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em1e · 2 years ago

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three little words | first 'i love you'

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ fluff !! ♡ series m.list

you’re amazed he lets you meet his friends again after the past experience.

sure, it took a lot of egging on from either side before he finally folded, but who’s really counting how many times you asked. (seventeen. shinichiro started counting after the first five. still, he’s happy you fit well with his group. a little too well, honestly.)

you and wakasa’s laughter was the only sound that filled the garage, shinichiro basically pouting in the corner at your relentless teasing. he completely stopped working on the bike he needed to be finished with if the two of you were going to go on your date tonight to sulk at the fact that wakasa was pulling such a pretty sound from you - at his expense, no less. weren’t you supposed to be at his defense?

“did he ever tell ya about the time mikey hit him so hard he was practically bedridden for a week?” wakasa asks, popping the dango stick out of his mouth and using it to gesture towards your boyfriend.

“he didn’t.” another giggle passes your lips, but you stand to comfort him despite the teasing being light-hearted, “wanna tell me ‘bout it?” you lean into shinichiro’s shoulder to ask, barely able to see his expression from the angle.

“we were sparring ‘nd he kicked me in the nuts so hard i thought i’d never breathe normally again.” he explains with a pout, turning his head to meet your gaze.

you stand fully with a small smile, running your hands through his messy hair, “s’not too bad. mikey’s always been strong, hasn’t he?”

shinichiro clicks his tongue at this, but leans into your touch, head hitting your thigh.

wakasa can only grin. leader of the toughest delinquents in japan, his captain and best friend, being coddled by his partner after light teasing. truly, you’re babying him.

the jokes die down at this, shinichiro practically melting into your side while you and wakasa find new things to talk about. upcoming events for mikey and emma that collide with things they’d planned to do with the black dragons, small dinners between his friends, even smaller dates for just you and shinichiro, until shin’s decided he’s sulked enough and begins working on the bike again.

it leaves you and wakasa to continue talking, while he listens half-heartedly - too focused on finishing so wakasa will leave his garage and the two of you can have some well earned alone time. when he’s finally finished, he’s putting stuff away and gesturing towards wakasa to help, and like clockwork wakasa turns his nose and hops from his place on shinichiro’s toolbox, suddenly becoming the busiest man in the world and needing to leave immediately to attend to whatever other duties he was ignoring up until this point.

and like clockwork, wakasa exits the garage with a wave, which leaves you to help shinichiro put away and clean up whatever miscellaneous things he’s dragged out to use to fix the bike. when you’re finally finished, standing from a bent position after sliding some tools into their proper place, shinichiro steps behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

you lean into his embrace with a small smile, placing your hands on top of his own with your head hitting his shoulder.

“i adore ya, y’know?” he mumbles into your ear, hooking his chin over your shoulder and closing his eyes when you offer a small laugh in return, “really, really love ya.”

you don’t stiffen at the admission like he thinks you will. you don’t do anything at all, for that matter, and somehow it makes the anxiety from saying the words out loud swell to settle somewhere deep in the pit of his chest.

almost a year of being together, and neither of you have said those damning words. shinichiro wonders if maybe it’s still too early, or maybe you -

he’s pulling himself from you before he can stop himself, thinking the space necessary as you process what he’s said, ready to carry the weight of the words back with him as he moves, but your grip on his own hands tightens to keep him from going too far. then you’re turning to face him, keeping yourself in his embrace and wrapping your own arms around his neck with your head tilted as you take in his still-faced expression.

“you love me?” you ask, chin tilting upwards, eyes not leaving his.

“s’not obvious?” he sounds almost offended as he asks, brows furrowing and chin tilting downwards to keep his face even with your own.

“never said it outloud.” you counter, fingertips dancing at his shoulders and tap tap tapping, almost in tandem with his own erratic heartbeat. “not sober, at least.” you add after a moment of thought, and his eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise.

“that so?” you give a small nod in reply, “when’d i say it ‘not sober’?”

he can see the ghost of a smile beginning to form on your lips as you pause to think, “when we celebrating wakasa’s birthday two weeks ago, when we went to that bar in roppongi a few months ago, when we snuck into the abandoned warehouse-”

“that was when we first started dating!”

he actually pulls away from you slightly at this, completely and utterly shocked from learning these details, “i wasn’t even that drunk those nights!”

your arms around your shoulders keep him from moving too far from you, scrunching your nose as you recall having to drag him back into his room with a hand over his mouth each time because he was just so loud as he stumbled around the house.

“drunk enough that you don’t remember me telling you i love you back.” you counter with instead, deciding the teasing you and wakasa put him through previously was more than enough to tide you over for the passing day.

he freezes at this, “you did?”

“i did.” you confirm with a nod, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his nose, “i” a kiss to his cheek, “love” another to the opposite cheek, “you.” a final one to his lips.

he smiles into the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer so you’re molded perfectly against him, until you're pulling yourself back with him chasing after your lips. one more soft kiss placed to his cupid's bow, then you’re unwrapping yourself from him while he almost pouts at the loss.

“c’mon, we’re gonna be late for our reservations.”

#salmon rowe #shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #sano x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

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bigfan-fanfic · 7 months ago

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The Most Powerful Thing in the World (Mage!Reader x Henry Mills)

Sequel to Pay My Price

Eventually you did have to return to Storybrooke

It had been quite a while, and Henry was missing his mothers, most certainly.

"Your moms... you think they'll like me?"

"They've known you since we were kids."

"Yeah, but... you know what I mean."

"You've been my boyfriend since we were sixteen."

"Okay, fair. I do like them, anyhow. Hopefully nothing changes."

So through the realms you travel until your feet touch asphalt and you inhale the familiar scent of Granny's diner.

"Henry!" His mothers cry immediately, rushing him in a hug.

Emma grins. "Hey, kid! Your hair is pink!"

Henry chuckles. "Yeah, it's a little bit of a curse."

Regina frowns, tilting her head. "A curse? Well, why hasn't Y/N helped lift it?"

"Because I cast it." You chuckle fondly, enduring a bear hug from Emma.

They look at you, eyebrows raised.

"Henry here thought the best way to deal with a strigoi in one of the Woods was to charge in there sword flashing. After I saved his butt, I cursed him with bright hair so he knows how much he stands out."

"I mean, it's a little unorthodox, but it gets the job done." Regina muttered.

"Mom!" Henry protested.

You giggle and nuzzle his cheek. "You know just how to lift the spell."

"Fine, fine. I promise to be more... willing to be discreet."

"Thank you." You kiss him, and a rainbow wave of light spreads from you two, restoring Henry's hair to its natural dark hue.

Emma looks between you two. "So... you two do this often? Little curses and such?"

"Yeah. We're being careful, Mom. It's just... sometimes I can get a little ahead of myself. You remember."

"Yeah." Emma chuckles in spite of herself.

"And Y/N's hexes make me think and remember to be more mindful. Besides, they're never harmful, just memorable. Much like my prince."

You blush. "Your prince, am I?"

Henry smirks. "Moms, we'll catch up for dinner? I think my boyfriend and I need to see to our apartment."

Emma and Regina get the Charmings and Hook together a little later.

"Wow. Henry and his boyfriend are... much more confident." Snow laughs softly.

"I'll say. I caught them snogging on the Jolly Roger. It's been a while since I've had to chase a lovebird off me ship."

David raises an eyebrow. "I thought pirates were all for loving on the ship."

"Yeah, when it's the crew, not a pair of wild young ones."

"So is Henry not part of your crew?" Emma teases.

Hook sighs, realizing he's been trapped. David high fives his daughter.

"Y/N's also taken my teachings to heart and become quite the magician." Regina noticed. "I'm not sure how I feel about their... exuberant hexing."

Emma smirked. "It's... well, I won't say every young love goes through it, but similar. I like that they keep things fresh."

Snow smiles. "Henry's a good man. And he's about to make a fine king. Y/N's good for him, to keep him grounded and centered."

"Yeah, the lad needs someone to make sure he doesn't get too big for his sails."

"That reminds me, has anyone given the kid the shovel talk yet?" David chuckles.

Snow shoots him a look, then smirks. "If anyone's gonna need a shovel talk, it's Henry."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Regina says, offended, before Emma interrupts.

"Let's just get ready for a family dinner. I'm not spoiling anything, but... I'm pretty sure Henry's planning to ask a very important question."

And the group moves as one to set the table at Regina's house, eager to greet Henry and you...

And to welcome you to their family, officially.

#henry mills x male reader #henry mills x reader #once upon a time x reader #once upon a time x male reader #once upon a time headcanons #headcanons

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exhaustedpirate · 6 months ago

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her handless wonder

this all came to be from my love for the season 3 finale, my unsatisfaction at the resolution of that little Emma slip up a couple of episodes before AND my dislike of Regina; blended it all up and added a sprinkle of smut and voila! edited by the amazing @belovedcreation

rated M | 2498 words

also on AO3

“You traded your ship for me?”

“Aye.”

It feels like hours ago and no time at all that he had made his confession. It still makes her heart pound just thinking about it. The truth and the devotion in his eyes meant that she could have done nothing except kiss him. Not that it was a hardship, really.

Killian kisses her now, on a dark corner next to the bathrooms, his lips insistent and passionate. Emma wraps her arms around his neck and prepares for the ride. Distantly, she knows they should stop - anyone could find them there.

But his body is strong and warm against hers and his arms tight around her waist. Her self-restraint has limits - she had to wait an hour already (an eternity) so that she could make a quick exit, claiming exhaustion, and catch Killian’s attentive eye so he would know to follow her. Which led to her pressing him against the wall of this dark corner and pulling his lips to hers before he could say anything else to delay her desire to kiss him. And touch him. And hold him. And be touched by him.

Her lips trail down to his neck, hearing his quick breathing against her ear. She touches his chest over his many layers, her fingers caressing the chest hair peeking out through the shirt’s opening, and she feels his hand and hook on her hips. She smiles against his neck, worrying a mark to his hot flesh and feeling her insides tingle at the responding groan.

“Touch me,” she demands, grabbing his wrists to urge him to do something, anything, her mind too flooded by desire to think of specifics.

But he flinches and pulls his arms away from her gasp. She lets him go, not wanting to force anything on him, and looks up. His lips are parted and his breathing rapid, signs of his lust, but there’s shame in his eyes overtaking the desire even as he tries to escape her gaze.

“What’s wrong?” she asks quietly and places her hand on his cheek to bring his eyes to hers. “Killian?”

“I think,” His voice is rough as he responds, eyes shuttered even as he looks back at her. “We should stop, hmm, for tonight.”

She wants to respect his wishes, she does, but she knows he’s deflecting. He wants her, can feel the proof of that against her belly, but something is stopping him. And then she notices how, while his right arm stays at his side, his left is carefully hidden behind his back.

“Killian,” Emma insists, her hands laying on his shoulders before slowly moving down his arms. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It-I-” He stutters and that’s even more jarring than him stopping her advances. He flinches when she finally takes hold of his hand and hook and she finds her final clue.

“Is it because of this?” she asks, keeping her eyes on him while she tugs on his hook. He doesn’t answer but she sees the truth in his eyes. “You know, I don’t care about that, right?”

Killian takes a deep breath and there’s carefully hidden pain in his eyes. “That isn’t what you said earlier,” Emma frowns, her mind working overtime to figure out his meaning. And, like a lightning strike, she remembers - Davids insists Hook join her and she deflects, of course, because she’s emotionally fucked up: “What is he gonna do? I have magic. He’s got one hand.”. In her remorseful reminiscing, he is able to extricate himself from her loose grip. Her cheeks redden with shame and she looks away. He sighs. “It’s alright, Emma, don’t feel obligated to be with me just because of what I did.”

That catches her attention though. She looks up sharply and finds a resigned expression in his face. “No,” she says determinedly and sees his eyes widen slightly. “That’s not why I’m doing this.” She takes hold of his hand and hook once more, her grip tight. “I’m kissing you because I want to kiss you and I'm touching you because I want to touch you.”

He shakes his head against her determination. “Emma, it’s-”

“I was wrong and stupid,” She interrupts and locks his gaze with hers. “I said it because I was pushing you away, because I didn’t want you to get hurt. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it,” She pulls his arms around her and feels warm at how they instinctively wrap around her again. “I don’t care that you only have one hand, I care about you and I care about being with you.”

He doesn’t let her say more, his lips pressing against hers in a hungry kiss, one she is more than happy to reciprocate, her arms wrapping around his neck. Their bodies mold against one another and she relishes the warmth, the perfect fit of their bodies. His hand finds the round curve of her ass and she grins against his lips before letting out a pleased gasp when the cold metal of his hook finds the bare skin of her back.

“Besides,” she whispers. “I’m sure you can do a lot more with one hand than many men can with two. Wanna prove it to me?”

He chuckles darkly, his lips at her ear, teeth finding the flesh of her earlobe. She feels warm and like there’s electricity in her veins. She has never felt this way from such small touches before. “As you wish, Swan,” he whispers back in a hoarse voice, warmth pooling between her legs. “But we should find a more private place, don’t you think?”

She doesn’t answer, her hips grinding against his and her hands covering every inch of his body she can reach. Emma sucks in a sharp breath and takes hold of his hook. Without a word, she pulls him up the stairs, his steps in time with hers. They reach his door in a blur but it’s been far too long since she’s kissed him. He must feel the same way because he twirls her around until her back hits the wall next to his door and takes her lips in his.

“Killian,” she sighs against his lips, her hands grasping his shoulders.

“I got you, love,” he mumbles, hand finding the waistband of her jeans. “I got you.” His lips trail down her neck, focusing on her pulse and she feels like she wants to scream in victory. It feels better than she ever imagined. And she did imagine. A lot.

Emma is so distracted by his talented lips kissing, nibbling and sucking her skin that she doesn’t realize he unbuttoned her jeans until she feels his warm hand over her underwear. “Please,” she gasps, his fingers circling slowly against her clit. “Touch me, please.”

Her begging works. With a growl, he nibbles on her collarbone as he slips his hand inside her underwear and she swallows her sigh of relief with a loud moan. His hand stops and she opens her eyes to see him glancing around before looking back at her with a glint in his eyes.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, love,” he whispers and she bites her lip at the sound, his fingers twitching over her pussy at her reaction. “Can you do that for me?” he asks and his hook caresses her jawline.

She nods enthusiastically, rubbing her thighs together to urge him to touch her more and he grins, a smile full of promise and lust. He slants his lips over hers and she feels his fingers press against her clit, sinking her teeth on his bottom lip.

“Gods I can’t wait to feel you around my cock, Emma,” he murmurs as his fingers begin to circle at a quickening pace. “You’re going to feel amazing, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasps, gripping his biceps tight in her grasp. “I want to feel you inside me.”

His hook slides up against the skin of her belly and her mouth parts in a gasping moan. She feels his eyes on her but all she can focus on is the way his circling fingers quicken and his hook reaching the fabric of her bra. With desperate movements, she unhooks her bra, letting the undergarment sag underneath her clothing. She takes hold of his brace and looking into his eyes, she pulls his hook against her breast. His eyes darken as if he can see it, as if he can feel it, and she likes to believe he does.

The cool metal presses against her hard nipple at the same time he slides a finger inside her. “More,” she whispers, she begs. “More.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, sliding a second finger inside her while pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Emma?”

She nods desperately, wanting nothing more than to grant him that desire. But she needs something more, she needs- His lips find hers, a burning kiss. “Then, come, my love, come for me.” he begs against her mouth and his teeth find her bottom lip.

