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lilyharvord · 4 years ago

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The Chain (Part 9)

Thank you to everyone for being so patient with my update for this fic. I’m officially done with my first semester of graduate school and since I’m on break, I want to try and post as many chapters as possible to get as close to finishing this as possible. We’re time jumping after this by the way everyone. It’s about time we kicked it up a few notches and got to the meat and bones of this fic.

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Find the rest of the fic here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8

Enjoy everyone (:

(/Mare/)

When I run from my lesson with Julian, it feels fake and I wonder if he even buys into it. I have far too much control over my ability now, and it is hard to fake going out of control. Still, the rain feels good on my face when I finally find a balcony. I couldn’t care less about the paint that is most likely being washed away. I tilt my head back and inhale, letting the rain drench my hair. Today is just a bad day, and it is only set to get worse.

The rain is warm as if washes over my face. I wish it were cold. I’ve felt too much lately. I want to be numb for a few minutes.

Thunder rumbles in the distance. A moment later, the air changes as another bolt of lightning prepares to races across the sky. The storm is right overhead. I miss the electricons more than anything as the pressure escalates around me.

We’d go storm chasing on a day like today to hunt down the elusive bolts of lightning so that we could harness them ourselves. Harnessing natural storms is like wrestling with my brothers when I was little. It’s pulling against an impossible force, but the power that roars through my veins when I manage to get what I want out of it is exhilarating.

Gripping the banister, I inhale the smell of ozone and open my eyes to watch the flash of white as it shoots across the sky. Change, lightning is change. Storms come and wash away the old to bring new, brighter things behind it. Tyton had taught me that. Ella taught me it could be elegant. Rafe taught me it was beauty. I taught them it could bend but never break.

A hand closes around my arm and I almost yelp at the freezing touch. Two Sentinels stand over me. They must have followed me out here and given me a careful berth until they were certain I wouldn’t electrocute them.

“My lady,” One of them growls, his grey eyes like dirty snow. Probably a Gillican judging by his touch. He’s twice my size, but nowhere near as powerful. I still hate the sight of them.

“Let go.” I insist as I tug my arm. But he grips me tighter and steel panic laces through my bones. They had found me before, but who knows why they have come looking for me now. Has Elara decided to make a move? Has she found something out?

Tugging against him, I bring my other hand up to grab his wrist and shock him into letting me go. I never get the chance though.

“You heard my bride.” Maven. My blood runs cold as he steps onto the balcony, looking over the two guards like they are common dirt. “Let her go.”

The relief I should feel is replaced by cold fear. I’ll take the Sentinels over him any day. I’m not in the mood to play games with him.

“Apologies your Highness, but we must keep Lady Titanos to her schedule.” The one holding me speaks in a baritone that makes Maven’s lips pull down in a frown. His grip is already loosening though. I can’t believe I never realized how in pocket Maven and Elara had the Sentinels. These soldiers stopped serving the king a long time ago. “It’s orders, sir.”

“Then you have new orders,” Maven’s voice is colder than ice. It reminds me of the freezing nights in Paradise Valley when the wolves would howl at the moon and the wind would answer back. “I will accompany Mareena back to her lessons.”

I’d sooner let him walk me off a cliff. But the Sentinels drop my arm none the less and leave us on the balcony. The buffer they put between me and Maven leaves with them, and then I am alone with the man who destroyed me.

“We have working showers inside, you know.”

I push my wet hair out of my face before turning away from him. Jokes aside, I don’t want to see him. My nightmares have returned in all their supernatural fury. Every night I dream of chasing him down a hallway, the burn of the knife as it cuts my side, and feeling of dying in a Silent Stone room. I wake gasping and on the verge of screaming, but no sound comes out. I’m grateful for that at least. Still, I miss Cal’s warmth, and being able to curl against him to tether myself to reality when the dreams refuse to leave.

“I want to be alone.” I murmur, setting my head in my hand. My patience is holding, but not for long.

“I understand that.”

Oh, I know you do. I keep my lips from curling into a sneer by sheer will alone. Lightning flares across the sky again. The storm is creeping beyond us, but I could still pull a bolt down and hit him if I wanted. My aim is perfect. I could cook him to a crisp like I did Elara.

I grip the banister again to settle my thoughts. I can almost feel the char of her hair between my fingers and the weight of her head if I close my eyes. I can hear the hum of the cameras as I hold up the head of a she-wolf and promise to come for the pup.

“I understand how difficult it is.” He continues as he steps up next to me, bolder than he ever was. My eyes snap to him, but I’m more curious now than wary. What has made him so certain? Before, he had still been wary around me. It wasn’t until we joined the Guard together that he truly pretended to open up to me.

