beautiful. Femme, bitch, whatever, I think you're cute!! Girls are really, really cute! I want to date one I love.

I guess that's where the problem came in. My asexuality and my love for girls wanted to fight, as it always does. What am I? Gay or asexual? It was a never-ending question in my mind.

Am I a homoromantic asexual? Or am I being a special little snowflake? I don't know. It's something I fear. I wasn't sure what to do or go or what choice to make.

I say I'm gay because I make tons of jokes about it because I like girls and gay is often an umbrella term but that's the truth. I don't have any sex drive or desire for anybody, not even girls. It's strange and different and I'm not sure how to exactly explain it properly. I don't think I could, just like how I could never explain the horror and the pain and the aftereffect and how much sexual violence screws with a person. It's not so simple to be explained like that. I just know there's no sexual want in me, no attraction towards anyone.

Labeling myself, while normally it feels freeing, suddenly it's scary. To write it down on an official post where everyone could see, it makes me hesitant and fearful even. But I suppose everyone has to at some point. I mean, if Daniel can it do it in front of the entire world, surely I can. That gives me a little hope and inspiration. I don't think he'll ever realize how much he helps people sometimes.

I'm avoiding the question. What am I?

I'm asexual.

I'm an asexual who has a love for girls so that makes me a homoromantic asexual I guess.

And I said it. Wow. This is weird. And new.

Can I crawl into a hole somewhere now?

All joking aside, that's what I am and stand before you now to put a label on it. I'm asexual, I prefer to use that to just simple it down. If you want the details, you've got them.

What even was this again?

Again, all joking aside, happy Pride Month to everyone, including myself!

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Mysterious Fathoms Below

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Chapter 5: Welcome to Storybrooke

It was a morning like any other in Storybrooke, Maine and for this town, that was literally true. It was the same thing every morning. Same people. Same routine. Nothing changed. Such was the nature of the curse.

Regina walked along the sidewalk. As usual, she observed Marco on a ladder, fixing the same sign, Archie walking Pongo and greeting her with the same pleasantries, and Mr. Gold hobbling along with his cane. She had an extra cold glare for him today, for this was not exactly what she thought it would be. For she was one thing that was more annoying than angry and enraged. Regina was bored.

This wasn't exactly what the imp had promised if she cast the curse. But he had enticed her by revealing that Snow and her Charming prince had escaped to this very land in their mer-form, for he revealed that mer-people could travel realms without curses, portals, or beans. So she had done it. She cursed Snow's people and friends. If nothing else, she knew the guilt would eat at her and she would eventually come here to try and stand against her. And that's when Regina would crush her and her true love. But it had yet to happen and Regina, with her thirst for revenge going un-quenched, was growing restless. But so far...Snow had not come to try and rescue anyone.

Upon their arrival in this land, she had a small hiccup in the form of a father and son, native to this land, who had been camping too close to the place where the curse had carved the town out of the woods and ended up inside Storybrooke. At first she had wanted them to leave right away and urged Billy at the repair shop to fix Kurt's truck.

But then she had gotten to know them, especially his little boy, Owen, and realized what she might be missing in her life. Unfortunately, Kurt had seen too much and found her attempts to keep them in town excessive, to say the least. So she had no choice but to force them to stay. Except Owen had escaped and she couldn't risk Kurt telling anyone what he had seen. And she had to make sure Owen never led anyone back to their town so when he did return with authorities, a magical barrier kept him and them from seeing anything.

Then there was Kurt. She currently had him locked up, but she wasn't sure keeping it that way was feasible. She knew that meant she had to get rid of him. Permanently. Normally, she wouldn't think twice about eliminating people, let alone one person. But doing so without magic was decidedly more messy. Before, she could rip a heart and crush it, engulf a village with one fireball, or better yet, order her Knights to carry out an execution. But none of those were really options here in Storybrooke.

If she wanted Graham to do it, she'd have to wake him up and getting him back under the curse might not be so easy. Then there the option of a gun and it was definitely the quickest option. Until she read about lethal injection in her research she had been doing about this world. From what she had learned, it was a drug cocktail that was used in the executions of criminals in this world. It was injected and stopped the heart, ceasing all life function in seconds. It was perfect, because all hospitals had the necessary drugs to make it. So that was her goal. She would concoct the lethal injection herself in her vault and then she would recruit Nurse Ratchet to administer it for her. She was one person that wouldn't question what they were doing or bat an eye at the prospect of murdering a patient. Especially since Kurt's raving had led her to keeping him regularly sedated. She had easily fooled hospital administration into believing that Kurt was very disturbed and got the approval to keep him heavily medicated. But it was one loose end that Regina wanted to tie up and she decided that, since she had finished the concoction last night, that today would be the day. Kurt would meet a quick and painless end. Then she would bury him in the woods at the campsite where it was likely he would never be found.