She shatters with a silent scream, his fingers slowing down to drag out her climax, to turn her into jelly in his arms. His left arm wraps around her waist to pull her against him, holding her up in her unstable legs. Emma blinks her eyes open to find him watching her, a desperate look in his eyes.

“I knew you’d look enchanting when you come,” he whispers and she is surprised to feel her body heat up at the praise, at the sound of his voice. His fingers drag between her folds slowly, whispering over her clit. “Better than I imagined.”

“You imagined it?” She smirks as her hands rub up and down his arms.

“Many, many things, Emma.”

“So did I,” she confesses and bites her lips at his sharp intake of breath. Her hands move to his chest, feeling his heartbeat and slowly making their way to the waist of his leathers. “Should we go inside your room and see if reality measures up to fantasy again?”

“With pleasure, love.”

Despite her request, she is still disappointed when he has to remove his hand from her clit. But he more than makes up for it by licking his fingers clean from her essence, his eyes fluttering shut with delight at her taste. He cups her chin and kisses her, his tongue tangling in his hers and she gasps out a moan at her taste in his tongue. His hips grind against hers and she feels his hardening desire against her. Her hand cups his cock over his pants and he pulls away from her lips to let out a strangled moan.

“Shh,” she grins, her hands massaging him while he looks at her with that blazing gaze and his bottom lip captured between his teeth. “You’re going to have to be quiet.” Her grin widens as she repeats his order back to him. “Can you do that for me?”

“Bloody hell,” he groans before fumbling for his keys in his coat pockets.

It takes too long for the door to open, especially when Emma is much more interested in pressing her body against his back and running her hands everywhere she can reach. The door slams behind her and the lock is turned determinedly, her body vibrating with anticipation and desire. The result is scattered clothing, rumpled sheets, sweaty bodies, a delicious morning shower and more orgasms than she ever thought she was capable of having. A perfect first night together. First of many.

Early in the morning, with her naked body draped half on him, half on the bed, she traces her fingers down his left arm, fingertips tracing his scars lightly. His right arm curls tighter around her waist but he doesn’t stop her.

“Maybe I should start using Regina’s nickname for you,” she randomly says, trying to cover up the teasing in her voice.

“Captain Guyliner?” She can hear his raised eyebrow. Ridiculous.

She grins, finally looking up at him. “Handless wonder.” There is teasing in her voice but also fondness, so much affection she feels like she’s drowning.

“So, just as good as a man with two hands?” He raises his eyebrow in jest but she can see his desire for an answer.

“Hmm.” She bites her lip and swings her leg to straddle him, the sheet falling from her shoulders, her body in full view of his eyes in the light of the rising sun. She grinds her folds against his length and bites her lip at his moan. “A million times better.”

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Regina is part of the family. Emma really needs to remember that.

Needs to remember that she is Henry’s adoptive mother and Snow’s … stepmother. God. Needs to remember that family dinners are a great thing and, after so long on her own, she loves her family, loves spending time with them. No matter how hard it gets to do so.

“Next time, Miss Swan,” Regina’s haughty eyebrow is pointed judgmentally at the bread rolls she was asked to bring, “get something of quality.”

Murder is bad. Murder is illegal. She is the Savior, she can’t murder people.

Killian’s hand finds her thigh under the table, massaging it reassuringly, and her pulse slows. She turns her head towards him and smiles back at him in gratitude. He pats her jeans covered flesh and turns back towards the table.

“Actually, your Majesty,” She loves the way he says it like an insult, nothing like the way he refers to her mother. He stretches his arm to take a bread roll from the basket. “I was the one who chose these as they are my favorite.”

It’s a lie. Emma had been the one to pick them - finding the cheapest option, considering they were just bread rolls - but she wasn’t going to say so. He grins at the former Evil Queen as he takes a bite of one. He doesn’t fake it. He doesn’t care, not like she does. No one does.

She sees Henry trying to hide a grin from the corner of her eyes. He enjoys family dinners but Emma thinks he enjoys it more because of the inherent rivalry between his adoptive mother and his birth mother’s boyfriend. Maybe she should have a talk with her son about his enjoyment of family drama. Although she’d feel like a hypocrite.

“Of course, the Savior can’t think by herself without her handless wonder.”

Regina speaks with disdain, meant as an insult. It would be, at any other point. But they remember that first night, his insecurity, her reassurance, his touches, his talent. And so, to the surprise of the smirking Queen and exasperated family members, Killian laughs. And Emma laughs with him.

“You are absolutely right, your Majesty,” Killian smirks, sitting back on his chair and subtly placing his hand back on her thigh. “I am her handless wonder.”

#carolina writes #killian jones #emma swan #captain hook #captainswan #captain swan #once upon a time #ouat #ouat ff #cs ff #ouat 3x22

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brucethegirl · 10 days ago

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Hope is finally allowed to read the story book of her parents' love. She'd always been told the stories, but here was the unbiased tale from the author's pen. All of Killian's villainy, and all of Emma's fears on display for her to learn. She only needs to ask the right questions. And that is terrifying her father.

Huge thank you to @emmaducklingsaviour for the beta read and assistance. I couldn't have done this without you!

With that I present: My first captain swan fic. Also available on Ao3 and FanFiction.net

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Sitting at the table, hook tapping a continuous rhythm while his hand ran through his hair, then over his chin, then through his hair again. Killian looked anything but relaxed as he watched their daughter in the living room.

Hope was sitting quietly on the couch, her head bent over and her feet kicking as she read through the Story Book. She hadn’t put it down since she had gotten the go ahead to read it. She’d been hearing her family’s exploits for years as bedtime stories, but now at ten years old, she was getting the unabridged, unbiased version. The version that had the scary bits in. As well as the truth about her father’s history. They’d never hidden his piracy, but she was about to learn he was once truly a villain. Some topics were too nuanced for someone her age, but thankfully, Henry had a way with words and was able to give the whole story in a way she’d understand. They’d decided to let her read the stories and come to them with the questions she was bound to have.

Given Killian’s demeanor, Emma guessed Hope had yet to ask anything. Having placed her hand over his hook to stop the tapping, she ran her hand up his arm to his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “You want me to look over her shoulder and see where she’s at?” She whispered.

His hand came down from where it was running through his hair and squeezed hers. He sat for a moment, thinking, “aye.” He said, but quickly added, “but don’t,” he gestured vaguely, “make it obvious.” He raised his eyebrows and gave her a loaded look. He always had been so expressive.

She rolled her eyes and gave him a small shake, “You got it,” she whispered and walked past him to their daughter, smirking as his hand brushed her hip as she passed. The man was always touching her, every second he could. Always reassuring himself that she was there, always reassuring her that he was there for her. She was also sure it was partly his insatiable need to touch her in general, but she wouldn’t think about that right now.

Emma walked to the couch and rested her hand gently on their daughter’s curly blonde head. “Are you going to want something for lunch?” She asked, eyeing the page in the book quickly. While her daughter answered in the affirmative, Emma looked back at her husband. He had his hand over his mouth and chin in a mockery of calm. She caught his eye and winked and went into the kitchen without saying a word. “Okay give me a minute.”

It was barely a moment before he stood and came closer, “Swan,” he said, but she heard the question in his voice.

She began toasting the bread for a peanut butter and jelly and asked, “do you want one, too?”

He looked at the spread she was making in confusion and “I-sure. What is she reading about?” He asked, leaning his hip on the counter, eyes impatient.

“She’s at the beanstalk.” She answered, smirking at the memory, and his brows crinkled.

“She’s already past… everything else?” His mouth gaped open, almost offended she hadn’t had a single question about the two hundred plus years of his villainous acts.

“It wasn’t a very prominent part of the book.” she said reassuringly, once again reminding him that those acts didn’t defy him.

The book in question had been a special gift to Emma and Hook from Henry at Hope’s baby shower. So they could one day share their epic story of fighting for their love with Hope, their own product of true love. However, as Henry was the author, the story book never shied away from the ugly truth.

That included details such as when he’d stolen Henry’s grandmother to the high seas and threatened his grandfather for wanting her back. Or how he’d murdered Hope’s own great-grandfather. As well as other nefarious deeds here and there while he was blinded by revenge. It wasn’t graphic, but it never shied from the truth. Same as Henry’s own story book revealed all the most evil parts of his own adoptive mother’s true nature

“No, but it was a prominent part of my life.”

Emma shrugged, less concerned. “Maybe she’s waiting until the end to ask questions.” She offered. She knew why Killian was nervous. Hope was his entire world in a way Emma never would be, and she knew how nervous he was for his little pirate princess to see him differently. She also knew that nothing would change how much their little girl adored him.

As she prepared sandwiches, the wait finally came to an end when there was a quiet, “so, mommy?” From the living room.

Emma and Killian shared a glance and she turned to her daughter after a beat, “yea, baby?” She cut the sandwich for Hope in triangles and went to lick the extra jam that had got onto her thumb, but her wrist was quickly caught as Killian popped it into his own mouth instead. She chuckled warmly and kissed his cheek before walking to her daughter with her lunch, glad he could still be himself even through his nerves. She handed the plate off. “What is it?”

As Hope took her first bite, she chewed thoughtfully. She had a question, but was debating the best way to ask it. She’d always been an extremely patient and well-spoken child, always observing the town and its colourful characters more than wanting to be the center of their attention even though she didn’t have to work for their attentiveness, she got it everywhere she went. From her much older brother and his other mother who doted on her, to her grandparents and barely older uncle, who thought she was the funniest and most beautiful baby from day one. She was a little girl who never lacked attention or affection. Even if all she had was her parents in her life, they worked hard to make sure she never knew a second of the loneliness of the lost childhoods they both had.

When she finally swallowed, Emma snuck a glance at Killian who had given up pretending to continue making their lunch and was practically white knuckling the countertop. Looking back to Hope, their little one was watching her with her twinkling blue eyes. That same reading expression her father got. “When you and Papa met, was it love at first sight?”

Emma couldn’t control the laugh that burst from her before containing it, her daughter continuing to stare at her. “Umm,” she cleared her throat, “no. No it wasn’t.” She answered, flicking a glance to Killian who was also smirking.

“I think that’s a bit unfair.” He said, teasing as he came closer. “You didn’t really give me a chance.”

Hope’s gaze swung to her father, “because you were a villain?” She asked plainly and Killian halted, the smirk on his face freezing and becoming a mockery of the easy thing he typically flashed.

Emma placed a hand on Hope’s leg and opened her mouth to reprimand her.

Killian spoke first, his tone gentle and patient, “Aye, that I was.” He smiled indulgently, “I did a lot of bad things, and your mother knew that. She had no reason to trust me. Let alone fall in love with me. And she was just a hero trying to stand in my way.” He winked, “and feed me to ogres.”

Hope sits with that a moment and stares at her book, flipping back a page where she affectionately touched the image of the two of them climbing. Her parents looked at the image fondly before catching each other’s eyes. “No.” Hope finally says resolutely. They both look back at her in surprise but she was looking resolutely at Killian. “That’s not true. You already chose her.” Her stare accusing him of not being able to see the truth even though he’d lived it.

Emma went to laugh again, but saw the look on Killian’s face, his mouth gaped and he looked into the distance without seeing, reliving something from the past Hope had triggered. Stroking his arm gently where it had been thrown across the back of the couch. He looked to her quickly in acknowledgment then back to Hope. “Where did you get that notion?” He asked quietly. He was trying to put a teasing tone into his voice but was failing miserably.

Hope just shrugged, “Didn’t you?”

Sometimes Emma swore their daughter was the reincarnation of some ancient all knowing wizard when she doled out lines like that. But with Killian looking like he’d seen a ghost? Well she never believed it more than in that moment.

“Killian?”

He just gave a breathy laugh. “Cora-” he shook his head, “She said the same thing to me when I finally,” he snuck a sly glance at his wife, “made my way down the beanstalk. She said I chose you. I thought she-” He started to censor what he was going to say but decided against it, “I thought she was going to kill me for helping you. And she told me I chose you and had to live with the consequences of that.” He reached his hand over and caressed Hope’s cheek. “I guess she wasn’t wrong.” They’d discussed that fated adventure a few times throughout their relationship, but that detail had never been mentioned. They’d mostly focused on her lack of trust and how he had learned then how high her walls were, but hadn’t been ready to scale them. “I did choose you. I just hadn’t realized what exactly that meant yet.”

“It’s okay, Papa.” Hope said, sagely, before continuing her story book. She points to a line of text. “See? She chose you, too.” Sure enough, in the black and cream of the story book they read:

For the savior knew the man before her wasn’t lying. He understood her in a way no other had before. If she let him, he’d understand her in a way no other ever would.

Emma balked, and looked to Killian who had his broad smile and raised eyebrows directed at her. His expressive face teasing ‘is that so?’ Without having to verbalize it.

Hope shoved her plate at Killian, “you need to pick up the sandwich stuff if you’re not going to make one.” She recited from the admonishments she often received for leaving a mess.

“Right you are, little love.” He said, taking her plate and going into the kitchen, a much lighter weight on his chest.

Emma came up behind him, her arms reaching around and her chin resting on her shoulder. “I told you it would be fine.” She said gently before kissing his shoulder.

He chuckled, “Well, she’s not done yet,” he said with a weight only lightened by his teasing tone. “You still have to knock me out in New York.”

She gave a hum of agreement, “With a trash can, yes.”

“And have your parents try to push you back with Bae.”

She reached up and gave a kiss on his cheek. “And have you try to sleep with Tink?” She whispered even lighter so Hope wouldn’t hear.

His response rises above the whispering tone they’d taken as he spun in her arms, “hey, that is not what happened.” She raised a brow in challenge, knowing immediately that he knew she knew it was a lie. “Well, either way, I highly doubt that is in there. And besides. She turned me down. Knew I was already too far gone for a different beautiful blonde light witch.” He kissed the tip of her nose before turning back to the sandwiches.

Emma rolled her eyes and went to eat her own sandwich while Hope continued to read. But then her mini clone snapped her head up, “You trapped Papa in a broom closet?” She gasped, affronted.

#captain swan #fic #my fic #killian jones #emma swan #hope swan jones #once upon a time

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grimmswan · 6 months ago

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Dracula in Storybrooke part 5

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer @cssns

Drake paced back and forth in the dark corridor. He made no sound as his feet touched the damp stones. His frustration and vampire speed making him look like a blur to the rats hiding in the walls.

He desired the Princess Swan. She was the embodiment of beauty and power. The fact that she was able to withstand his seduction only made her more desirable to him.

He thought of Emma, with her long golden hair. Running his hands through it would be like being able to touch the sun once again.

But at the moment, that filthy pirate was probably running his only hand through her hair.

Drake hissed at the thought that his bride was being contaminated by one so unworthy of her.

He needed to find a way to sever the bond between the two.

Renfield had told him it was impossible. But Renfield had chosen to change his name to Smee, so Drake didn’t think he was very intelligent or wise.

Dracula was certain that if the pirate captain was turned into a monster, the fair princess would realize she was better off with a dark prince.

Outside of Granny’s, in the warm sunlight, Killian did have one hand wrapped in Emma’s hair. His hook was pressed to the small of her back, keeping her close to him as their lips moved slowly together.

Emma let her fingertips dance along his jawline. She enjoyed the contrast of the rough stubble to the tender way he was kissing her.