His eyes are cold as he stares out over the palace grounds. “These people. They make it impossible. I can’t say what I want, do what I want—with my mother around I can barely even think what I want. And my brother—!”

“What about him?” My blood runs cold. What has Cal done now? He promised he would stop prying—

The words stick in his mouth, and he pales with a blush. He’s not the perfect statesman that locked me in a cage yet. He’s not the boy listening to a ghost in his head yet. There is still a part of him that is Maven, and not the thing his mother created. “He’s strong, he’s talented, he’s powerful—and I’m his shadow. The shadow of the flame.”

The part of me that always understood that part of him, and even loved it quakes. I step out of Gisa’s shadow because of him, but he never does leave Cal’s. He never gives himself the chance. He keeps chasing the edge of Cal’s shadow like there is one. Maven casts his own shadows though. They haunts me and they haunts Cal in the future. If only he knew that.

When the words come to me, they are true and that is what makes me feel sick. “Then maybe you should try to be more than that.”

His eyes widen at my words, and I find myself unable to stop. “You could be more. I think you could. Stop chasing the edges of shadows, you’ll never find them. Find a way to be alone with your own heart, and be happy with it.”

His entire face folds in on itself, pinching in places I never saw before. I’ve never seen this emotion from him, and I have no idea what to call it. For a moment I wonder if I’ve said the wrong things, and done exactly what I told Cal not to do. But a part of me still wants to save the boy that I thought was trying to save me. Even if its hopeless, and he is too far gone to save. Monsters aren’t born, they’re made. Julian told me that once. Well if monsters can be made, they can be unmade too.

“That’s something you should know about us Silvers. We’re always alone. In here, and here.” He gives me a tired smile as he touches his head and then his heart. The line sends a shiver down my spine though. He’d said the same thing last time too. It only reminds me that perhaps we’re on a track, and there is no getting off. There are no other exits, only the ones that I know are coming.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You better learn to hide that heart of yours, Lady Titanos. It won’t lead you anywhere you want to go.”

My heart aches more than he could ever know. This is the boy, this is the truth. There is nothing to save. I am trying to fix a shattered mirror and cutting my hands on the pieces to spill my blood for nothing. I turn my eyes back to the sky, closing them as lightning strikes again, and thunder roars above us. Battle lines were drawn before; I have to redraw them now.

“I think I can help with your problem.”

I turn my eyes back down to him, and instantly he is the Maven I dreamed about. The mask is so perfect. I forget there are cracks that the darkness slips through.

“What problem?”

“You’re homesick.” Holding out his hand to me, he nods down to it when I don’t take it. His skin is like ice when I slide my palm into his. I thought I remember him being warm by this point. Instead, he’s a corpse before I make him one. “I can fix that.” (/////)

The wind cuts through my hair, ripping it from its braid as Cal and I race toward the Stilts. I’ve ridden a cycle with him numerous times since this night. Nothing takes away the rush or competes with the feeling of flying that this generates though. Usually we tear down mountains roads and I close my eyes, trusting him to keep me safe as he cuts around turns. He’s taken Gisa once too. I had to peel her off of him when they returned because she was gripping his body so tightly.

Right now, his body is warm in my arms, warm and real. It reminds me that I’m safe with him. Even if I’m terrified of the situation we’re in.

When we finally reach the branch in the road that will bring us into the Stilts he brings the cycle to a stop, and cuts the engine. I’m the first off, and I peel away from him like a second skin. He pushes it into the trees, his eyes dancing to me every so often as he does so. I know that look he is throwing over his shoulder. I’ve seen the worry that creases his brows and the concern that flares like a light show in his eyes many times when he’s uncertain what’s going through my mind.

“Do you want to talk?” He eventually asks after throwing a few leafy branches over the cycle to hide it. I tuck my hands into the pocket of my coat to hide the shake in them.

“There really was nothing to save.” It’s a thought that’s been going through my mind since Maven confronted me on the balcony.

His expression melts into true concern faster than I can swallow my words. But he swaps that for a different mask of emotion. There’s no jealousy in his eyes, but I can see the beginning flares of his panic. His one true fear before we started this was that I would choose Maven this time around; that maybe he really was the consolation prize all along and I only chose to try again because I lost my chance to be with Maven.

“He’s still a ghost.” I whisper to him before reaching out for his hand. He lets my fingers interlace with his. I squeeze them tightly, trying to get him to understand. “That doesn’t mean I won’t mourn a chance lost.”

He nods tightly, his jaw squeezing until a muscle in it feathers. I cup the spot with my other hand, caressing it to soothe him. “I love you, you know that. Even if you drive me up a wall sometimes.”

With a light laugh, his worry melts away, and I’m glad for it. We can’t be questioning each other right now. There’s too much at stake. There can be no edges. We filed them down after the war so we could fit together after all. That is where the real truth lies though.