David surfaced, as he towed the boat to the shores of Storybrooke. They knew they were in the right place, because there had been an invisible barrier that he could see in his mer-form. It masked the existence of the town from view, but once he had crossed through the barrier, a town appeared.

"This is it! I recognize that clock tower! I remember, because I asked my Dad why it didn't seem to work," Owen exclaimed.

"I'm afraid it doesn't work, because time doesn't move here," Snow answered him.

"Cause it's a curse?" he asked. She nodded and handed her husband his enchanted necklace. He put it on and returned to his human form, before offering his hand to her and helped her off the boat. He helped Owen too and then grabbed a towel, before drying off and putting his shirt back on.

"What now?" Owen asked.

"Well...we explore this town as quietly as possible and try to discern where Regina might have your father locked up," David replied.

"We'll have to be careful. No one remembers us and in a town this size...it won't take Regina long to hear about "strangers"," Snow reminded. He nodded, as he took her hand and they set off into town.

"So this is it? This is what she wanted?" David asked, not quite understanding.

"Well, she is the Mayor. That means she has a lot of power I guess," Owen deduced.

"I guess so...but I think the point of all this was punishing me," Snow said.

"Which she didn't get to do directly," he said, as he squeezed her hand.

"If she sees you...she'll stop at nothing to make you pay," David said fearfully.

"Which means we need to find Owen's father and leave," Snow replied, as they watched people mill about on the streets. She vaguely recognized some of them, but hadn't seen anyone she had been close to yet.

"They all seem relatively safe," Snow said encouragingly, as she looked around, but wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into someone.

"Oh...I'm so sorry," Snow said, as she started helping the woman pick up her things.

"It's okay...it was my fault. I'm so clumsy," the woman said. Snow looked up and realized that she recognized her.

"Nova?" she asked.

"I'm sorry?" the woman asked.

"Oh...I'm sorry, you just look like someone I used to know," Snow covered.

"That's okay...I'm sister Astrid," she said, as they shook hands.

"Um...Margaret. Margaret Nolan," she said.

"Oh...what a beautiful little girl," Astrid complimented, as she gushed over Emma.

"Thank you...this is my husband David and our...son Owen," she said, surprising the boy, but then it made sense that she would introduce him as such to create a plausible facade.

"And this little one is our daughter, Emma," she added.

"Emma...what a lovely name," another voice said. She turned and saw a man with a cane standing there. She gasped, for she almost didn't recognize him here. Back in their land, his skin had been leathery with a golden sheen, scraggly hair, and eyes bleeding with a craze like she had never seen. But here, he seemed like a perfectly normal man, albeit a disabled one. It was quite the contrast and suddenly, she saw recognition in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he growled. David looked at him suspiciously.

"You remember us?" the Prince asked.

"Not until I heard that name…" he replied in a hiss, as he looked at the Savior, who was much too young to do any saving.

"Her name?" David asked and then it dawned on Snow.

"That's why you wanted to know her name," she realized. He nodded curtly.

"The question is...why are you two here 27-years too early?" he questioned in annoyance.

"It's because of me," Owen chimed in fearfully, as he hid behind David.

"I see," Rumple said evenly.

"Look...we came here, because Regina has Owen's father and we couldn't stand by and let her rip another family apart," David replied.

"And you came, despite knowing that she will do everything to rip your family apart. In fact, she'll delight in it and then everything I have worked for could go up in smoke!" he hissed.

"Wait...you want the curse to be broken?" Snow questioned. He sighed.

"That's my business," he snapped.

"No...you do want it broken. That's why you wanted all this," David said, gesturing at the town.

"You wanted to come to this land. I'm don't know why, but you were adamant that Snow and I were together," he recalled.

"Yes...and the only reason I let you two escape when you chose to become mer-people was because I could see your arrival with your grown daughter in the future," Rumple responded.

"You let us escape?" Snow questioned.

"Of course, dearie...I could have easily stopped you had I not seen that things would still work. I almost did when you two chose not to take your human forms permanently again. I thought it would ruin everything, but then sometimes destiny is fated to happen, no matter what the circumstances," Rumple responded.