She had noticed the yearning way he was looking at her and knew what he needed. But neither trust finding a dark corner for a quiet moment since the vampires had made an appearance.

So beside the overgrown hedge it was.

“I won’t survive losing you, Swan.” Killian whispered against her mouth. “Promise me that you will do everything in your power to protect yourself.”

“As long as you promise me the same thing.” She whispered back to him. “After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want to live without you, either.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Leroy’s frustrated tone broke through the couple’s intimate moment. “You’re only going to be separated for a few hours at most. We need to get back before sundown.”

Since logically the caves were the ideal place for those that needed to avoid sunlight, Emma, her parents, and Leroy would be searching the tunnels for any sign of Dracula and his vampires.

Killian, Dr. Whale, Belle, and Blue would be searching through all of the ancient tomes and scrolls they could find for a way to turn everyone human again, and defeat Dracula.

Killian had wanted to go with Emma, but since he was fluent in multiple languages, he knew it was best to help with the research. Blue also wanted him to assist in gathering chrystal she and the other fairies would create to store Emma’s white light and use them as another way to ward off the vampires.

“Besides, if the vampires do try to attack us, it would help having an expert fighter with us.” Whale had pointed out.”

Before his group headed out, David mentioned to Killian in passing, “If Whale got maimed, nobody would blame you.”

“I heard that, Charming.” Whale growled.

“Don’t care.” David shrugged as he joined his wife and daughter. The former sighed and shook her head and him. The latter grinned at his behavior.

The group made their way through the tunnels, Emma in the front with her hands aglow the entire time.

They were sure that the vampires Dracula had turned were hidden away, sleeping.

Smee had said that Dracula had the power and ability to not sleep for months or years, he also had the ability to put himself into a sleep for centuries. But other vampires needed to hide themselves and sleep when the sun was up.

But no one wanted to take any chances. The plan was to find the sleeping vampires, and then bind them using Emma’s magic, and ropes woven with silver, preventing them from causing any harm to the rest of the town.

Weapons were drawn. Eyes quickly roamed every corner and peered into every shadow.

After walking to where they were sure was the deepest the tunnel could go, they came upon a cave filled with large stones stacked to resemble coffins.

“This must be where they are sleeping.” Leroy said out loud, “Now how are we going to lift these rocks so we can bind these blood suckers?”

“Leroy” Snow admonished, “These are people who are under a curse. It may be different than the other curses we are used to, but they are still victims. And they need our help.”

“Until you can find a way to turn them back, they are monsters who won’t give a second thought to biting our necks and draining every last drop of blood from our bodies. So you’ll excuse me if I’m not feeling too sensitive about their situation right now.”

“Your neck is not one I would be eager to dine out.” A female voice hissed.

Turning in the direction of the sound, they saw a beautiful woman clad in a sheer black gown emerge from a hollow in the wall.

“But your neck,” She continued, looking at David, “I would love to have lips pressed all over it.”

“Not a chance,” Snow shouted, aiming her arrow at the woman.

She seemed to have forgotten all about their intention to capture the vampires without harming them.

The vampire woman hissed in Snow's direction, showing off her fangs and claws. Suddenly, more vampires emerged. The dirt and rocks fell away, revealing the hiding place of the fearsome beings.

There looked to be more there than had been thought to have been turned in Storybrooke.

“I think Dracula brought over some of his vampires from the Land of Horror and the Land of Untold stories.” David observed.

Emma sent out beams of light, “There’s too many. There's no way we’ll be able to bind them. We’ll have to get out of here and search for another way.”

The group retreated, heading back to Granny’s. Emma continued to send beams of light, keeping the vampires at a distance until the group was safely inside.

Everyone was grateful that Emma had put up magic wards to keep the vampires from entering. The vampires hissed and snarled as they tried and failed to push through the invisible barrier.

Several feet behind them, Emma could make out Drake standing and watching.

They had escaped him and his minions, so why did he have a smug look on his face?

Emma’s heart was suddenly gripped by terror. Where was Killian?

They took him by surprise, using a clever ruse.

He had gotten a call on his talking phone. Emma had told him that reception in the tunnels was terrible. So when the other person on the other end of the line sounded muffled, and strange, he assumed that was the reason. Believing the woman was the Lady Snow, he believed her when she said that Emma was in danger. Without a second of thought, he raced to the tunnels.

His thoughts were too preoccupied with Emma’s safety to hear Blue or Belle calling out that it might be a trap.

And Snow hadn’t realized that the attack had been a distraction allowing a vampire to steal her phone.

Too late, he realized his mistake. He was alone in the shadow, making himself easy prey for Dracula and his vampires.

They ambushed him. Held him down as they sank their teeth into him. Killian watched in horror as Dracula emerged from the shadows, sliced a line into his wrist and held it over his face.

Killian’s mouth was held open by the vampires, forcing him to consume the crimson liquid that dripped onto his tongue.

“Those turned by me must do as I say. You will serve me like all of the rest.” The count put the full force of his power in his voice as he gave the command. “Bring the savior, Emma Swan, to me. When you are alone with her, use your new strength and power to subdue her and carry her to me.”

The blood took over Killian’s system. The Vampire Count’s voice took over everything in his mind. His body craved to consume blood. His mind craved to obey his master.

Fear had a vice-like grip on her heart. Emma ran as fast as she could, one had glowing, the other tracking Killian’s location with her cell.

It had been safest for her to go alone. Her intense emotions made her light powerful enough to send any vampire far away and writhing in agony.

It was only when she spotted him, walking through the forest, without a mark on him that she calmed down.

Running to him as quickly as she could, she threw her arms around him and held him tight the moment their bodies collided.

The impact triggered him to take a deep breath.

Emma’s scent was stronger than ever. Sweet and soft, everything that was good in the world. His arms tightened around her and he inhaled more of her fragrance.

Killian took a long inhale of her scent. Emma always smelled like heaven to him. But at the moment, her unique perfume was stronger and especially enticing.

“Oh, Killian,” Emma sighed. “I was so worried. I was afraid Dracula had gotten you.”

Killian was unable to explain that Dracula had gotten to him. He wanted to keep Emma safe. But could not tell her that he was now a threat to her.

Emma messaged her father, letting him know, and asking him to inform the others that she had found Killian, and that he looked unharmed.

After joining back with the others, she helped infuse the chrystals Blue and the other fairies created with her light.

“Keep these crystals around your neck and the vampires will be unable to get near you.” Blue advised.

When Killian hadn’t reached for one, he excused it by saying, “I have Emma with me most of the time. There’s really no need for me to wear one.

It may have been a fact, and the others accepted the excuse, but in the back of everyone’s mind, there was a hint of suspicion.

Though she didn’t say anything, Emma was sure there was something wrong with the man she loved. Killian was too quiet. The last time he acted differently than his full self, he had been controlled by Gold. But she still encouraged everyone to go to their respective homes. No matter what, she knew she had nothing to fear about being alone with Killian.

Dracula stood in the shadows outside of Emma Swan’s home, waiting for his newest slave to deliver her to him.

But as he looked on, he saw no sign that his orders were going to be obeyed.

In fact, the opposite of what he wanted seemed to be happening.

Drake witnessed Killian pin Emma to the wall and trail kisses down her neck. Her mouth opened in an expression of bliss and her legs spread wider, inviting Killian to press closer.

“What are you doing, you fool?” Drake hissed. “You are supposed to deliver her to me.”

But it was clear he had no power over the pirate captain.

With his body pressed to hers, his hands gripping her firmly and his mouth roaming hungrily over her, Emma could feel how much Killian wanted her.

All Killian could think about was taking Emma. Consuming her. He needed her, every part of her. He was sure that he would die if he didn’t have her.

Driven by dark desire, Killian held Emma tightly to him, and sank his fangs into her neck.

Hearing Emma’s intake of breath, Killian found the strength to pull away.

But looking into her eyes, he didn’t see fear. He saw acceptance.

And desire.

Gazing at her, Killian was overwhelmed with the thoughts and feelings he had for Emma Swan. She was truly the most remarkable woman in the world. And the most beautiful. The most tantalizing. Temptation itself.

Especially her neck, with the drops of blood on her flushed skin reminding him of rubies set on ivory satin.

Too much temptation to resist, he lowered his head to consume more of her.

Drake was taken by surprise at the sight before him.

Somehow, his spawn had escaped his influence. What was more, he was feasting on the savior’s blood.

The savior’s behavior was even more shocking. He expected her to cry out in surprise, and pain. Instead, what he heard was a moan, and he saw her eyes flutter.

Was…. Was she enjoying it?

Fingers buried deep in Killian’s hair, Emma held him in place, encouraging him to take what he wanted from her.

Drake roared with a mixture of anger and frustration. It was hard to believe, but the truth was clear; Killian Jones was able to break the hold of the curse.

But the question was, how?

Something powerful bubbled up inside of Killian. Something that had been dormant for centuries.

The blood of a dragon, though polluted and mutated through a man, combined with the blood of a product of true love, awakened an ancient bloodline inside the pirate captain.

#emma swan #killian jones #once upon a time #captain swan #ouat #csff #cssns23 #cssns24 #grimmswanfic

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chirp-a-chirp · 1 year ago

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Ikemen Prince: Dirty Pictures

Description: A series of salacious drawings of the Rhodolite princes appear mysteriously at the palace. What are the pictures of, and how do the princes react to them?

Alternative Description: My brain is trash. If anyone wants to draw one of these photos, feel free to do so…

Tags/Rating: Suggestive, Cheeky, but stays PG-13

Word Count: ~900

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Jin

Picture: Jin’s arms are behind his head as he strikes a pose. A string-bikini bottom dangles from his mouth, pearly white teeth contrasting nicely against the navy blue bottom. He’s shirtless, except for a matching bikini top that adorns him.

Luke: That picture is certainly…you. Whatd’ya have to say to that?

Jin: Nice boobs!

Chevalier

Picture: Chev is propped up against a headboard. He sleeps naked, with crumbled bedsheets and a book covering his lap. The picture’s title—A Beast in the Sack

Sariel: I swear this Hellcat is always up to no good.

Chev: My fool of a brother did not create this. *Points to a signature at the bottom of the picture that reads “From a Friend”*

Sariel: The signature’s legible. That rules Clavis out.

Clavis

Picture: Clavis wear black leather chaps and winks saucily. He’s shirtless, suspended in the air in a harness comprising of sturdy black leather pieces and suspension hooks. His hands are held up, tied on either side of the harness with his signature brown and purple belts.

Nokto: And here I thought I had eccentric tastes in bed. Such a naughty, cheeky prince.

Clavis: Speaking of cheeky…! *Turns drawing over and hands to Nokto. The drawing displays the same suspended figure of Clavis, but from behind the harness*

Nokto: Ass-less chaps? Nice touch.

Leon

Picture: Leon stands proudly in front of the palace throne. His hands are on his hips, black cloak billowing behind his shoulders. Leon appears majestic as he flashes a radiant smile.

Jin: Hey Emma, what do you think of this? *Shows Emma the drawing, with Jin’s hand covering the bottom half of the picture*

Emma: *Looks at the drawing* Awww, Leon looks wonderful! But why are you hiding half the picture?

Jin: Here’s why! *Removes his hand from the drawing*

Emma: WHERE’S THE REST OF HIS CLOTHES?!

Jin: King of the jungle indeed. Now I know why you and Leon are always smiling at one another. I’d smile like that too if I were packing THAT much—

Leon: Discussion’s over! *Takes Emma in his arms and strides towards his room*

Leon: *Whispers to Emma* Let’s see which Leon you prefer, hmm?

Yves

Picture: Yves carries a silver tray with a pipping hot apple pie from the oven. His cheeks are rosy and sprinkled with flour. The fifth prince is as naked as the day he was born except for a white apron that reads “Kiss the Cook” in pink cursive.

Yves: This is highly undignified!

Licht: Don’t you have that exact apron?

Yves: That’s besides the point Licht!

Clavis: Well, well, well! Someone appears to be VERY excited about baking.

Licht and Yves: What?

Clavis: Look closer at the picture.

Yves: *Peers at the drawing* Aaaaaaah! Don’t look Licht!

Licht

Picture: Licht wears a skintight full-body grey bunny costume, (complete with bunny ears) that showcase muscular legs and strong shoulders. He stands in a field of flowers, facing away from his audience, his cotton tail slightly elevated at a jaunty angle. Licht turns his head to reveal a scrunched up nose and a look of surprise.

Licht: Ugh. Disgusting. *Drops picture and walks away*

Leon: Hey, this picture looks kinda nice actually.

Chev: *Wordlessly picks up the picture and gestures to the bottom right corner of it*

Leon: Oh. A basket of carrots. Of course.

Nokto

Picture: It’s a portrait of a very pleased looking Nokto from the shoulders up, hair disheveled, neck smeared in crimson lipstick kiss marks.

Nokto: This is rather tame. I’m kind of disappointed.

Clavis: *Smirks* Look at the other side of the picture haha!

Nokto flips the paper and laughs heartily. “Ah, that’s much better.”

Yves: What’s better? *Peers at the paper* Aaah! That’s disgusting! How many people are in that…position?

Clavis: At least three. There are five limbs visible!

Nokto: Is that my limb or is that—

Yves: Don’t ask that!

Luke

Picture: Luke lays on a bear-skin rug by a roaring fire. Near the rug is a steaming hot bowl of porridge and a pot of honey. Luke looks tenderly at a well-worn teddy bear sitting on his stomach and propped up by his legs. The caption reads “this not-so-little bear feels juuuuuuust right”.

Jin: The palace maids are quite taken with this drawing. They say you look quite fine on that rug.

Luke: Oh?

Jin: Yeah, and some of those maids would love to lay on your hardwood!

Luke: …pervert.

Epilogue

Clavis stands deep in the woods near a dilapidated stone tower on the Rhodolite-Obsidian boarder. A twig snaps as a man emerges from the shadows.

Clavis: Thank you for your “artwork”. My brothers and I were quite taken with your depictions of us! Allow me to return the favor. *Hands man a crude drawing*

Picture: Gilbert is standing up, wearing impeccable white gloves as he leans onto the top of his cane, a smirk on his face. Beyond the gloves, he wears only two eyepatches, the second one strategically placed and…quite a snug fit.

Gilbert: Is this what you think of me after all this time, my friend? I need quite a bigger patch down there.

Clavis: What is it with Obsidian men and their obsession over size?

Gilbert: You really ARE an ass. I’m glad I drew you in those chaps.

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen prince jin #ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen prince leon #ikemen prince licht #ikemen prince yves #ikemen prince nokto #ikemen prince luke

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caffeineinfusedpettyprincess · 9 months ago

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Bloodlines of Fire

Tangled Temptations

Please DO NOT read further if you are NOT 18+!!!

Pairing : Shanks x Emma

Summary: Shanks and Emma arrive at her penthouse tangled in each other.

Word Count: 1658

Triggers: SMUT (18+ ONLY!!!)

Tag list: @short-honey-badger @hope31185 @bumblingbriars (Request to be added in comments or messages)

The car ride had been filled with a flurry of kisses and eager hands, much like the elevator ride up to her penthouse suite. They had nearly devoured each other in the confined space of the elevator, but the doors had chimed open, and Emma swiftly ushered him into her home. Their shoes were kicked off at the door, his cloak discarded on the floor, before they tumbled onto the back of the couch. Now, she sat with him between her legs, their passionate embrace continuing.