Maven carved himself to fit with me. But Cal and I smoothed down together, cutting off the edges that mattered so we could fit. I didn’t need to change for Maven because he melted what he needed to make the perfect mask. It had been a lie from the beginning. A beautiful, wonderful lie. Cal had been real though, had never bothered to hide what he was, even when those parts hurt. He made me better, and I made him better. Nothing about Maven had made me better. He made me strong sure, but a brittle kind of strong that hurt anyone that got too close.

Reaching out, he pushes my hair away from my face, his smile falling fast. “I wish you didn’t have to go through this.”

He could be talking about anything. Shade. Maven. All the New Bloods. Losing myself. Losing people I love. Even losing him for a bit.

“I don’t.” I insist, even though the words cut up my insides like glass as I speak them. The truth cuts sometimes. I’m used to the sting. (////////)

The meeting with my family still stabs like a knife. Kilorn’s rage burns like a brand. Gisa’s wish rings in my ears. I feel like I’m drowning, being swallowed up by the old emotions. It’s like reading a book where I know the ending and hesitate to turn every page. I hate every second. Even as I make my way straight of Will’s wagon.

Cal trails me, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows so Kilorn doesn’t see him, and so Will’s spies don’t notice him ether. Kilorn knows who Cal is, I know he does. He had known from the moment he first saw him. I couldn’t be more grateful for my friend keeping his fat mouth shut around my family though. I think my dad would have found a way to stand and kill Cal where he stood if he knew he was the Crown Prince.

I hold my hand out, telling him to stay back silently, while I take the final ten meters to the wagon on my own. He melts into the shadows, playing the part of a shadow so expertly I have to do a double take. But even his eyes are gone. Maybe he turned and went back to the cycle. I hope he did. When I step into the wagon, it’s to see Will smiling, already waiting for what I have to say. I tell him everything. And just like he did last time, he admits to knowing everything.

Tristan waits behind the curtain, ready to pounce. I can see the toes of his boots before he announces his presence. He’s more arrogant than I remember. I still see the pole Ptolemus shoots through him though, and the mental image makes me shudder.

“The royal monkeys have chosen a queen this past week.” Tristan’s smile is cold as he looks me over. “You’ve been all over the screens Lady Titanos.”

I hate that name, and all the implications of it. “They aren’t all monkeys.” I insist, and the fire that lights in his eyes makes me wish I hadn’t said anything.

“Are you talking about the prince you’re engaged to or the one waiting outside in the shadows?” Will asks as he leans back and rests his hands on his stomach.

My heart does a jump and a skip, and I’m sure all the blood drains from my face. I thought we’d been careful and I had been incredibly impressed with how Cal disappeared. Still, I should have known, Will is a spy in the Guard for a reason.

Tristan erupts though, and takes two quick steps for the door, his hand flying to his pistol. I leap and grab his wrist though, twisting it expertly and spinning to put myself between him and the door. And ultimately between him and Cal.

“You brought a Silver here?” he hisses down at me, even though my hands are already lighting with sparks. “The Crown Prince? Do you know what we could do if we took him in? What we could bargain for?”

Relax, I want sneer, you get him eventually. And he will do far more this time than he did last time. My words when I do speak are low, like thunder in the distance as I glare him down. “You leave him alone.”

Tristan’s lip curls in disgust. “A few weeks in the lap of luxury and your blood is as silver as theirs,” he spits, looking like he wants to curl his fingers around my throat and throttle me. “Do they take turns?”

“What?” I gasp in surprise. That’s not in the script.

“Do they take turns rolling in the sheets with you?” His lips curl at the surprise on my face. “Or do you pick one over the other? I’m going to guess the one hiding out there gets the most time.”

Fury like nothing before sears through me. I bring a hand up that sparks as I sneer. “You idiot. I’m protecting you from him. He’s a trained soldier that would turn you inside out like a shirt if he wanted. And he’d burn this place down if you so much as tried to go after him.”

You’re only alive because I haven’t burned the oxygen from this room. A real threat, one I believed when Cal said it the first time, and one I believe now. I have to keep Tristan away from Cal. I can’t have a stray bullet finding its way into his chest or his head.

Tristan deflates, his anger melting away as I slowly lower my hand and disburse the sparks. Will lays a hand on Tristan’s shoulder, calming him further. “That’s enough,” he whispers. “What did you come here for, Mare? Kilron is safe and so are you siblings.”

This is what I came here for. To put the pieces in motion finally. To start the game for my side. “Shade was a member of the Guard, and they killed him for it.” The only fact I can trace. “I have to pretend it doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re dead if you don’t.” Will reasons.