"And that destiny is Emma being the Savior?" David asked. He nodded.

"And what is she going to save you from exactly?" the prince asked suspiciously.

"That's none of your business," he snapped.

"No, it is my business, because she's my daughter!" he snapped back, as they stared at each other with hard lined expressions.

"All you need to know is that harm to your Emma is not part of it. You need to leave here with her...now," Rumple insisted.

"We can't leave until we've found Owen's father," Snow refuted. Rumple rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation.

"Your bleeding hearts are what gets you both in so much trouble! If she catches you...you'll both be locked up right alongside this little boy's father and there is no telling what will happen to Emma, but it won't be good. Because Regina knows your child can break her curse," he said.

"Then help us," David replied.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Help us find Owen's father and then we disappear again for twenty-seven more years," David offered. Rumple sighed and was seriously missing his magic right now. He had always respected and even admired David for his bravery and heroic nature. But damn if it didn't complicate things at times. It was so much easier to just take the easy road by using magic to do what he wanted and damned who it hurt. But such was a lonely path and it had cost him everyone he loved. Bae...and Belle eventually. That's why they were even here in this land in the first place. So he could find Baelfire someday and use their daughter to do it. Which meant he needed all of them protected at this point and if the only way to get them to leave town until it was time was to free this boy's father...then he would relent.

"Fine...across the street. Get in my shop. We have much to discuss," he hissed, as they followed him to the Pawn Shop.

"You're going to help us?" Owen asked.

"Only because I need them, boy...even if they are nothing but trouble," Gold grumbled. David smirked.

"Of course...after all, we can't have anyone thinking the Dark One has a heart," he quipped.

"I could care less about some boy and his father from this land," he lied. He would never admit that a father and son being separated pulled at the strings of his black heart and hit especially close to home.

"And I have about as much heart as you have tact, Charming," he hissed. But David just shook his head. Though he sometimes seemed thick, he had always known there was much more to the former shepherd beneath his heroics and princely facade. He and David both had humble beginnings and it was almost as if David could see beyond his scary display and prickly bluster. They understood each other, especially since David was a father now. The common ground between them was actually astounding and as much as he would deny it, David was probably the closest thing he would ever have to a friend. He would have to take a memory potion because of all this now. Yes...Charmings were nothing but trouble.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #feat baby emma #feat young owen #Snowing as mer-people #AU #the Evil Queen #Rumpelstiltskin #true love #romance #adventure #family #mysterious fathoms below

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searchingwardrobes · 6 years

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Natural Opposite 8/16

* Before writing this fic, I did some -not a ton, but some - research on Dancing With the Stars. Every source I looked at said that the pro dancers on the show are forbidden in their contracts from getting romantically involved with their partners. That's why relationships are only ever "rumored" until after the season is over. While many hook ups have happened - even marriages - nothing is ever official while filming is happening. That doesn't stop the hosts from asking questions, of course, but the dancers and celebs are usually coy about it. Until this season!!! I don't know how many of you watch DWTS, but Alexis Ren told her partner Alan that she was developing feelings for him - on camera. The following week, Alan told her he had feelings for her to, and kissed her! On camera! Believe me, this has NEVER happened before! Derek Hough even got in trouble ages ago when compromising paparazzi pictures came out of him and his partner. I based my fic on what I knew of the show in the past as a fan and through my research. So thanks a lot DWTS for making me seem like I don't know what I'm talking about!

* Once again, many thanks to my artist @optomisticgirl. There isn't chapter art this week, but some AMAZING stuff is coming that I can't wait for ya'll to see!

* And my beta, @distant-rose, was incredible. Her insights on Henry's character especially influenced this chapter. So thanks, Ro!

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Chapter Eight: See the Light

Emma snuggled into the corner of the couch with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. A box of pizza lay open on the coffee table. She honestly couldn’t believe she agreed to this. The rules on how much time partners on the show could spend together was hazy. Romantic relationships were expressly forbidden in everyone’s contracts. However, there were no strict guidelines to prevent them. And honestly, since rumors of romance helped ratings, the producers typically looked the other way.