He pressed his lips gently against hers, igniting a passionate kiss. With his one hand, he caressed her face, while she cupped his cheek in response. A soft moan escaped her lips as she gripped his hips and pulled him closer to her. He gripped at the back of the couch, maintaining his balance, his mouth lingering on hers before trailing slowly down to her neck. As her fingers skilfully unbuttoned her shirt, he inhaled her scent, placing light nipping kisses along her neck. She slipped off her shirt, revealing a rich dark red lace bra. His mouth found its way to her bra strap, gripping it gently with his teeth to make it pop lightly. "Beautiful," He murmured, his tone raspy full of lust, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as the strap snapped against her skin, sending a small sting through her shoulder. "There's more if you'd like to help." She teased as his hand slid up her waist and cupped the underside of her breast and thumbed her lace covered nipple in a circular motion, pulling a moan from her. "I might need a little assistance." He replied playfully, deftly removing the bra strap with his teeth. She grinned in response. "Of course." She undid her skirt and wriggled out of it pushing it to the side as it hit the floor, revealing a matching set of lingerie and stockings with hold-ups. His eyes slowly traced her body, his hand now delicately exploring the outlines of her stockings. Her smile widened as he examined her like an art connoisseur admiring a masterpiece for the first time. Her skin shivered under his touch, goosebumps rising where he traced. "Do you like what you see, Captain?"

“Yes…yes I do.” He continued to trace the outlines of her lingerie and nips at them with his teeth. She sucked in her bottom lip and tried to stop a moan from escaping. "Would you like to see if that chocolate cake comes in second place?" She giggles lightly. “I know it comes in second.” He pulled down her underwear with his teeth on one side and a finger hooked into the other side. Her body flushed as she watched him take care of her underwear. "Oh, do you?" She grins. “Mhmm...I do.”

Once he slid her underwear down her legs and gently discarded them, he rose and guided her around the couch. "Now for a little taste…" Her body responded, moving with him until her calves met the edge of the couch. She lowered herself onto the plush cushions, her skin tingling with anticipation. Her breath quickened as she watched him position himself between her legs, his eyes smouldering with desire. His muscles defined in the dim light of the room rippled as her hand stroked over his shoulders. His touch sent sparks across her skin as his fingers traced her curves, kindling a deep need within her. Arching into his touch, she silently begged for more as his tongue explored her wetness.

With a longing that had brewed since Vortex, her fingers threaded through his red hair, gently pulling him closer. This elicited a groan from him, and he rewarded her with his mouth latching onto her clit, sucking gently. His hand found its way beneath her, gripping her plump ass cheek. As his tongue and lips skilfully brought her to orgasm, she tightened her grip on his hair, her hips meeting his face eagerly, earning herself a firmer hold on her rump. Profanities escaped her lips as he pushed her towards the edge, and before she knew it, she succumbed to the electrifying waves of pleasure, tumbling into the depths of ecstasy.

She breathed in short, sharp gasps, lying still and relishing the aftermath of her pleasure. She felt him crawl up her body, planting tender butterfly kisses along the way. “I was right, definitely better than the chocolate cake.” He mused as he reached her mouth, they collided in a hungry kiss, a blend of passion and yearning. His hand roamed over her, igniting every nerve ending with his fiery touch, before settling above her head to anchor himself in place. She moaned into his mouth, lost in the sensation of his devouring, feeling him consume her very essence.

His clothes were shed in a frenzy of need, discarded to the floor as they surrendered to overwhelming desire. He settled back down between her legs, his eyes searching her face for any doubts, when she gave him a soft smile and trickled her fingers gently down his scars, he took that as a silent permission and pushed himself slowly inside of her. Emma gasped softly as he filled her, his own moan followed. “Fuck, you feel good.” Her smile widened and she leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips. “Been a while?” She whispered against his lips. “You could – say that.” His breath hitched as he bottomed out inside her. “You fit me so well.” She reassured him as their bodies moved in tandem, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them as he thrust his hips in sharp, deep motions. Skin met skin, hot and slick with sweat, melding together in a symphony of ecstasy. Their sounds mingled with the night air, a chorus of passion and desire echoing through the room. His name was strangled by a cry as they reached the pinnacle of their passion, soaring together into the abyss, lost in a whirlwind of sensation that left them breathless and sated. Their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs, hearts beating loudly in their ears.

Shanks held Emma close, her nestled under his arm with her head resting on his chest. Her arm and leg lazily draped over his stomach and legs. She softly moaned as his hand traced random patterns down her back. "I want you to tell me more about this world." He said, looking down at her. "What is this place called? Is it like a giant island or something else?" She rolled over to reach for the pile of their clothes on the floor, pulling her phone out of her jacket to show him pictures of the world. Snuggling her back into his chest, he cuddled her close, kissing her freckled shoulder softly. She smiled and began flicking through the browser maps. "We call it Earth, and we're currently here, in the country of America."

He observed as Emma's finger scrolled across her phone screen, navigating through digital landscapes. "Your seas aren't as vast as in my old world; we had many smaller islands." He remarked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "It might be challenging to return to the sea in this world; it's mostly controlled and patrolled by governments. There's not much uncharted sea left."

Shanks frowned at this revelation. "I don't trust the government, but I'd still like to try and get back out to sea. It's who I am." Cupping his face, Emma offered him a tender smile. "Only fools trust the government," she chuckled. "But many feel powerless to change it or have grown too comfortable with the status quo." He took hold of her hand and kissed the soft flesh of her palm. "You're absolutely right, darling." She blushed at his gesture. "You're such a tease."

Their eyes met, a playful spark gleaming in his, which tied knots in her stomach. "I can be whatever you need me to be, lass," he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Goober." He erupted into full-bodied laughter before leaning in and kissing her deeply. His hand slid from under her and ran through the back of her hair, gently grasping the base of her skull. A soft moan escaped her throat as she twisted around, pressing her chest against his. "Do I need to worry about any jealous suitors, princess?" He murmured, his lips trailing down her throat.

"Why are you asking that, and did you just call me princess?" She interrupted his affectionate gestures and gazed at him with a gentle frown on her forehead. "A lovely woman like yourself must have many suitors pursuing you and look at this castle you live in… you are clearly a princess." He smiled as she chuckled. "No, I don't. The men I know are like family; I grew up with them. Also, please don't call me princess. My father calls me that, and it would feel strange if you did too, besides, this is a penthouse not a castle."

"What name would you like me to use for you?" He asked, his lips tracing gently along her neck. "Speaking of your father, should I be worried about him?" She bit her lip, struggling to concentrate on his questions amidst the kisses trailing down her shoulder. "Anything except princess. As for my dad, he lives with Mom on the outskirts and hardly comes into the city. However, my brother sneaks in here occasionally, but he's not on good terms with Dad, so he won't say anything." He paused his kisses and looked down at her shoulder with a smirk. “I think I’ll call you Freckles since they're the prettiest things I’ve ever seen on a woman’s body, especially when they adorn yours so beautifully.” Emma giggled as he planted tickling kisses on her neck. “Alright, but I get to call you Goober.” He grinned as his lips met hers. “That’s fine with me, Freckles.”

#obsession #red haired shanks #shanks one piece #red hair shanks #akagami no shanks #opla shanks #shanks #shanks smut #caffeineinfusedpettyprincess

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dark-frosted-heart · 2 years ago

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Doki Doki☆Beast Camp - Foreign Affairs Faction

Part 2

This event ran from August 29 - September 8, 2022

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Nokto: Hey, you know I saved you, right?

Emma: Saved?

Nokto: Yeah. If I hadn't, we'd have to eat Clavis' weird cooking. We can't have that after coming all this way.

(Weird cooking...I didn't know Clavis' cooking was so terrible...)

Emma: Thanks... But now it's up to us to make sure everyone's fed. We'll have to do our best to catch some fish.

As I was setting up, I noticed something.

Emma: Huh? There's only two fishing poles.

Nokto: That's all we had. We'll have to take turns.

(I see. Can't be helped, I guess)

(Nokto's resting right now so that means Luke and I...)

When I look at Luke, he shakes his head.

Luke: I don't need it. I can catch fish without tools. You two can use the rods.

(What do you mean?)

I watch as Luke picks up a net and steps into the river.

He stops when he reaches the center-

(WHAT?!)

In an instant, the water surface ripples as fish swim toward Luke as if drawn to him.

Luke gathers the fish up one by one in the net and dumps them in the basket.

Emma: Luke's incredible...

Beside me, Nokto's eyes widen in surprise.

Nokto: What kind of talent is that?

Luke: Animals would always come to me if I go into the forest, and fish if I'm in a river.

Nokto: Maybe you give off some weird pheromones.

Luke: I don't want to hear that from a womanizer like you.

Without interrupting their banter, I approach the river and look at the fish.

(I've never seen so many fish before. It's really amazing)

As I marvel over the fish, a large one suddenly jumps at me.

Emma: Wah!

I fall on my butt in surprise. Luke comes over and gently helps me up.

Luke: Emma, are you hurt?

Emma: No, I'm fine. Thanks... Sorry, I was so focused on the fish.

After I apologized, Luke suddenly picks me up.

Emma: Wha-

I instinctively hold onto him and he hands me a net after adjusting his grip.

Luke: If you're curious, try scooping them up.

Emma: You sure that's okay?

Luke: Yeah. But you'll get your skirt all wet.

Emma: I'll just let it dry and it'll be fine.

Once I tie my skirt around my knees, I ask Luke to set me down in the river.

But even after my feet touched the ground, Luke continues to hold me from behind.

Emma: Luke?

Luke: The fish only come to me, remember? If I don't stay with you, they might swim away. Now try it out.

I can feel my face growing warmer but I still scoop up the fish at Luke's encouragement.

(It's embarrassing, but I'm also having fun)

Luke's gaze is affectionate as he watches me catch fish after fish. It's embarrassing, yet comforting at the same time.

(Maybe it's because I can feel that Luke's happy that I'm also having fun?)

Satisfied after catching a lot of fish, I go up to the shore and head toward Nokto who's fishing nearby.

Nokto: If you caught enough, I don't need to fish. But it's pretty fun. Want to try it out?

Emma: I do!

When I sit down with a fishing rod in hand, Nokto calls.

Nokto: Ah, I hooked one.

Nokto pulls the fishing rod up, revealing a large fish on the hook.

He has this pure look on his face as he takes the fish and places it in the basket.

(I've never seen Nokto like this before)

Emma: Alright, I'll do my best!

Nokto: Hmm, then how about a contest?

We smile at each other and lift our rods when suddenly a gust of wind tangles the line in my hair.

Emma: Ow!

Nokto: What's wrong?

Noticing something's up, Nokto looks at me with a wry smile.

Nokto: Ah, just hold still for a sec okay?

Nokto comes closer, close enough that I can feel his breath.

(Too close!)

I cringe and Nokto gently touches my hair.

Nokto: It's pretty tangled.

Every time Nokto speaks, a chill runs down my spine at the feeling of his hot breath against my ear.

Emma: You can cut it?

Nokto: No way. Your hair's lovely.

I blinked at how naturally he said it.

(He's not teasing me...and it's throwing me off)

Nokto continues to gently work with my hair and eventually manages to pull the hook out.

Nokto: Got it.

Emma: Thank you.

After thanking him, Nokto smiled and kissed a strand of my hair.

Emma: !

Nokto: I would rather do it on the lips...But after you've fallen for me.

Emma: I won't fall for you...

Not wanting him to see how red my face was, I shot up to my feet and went somewhere else.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before casting the line again.

The poor catches are now a thing of the past and this time we caught a lot of fish.

When combined with Nokto's and Luke's, there's more fish than can be fit in the basket.

Emma: I'll got get another basket!

I set down my rod and headed toward the villa.

---

While making my way through the forest, something snags the hem of my skirt

(It'll be fine right?)

I continue running toward the villa.

---

Back at the villa, I see that Chevalier's position remained unchanged.

Emma: Prince Chevalier, are you hungry? We caught a lot of fish. I'll do my best with cooking so please eat.

I smile, pick up a spare basket, and start to head out when-

Chevalier: Wait.

Emma: Hm?

I stop in my tracks and Prince Chevalier gives me an exasperated look

Chevalier: You're getting carried away, fool.

I follow Prince Chevalier's gaze...

Emma: Ah!

My eyes widen at how torn up my skirt is.

Seeing my thighs visible through the tear, I hold it together in a panic. Prince Chevalier sighs.

Chevalier: Be more aware. There are plenty of bugs here.

Emma: S-sorry! Thank you.

I dig through my bag while holding my skirt.

(I can't find sewing supplies. Did I forget them?)

(Um, maybe I left out it in the room)

As I look around, I hear Prince Chevalier let out a louder sigh.

Chevalier: Back shelf, middle drawer.

Emma: T-Thank you so much!

Taking a needle and thread out of where Prince Chevalier had directed me, I squat down in the corner of the room and mend my skirt.

I glance at Chevalier but he doesn't seem to be paying me any attention and just continued with reading his book.

(Thank goodness for his indifference)

(I'm glad Prince Chevalier's the only one here...)

Emma: Thank you so, so much, Prince Chevalier!

After mending my skirt, I give Prince Chevalier my heartfelt thanks, leave the room, and head toward the river where Nokto and Luke are waiting.

---

But as I run through the forest, I spot Clavis standing in the thicket...

Emma: What are you doing here, Clavis?

Clavis gives me a big smile and approaches me.

Clavis: Emma, you've come to the right place.

Emma: Huh?

Clavis: Come over here, quick. There's something interesting to see.

("Interesting" for Clavis is...)

He takes my wrist and leads me to the side of the bush he was standing in earlier.

Clavis: I found something while burying treasure.

(Treasure?)

I don't understand what he's saying but I look and am taken aback by what I see.

Emma: Wow!

On a leaf in front of me is a chrysalis about to hatch.

The butterfly's transparent wings emerge and glisten in the light.

(Pretty!)

The butterfly slowly emerges from its chrysalis and flies gracefully into the sky.

Emma: Thank you for showing me this, Clavis!

Clavis: Haha, of course. It's thanks to you that I found more treasures to add to my collection.

Emma: More treasures?

When I tilt my head in confusion, Clavis leans close to my hear.

Clavis: Your profile's quite beautiful when you're absorbed in something, you know?

Emma: ...

Clavis: Goodness, I wish I could see it one more time.

(Maybe it's because we witnessed something beautiful together...)

(Normally I brush it off as a joke, but this time I'm feeling embarrassed)

Clavis: Ah, that's right. I have an idea. My trap-

Emma: I'll pass.

Clavis: I didn't even say anything yet.

Emma: I had the usual bad feeling! Now, Luke and Nokto are waiting for me so if you'll excuse me...

I try to turn away, but Clavis grabs my hand to stop me.

Clavis: I'll go with you.

---

Nokto and Luke: Ugh

When I return to the river, Nokto and Luke look at Clavis beside me with pure disgust.

On the other hand, Clavis doesn't seem to be bothered and looks at the basket of fish with interest.

Clavis: I didn't think you'd catch so many fish. Looks like my guide book on how to make fish traps helped, huh?

Luke: Nope. Oh, also, you can go back. There's plenty of fish so why don't you go and relax?

Nokto: We'll do the cooking.

Luke: More like we have no choice, but it's fine.

Emma: Um...I'll do my best too!

At our insistence, Clavis nods in satisfaction.

Clavis: I really wanted to cook up a special meal, but... If you want to serve your big brother Clavis that much, then I won't stop you. You all really love me, don't you? What's more, you seem to have bonded. Look forward to enjoying some recreational activities after our meal, alright?