“I know. I’ll say what they want. But I’m in the palace, the center of the royal family. I’m quick, and quiet. And I will help the cause.”

Tristan sucks in a ragged breath. His eyes light with a new fire, this one vastly different from his anger. He rises to his full height, beaming at my words. “You want to join up.”

“I do.” My words are final, and I don’t bother to look at Will, only Tristan.

“I hope you know what you’re committing to. This isn’t just my war, or Farley’s or the Scarlet Guards—it’s yours. Until the very end. And not to avenge your brother but to avenge us all. To fight for the ones before and the ones to come.”

The ones to come. My chest squeezes as I picture Clare’s toothless grin at the same time that her laugh rings through my ears. My own hand curls into a fist on my stomach. There are plenty to come. I swore myself to the Guard to protect them before I even knew about them, and now more than ever my heart pounds for that future. I will fight tooth and nail for it. I will spill my blood and others so that someday, someday I can sit on my porch and watch a little dark haired boy run rampant in the backyard. So my brother’s name can live on in his daughter. So that someday my family never has to be hungry. So that someday, I never have to be afraid.

I slip my hand into Will’s gnarled one. Cal warned me of war once, of what it brings. We both know the cost now, but I know what waits for us on the other side. There is a light, there is hope, there is good. I will do whatever it takes to get back there. Even if it means mucking my way through blood and mud once again.

“I am with you.”

“We will rise,” Will breathes in unison with Tristan. The words are like hope burning in my chest, lighting up the room around us as I speak them too. “Red as the dawn.”

(////////)

Cal is quiet as we walk through the halls of the palace. And I am too. My silence is contemplative though, his is patient while he waits for what I have to say. He’s always waiting, waiting for me to cross the bridge. He waited for me to say yes too. He asked seven times before I said yes to him in the dead of night wrapped up in cool sheets and half delirious with sleep. I’d pressed a kiss to the space between his brows and said yes without him asking. He waited almost two years for me to say that word after he asked the first time. Now he waits without asking. He knows I will talk eventually.

“I have to tell you something.” I eventually whisper, and grab his wrist. The cameras whisper around us, and I turn my eyes in their direction before saying, “Your rooms are safe.”

When Maven brought me there, I made sure to do a sweep. There are no cameras in Cal’s room. I wonder why, but I don’t bother to question it too much. It’s a silent blessing, the perfect meeting place. I don’t have to wait until the guards change to speak with him.

He nods and takes me a back way. For a moment, I fear we’re lost, until we turn a corner and he brings us to his door. He glances over his shoulder at the same time that I swipe my hand to surge electricity through the camera’s wires, shorting it long enough for me to slide in the room and him to follow me without us being seen.

In the dark of his rooms, I feel like a ghost. He goes to turn the lights on but I catch his hand. And for the first time in a long time, almost shock him. The hairs on his arms rise as my sparks threaten to explode out from under my skin. I haven’t been this nervous in so long. It makes him jumpy.

“What happened?” He asks quickly, spinning to face me and grabbing my shoulders. His shadow looks different in the dark, smaller and less imposing. Strange how that is what made him most human to me the first time as well.

I slip out of his grip only to dive into his chest, wrapping my arms around his middle and burying my nose in his shirt. He smells just a hint like the river as spending a couple of hours in the Stilts, but underneath it, that scent of burning wood clings to him. It relaxes every muscle in my body as I inhale.

He wraps is arms around my shoulders in response. For a moment, I think he’ll repeat his question. Instead he just reaches up to threads his fingers through my hair that I pulled out of the braid long ago, tangling them in the slightly wavy locks. I can’t hold the secret in any longer, not now that I’ve signed up for this, and he will someday too. I should have told him the moment I found out, but I wanted it be a surprise, a little secret that I could tell him with a laugh. Instead, I feel like I’m telling him before we walk to the gallows. It taints the joy, the happiness of what is to come.

“I wasn’t completely honest with you before all this.”

His shoulders stiffen as I bring my hands up to close them in fists on his back. I’m never good at starting conversations like this and I immediately regret the words I spoke. He’s already on edge, and I made I worse. Squeezing the fabric of his shirt softly, I murmur, “before we got here.”

He relaxes again, and disengages from our embrace to lift my chin. He needs to know, deserves to know.

“I didn’t want to go after Giselle that night. I told you I was tired, but there was another reason.” It has never been so hard to put something into words. I wish I had just told him in the first place, maybe this whole mess could have been avoided if I had.

His brows furrow and his face twists as he tries to think back to that strange night and morning. I grab his hands and squeeze tight, willing him to pay attention to my words, more than the memory of what I said.

“I was going to tell you we had to call off the wedding—”

His eyes widen in surprise, and he opens his mouth to speak. I press my finger to his lips to keep him from doing just that. “For just a little while. Something came up.”