So the fact that Killian Jones was currently sitting on her living room floor playing video games with her son wasn’t a shock because of contractual agreements. No, it was a shock because Emma Swan didn’t do things like this. She didn’t invite men over to hang out and eat pizza with her and Henry. She enjoyed hanging out with her fellow pros on set, but that was as deep as things ever went. One night stands were also common in Emma’s social life, but she had strict rules for those. It was never anyone she knew (even a first name was more than she needed or asked for), and she never brought them home. Most of her one night stands happened on tour while Henry was spending the summer with Ingrid; a way to release pent up frustrations with her social life.

Killian groaned as he dropped the video game controller in his lap, and Henry fist pumped in victory.

“Hey,” Killian protested, gesturing at the screen, “in my defense, it’s been awhile since I played one of these. They’ve gotten way more complicated. Am I right, Swan?”

Emma shrugged when he turned to her for back up. “I don’t know, or maybe you’ve never had game.”

“Oooh, good one mom!” Henry laughed.

“Ouch,” Killian said, pretending to grimace with genuine hurt, “how quickly my partner turns on me!”

“That’s because I’m her kid, right Mom?” Henry replied with a grin.

Emma smiled back. “True. And because you’re my kid, I also have to tell you it’s bedtime.”

“Aw, Mom!” Henry groaned. “I thought we were gonna watch some Star Wars.”

Killian slapped his hand on Henry’s shoulder. “Maybe next time, lad.”

His words caused Emma’s throat to constrict, and she felt a sudden, familiar urge to flee. Killian had talked her into doing this because he said they had to celebrate their great scores. She never expected him to bond with Henry or expect a “next time.”

Henry, however, had no such qualms. “Sweet,” he said, giving Killian a fist pump. Then he brushed a kiss to Emma’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “Thank you, Mom! The kids at school are gonna die!”

Once Henry’s door shut behind him, a slight awkwardness descended on the room. Killian glanced her way, ducking his head when she turned her gaze intently into her mug of cocoa. She took a sip as he grabbed some of the pizza boxes and took them to the fridge.

“I wonder why Elsa’s not home yet,” she muttered. The words fell flat. Why should he care where her roommate was?

“You want these boxes taking up your fridge, or should I get some aluminum foil or something?” Killian asked, pausing in front of the open refrigerator.

Emma waved her hand. “Oh, just shove the boxes in. Henry will scarf the rest down in no time.”

Killian nodded and did as she asked. Then he shuffled awkwardly in the middle of her kitchen. “He’s a good kid, Henry.”

Emma smiled wistfully. “The best.”

Killian eyed her a bit warily as he came closer and eased down next to her on the couch. He was treating her as if she were a skittish animal who might bite him. She rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous! They were in each other’s personal space constantly rehearsing and dancing. Why was it awkward now? Emma shifted away from the corner of the couch and offered Killian half her blanket. He shook his head that he was fine, but the gesture had its intended effect. He relaxed and settled back against the couch, flinging his arm across the back of it, his hand resting just behind her shoulder.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

Emma hesitated, biting her lip.

“I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?” he asked her softly.

She set her mug down on the coffee table. “I thought my life was an open book. With everything reality TV has dug up.”

Killian nodded. “Aye, but you managed to keep some things private.”

Emma held her breath, clutching the blanket in her fists. Henry’s dad. That was the only thing he could be referring to.

“Why is your name Swan and David’s isn’t?”

Emma let out a long, relieved breath. If Killian picked up on her emotional reaction, he didn’t let on. “That’s simple, really. He’s an optimist. I’m not.”

Killian tilted his head. “Meaning?”

“He still clings to the hope that our parents had a good reason for doing what they did. I just can’t. Who leaves their babies on the side of the highway? We could have been killed!” Emma toyed with a frayed edge of the blanket. “Our names were stitched into our baby blankets. We both still have them, actually. David thinks it’s a sign,that they loved us.” Emma shrugged.

Killian nodded thoughtfully. “Has he tried to find them? I mean, I’m guessing it’s possible if you know their last name was Nolan.”

“Yeah,” Emma answered as she picked up her mug again, “social workers found records at a local hospital of twins named David and Emma Nolan being born a week before we were found. To a Ruth and Robert Nolan. But they must have changed their names or something, because after that, they completely fell off the grid.”

“So they don’t want to be found.”

“Exactly.” Emma agreed, sitting up and clutching her mug tighter. “I’ve tried to tell him a million times to drop it, but . . . every once and awhile, he starts digging again. Ingrid’s the one who loved us and accepted us. She’s the one who gave us a home.”