---

Afterward, we return to the villa and cook. Luke takes charge while Nokto and I help.

We all enjoy a delicious meal, from the marinated appetizer to the main course of meuniere.

Clavis: After filling the stomach, people will also want to fill their hearts. Now to start the recreational activity I've planned, the first ever heart-throbbing treasure hunt with the foreign affairs faction!

Silence fills the room after Clavis spoke up.

(So this was the treasure that Clavis was talking about earlier...)

Clavis: Treasure's hidden everywhere. You can find clues on page 67 of the guide book. And if you can't read the writing, there are pictures too.

(I don't think Prince Chevalier, or even Nokto and Luke, want to participate...)

Clavis: If you don't take part, there will be a punishment. With this punishment, you'll never want to leave this island.

Nokto, Luke, and Chevalier: ...

Looking around, Prince Chevalier continues with his reading while Nokto and Luke sigh in displeasure.

(A-anyway, let's open to page 67!)

I open the book and gasp in surprise.

(While it's true that there are pictures included, they are so...unique...that I can't tell what I'm looking at)

As I stare dumbfounded, Clavis speaks up again.

Clavis: There are three treasures. The first is a gourmet set with the finest honey, rare mead, and my own nourishing hand-made sweets.

Luke: Sweets aside, the rest do sound like treasures. I've made up my mind. I'm going to find it.

Clavis: Haha, including the sweets right? The second treasure's a beautiful set. Jewelry, my favorite clay figures, and an assortment of other things I find beautiful. Lastly we have the Emma set.

Emma: Me?

Clavis: Yep, I have a surprise for you. It's something you want.

(Something I want? What could it be...maybe a rare book?)

Emma: Thank you.

After thanking him, I ask him a suddenly question that came to me.

Emma: By the way, what are you going to do during the treasure hunt, Clavis?

Clavis: I'll be keeping an eye on the gourmet set. There's some hazards nearby.

Emma: Hazards?!

Clavis: Yeah, as the guide says, there's danger in the forest after sunset. Especially in the area near the gourmet set. But don't you worry. That's why big brother Clavis will guide you. Safety first, you know?

Luke looks at Clavis who had spoken confidently and mutters

Luke: I think having you around's more of a hazard.

Nokto nods in agreement and lets out a resigned sigh.

Nokto: Then I'll go to the one that doesn't have Clavis. You're doing the same, right?

Emma: Eh, me?

(Wht do I do...?)

Luke: Isn't it dangerous being around Nokto too? You should come with me.

Chevalier: ...

Clavis: What will you do, Emma?

Clover end

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pirateswhore · 1 year ago

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You're enough - comfort one-shot

It's never easy to have your disability be made into a joke - to be reminded every day that you're not good enough or deserving of love & for it to be your defining trait. Killian has learnt to live with it. That doesn't mean Emma can't remind him from time to time.

for @vasfasan HAPPY BIRTHDAY STINKY <33 ILY

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"Mum, could you help me with an art project tonight?"

"Sure, Hook's staying over so we'll help you."

"I think the pirate's going to be more a hindrance than help."

"The one-handed wonder is only good for pillaging and plundering. It honestly surprises me how he can do anything."

"Maybe it's time we replace the missing dwarf. I'm thinking - Stumpy?"

"Shut the fuck up already!"

The dinner falls silent, heads turning towards him. He stands, chair creaking against the floor. His eyes flash across the people sitting at the table with him. A muscle in his jaw twitched and he turns, making haste towards his bedroom in the inn. He can hear the hushed murmur of comments behind him, but his mind is too hazy to actually focus on what they're saying.

He pushes past a confused and worried Ruby and makes it to his room. Shutting the door behind him, he slumps against it. His chest is tight, his breath uneven and strained and his knees give out as he slides down to the floor. His head falls back, a low thud against the wood. His eyes glaze over as tears pool down his cheeks. He swallows, pushing the lump caught in his throat deeper down.

Hook. Pirate. One-handed wonder. Stumpy.

Through his sobs, he can hear a gentle knock on the door. He steadies his breath enough to grunt a "Go away," but it comes out a lot less demanding than he intended.

"Killian, it's me. Please let me in?"

He stands, wiping his face with his hand. He shakes his head, wipes the tears and opens the door. Emma's standing in front of him, hands trembling and anger on her face. She softens and smiles at him, but he doesn't return it.

"What, no comment on how I can unlock the door with one hand?" he grits out, trying his best to sound angry, but his voice cracks and he sounds more pathetic than anything.

"Killian..." she sighs, shaking her head. "Can I come in?"

He rolls his eyes but steps aside so she can enter the room. He closes the door behind her but doesn't turn to face her.

"I told Regina and my parents off for the comments. Henry's pretty disappointed with them too."

He doesn't reply, standing still with his eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'm sorry for what they said, I promise not to-"

"You promise not to do what?" He snaps around, catching her off guard. "Not to comment? Not to insult? Not to stare and laugh? You're a few months late to that party, Swan."

She swallows and steps forward. "I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner. You're usually good at standing up for yourself, and you said nothing so I assumed it was all in good fun." Her hand reaches out, stroking his cheek and his facade breaks. A cry breaks from his chest and he closes his eyes, leaning into her touch.

She leads him to the bed and sits them down, never taking her hands off of him. One hand holds his cheek as the other strokes through his hair.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

He swallows, fingers playing with the zipper of her jacket.

"I didn't want to put a strain on your relationship with your parents. I knew you would get upset with them and I didn't want you arguing with them over me."

She pulls away, worry etched into her features. "Babe... if they're hurting you, you should've said something. I would have told them off earlier."

"I'm not worth the trouble, love."

"To me you are."

He scoffs and shakes his head. She holds him closer, pressing him into her chest.

"I hope you know I don't see you that way. The hook doesn't bother me," she whispers into his hair.

"You deserve better."

"And what could be better than you?"

He straightens, deliberately avoiding her gaze. She tilts his head up and meets his eyes with a soft, encouraging smile. He sighs.

"Someone you won't be ashamed of. Someone who's not broken and ruined. Someone you won't have to explain what you see in him, you won't have to justify your choice to people. Someone who will be able to hold you and touch you with both hands. Someone you wo-"

She cuts him off with her fingers to his lips, a gentle chorus of "shush" on her own.

"Killian, listen to me. I don't care about any of that. I'm not ashamed of you. You may not be perfect, but neither am I, and I refuse to believe either of us is ruined beyond repair. You've helped piece my heart together, and I hope I'm doing the same to you. I don't care about what people think of us, and I don't owe an explanation for my choices to anyone. If they can't see what I see in you, well. Their loss, really." She took his hook and hand in hers and placed it on her sides. "And you can hold me very well, thank you very much. If anyone, anyone, dares to object to that, to us, I have no problem setting them straight. I'll stand up to whoever has a problem with it."

"It's rotten work."

"Not to me. Not if it's us."

His mouth hangs open, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath. Her hands rest on his chest, anchoring him to her. He drops his head and smiles, a breathy "I don't deserve you" on his lips. She leans in and kisses him, soft and sweet, pouring all her unspoken feelings into it.

Their foreheads rest against one another and they hold each other close.

"You're enough. You'll always be enough. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

She takes his hook, carresing it gently, fingers wrapped around its curve. She presses it against her chest, the coolness of the metal causing her skin to prickle. She smiles at him. "This? This makes no difference to me. It doesn't change how I see you, nor does it make me think less of you."

She leans forward to whisper into his ear. "And while I'm being honest, it's unbelievably attractive."

He laughs. Finally, he laughs, happy and hearty and she can feel the rumble in his vest through her palm. He reaches up, running his fingers across her cheek. There's a tenderness in his eyes, and she's certain no one has ever looked at her like that, not before him. Tenderness, utter devotion, lo-

Her thoughts are derailed when he lunges forward, kissing her and pinning her to the bed. She reciprocates in a second, pulling him into her.

"Does Henry still need help with his school project?" he murmurs between kisses.

"Not for a few hours."

"Good."

#chantecler writing #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #captain swan #emma x killian #ouat fic #cs fic #captain swan fanfic #fan fic writing

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a-happy-beginning · 7 months ago

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I know everything in life is uncertain, but sometimes you have to walk out the door and hope there’s not a bus.

—Emma Swan, Once Upon a Time, “The Other Shoe”

#Once Upon a Time #Emma Swan #Jennifer Morrison #Killian Jones #Captain Hook #Colin O'Donoghue #Captain Swan #Kiss | Hook and Emma #Eskimo Kiss | Hook and Emma #Touching Hair | Hook and Emma #6.03 The Other Shoe

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 2 years ago

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28 DAYS: FINAL CHAPTER

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Mrs. Butters (mentioned), Jack Kline, Meg Masters, Billie Pilgrim, Pamela Barnes, Rowena Macleod, Gabriel, Crowley (seen but not heard), Missouri Mosely, Alex Jones (seen but not heard), Lydia, Emma Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Casey Wood, Jo Harvelle/Victor Henriksen/Nick Iblis/Zeke Gadreel (mentioned), Sam and Jess Winchester (mentioned), Tessa Porter

Warnings/tags for this chapter: if you've read this far, you're golden xox

Words in this chapter: 5K

Author's note: Cute Sparkle Gryphon Meme

Emma driving is for @stusbunker. Love you, sis.

Thank you to Stu and to my 12yr ride or die @brrose-apothecary for read-throughs and late-night convos and for being my friends.

CHAPTER TEN

A week to the day before Dean is to be released, he and the others say goodbye to Jack. Mrs. Butters in the kitchen helps Dean bake and decorate a cake with a very cool screen print of Red Hood that Pamela found online, and Meg commandeers Jack's phone to add Pamela's, Dean's, and her own contact info to his address book.

"Hope you don't mind if I call you sometime, kid," Dean mutters.

There's a tight, heavy knot in his chest that he can't loosen. He wants to keep in touch with Jack so he can celebrate his successes. He doesn't want to be the old Dean who keeps in touch out of fear that Jack will stumble with no one around to catch him.

But deeply woven within that knot is an intense foreboding, stoking Dean's fear of letting Jack walk out the door.

"Of course," Jack answers, distracted by his pinging phone, telling him his Uber is one minute down the street. "I'll text you."

Dean nods and chews his lip. "We can trade me-mes," he says, watching the kid not watch him.

Dean has to actively restrain himself from pushing the flop of hair from across Jack's forehead and demanding the kid's attention. The knot spirals around his organs and rib cage into his gut.

"Meme," Meg says, trying to help Jack straighten the strap of his bag.

"What?" Dean asks.

"It's pronounced meme. Like theme," Meg answers, stepping back into place next to him.

Dean shakes his head as his heart jolts and dives at the sight of the white Honda pulling up in front of the big glass doors.

"Good luck, Jacky." Rowena appears at Dean's other side, looping an arm through the crook of Dean's elbow. "We'll miss you, sweet boy."

Meg mirrors Rowena, hooking her arm through Dean's. Dean drops his chin to his chest with a sigh, realizing how transparent his anxiety is to his friends.

"Ciao, baby," Meg bids the teenager a farewell, watching him stumble over his own sneakers toward the door.

"Bye, guys," Jack calls with a wave. "And thanks for the cake; it was really good!"

And then he's gone.

Dean starts a list of everyone with whom he needs to make amends. Emma's at the top of that list, so he always remembers how far he's come and can fall.

Castiel is the closest second.

Before Emma walked in on him with Max and Anna last year, Dean could sleep at night by telling himself he hadn't imposed on anyone or lied, cheated, or stolen. He told himself that he cleaned up his own messes and that he was just fine with death, closure, and a whole fuckin' bottle of Jack.

Then he broke his little girl's heart.

"Do you think you were trying to prove something to Castiel that day?" Billie asked.

"I think you know what I was doin'. Why don't you tell me what I was tryna prove?"

Billie was right as usual; Dean wanted to prove to Cas that he wasn't worthy of Cas's respect. Dean knew that kid was going to die if someone didn't go in there — and probably even if someone did — and he decided to be the kamikaze pilot because fuck everybody who still had faith in him; he wasn't worth their concern.

"The list!" Meg plops into a seat next to him with two cups of coffee. "Dean Bean, that list is hella long. You should pare it back for your first round."

She takes a sip of her coffee, handing him his as she peers over the rim of her cup.

Dean chuckles, shaking his head. "Every single person I think of makes my stomach hurt."

"Did you show it to Billie yet?" Meg slides her stocking feet into Dean's lap.

"Not yet. Meetin' with her in 10." He twists in his seat to accommodate her.

Meg nods. "Drink your coffee and keep me entertained ‘til you gotta go."

She burrows into her seat with an impish grin, and Dean smirks back as he sets to work, kneading her heels and thumbing the knotted muscles in her arches.

Four days after Jack, Meg is discharged. Pamela decides to stay beyond her discharge date for extra support from Billie and Cain.

After their morning hike, Meg and Pamela say their goodbyes, and Pamela heads to Billie's office to plan another family session for the coming weekend.

Dean waits with Meg for her sister Dani's arrival. Meg is keyed up and wide-eyed in the best way. Her fresh face is framed with braids on either side, compliments of Pamela, her sky blue backpack secured over her (Dean's) too-big hoodie, scuffed-up but neatly tied hiking boots, and softly worn jeans.

Dean thinks she looks like she's headed off to college with her entire life ahead of her, and he thinks that look is fitting as fuck.

"I put Dani's number in your phone; she still has a landline." Meg rolls her eyes as she absently twists the straps of her backpack.

Mere days before Meg was admitted to rehab, Dani inherited their childhood home and land after months of legal battles surrounding the farm. After she and Meg made amends, they planned to renovate the old farmhouse together. Meg told Dean how thankful she is to have the project to keep her on her toes, not to mention her adopted niece Kaia.

Meg's phone chimes with a text from Dani.

"She's just around the corner," Meg breathes, flicking her eyes to meet Dean's. "Three days?"

"You got it, sister." Dean pulls her in for a hug. "I'll be outta here, and we'll be 2.1 together. Right?"

"Right."

Last week, Dean and Meg realized that they had grown up less than 10 miles apart. There's not even one excuse Dean can think of to not continue their morning hikes and coffee at least once a week, and he can't wait to witness Meg's inevitable bloom outside this place.

He sees Dani pull up and releases Meg.

"Keep an eye on PB," Meg murmurs, pulling away and not quite meeting Dean's eyes.

Dean nods silently as Meg drops her gaze to her feet and shuffles toward the door.

"Goodbye, love!" Rowena calls from the lobby's catwalk, and Meg looks up with a wide grin and a wave.

"Take care, kiddo!" Gabe waves from beside Rowena, with Crowley lurking behind them both.

Dean wins Meg's gaze one last time before she finally climbs up inside her sister's Jeep.

"How are you feeling about everything, Dean?" Billie asks.

He's nervous and excited, a little bit scared but mostly hopeful. He's determined to make amends with people and looks forward to seeing his little girl outside therapy and hugging his niece and nephew.

"Good," Dean answers.

Dean doesn't fool himself into believing he can repair all of his faults in 28 days. His provisional relationship with Billie was hard-won. He respects her knowledge and advice, but he'll never be open enough with her to tell her everything.

"Good," she replies. "Don't forget — 90 meetings in 90 days. Look for a sponsor..."