He sits with baited breath, his expression confused and fearful. A mix that’s dangerous for a soldier, especially one like Cal that is used to knowing everything. My lips curl into a weak smile as I say, “We have to get back because something’s waiting for us. Or it may have come with us. I’m not sure. If it did, I have to be more careful than I thought.”

His eyes dart around the room like someone might be listening, and he slowly takes my hand to pull me into his closet where our voices will be furthered muffled. Has he grasped what I’m about tell him? Cal’s observant, even with all his bullheaded tendencies, and he’s not stupid. He knows me well enough to notice when my habits change. And they had been changing, little by little. I’m a subtle creature, but he’s very good at reading me now.

In the safety of his closet, I can smile bright. I can let the warmth of my news pulse out of me like sunlight. It had terrified me the moment I knew what was happening, but slowly that panic had been replaced by a strange joy, a strange curiosity. And now, it was longing.

“You can talk freely now.” He whispers.

The words die. They won’t come. Like stones, they sit in my throat and choke me. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. Is it cruel to get his hopes up about something we may never be able to return to? And yet, this is not just my burden to bear. This is our future. I am in this to get back to my family. He is in this to get back to what we had in Montfort. He may need something else, something to fight for that isn’t just me. Even if it’s not as tangible as it is for me.

I’ll just have to say it, push the words out one by one. “I was pregnant.”

They come easier than I thought, and honestly come out more like a garbled rush than the wonderful phrase they should be. As soon as I speak those words into existence though, the joy leaves, only to be replaced by trepidation and the air around us is leeched of its warmth.

“What?” Cal’s question is a wheeze, a word not quite formed.

“Three or four months, I wasn’t sure.” I grab his hand and squeeze as his eyes widen in the dark to the side of moons. “I told you we had so much waiting for us. That’s what is waiting for us. We have to follow everything to the line because of that future.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers, his eyes darting as he thinks back over everything, every action I committed before that night, every word I spoke.

“I was going to tell you that night, but then we got called to deal with Giselle.” I shake my head, laughing quietly. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I am not the only one privy to this secret knowledge.

His eyes darken though. Storm clouds gather in his irises as he leans down to whisper. “You said you didn’t know if it came with us.”

“All my knowledge and memories came with me… and I’m in the same body theoretically just--just five or six years younger. It might have come with me.” It’s a long shot, but if I’m right, we have far bigger problems than we originally thought.

“You don’t look like—”

“I didn’t look like it in Montfort either.” I reason dryly. He would have noticed if I did. His lips twist and he nods.

“What do you want to do?”

“I’m going to wait and see if anything happens.”

He pales at the prospect, but I grip his fingers tightly again, forcing his gaze back down to me. “This is what we are fighting to get back to. Why we have to be so careful.”

“I wish you’d told me sooner.” He murmurs before reaching down to circle one of his arms around my waist. In the dark I’m not quite sure if he’s smiling or grimacing. Not until he cups my jaw and presses his lips to mine. He pours every ounce of the joy that is about to explode out of him into that kiss. It mixes with mine until I’m certain we are glowing like a small sun.

And in that closet, nestled in a nest of snakes and wolves, I finally let myself breathe.

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swanqueeneverafter · 4 years ago

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The Once & Future Queen Pt.17

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. (While Henry puts Maria to bed upstairs, Ella stares at the token from Flynn's in her hand. Noticing a half empty glass on the coffee table, Ella picks it up and takes it to the kitchen. Suddenly stopping in the hallway, Ella thinks for a moment and places the glass on the floor. Hurrying back to the living room Ella lays back on the couch. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and then tosses the token over her head. Upon hearing a 'plink', Ella opens her eyes and sits up to look back at the glass. As the water swirls, Ella smiles, having just found the sign she needed.)

Camelot. Guinevere’s Chambers. (Guinevere brushes her hair and checks it in a small mirror when someone knocks on the door. She opens it to find Arthur leaning against the door frame with a charming smile. She’s surprised.) Arthur: “May I come in? (Guinevere is disturbed:) I only want to wish you well.” (Guinevere smiles uneasily and opens the door for him.) Guinevere: “I never thought I’d see you again.” Arthur: “I know. When the veil separating our worlds was torn, I was watching from the other side. I saw you standing there at the altar. Then when I saw the sacrifice Robin Hood made as he walked through the veil, it was his courage that inspired me to return.” Guinevere: “For what purpose, to reclaim your throne, perhaps?” Arthur: “Of course not. You have made a wonderful Queen, Guin. You are the leader Camelot deserves. Your love for your people is surpassed only by your love for Lancelot. I came here to make amends. (Arthur pulls out a cloth and unwraps the bracelet:) Please, take this as a token of my sincerest apology. May it bring continued good fortune for you and for Camelot. (Guinevere looks at the bracelet sceptically. Holding it up:) I’d like you to wear it. (Taking her hand, Arthur places the bracelet on her wrist. Guinevere gives him a small smile. She tenses uncomfortably when Arthur steps closer and takes her face in his hands. He kisses her forehead and she relaxes with a relieved sigh and smile:) I wish you and Lancelot everlasting happiness, Guin.” (He looks back at her with a smile and leaves. Guinevere smiles back, but it fades as she looks uncertainly down at the bracelet.)