Emma stared off in the distance, thinking back to the dance class she and David took at the Boy’s and Girl’s club. They were eleven years old and in a group home. Ingrid volunteered her time teaching the dance lessons. Emma always loved how patient she was, so calm. Her gentle smile when she told Emma that she had raw talent was like someone offering a cup of water in a desert.

“I hated how people judged Ingrid,” Emma said aloud. “They tried to make it seem like she only cared about grooming David and I for stardom. Elsa too. But it wasn’t like that. She wasn’t some crazy stage mom. We all just love to dance.”

“What about your other sister, Anna?”

Emma chuckled. “I’m surprised you even know about her.” Emma cut her eyes to look at Killian. “Did you cyber stalk me?”

He shrugged and gave her that disarming smile of his. “I had to learn a little bit about my partner. And actually, I have a confession.” He took a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I was a fan. When you were on So You Think You Can Dance. When I said I was hoping it would be you, I meant it.”

Emma blinked, her throat suddenly going dry. “You . . . were a fan?” she finally squeaked.

Killian raised his hands quickly. “I’m not saying I had some celebrity crush.”

Emma exhaled loudly and they both laughed. “Good, I was starting to worry you were a stalker.”

“No, I always liked that show. The performances are so incredible.”

Emma’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. But you said before you never watched Dancing with the Stars. So why do it?”

“I know Regina told you. This is Neverland’s final season. Do you know how many TV stars have one hit show and little to no career afterwards?”

Emma abandoned her mug for good and leaned against the back of the couch, shifting to face him, “A lot, now that I think about it.”

“Exactly. And a lot of times it’s because people see them only as that character they played. Captain Hook is a larger-than-life role. I wanted people to see that there’s more to me.” Killian shrugged. “And I know the tabloid stories haven’t helped. I won’t lie – I got caught up in the sudden fame at first. Partying almost every night, keeping my romantic entanglements . . . casual.” He blushed as he glanced her way. “So you were right about me, Emma. But Rose and other friends helped snap me out of it. And I’ve left that all behind. I’m trying to be a better man.”

Emma tapped the arm of the couch. “You don’t have to defend your past to me. I get it.”

Killian seemed to visibly relax at that. “Good. So . . . your other sister?”

Emma nodded. “Anna. Well, poor thing was the clutz of the family. Tried dance classes when she was little, but it just wasn’t her cup of tea. Anyone who claims Ingrid was just adopting kids with dance talent should see her with Anna. She’s the reason Ingrid moved out to Colorado.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Anna and her husband Kristoff run a ski lodge out there. They’ve got four rambunctious boys who are seven, five, three, and eight months.”

Killian whistled, his eyebrows raising to his hairline. “She’s got her hands full!”

“Which is exactly why Ingrid’s out there. She needed the help desperately.”

Silence fell between them, but not an awkward one. Emma rose and took her mug to the sink, pouring the last bit of hot chocolate down the drain. Once she’d rinsed it and set it in the dishwasher, she turned to find Killian up and collecting his jacket.

“I should probably get home,” he told her, “we have to start a whole new dance first thing in the morning, right?”

“Right,” Emma agreed with a nod and followed him to the door. She was genuinely surprised that he hadn’t pried about Henry’s dad. It also made her like him a bit more. As a friend, anyway.

He opened the door, then turned to her with a light in his eyes and mischief in his smile. “It was a lovely evening, Swan,” he told her, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips. His eyes never left hers as they lingered there for half a beat.

Emma scowled and snatched her hand away. “Why do you have to go and do that?”

Killian’s eyes widened. “Do what?”

“Get flirty like that. We were talking, and having a nice evening, and then you have to go and ruin it.”

Killian arched a brow at her. “And how did I ruin it, exactly? I merely thanked you for the nice time we spent together.”

“This wasn’t a date,” Emma hissed through her teeth.

He sauntered closer to her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, his breath fanning hot across her cheek. “And yet, you’re the one who brought up the subject. You sure it didn’t feel like a date?” Killian pulled back, grinning at her scandalously, his tongue darting out of the corner of his mouth. “Or were you waiting for a goodnight kiss?”

“You’re full of it Killian Jones,” she snapped, giving him a firm push out the door. “I’m not so sure you’ve changed at all.” Then she slammed the door in his handsome, cocky face.

Emma jumped when she turned to find Henry standing in the hallway behind her.

“Why were you so mean to him?” Henry accused. “I like him!”