Billie rattles off the rules that Dean used to consider common sense. After the last few weeks, though, Dean has realized how bogus the phrase common sense is because so many people walk around without knowledge that Dean's taken for granted since he can remember knowing anything. The fact that that phrase masquerades itself as a universal truth is kind of bullshit, in Dean's opinion.

"Yeah, I remember: how long have they been sober; are they full of shit; do I like them—"

"You know I have to say these things, right?" Billie smirks and arches a brow.

Dean chuckles and nods. "Am I stealin' your thunder?"

Billie actually laughs.

The night before he leaves, Dean does all his laundry except his pajamas and packs his bag. He leaves the bag on what was Jack's bed six days ago, denying the 47th urge to call the kid because he promised himself he wouldn’t call Jack before Jack called him.

In the dark of night, the emotions he accepted earlier at face value become garbled and daunting. He starts to see the edges of rational thought being peeled back by the demons lurking in his subconscious, slithering out to tell him that he's foolish and undeserving and will fail.

The sober experience of his darker cognition is fascinating and frightening. He takes a good chunk of time lying there, stunned to his core that he was ever blind enough to fall for this.

"Fuck off," he mutters as he rolls to his side. "I'm gettin' the fuck outta here and on with my life."

The next morning, Dean and Pamela go for a hike like usual. They have coffee, and she sits with him while he smokes.

"You gonna be OK?" he asks.

"What, without you and Megan, the 2.1 twins?"

Dean startles at Pamela's tone and arched brow.

He never meant for anyone, not even Crowley, to hear his and Meg's 2.1 mantras. It was never about their lack of faith in anyone else. It was always about their bond and shared need to hear it from the other one to get them through.

"You're not subtle, either of you," she drolls, shifting her gaze to the woods.

"PB..."

"It's fine, Dean." She peeks back at him. "And, yes, I'll be fine, too. Once I get my ground legs back and earn more trust from my mother-in-law."

"Sammy can help, ya know," Dean reminds her of when Sam visited and heard her case. He told Dean on the spot that he wanted to help her, and Dean wasted no time relaying the message and ensuring Pamela had Sam's phone number and email address.

"He can, legally, and I'll call him." Pamela nods, keeping her eyes on the wooded area just beyond the deck where she and Dean had just walked and laughed. "But Jesse's mom hasn't let me forget for one second how much she doesn't trust me."

Dean doesn't take his eyes off Pamela's trembling profile. "Then make her."

Pamela blinks and inhales a stuttering breath before glancing over at Dean with watery eyes. She sniffles as she accepts Dean's open, outstretched hand to squeeze.

"Thank you," she whispers, letting the tears fall. "I'm gonna miss you, ya little shit."

Dean laughs as he pulls her in for a hug.

At 12:25 PM, Pamela is seated on the desk, arching across the expanse to help Alex pick a dress for her sorority's spring formal, Rowena is explaining to Missouri the plot of the last murder mystery she starred in, and Gabriel is practically gnawing Dean's ear from the side of his head with small-talk.

"Gabe?"

"Yeah, man," Gabe turns to face Dean head-on, cracking his knuckles and bouncing on his toes.

"I'm gonna need you to dial back the Tigger impression by at least five clicks, OK, because I'd like to be somewhat chill when my kid gets here to pick me up."

"Oh! Right. Yes." Gabe salutes Dean before shoving his hands in his pockets and turning back to watch the door. He mutters chill to himself a couple of times before the familiar deep blue BMW rolls up in front of the door.

"Oh, my word, look at that," Rowena marvels as she and Pamela join Dean and Gabe at the door. "The wee lass is all grown up! Ye must be so proud, Dean."

Dean nods. Emma's a gift that he'll work the rest of his life to deserve getting, and he'll always be proud of her. But his heart fumbles over the fact that he missed the milestone of being the one to teach her to drive.

Lydia steps out of the passenger side, waving from the curb.

"Well, go on," Pamela encourages Dean. "Get out there and show 'em what you're made of, Daddy."

Dean's heart swells to near bursting as he hugs everyone goodbye, including Missouri and Alex.

"You take good care of yourself, Dean Winchester," Missouri says with a kind Missouri smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he nods before scanning the faces of his friends and walking out the door into his future.

"How's the Casbah sound?" Lydia asks from the back seat.

Dean loves the Casbah, and Lydia knows that, but he can't answer her; he's too busy watching his baby girl drive a fucking car.

Lydia shifts forward as Emma signals, checks her mirrors, and carefully changes lanes.

"Pretty wild, huh?" she mutters over Dean's shoulder. "Just yesterday, you were teaching her to ride a bike."

Dean huffs a small chuckle and nods his head. "Straight from a trike to a two-wheeler. No trainin’ wheels for my girl."

Emma rolls her eyes over a blush and a sheepish grin. "So. Casbah?"

"Casbah," Dean confirms with a grin of his own, turning his shaded gaze toward the horizon.

"Hi," he starts, glancing around a circle of people of all ages and walks of life. "I'm... Dean. And I'm an alcoholic and addict."

"Hi, Dean," from the crowd.

Dean nods and draws a deep breath, struggling to keep his head up and maintain eye contact with each person. Ugly fears and insecurities threaten his spirit, but he shoos them away.

"I'm 28 days sober, and I feel... good. Went to dinner with my little girl tonight. She and her mom're waitin' for me down the street at the ice cream place."

The strangers in the circle fidget, mumble, and nod. The tension he feels is all about himself and his inability to just blend the fuck in. He knew doing this all over again with a new group of people would be hard. Then, his eyes land on a burly, bearded guy with clear blue eyes and an encouraging smile. He holds the man’s gaze like it’s a life raft.

“I’ve only been out a few hours, so I still have to call and apologize to everyone for fuckin’ up so bad.”

The man nods, shifting forward in interest. The kind of attention the man is giving him might make him feel like a bug under a microscope under other circumstances, but the man’s earnest compassion and engagement serve to embolden Dean.

“The first call’s the biggest, but they’ll all be tough. My buddy — my best friend and former boss — that’s kinda the eye of the storm. I think if I call him first, that’ll help me get through the others.”

It feels good to think out loud and strategize, knowing his audience has been there and done that. Dean’s especially keen to learn where his potential new friend has been.

After the meeting is done, Dean makes his way over to the man in question. There are two other people trying to talk to him, and Dean starts to worry that he’s one of those guys Billie told him about who accepts everyone’s sponsorship request for status or whatever.

“...I know someone I think’ll be a good fit f’you, Sorento. Lemme reach out and see when he might could grab a cuppa coffee.”

“Thanks, Benny. Never thought my sponsor’d fall off the wagon, ya know?”

“I hear ya, brother, and I’m sorry. You take care, and I’ll get right back, ya hear?”

The taller, darker-skinned man nods before backing away, and the other person Dean thought was waiting to talk to Benny follows.

“Hey, Dean.” Benny smiles, extending a hand. “I’m Benny. Glad you could make it tonight.”

Dean nods, accepting Benny’s hand and shaking it. “Thanks, man. I appreciate your support.”

“You’ve got it, brother.”

They chat about the ins and outs of meetings and sobriety for a few minutes until Dean realizes that Emma and Lydia are still waiting for him.

“Well, I gotta go catch up with my daughter, but uh... thanks again.”

Dean shifts his weight, having flashbacks to his teen years and the first time he asked someone out on a date.

“But I was wonderin’ if you were a sponsor to anyone else? Or... if you had room for one more?”

Benny smiles wide and bright. “It’d be an honor, Dean. What’s your number?”

On his first full day outside, at 9 AM, Dean starts dialing numbers.

"Hey, Cas," he pauses to cringe at the tremor in his too-eager voice. "It's uh... it's Dean."

There's a split second of silence, and Dean almost hangs up.

"I know, Dean. I have your contact in my phone with a picture of you and Claire from Thanksgiving."

The memory of that day is bittersweet to Dean for a dozen reasons, not the least of which was Claire's mental health at the time. She'd run away from home less than a week after her mom lost her months-long battle with ovarian cancer. Cas had just gotten Claire back and decided to have a small gathering at their home to celebrate her return.

Claire didn't feel like celebrating.

"He just doesn't understand," Claire whispered through the tears that Dean worked overtime to wipe away.

"Maybe he doesn't understand exactly how you feel, honey, but he does love you."

"Does he even miss her?" Her trembling lip broke Dean's heart all over again.

"I know he misses her. He loved your mom, Claire. So much."

"He's so... happy."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. 'Coz you're home. You're his little girl and his only family. Try to understand that."

"Dean? Are you— are you there?"

Dean jolts from his reverie and shrugs off Cas's matter-of-fact mention of that day lest it gives his demons the upper hand again.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. I'm calling..." Dean takes a deep breath and looks out his kitchen window to watch a couple of squirrels chasing each other through the parking lot.

"Cas, I'm sorry. You're my best friend, and I love and respect you, but I defied your order and endangered the team. I broke at least four laws that day and put you and the department under scrutiny 'coz of my own fucked up mess. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out that I could help myself and that I'm worth helping, and to stop hurting other people."

Cas is quiet for longer this time. Dean yearns to fill the silence or turn back time or run away and hide. Instead, he breathes through it and waits for whatever response Cas gives him because this is sobriety.

"You made it.” Cas’s tone is full of pride and satisfaction.

Dean anticipated 17 scenarios, but this takes him off-guard. Before he can ask what he means, Cas fills in the blank.

"I read about rehab and the likelihood of people making it through their prescribed programs. The statistics are 30%—"

"Yeah, and my group was only seven people, so 30% is 2.1." Dean can't help but chuckle. Cas doesn't know about his and Meg’s joke, but it doesn't matter because Cas is family, and family just gets it.

"Well, apart from the impossibility of the existence of .1 of a human being, it's good to hear your voice, Dean. I missed you."

Dean smiles so wide his face hurts. "Missed you too, man. How's Claire?"

Through Cas's heavy sigh, Dean can hear the smile in his voice. "Claire is Claire. She missed you as well. Once you're settled, we want you to come over for dinner."

Cas doesn't rebuke Dean. He doesn't rehash the past. He doesn't tell Dean he can't come back to work — because Cas knows that Dean already knows all of that, and neither of them has time for anything but catching up and reconnecting.

"I'd love it," Dean replies. "Thank you. For accepting my apology and letting me say what I needed."

"Always. I knew you'd make it and that our relationship would endure another shift. We will always be friends, Dean."

After his call with Cas, Dean calls Bobby and Ellen. They're less gracious than Cas with their acceptance, which doesn't surprise Dean.

"You were supposed to protect your team, Dean, not put them in danger!"

Dean doesn’t argue, and he doesn’t make excuses. He listens to Ellen yell and damn him to Hell until she’s crying so hard that Bobby takes the phone away from her.

As Ellen’s sobs fade in the distance, Bobby speaks. “How you holdin’ up, boy?”

“I’m good, Bobby. Thanks for takin’ my call.”

“Never wouldn’t,” Bobby answers. “Stay strong, kid. We both love ya; she just needs some time.”

“I love you, too, Bobby — both of ya.”

Jo flat-out blocks his call. Her resistance surprises him even less than her mother’s ire. He won’t give up on Jo, no matter how hard she makes it for him. He knows deep down that she hasn’t given up on him either.

Casey’s gasp is her answer.

“Case.”

“You OK?”

“I am. Now.”

He lets the memories of her soft, dark eyes and gentle, capable hands loving him more than he could bear carry him through the call.

“I’m sorry, Case. I hurt you so many times, and I never made it easy to be with me. You’re a beautiful, beautiful woman, whip fuckin’ smart, and so good.”

“We’ve been over this, Dean...”

Dean doesn’t cut in where she’s left a vacancy. He won’t take advantage of her anymore. He waits for her to pick up her thoughts. He wants her to say what she means.

And she does.

“Dean, I... I’ll never regret you or resent you.”

After a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and Dean knows she’s crying.

He calls Victor, Nick, and Zeke, each awkward, compulsory, and hostile, respectively, but being uncomfortable is Dean’s new normal. And, for some reason, he kind of digs it. So, he’ll continue to make amends, no matter how it makes him feel.

After a week outside, Dean and Meg finally find a hiking trail they like and a coffee place they love before hitting the Lowe's Garden Center.

“Is this a joke?” Meg pokes at the limp lavender plant with indignation. “I can’t even believe they have this out for sale.”

“What do you care? We’re not here for lavender.”

Dean wanders a few paces down the aisle. He’s never tended a plant in his life, so he researched and decided on a spider plant to start.

“Maybe I’m here for lavender.” Meg continues to inspect the small section of drooping topiaries.

Dean stops and glares at her over his shoulder. “You told me you wanted a buncha succulents. You said you wanted a ‘cool little terrarium’ or some shit.”

“Maybe I decided to also get lavender.” Meg shrugs, lifting one of the pathetic florals.

“Now that you’ve seen the stellar selection of lavender?” Dean arches a brow.

“Maybe I want a challenge,” she mutters, squatting with one plant to compare it to another.

“Maybe, maybe, maybe...” Dean rolls his eyes and turns smack into Castiel.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Cas!” Dean takes a step back, gripping Cas’s shoulders. He can’t believe his luck at seeing him while he’s with Meg.

“Hey, this is my friend, Meg.”

He motions to Meg, who is now sitting cross-legged on the ground with three dead plants in front of her.

“Meg..." Dean snaps her to attention. "This is Cas.”

Meg blinks up at the men from where she sits on the ground.

“Well. Hello, Cas.”

She abandons her brief fascination to stand up and swipe her jeans and hands clean before shaking Castiel’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The fire chief looks adorably confused as usual, as he takes her hand in his. “And I have heard nothing about you.”

Meg side-eyes Dean, and he almost laughs out loud. She’ll drag him later for not telling Castiel about her, but the only reason he didn’t was to let her show him herself.

“Whatcha here for, Cas?” Dean watches his friends reluctantly release each other’s grip.

“Tomato plants and strawberry plants. You know how much sun our side patio gets.”

Dean nods. Before he can reply, his phone buzzes with a text. It’s the notification he set for Pamela, and his gaze darts to Meg, who’s pulling her own phone from her back pocket.

“Hang on, Cas — got a message I need to look at.” Dean pulls his phone from his pocket. When he looks down, his world tilts.

Jack’s back.

“Fuck,” Dean mutters with a sigh before snagging Meg’s worried gaze.

“I take it you’ve received bad news?” Cas asks.

“Well, it ain’t good,” Dean replies, pocketing his phone. “Dinner Thursday?”

“Yes. Claire wants dumplings. I’ve had two failed trial runs making them, so it could be an... interesting meal.”

Meg snorts at Dean’s side, drawing his attention. “Cas’s a terrible cook.”

“No shit?” Meg exaggerates with her hands on her hips.

“I need to go — get the plants and ingredients for tonight’s test.”

Meg stifles a cackle, and Dean hip-checks her. “OK, well, lemme know if I can help with the dumplings, Cas.”

They say their goodbyes, and barely before Castiel is out of earshot, Meg starts in.

"You didn't tell me your 'weird little friend Cas' was hot, Dean."

Dean chuckles and rolls his eyes. "I thought it was implied when I said you'd like him, Megan. Just gather your sad little flowers so we can go."

“Meh, I want succulents.”

Dean spends the entire rest day bashing himself for waiting to call Jack. He wanted to give the kid space. He wanted to respect him, and... fuck, he can’t save everyone.

He calls Benny so he doesn’t drag Meg down his rabbit hole.