Storybrooke. Granny's Diner. (While David bounces Maria in his arms, the ladies of Storybrooke catch up over morning coffee.) Lily: (Laughing:) "I can't believe you got stuck in the past and still managed to bang Regina." Emma: "Hey it's not like I planned it to happen. Mulan can back me up, we had no intention of meddling with the past." Mulan: "That's true, but once you did bump into Regina, you didn't try very hard to not see her again." Ruby: "Well I think it's sweet. Almost as if Emma and Regina were meant to be no matter the circumstances." Snow White: (Clearing her throat loudly:) "My daughter's love life aside, I'd like to get back to your announcement. You and Regina are planning to retire?" Emma: (Nods:) "Yep, we've been talking about it for awhile now. The Sheriff's office is running smoothly and Lily's practically Sheriff now anyway so it's not like I need to be there. And as far as the Mayor's office goes, you-" Snow White: (Cutting in:) "I don't want to be Mayor. I was only helping Regina out while you were gone. I-I love to teach, I don't want to be anything else." David: "Wouldn't there need to be an election for a new Mayor? I don't think it's a position you can just pass on to your friends and family." Emma: "Sure, and it's the same with Lily for Sheriff, she'll need to stand as a candidate." Lily: (Confidently:) "I'm not too worried about it." Mulan: "Especially since you have the outgoing Sheriff's backing." Lily: (Leans back in her chair:) "Mmhmm. Piece of cake." Snow White: "That's all well and good, but it still leaves us without a candidate for Mayor." Emma: "Well, I guess Regina and I can think of some names." Ruby: "Ooh, I can see the posters now: 'Vote Maleficent For Mayor'. Has a nice ring to it actually." Lily: (Considers this:) "Mom might enjoy being Mayor. I mean, can you think of a better people person?" (Everyone laughs, apart from Snow White.) Snow White: "You know what? I don't mind being in charge of finding a new Mayor. I'm sure you and Regina will have better things to with your time." Lily: "Yeah, like each other." Emma: (Elbows Lily in the ribs:) "O-okay, if you're sure?" Snow White: (Smiles:) "I'm sure." Emma: "Thanks, Mom."

(Sitting at the counter, Elsa, Anna and Belle reminisce.) Elsa: "It's so weird to think that I met Mulan and Emma in the past but for them it was their future." Anna: "No, that's not right is it? I mean, it would still be the past for them, but it was your present? I'm confused." Elsa: "Well all I know is that they were there on the dock when Kristoff and I watched you sail away on your journey to Misthaven." Belle: "It's best not to think too hard about it, but I know what I would do if I could change the past." Anna: "What's that?" Belle: "I'd forget about that stupid stone and would've saved you from falling off the cliff." Anna: (Touching her heart:) "Belle. You don't still think about that, do you?" Belle: (Nods:) "I still feel guilty about it." Anna: (She stands and pulls Belle into a hug:) "There's nothing for you to feel guilty about. It's not like you pushed me. All I remember is you trying to save me. I had no idea you felt this way." Belle: "I guess it's easier to forgive someone else than it is yourself." Anna: (Pulls back and looks Belle in the eyes:) "Well I forgive you, so you should too." Belle: "Thanks." Elsa: "I only wish that more people were able to forgive and forget. It would help unite the realms even more." Belle: (Nods:) "What I've learned from being with Rumple, is that the quest for revenge is a very hard thing to let go of." Lake. Rowboat. (The search for Morgana has taken the foursome across the water as, thanks to Anastasia's magic, they follow Morgana's trail.) Merida: (Glancing over her shoulder while she rows:) "We'll be passing Dun Broch soon at this rate." Anastasia: "Perhaps if we listen closely we'll be able to hear them voting for a new leader? Fickle bunch that they are." Merida: (Gives Anastasia a look:) "There'll be no more challenges to the throne anytime soon. Macintosh and his band of misfits have been taken care of and my mother assumes power in my absence." Anastasia: "How nice for her." Merida: (Looks over her shoulder again:) "Are you sure this is taking us the right way?" Anastasia: "Quite sure, yes. Morgana's power practically oozes from her, that kind of magic always leaves a trace." Merida: "You know, I heard you were living the quiet life with your sister somewhere. What happened?" Anastasia: "Many things, but I suppose mainly when you spend most of your time thinking about all the bad things you've done in your past, you can only despair for so long. Eventually, there comes a point where you decide to do something about it." Merida: "So you're looking for redemption? (Nods to Xena:) You're in good company then." Anastasia: "Redemption is partly why I'm here. Revenge is another." Merida: (Smiles:) "Aye." Anastasia: "But mostly I'm searching for my place in the world. Drizella and I have already found a new sister we never knew we had. Who knows what else lies ahead for me?" Merida: "I'd say a nasty confrontation with Morgana for one thing. Are you sure your powers can match hers?" Anastasia: "There's only one way to find out, darling." (Sitting at the far end of the boat, Xena watches their exchange with curiosity.) Xena: (Quietly to Gabrielle:) "I feel like a chaperone right now. I mean look at them it's-" Gabrielle: (Slumped over the side of the boat:) "Nauseating." Xena: "Well I wouldn't go that far." Gabrielle: "No. I mean this damn boat." Xena: (Shaking her head:) "How can you be seasick in a rowboat?" Gabrielle: "It's the motion of the water, it has nothing to do with what vessel we're in." Xena: "Uh huh. You didn't seem to have problems those times we were rowing away from the Horde." Gabrielle: "Remind me to thank you for your sympathy when we're back on dry land." Xena: "Maybe you should take a turn rowing, it might help take your mind off it?" Gabrielle: "No. I can hardly move, just... let me wallow in my misery." (Xena takes pity on Gabrielle, rubbing her back as she leans over the side.)