Emma sagged against the door, rubbing her forehead wearily. “He’s an actor, Henry. You can’t trust him.”

Henry stood there, regarding her silently for a moment. “I think he likes you, Mom. And not every guy is like my dad. Not every guy’s gonna leave you.”

Henry didn’t wait for her to respond. He just turned and went back to his room, shutting the door gently behind him. Emma turned and pressed her forehead to the door with a groan. She couldn’t figure out Killian Jones. There were times he was full of swagger, then other times he was sweet and even a bit nerdy. Sometimes he seemed he wanted to be her friend, then other times it felt he wanted more. Then there were times he flirted outrageously and it seemed all he wanted was to get in her pants.

Emma pushed away from the door, resolute. It didn’t matter. They had a show to win. And after that, they would go their separate ways. She loved Henry, but he was too young to understand what men like Killian Jones were really like.

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Emma dashed up and down the corridors backstage, swearing under her breath. This was the last thing she needed right now – a missing partner. She was already having to deal with a thick blonde Rapunzel wig that weighed a ton and a gimmick for their routine which hadn’t worked at all in dress rehearsals.

It was Disney week, and Killian had been both relieved and excited when they had been assigned a waltz to “I See the Light” from Tangled.

“I was worried they would make me Captain Hook – the cartoon version,” he had told her honestly.

“What?” she had teased. “Waxed mustaches and perms aren’t your thing?”

Despite the door slam to his face at her apartment, Killian had gone right back to their usual friendly, sometimes snarky banter. The only stress, honestly, this past week was the pressure they felt to deliver another high scoring routine. It may have been why Emma decided to open their number with Emma in a tower. Literally. It involved wires and the two of them actually rappelling down the side of a fake tower. Seriously. What had she been thinking?

And now it was only ten minutes till show time, and Killian had disappeared. Suddenly, Belle crashed right into Emma. She wore a blue dress identical to the one her namesake wore in the opening scene of Beauty and the Beast. She and Jefferson were doing a quickstep to “Bonjour,” with Jefferson as Gaston. They really had cast everyone perfectly, including Killian, who made an excellent Flynn Ryder.

But suddenly, Emma realized that Belle was trembling and crying. “Belle? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I – I didn’t mean to cause any trouble . . . I was looking for Jefferson . . . “

Emma hurried past Belle when she saw Killian behind the brunette, shoving Robert Gold into a wall. Killian held the other man, who was dressed like Facilier from The Princess and the Frog, by the front of his shirt.

“Killian!” Emma called out. “What the hell?”

The snarl that had marred Killian’s face melted when he saw Emma. Belle ran past her then with Jefferson at her heels. She ran forward and pulled gently on Killian’s arm. He allowed her to pry him free of Gold.

“He’s not worth it, Killian, please,” Belle spoke to him gently, “you’ll only get yourself in trouble.”

Killian deflated and nodded, giving Belle a tremulous smile. Then he turned to Gold and got right in the man’s face.

“I’m honoring the ladies’ wishes. A quality of a gentleman that I suggest you learn.”

Killian turned away, jaw clenching even as Gold laughed sarcastically. Jefferson shoved the older man in the shoulder and told him to shut the hell up before escorting Belle towards the dance floor. As she and Killian fell in step behind them, she elbowed him in the ribs.

“So, you, uh . . . want to explain what that was all about?”

Killian rubbed his jaw and continued scowling. “It just angers me when a man won’t take no for an answer.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “If Mr. Gold has hurt Belle, the producers won’t stand for it. I mean she needs to –“

“No,” Killian assured her quickly, “it isn’t that. He just keeps pestering her to go out with him. She tried to be nice at first, but it’s gotten to where he just won’t leave her alone. I caught him taking her by the arm just now, and when she tried to pull away . . . “

Emma squeezed his bicep, as they neared the wings. The introduction was already playing, and they had to make their appearance in less than five minutes. “Hey, I get it. The man’s a jerk, but you’ve got to calm down. Think of it as acting. Okay, Flynn Ryder?”

Killian grinned down at her, slipping easily into character, his hair falling rakishly over his eyes. “Are you ready for the smolder?” he teased.

Emma rolled her eyes, but was secretly relieved to have such an utter professional as a partner. They came out on stage doing the little bit they had practiced. A stagehand gave Emma her prop: a frying pan, and she made a big show of threatening Killian with it while he waggled his eyebrows charmingly. The rest of the cast was announced to roaring applause. Disney week was always popular.