“Whaddaya want outta this, Dean? To call the kid and gloat?” Benny asks.

Dean cringes. “Is that what it sounds like?”

“Little bit.”

“Man, I’m not tryna be a martyr here; he’s a kid!” Dean really believes what he’s saying just as much as he tries to see what Benny sees.

“He’s a kid, but he ain’t yours, and he ain’t you. Remember your boundaries and your goals.”

Benny’s right, and Dean’s reminded of why he chose him to be his sponsor.

“Thanks, Benny. Thanks for takin’ my call, and thanks for being a great sponsor.”

That night, Dean stumbles across something online that stuns him for a second. It’s labeled as Cute Gryphon Sparkle Meme. It’s a greyscale drawing of a cartoon gryphon with a sort of paint-by-number chart of how to color it based on your own interpretation of the instructions like “the color that best describes ‘cute’” and “the color that first comes to your head”.

Dean shares the link with Jack, hoping he gets his phone back soon so he can appreciate just how cute it is.

One month, eight hikes with Meg, and three trips to the garden center for more plants (because Dean has now decided that he fucking loves plants) later, a familiar, feminine voice jolts Dean from his reverie in the produce section.

“Dean?”

He turns from where he’s filling his hand cart with all he needs for the guacamole he’s bringing to Sam and Jess’s tomorrow to find Tessa Porter.

“Tessa!” Dean smiles easily at her smile and how she moves closer to him without hesitation.

She’s fresh-faced, her hair’s in a ponytail, and she’s wearing workout clothes. Dean drops three good-sized avocados into his basket and turns his back on the vegetables to focus on the woman facing him.

“You look great, Dean. How’ve you been?”

“Thanks! You just come from the gym? You look great, too. Not at all like you just worked out or anything, but fit. Like healthy. And glowing.”

He bites his tongue to stop from shoving his foot down his gullet.

Tessa grins and chuckles quietly, peeking into his basket. “Yoga class. Making some guac?”

Dean draws a breath and nods, looking down at his ingredients. “Yeah. My brother requested it for a cookout tomorrow. He says I make the best guac in three counties.”

Tessa tilts her head and purses her lips. “Hmm. I’ll have to try it sometime.”

She snags Dean’s gaze, and he’s suddenly out of breath.

Does she know what he did? Is she hitting on him? Have her eyes always been that color?

“Yeah. I’d uh... I’d like to make it for you sometime.”

Dean swears her irises change color as they stand there — honey to jade to turquoise to cerulean.

After a few beats, Tessa raises her eyebrows. “Are you going to ask me for my number?”

Dean blinks then chuckles, shaking his head. “I gotta ask somethin' else first — you know about rehab, right?”

Tessa nods. “I know. And I know you aren’t supposed to date right away, but... I’d like to be friends. If that’s OK? I’ve missed seeing you around, Dean.”

“Friends,” he echoes skeptically.

He and Tessa never discussed dating before because it would have been against department policy, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with her every chance he had. Still, they had a genuine connection — which is the real reason, even in Dean’s most reckless state, that he never crossed a line with her.

Tessa nods again. “For now — friends. Think you can handle that?”

Dean holds her soft, kaleidoscope gaze for a moment before shifting his basket to his other arm and reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“Here.” He hands his unlocked phone to Tessa. “I would very much like it if you’d add yourself to my contacts so I can call ya sometime.”

Tessa grins again as she accepts the proffered device to quickly input her name and number. She flicks her eyes to his again as she hands him back his phone.

“I look forward to hearing from you. See you soon, Dean.”

Tessa looks him up and down before turning on her heel and sauntering away.

Dean’s eyes drop to the sway of her hips, and he shakes his head.

“Hate sayin’ g’bye but love watchin’ her walk away,” he mutters under his breath with a hearty chuckle before heading to the aisle with chips and crackers, stifling the urge to Leprechaun kick next to the bananas.

Fifty-eight days sober feels pretty damn good.

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Disclaimer: I do not practice tarot reading, nor can I interpret the real session. Just an amateur who loves Rusty Lake, wasted potential of Emma and Ida as the sensible characters in their own game. Tarot-related topics I know, and what got me hooked is watching one particular vtuber and searching for information on wild sides of the internet.

Please, if any information is gone/written/interpreted wrong, leave a comment so I know which thing.

On the sunny summer day, Emma was in a hurry to leave the house. A large shadow consumes a small tent in the yard. Her new relative-in-law residence, beside the room shared with the husband. Ida came back suddenly as she carved herself into the heart of Emma's older brother. Years prior, a redhead woman stayed in the yard, made a tarot reading session, and vanished. Tent raised their pointy head months later after marriage back in a cold winter day. She did make it back home. Not alone, but with a boy in her belly. A little younger than Emma's lost son. Leonard inherited his father's warm smile and the same body physique as Samuel back in the days. Nothing from his mother, not a little thing. Ida's beautiful dark ginger curly hair and shiny dark eyes, her elegance, are all completely swallowed by Samuel's image.

Marriage comes naturally when two whipping-for-comfort souls make a pact. What could Emma possibly know on topics related to newlywed happiness? Brief childhood ended when growing stomach day by day made her afraid. What if this out-of-the-blue child will grow into something horrible? Blur moments of the creation Emma's can't put it together. One moment, flower breeding turns her the one who got bred. Truly, a strange turn of the events.

Motherhood lasted a few wonderful years, and yet, here she is looking on a rapidly growing boy. Nephew of hers, sunny boy. Wonder, delight to poor old granny, to murky aunt, to isolated cold uncle. Sunny Delight loudly reciting voodoo knowledge in mother's tent. Emma rushes away from the giant side of the house. The atmosphere inside slowly strangling her year by year. After bearing a child, she most certainly saw a figure in the house's walls. In the windows by night, and lingering presence of the unnatural shadowy projections.

Shoes of the young lady clicking all the way to the tent. Pale, sickly hand removes tent's canopy. Air full of sweet aroma smoothly fills her nostrils. A loud sneeze breaks the boy's cheerful voice. He and his mother, Ida, waiting on Emma to speak. Voodoo dolls lying on the table between them. One torn apart, another sewn in the belly. Emma slightly disgusted by this. She knows enough to avoid them. Piece of you on it, and this doll can be used for awful deeds.

"What's wrong?" Ida's smooth voice slightly broken by accent. Leonard also asks how aunt is feeling herself on this beautiful sunny day. Emma cringes.

Fault doesn't lay on his shoulders on behalf of his relative disappearance. Shameful guilt eats Emma alive seconds, minutes, and hours as Leonard shapes into a young man. How glad is she to know that despite all the mythical, magical, whatever-you-call-it, inheritance hasn't made his mother learn mind reading, besides crystal ball and cards. Then, Emma would perish; second, Ida learns the truth behind gloomy eyes, carefully watching Leonard's steps.

"Nothing, everything is fine. I came to see how you two are doing today." her own voice broken by crippling sadness of mourning.

Still, Ida's shiny dark eyes taking her moment by moment as Romani woman continuing teaching son magic things. Leonard, the smart little boy, smiles at how Ida pats him on the head at every right answer. Dolls still laying there on the table. Seems it Ida doesn't trust touching, rather guiding on how they were used in old rituals.

"Son, go now." Sweet aroma messing with sleepy brain. Emma yawns. "I need to discuss an important matter with your aunt."

Leonard leaves. Before, he smiles once again at two women. Noisy steps of the only child in the Vanderboom estate faintly signaling his departure. An unwanted frown appears on Emma's face. She rubs her forehead. Tiny web of the wrinkles slowly taking over. Young. She once again needed to know how young and how grief was toying with her body. Bony arms, pale skin, constant lines on each side of the mouth, hair put up in order to look presentable, and voice. Oh, god. Her voice is so unpleasantly scratchy.

"Sit here." Ida tosses cards. The table is empty, and she is waiting for the arrival of the distressed guest. As Emma sits comfortably, Ida shuffles the card deck. Dolls securely packed in the box right behind the redhead fortuneteller.

"Thank you. Little Leonard, a wonderful child. Still, is it safe to teach kids these things?"

"No. Under my guidance, he is safe as long as he is not interacting directly."

"If you say so."

Silence lays as Ida shuffles an old pack of the cards. Drawings made in old style, perhaps even older than the first owners of the house nearby Lake. She patiently waits, while the woman with the dark ginger curls mutters a mantra under her nose. Twilight in the tent slightly torn by the flickering light of a burnt candle. Sweet aroma lulling Emma into a dreamscape. Rowdy bang sound made by card deck breaks syrupy-coated illusion. Three cards lying right in front of Emma and one. Ida, with a surprised face, catches the extra right after it falls on the table.

"Interesting." Ida murmurs. Dark eyes flickering between cards on the table and one that had fallen down. Four in total. "Self-reflection? Son?"

"Yes."

To be precise, Emma doesn't need help from another side. She is perfectly fine with searching for her own son. Somewhere, her baby Frank also feeling scared. A mother's duty is to avoid all possible distress falling into a child's hands. What should a mother do if the son is far away? Not receiving vague future reading. Still, Emma patiently nods. Fingers gripping tightly on the fabric of the dress. Numbness, awful tickling sensation in them doesn't draw her attention. Guilt, her usual friend, once again eating, soaked in never-ending sadness, head.

Air inside filled with aroma, and the outside of a tent is slightly chillier. Cold breeze are making her spine shiver. Dead arms of the magic taking Ida right now as the helpless puppet. Small light casting shadow behind redhead woman. Or is it simply Emma's imagination playing tricks? Connection with a child made without man defiantly falls into category "supernatural, otherworldly deities". Simple idea of the plastic dictating her whole life choices child's play on contrast of a Frank's birth.

Ida turns over the first card. In the picture, a man is pinned by sharp swords. He lay there, motionless. Ida hums, then another card lays beside the image up. Another man in the picture struggling to hold a bunch. Emma can't quite tell what he is holding. Sticks? Huge, nicely shaped sticks?

Ida's serious expression is everything she needs to know: Not right. Bad omen. Mouth slightly open and half-squinted eyes. Longing, hopefulness, and sweet feelings fade out as Ida takes shaking hands in her warm embrace. Emma sniffs. Something tells her the next line is going to be awful.

Deep down, she knew.

"I'm so sorry." Ida let's go one hand to address what meaning is in the combination. "Ten of swords is a sign of the ending, hitting rock-bottom, Emma. You're done. And ten of wands telling of how much sorrow you are taking on shoulders. These two combined are not a pretty couple usually. In some way they can bring rebirth, a chance to start a new."

Emma backs away. Apologetic sparks in Ida's eyes can tell hope is still there, somewhere. On what cost start new? Giving up on abandoning all her powers in search of a dear-to-heart son? No, as the mother she would never do that. Emma bites tongue. Wishing nightmares doesn't do best to future reader person. Ida but a messenger in between. Who also happens to be an earth guardian of the young Leonard. Closest one.

Popped on her own card shows the face of a moon. Next to the struggling man and dead man pinned to the ground, she is looking way out of the picture. The fourth card hides under cover next to revealed neighbors. Death or the Devil can be there. Lack of knowledge and intuition is something Emma bets on an unknown card.

"Moon may show that you caught in someone's tricking nature. Secrets be reviled under her gray light." The moon on the picture looks at land far away from. Starry sky captured Emma's tired mind, and yet Moon carved an empty spot next to them. "Moon guides your both sides. To heal and mourn, to confront. Face your fears, Emma."

Next card frightens her. Man upside down, all alone, hanging on a tightrope. The man in the picture is too serene, playfully snickering. Not Death, nor Devil. Unknown scares more than the ugly face of the death or devil.

"He and Moon's gaze may ascend your spiritual way. Growth is important, so is healing. Lead unnatural forces show signs, Emma. Frank will maybe be spared by a higher force if only you gave your will to them." Ida's voice laced with adoration to an unnatural invisible force.

"You're talking nonsense, Ida." Higher powers gave her precious son and so easily took him. Is it time to trust again? After countless tries, she doesn't know. Giving up on everything is a way she's not afraid to take. If only this choice gave her a chance to obtain Frank again into her arms. See how he looks at her, talks, and laughs.

"No. See the Moon and The Hanged Man telling you to trust in spiritual growth. Shying away from supernatural higher beings will not uncover hidden evil and give clear signs to what and who is deceiving you." Card's silent shuffle, shuddering her insides, as Ida calmly talks about higher mysticism. "With wands and swords, a The Hanged Man tells you to step back, release the unnecessary, and seek help beyond yourself, Emma"

"How much picture could change message." Emma thinks carefully before resuming. "If instead of a The Hanged Man there was the Devil or Death? Are they bad omens?"

To her surprise, Ida lightly chuckles. White teeth became visible to frustrated Emma. Fortuneteller takes two cards from the deck. One with a red-skinned devil and another with a horseman skeleton. Red manicured fingers tap on devil.

"With the wands and swords, the Devil is still telling you to let go of the heavy burden you carry. The grim end is near; that is true, and yet you still can change fate. The Moon combined with him enforcing a spiritual growth, self-reflect." Warmth in Ida's tone made Vanderboom's blond woman flutter, solely for a second.

Devil returns back to the deck. Skeleton horseman, after hearing so many praises, perhaps, also not the bringer of the bad luck? Red manicured fingers tap on Skeleton's heavy gray helmet.

"Scary on the first sight, things may bring good news" Ida smiling: "Death combined with wands and swords has the same message of letting go, receiving help from above, and positive reflection of your life choices. Death also can provide a new cycle, the end of the past one and the road to the new. Moon with him doesn't disagree. All signs clearly picturing a past to self-reflect, road to new without the heavy weight of the past burden."

"Thank you, Ida." Emma is smiling. Not in degree as how redhead fortuneteller. Frank may be far away, not right here beside. Despite all, she feels closer to him than she ever felt after all those years of fruitless searching. Whenever elegant, soft palm, she's holding, perhaps, doesn't belong to the small brown-haired boy in the round glasses at all. Nevertheless discarding all the weight she put on in a kind of a black mourning robe.

Five years is such a long time. By this moment he has reached the eleven-year point mark. As if deities under whom Vanderboom's living would allow her to easily part with growing sorrows. Sick mind whispering her thoughts of the bad nature, leading to eventually a gruesome end. Unknown deities hide in plain sight. The fortuneteller Ida Reiziger blind to see signs. Emma is sure this beautiful woman will meet her end as gruesome as the rest of the Vanderbooms previously met.

Under a compassionate gaze, tired Emma raises the tent's curtain. Fresh breezes are clearing fog by sweet aroma. Goodbye to Ida seems hollow. Voice with an accent of the new relative by marriage sends Emma to a merry, light way.

Four images circling at the back of her blond head as she takes her seat opposite the yard where the tent is. Yesterday, she had a thought of creating a picture. Canvas, tools, all that left. Brush, color by color. Letter to Frank securely waits for him. Torn apart by higher deities, to meet him again someday in the starry night sky. Clear as now, but much darker. Ida may follow her visions of the bright future and may even escape the cruel plan for every Vanderboom of this house.

Emma painting her last picture. Letter on its own way, and she's ready to depart.