Caerleon. Castle. Tunnels. (Morgana arrives outside Caerleon’s castle. She magically opens a door to the tunnels and heads inside. A guard spots her.) Guard: “Halt!” (Another guard steps in her path and she is surrounded.) Morgana: “Please. I mean you no harm. I wish only to speak with your Queen.” Throne Room. (The guards escort Morgana into the throne room and pull off her hood.) Queen Annis: “Morgana Pendragon. Stealing into my castle in the dead of night. You must have a death wish.” Morgana: “Sorry for the interruption, Your Majesty, but I’ve come on urgent business.” Queen Annis: “What business could you possibly have with me, witch?” Morgana: “I come in the name of my father.” Queen Annis: “Is that so?” (Annis stands and approaches Morgana.) Morgana: “Your Highness�� (Morgana shoves off the guard holding her, walks up to Queen Annis, and bows down to her knees:) Your Highness, Uther was a curse upon this land, as is his son.” Queen Annis: “Arthur. Your brother?” Morgana: “Arthur is my brother by blood alone. We were not raised as siblings and I knew him only as a knight in my father’s army.” Queen Annis: “Regardless, your brother killed mine. Fergus was slain by Arthur’s hand.” Morgana: “Yes, Your Highness.” Queen Annis: “When news of Fergus’ death reached me I was ready to lead my army into Camelot. But then Arthur was deposed and killed soon after and I saw no need to-” Morgana: “Arthur has returned, Your Highness.” Queen Annis: “What?” Morgana: “My brother has returned from the other side and even now plans to reclaim the throne of Camelot.” Queen Annis: “Well, this changes everything.” Morgana: “Indeed. I seek revenge for wounds they have inflicted, as do you. If you will accept it, I’ve come to offer my help.” Storybrooke. The Dragon’s Lair. Storeroom. (Regina is struggling to move a keg when Rumplestiltskin arrives behind her.) Rumplestiltskin: “It always amazes me. (Regina jumps and glowers at him:) You are one of the most powerful purveyors of magic to ever live and yet you still insist on doing things the hard way.” Regina: “Exercise is good for the soul. Perhaps you should think about that the next time you share a box of doughnuts with your pal, Hook.” Rumplestiltskin: (Pats his stomach:) “I’ll take it under advisement, but that’s not why I’m here.” Regina: (Flatly:) “I’m breathless with anticipation.” Rumplestiltskin: “Belle tells me you and Emma are thinking of retiring.” Regina: “That’s right.” Rumplestiltskin: “Will that be after you’ve both dealt with Morgana?” Regina: (Scoffs:) “I’ve just got my wife back, Rumple. I won’t risk going through that again.” Rumplestiltskin: “You know that your shared magic is the only thing powerful enough to stop Morgana.” Regina: “That’s not true. Zelena handled her pretty well by herself.” Rumplestiltskin: “You expect me to put my faith in Zelena’s temperamental magic? She doesn’t have the discipline to withstand a magical duel against a High Priestess like Morgana.” Regina: “What difference does Morgana being a High Priestess make?” Rumplestiltskin: (Sighs:) “The High Priestesses were the chief servants of the Triple Goddess. They were a group of highly skilled and powerful sorceresses, mistresses of magic and spells and detained the power over life and death. In short, there was a reason the Dark One stayed out of Camelot.” Regina: “So that’s it. You’re afraid. (Rumplestiltskin doesn’t reply:) Well it is not down to Emma and I to save everyone.” (Regina magics herself and the keg out of the storeroom and reappears behind the bar.) Rumplestiltskin: (Following her:) “Perhaps you’re right. But if neither of you are prepared to lift a finger to stop Morgana, that leaves us with only one viable option.”