Luckily, their dance came early in the show. Emma wanted to get their risky stunt out of the way so they could enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Killian came to the tower and made a show of calling up for “Rapunzel” to let down her hair, then grasped onto the vines snaking around it to climb up to her. They embraced at the window, then repelled down the tower together on the system of wires. Once at the bottom, they unsnapped the harnesses and started the waltz.

Once the opening stunt was out of the way, Emma fully enjoyed their waltz. It had been the easiest dance style for Killian to pick up, having done it on episodes of Neverland. Emma felt like a true Disney princess in her lavender gown, and the lanterns dangling from the ceiling washed the entire dance floor in a romantic glow.

“All at once, everything is different,” sang the studio band as Killian sank to one knee. Emma sat on the knee he offered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead to his. “Now that I see you,” the singers crooned the final line of the song.

Emma cheered, shaking Killian’s shoulders excitedly, knowing it was the best they had danced it. The studio audience agreed, cheering and surging to their feet. The cheers soon turned to boos, however, when Blue complained about the elaborate opening, telling them they should just stick to the waltz. Tiana and Teach weren’t all that thrilled with the stunt either, and in the end, they got two 8s and one 9 (from Tiana, of course). Emma was more frustrated this time than Killian, and as soon as they suffered through a short interview with Ashley, she stalked backstage in irritation.

Killian found her leaning against a wall backstage, her arms crossed tight around her. She knew the cameras couldn’t be far behind. It didn’t stop Killian from putting his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I think we killed it,” he told her.

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes.

“You know I can actually feel it when you roll your eyes at me?”

That managed to get a chuckle out of her. He eased her around to face him, gently lifting her chin so their eyes met.

“I just feel like I cost us a better score with my stupid tower idea,” Emma said, gesturing with her arms in irritation.

Killian shrugged. “The scores were still pretty good.”

“But we’re favorites now! The judges are going to keep nitpicking us, and I let the pressure get to me this week.”

He pulled her into a hug, and even though she knew this would probably end up in the recap footage next week, she let him.

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The studio audience and the celebrities were shocked when it was announced that no one would be going home this week. The pros, on the other hand, pretended to be shocked. There was always a “non-elimination” week, and nine times out of ten, it was Disney week. Killian turned to her with a grin and a hug once the taping was over, but Emma was less enthusiastic.

“That means there will be a double elimination next week, so don’t get cocky, Jones.”

Liam came out on the dance floor to join them, giving them both hearty hugs. “Great job, little brother!”

Killian opened his mouth as if to correct him, then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth his breath. “Thanks,” he said instead.

Liam’s eyes suddenly lit up as he glanced over Killian’s shoulder. “Belle! Lovely to see you again! You were perfectly cast, of course.”

“Thank you,” Belle replied, grasping her skirt and making a little exaggerated bow. “With my name and a vlog called Beauty and Brains I was sort of asking for it.”

“Have you two watched Belle’s youtube channel?” Liam asked Emma and Killian. “It’s incredible! She gives young women fashion and makeup tips but also recommends classic literature for them to read.”

Killian glanced at Emma, his eyes alight as he quirked a brow. “And my brother is watching a fashion vlog . . . why? Need eyeliner tips, Liam?”

Liam turned a bright shade of red and started gaping like a fish. Belle, meanwhile, smiled up at him beneath her batting lashes. “I think it’s sweet,” was all she said as she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Jefferson called for her then, and she dashed off, leaving a bewildered Liam behind.

“Liam,” Emma said, clearing her throat, “I thought you’d be heading back home by now.”

“Umm . . . I’ve . . . decided to stay a bit longer,” he murmured distractedly, his eyes still fixed on Belle’s retreating form.

Killian gave his brother a little shove. “Then go talk to her, you git.”

Emma and Killian both laughed as he nervously approached the petite brunette. Emma turned her head from studying the elder Jones brother to study the younger one. His face was relaxed, his eyes filled with delight as he watched his brother smile and laugh with Belle. As if he felt her eyes on him, Killian turned to her suddenly. She blushed and glanced quickly away.

“It was the smolder again, wasn’t it?” he teased. “I really can’t control it, you know.”

Emma rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the gut. “And what I wouldn’t give for a frying pan right now,” she quipped.

#2018 csbb #csbb #2018 csbb fic #dancing with the stars au #enemies to friends to lovers #captain swan #captain swan ff #natural opposite #searching wardrobes

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