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#rusty lake #rusty lake roots

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Hello buggy! I saw your reblog about the depeche mode title and your usersame. I recognized some time ago you have an very interesting and unique music taste. So what are your all the time favorite songs from any band/singer? Would love to listen to some new stuff specifically when it's reminding me of you

Hope you're okay and have a kind festive time my friend ❤️✨

- 🫘 🤍 🐞

hi beanie baby! i've been missing ya! i thought i sent you an ask recently, maybe tumblr ate it? in any case, i've been thinking of you and it's lovely to hear from you ♡ wishing you a happy holiday season as well, gorgeous!!

this is a long list lol

Alkaline Trio - Radio, Blood, Hair, and Eyeballs, Calling all Skeletons

Alt-J - Matilda, Taro, Left Hand Free, Something Good

Amy Winehouse - In My Bed, You Sent Me Flying, He Can Only Hold Her, Addicted

Arctic Monkeys - 505, Snap Out Of It, No. 1 Party Anthem, Crying Lightning, Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You, Too Much To Ask, Four Out Of Five

Bauhaus - All We Ever Wanted Was Everything, Kick in the Eye

Beck - Lost Cause, Gamma Ray, Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime, Que' Onda Guero, Go It Alone, Paper Tiger

Beyoncé - Don't Hurt Yourself (ft. Jack White), Heated

Blue October - Into The Ocean

Bon Iver - For Emma, Re: Stacks, Holocene

Cage The Elephant - Spiderhead, Black Madonna

The Church - Under the Milky Way, Reptile

Cocteau Twins - Sea, Swallow Me, Lorelei, Pearly-Dewdrops' Drops

Deftones - Sextape, Change, Xerces, Minerva

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence, Policy of Truth, World In My Eyes, Dangerous, Rush, In Your Room, Higher Love, A Pain That I'm Used To, The Things You Said, Behind The Wheel, Sacred, pretty much the whole discography lol

Elliot Smith - Waltz #2, Needle In The Hay

Father John Misty - Being You, Mahashmashana, The Palace, God's Favorite Customer, The Songwriter, Pure Comedy, Strange Encounter, Bored In The USA (another one where I love his whole discography)

Fiona Apple - Valentine, Get Gone, A Mistake, Slow Like Honey

Flatsound - By Your Side, If We Could Just Pretend, You Wrote 'Don't Forget' On Your Arm, Learning To Hate You As A Self Defense Mechanism

Flight of the Conchords - whole discography.

Frank Iero - She's the Prettiest Girl at the Party, and She Can Prove It with a Solid Right Hook, Oceans, They Wanted Darkness... , Miss Me

Hole - Doll Parts, Jennifer's Body, Softer, Softest, Petals, Malibu

Hooverphonic - Mad About You, Vinegar & Salt, 2 Wicky

Imogen Heap - Headlock, Loose Ends

Interpol - Evil, Slow Hands, Obstacle 1, Stella was a diver and she was always down, The New

Kali Uchis - After The Storm (ft. Tyler, The Creator), Feel Like A Fool, Melting, Ridin' Round

Kent - 747 (We Ran Out Of Time)

The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It, All These Things That I've Done, Midnight Show, When You Were Young, For Reasons Unknown, Read My Mind, Bones, This River Is Wild, Losing Touch, Spaceman, Joyride, Out Of My Mind, Run For Cover, The Man

Lady Gaga - Venus, aRTPOP, Summerboy

Lana Del Rey - Ride, Black Beauty, Florida Kilos, Venice Bitch, How to disappear, Get Free, Cherry, another artist whose whole discography I love

LCD Soundsystem - Tribulations, X-Ray Eyes, I Can Change, All My Friends, Dance Yrself Clean, New York, I Love You but You're Bringing Me Down, Sound of Silver

London After Midnight - Sacrifice

Mac DeMarco - Heart to Heart, My Kind of Woman, Moonlight on the River, Chamber OF Reflection

Mastodon - Asleep in the Deep, High Road

Mazzy Star - Look on Down From The Bridge, Quiet, The Winter Harbor, Fade Into You, Halah, Five String Seranade

Milky Chance - Cocoon, Flashed Junk Mind, Stolen Dance, Down By The River

Miami - Your Best American Girl, Class of 2013, I Bet On Losing Dogs, Francis Forever, First Love/Late Spring

Modest Mouse - King Rat, Bukowski, Dramamine, Lampshades on Fire, Missed the Boat - love the whole discography

Muse - Plug In Baby, Sunburn, Muscle Museum, Darkshines, Megalomania, Time Is Running Out

My Chemical Romance - Demolition Lovers, Early Sunsets Over Monroeville, Cemetery Drive, It’s Not a Fashion Statement, it’s a Fucking Deathwish, I Never Told You What I Do For a Living, I Don’t Love You, Cancer, Mama, Disenchanted, Summertime, The Kids From Yesterday - MCR IS ALL BANGERS

Nick Drake - Pink Moon, One of These Things First, Place To Be

Nirvana - Endless, Nameless, Something In The Way, Rape Me, Love Buzz, Heart-Shaped Box

Paramore - Idle Worship, All I Wanted, Decode, Caught In The Middle

Pixies - Gouge Away, Is She Weird, Velouria, Monkey Gone To Heaven, Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf)

PJ Harvey - This Mess We’re In (ft. Thom Yorke), Down By The Water

Placebo - Come Home, Lady Of The Flowers, Bionic, Bruise Pristine, My Sweet Prince, Burger Queen, Pierrot the Clown, Follow The Cops Back Home, Space Monkey, Slackerbitch, Eyesight To The Blind, Bosco

Portishead - Roads, Sour Times, Glorybox

Prince - 17 Days, Erotic City, Little Red Corvette

Radiohead - Paranoid Android, Let Down, A Wolf At The Door, Myxomatosis, Scatterbrain, 2+2=5, Decks Dark, Talk Show Host - I love everything Radiohead.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dark Necessities, The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie, Under The Bridge

The Revivalists - Amber, Wish I Knew You, It Was A Sin, Need You

Sade - No Ordinary Love, Like A Tattoo, By Your Side, Hang On To Your Love, Still in Love with You

Salt-N-Pepa - None Of Your Business

Slowdive - When The Sun Hits

The Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonnaise, Luna, Today, Drown, 1979

The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain, Well I Wonder, Asleep, I Know It’s Over, Frankly, Mr. Shankly - all bangers, unfortunately.

Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place, Psycho Killer, Once In A Lifetime, Burning Down The House

Violent Femmes - Color Me Once, Kiss Off, American Music

Weezer - Island In The Sun, Perfect Situation, Hash Pipe, The Blue Album, Pinkerton, The White Album, The Teal Album.

The White Stripes - Blue Orchid, Ball and Biscuit, Hotel Yorba, The Union Forever, The Denial Twist

Young The Giant - I Got, Strings, Cough Syrup, Mind Over Matter, Daydreamer, Amerika, Something To Believe In, Silvertongue, Superpostion, Tightrope

#beanie x buggy #🫘🤍🐞#music

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ladystrallan · 1 year ago

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Once Upon a Time season 6B thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- Ooh Ruth pulling the knife

- I was wondering for a second where snow was

- I forgot she was cursed

- Dad???

- “If I wanted advice I doubt I’d take it from a pirate” low blow

- Omg the coin

- “That demon box” not the alarm clock

- Robin coming back is so stupid I can’t believe it

- Hook is going to propose!!!

- The ring is not that fabulous though

- Daddy issues David

- His lucky coin :(

- Yikes Robin

- Aw he did the deal pro bono :(

- Rumple… what a softie

- “The hearts of my enemies” why do you still have those???

- I don’t even care that they’re kissing this is just stupid

- Not them spinning around

- Pleasure Island!!!

- Omg Pinocchio

- “I’m also your father” ok strange man I’ve never met

- Knife fight

- Sad moment for David

- Great acting though

- Awww this is cute

- Omg hook killed david’s dad!!!

- Noooo this is not good

- ‘The first ogres war’ so there’s multiple???

- They need to trip them or something

- Not the wilhelm scream lol

- Slayyyyyy Rumple

- Ogre war redemption arc

- No bae :(

- #bullying

- Rumple :(

- Bae I thought you wanted him to be good

- Giving mixed signals here

- Omg he memory erased him so he wouldn’t turn dark

- Awwww this is so cute

- They’re engaged!

- I am so sick of the EQ just go away

- “I sleep in hay! … which is on dirt” lol

- Oh no

- Emma is really good at finding out things before hook can tell her

- Not the ring coming off…

- I bet the arrow is gonna point at her

- They’re going to sword fight???

- I knew it

- Are they just twins now or what?

- This is stupid

- I thought Regina couldn’t use that wand

- Plot hole alert

- I completely forgot about this

- Oh no

- Gideon no

- Can they not stop the submarine once it goes?

- Kraken hunting time!

- Aladdin and jasmine are back!

- Did he just make him into a sceptre???

- No one remembers achmed I guess

- CGI is looking a little rough

- What is this outfit Regina???

- Ariel! Love her

- That magic carpet cgi… bad

- Drunk snow lol

- Omg it was Jafar!

- “I can see my hovel from here” why does everyone have a hovel in this show???

- Awwwww captainswan

- Of course it was Gideon

- Ok kill the black fairy is not a bad thing to do

- Not the minor miners

- Ooh spooky intro

- Slay

- Nothing beats a good left hook

- “I’m your real mother” okay grandma (literally)

- Is rumbelle back together???

- Yasssss

- Omg Henry is possessed

- “Let’s get my pirate back” awwwww

- Omg I hate this ugly cgi spider

- Nooooo it was Roderick

- Omg not Isaac

- He’s so creepy

- Gideon what the fuck

- Ooh the lost boys are back

- Lots of returning people this season

- I wish hades would return :(

- Rumple slayyyyy

- Why do her guards look like they’re from Star Wars?

- Nooooo she killed Roderick

- “This is on you, Gideon. And my boot.” Good line

- Omg she has his heart

- “Dark one junior” lol

- PTA meeting is getting intense

- RUMBELLE

- Omg she got through!!!

- She has such Coraline other mother vibes

- Lol peace out loser

- Omg tiger lily

- Omg underworld reference??? The flower growing in the crack

- Nice to see long hair rumple again

- Emma’s name was his curse break thingy!!!

- They’re going to burn him at the stake???

- Awwwww this is so cute

- Slay Leroy

- Get a room

- Omg they’re all asleep

- Oh good not for long

- Ooh zelena in the recap

- “Why don’t you practice on my axe” omg

- This is the tin man I know it

- Ooh you’re looking for trouble touching zelena’s baby

- Yikes captainswan keep it PG

- “Am I interrupting something?” Omg

- Omg is that the bassinet that Zelena was abandoned in?

- We love a girlboss that takes things into her own hands

- “I sacrificed hades for you” that was a mistake

- But seriously Regina is not one bit grateful for what Zelena did for her, give up her true love to save her life

- At a time when Regina had Henry and was friends with the Charmings and Zelena had no one

- And Regina even BLAMES her for Robin’s death

- Robin had it coming but that’s another thing

- Snow’s date with Whale…

- Slay zelena

- Like a lion could take her… let’s be real

- “Go back to Oz” LOW BLOW

- That was so unwarranted

- Maybe if you guys weren’t so awful to Zelena then she wouldn’t fall into those traps

- That is so selfless to give up her magic to help everyone

- She is amazing

- That apology is long overdue

- Omg not Malcom

- That pathetic little man

- Baby rumple!

- The perfect name? How did you end up with Rumplestiltskin?

- Omg Rumple was supposed to be the saviour! (I remembered that)

- Rumple smash!

- At least there was no glass involved

- OMG ITS THE BLACK FAIRY!!!

- AND GIDEON!!!

- Where did Regina get a green car?

- ZELENA HIT HER WITH THE CAR

- SLAYYYYYY

- Zelena 1, black fairy 0

- Twist!!!

- She is the evil omg

- “I need my power” Rumple really had no chance

- Nooo he named him that because he hated him

- Something is suspicious

- Awwww he asked Henry to be his best man

- I knew rumple was up to something

- Why is he doing this???

- I love this episode!

- I know a lot of people don’t like it but I think it makes so much sense for this show to have a musical episode

- Like the Disney movies are musicals

- And the songs slap

- Ooh slay intro

- Omg it’s just so good!!!

- Everyone is amazing but josh dallas has a great voice

- Ooh that neck brake choreo

- I’m not a Regina fan but I have to admit she slayed

- Lana did a great job

- “You’ve come to say goodbye” nooooo

- This is so sad

- Killian’s song might be my second favourite

- It just fits him so well and Colin slayed

- Poison dart!!!

- They should have brought Hades back for this episode

- Greg was in the obc of Assassins

- Rumple should have gotten a song tbh

- Zelena slays so hard!!!

- Wicked always wins is the best song

- Although they should have made a wicked reference

- Rebecca Mader is so awesome

- Rumple why are you being evil???

- It is a little silly that their plan is just sing at her

- Not Henry tossing the book

- That was kinda funny

- Slayyyy

- I love how her song is the OUAT theme

- Captainswan is so cute

- Their vows!!!

- I love happy beginning such a good closing number

- This is so beautiful

- “The black fairy’s curse, it’s here!” Slay Leroy we love an iconic line

- Awwww season 1 recap

- You know what I miss?

- THERE IS A TOWN IN MAINE

- Omg this is older Henry

- Oooh curse again

- Archie: Henry, I think you’re crazy

- Not Emma in the mental hospital

- Not Fiona being the new mayor!!!

- How many sons is she going to try and kidnap???

- Gold & Sons that’s kinda cute

- Lost their mother??? What happened to belle???

- Pull ups in the mental hospital lol

- I love a good hook and david team up

- “We fought for our love and we won” awwwww

- “She said she was going to the store and she never came back” noooo

- Deadbeat belle…

- Omg not the EQ

- Awwww he called Killian his son

- “Hmmm. Merlot” LOL

- A dragon… is that maleficent?

- NOT THE BADLY PHOTOSHOPPED PICTURES OF BELLE TRAVELLING

- I CANT OMG

- Rumple please tell me you don’t believe this

- Not the falling video

- Omg no don’t burn the book

- I can’t believe she did that

- “Hello there, mummy” KILLIAN

- Omg that is so funny

- She came back!!!

- Slayyy rumple

- Noooo tempting him with Bae

- “All magic comes with a price” slayyyyy

- Omg dead

- Lol slay Henry

- “Some honeymoon, huh?” Lol I love them

- Omg charming swearing now you know it’s serious

- Not his dark one self convincing him

- Yasssss Rumple character development

- Noooo he resisted but it didn’t work

- Wtf

- Omg gideon is a baby again

- A little weird but ok

- Awwwww rumbelle

- Of course Robin proposed gotta do that fan service

- And in the tackiest way too

- OMG RUMBELLE

- THEY ARE ADORABLE

- Awww this is so cute

- Everyone got their happy ending

- Honestly a perfect finale

- Idk if I’m gonna watch season 7 because I remember hating it and this is such a perfect ending

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Zelena, Emma, Hook

Like: Rumple, Belle, David, Jasmine, Ariel

Neutral: Henry, Snow, Gideon, Fiona (she’s camp idk), Aladdin, Regina

Dislike:

Hate:

I honestly can’t hate anyone this season

Season rating: 9/10

Not my favourite season but actually a really solid ending to an amazing show. Some of it was dumb but a lot of it was awesome. I loved the musical episode and the finale! Tbh it should have ended here.

#ouat thoughts #once upon a time season 6 #once upon a time #ouat season 6 #ouat season 6b #once upon a time season 6b #emma swan #killian jones #captain swan #regina mills #zelena mills #zelena ouat #henry mills #ouat rumple #rumplestiltskin #rumbelle #the song in your heart

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