Camelot. Training Grounds. (Sir Gwaine steadies the punching bag for Lancelot who is pummeling it relentlessly.) Sir Gwaine: “You seem tense.” Lancelot: “What do you mean ‘tense’?” Sir Gwaine: “You know…agitated. On edge. Angry.” Lancelot: “This is not anger, Gwaine. This is controlled aggression!” (Lancelot punches the bag off of the hook and Gwaine falls to the ground with it.) Sir Gwaine: “Great. I’m glad we cleared that up.” (Leon arrives.) Sir Leon: “Sire. A messenger this minute arrived.” Lancelot: “What is it?” Sir Leon: “An army. They crossed our border at first light.” Lancelot: “An army? Whose army?” Sir Leon: “Caerleon’s queen.” Storybrooke. The Dragon's Lair. (Ella fills Henry in about the previous evening.) Henry: "It went in?" Ella: (Nods:) "Hand to God. It was an even trickier shot than the one at the barcade." Henry: "Okay, so what does this mean?" Ella: "I guess it means we find ourselves an adventure." Henry: "Great. So, where to?" Ella: "I don't know. I was hoping you had some ideas?" Henry: "Uh... well geez, I'm not sure. I mean there's lots of places we could go, but..." Ella: (Cuts in:) "The United Realms cover a lot of ground and there's no telling how long it may take us to find something?" Henry: "Exactly. That's not to say I'm not totally down for whatever comes our way." Ella: (Agrees eagerly:) "Absolutely. But maybe..." Henry: "Maybe for the time being we both concentrate on doing the responsible thing? At least until the right opportunity comes along, obviously." Ella: (Nods:) "Obviously. The minute something exciting or dangerous comes our way, we drop everything and-" Henry: "Jump in with both feet." Ella: (Extends her hand:) "Agreed." Henry: (Shakes Ella's hand:) "Agreed." Swan-Mills House. (Descending the staircase, Regina reaches the bottom just as Emma returns home.) Regina: "Hey." Emma: "Hey." (Emma stands on one of the two steps that leads into the house while Regina closes the distance between them. Cupping Emma's face, Regina leans down and kisses her as Emma places her hands on Regina's hips.) Emma: "Mm, good day?" Regina: "Not bad, you?" (Regina continues on to the kitchen while Emma climbs the last step and follows.) Emma: "Yeah I guess. I broke the news to everyone about us retiring."

Regina: (Spins around:) "And?" Emma: "It went pretty well. Lily's more than ready to become Sheriff." Regina: "And Snow?" Emma: (Shakes her head:) "Mom doesn't want to be Mayor, but she's taken on the job of finding someone suitable." Regina: "Well, at least they were accepting of the idea." Emma: "Yeah, although I still get that frosty feeling from Snow. I can't believe she's pissed that I was the mistress of my own wife back in the past." Regina: (Chuckles:) "Snow will always be Daddy’s little girl. Just like her daughter. (Emma smirks:) If it makes you feel any better, my day wasn't much better." Emma: "Oh?" Regina: "I had a visit from Rumple." Emma: "Ah. Let me guess, he wants us to go up against Morgana again?" Regina: "Yep. I told him that we're not the only ones with magic around and it shouldn't always be down to us to-" Emma: (Placing her hands on Regina's arms:) "Don't worry about Rumple. It's not our job to police the realms. Besides, I'm totally not dressed for it." Regina: (Her eyes light up, excitedly:) "Are you still wearing it?" Emma: (Nods:) "Mmhmm. That was the dare, right? Gotta says it's a little distracting. No wonder guys are always thinking with theirs." Regina: "And no one suspected anything?" Emma: "I don't think so. I had to be pretty careful when getting out of my chair though. A longer skirt would've helped." Regina: "But would've been far less sexy. (Regina leans in and kisses her wife as her hands move over Emma's hips, lifting her skirt and exposing Emma's not so little 'distraction' to her eyes. Regina's fingers play with the straps at Emma's hips:) So, we never did discuss what you'd like if you won the bet?" Emma: "No, we didn't. (Raises her eyebrow:) I'm sure we'll think of something." Regina: (Smiles:) "Yes... (Slowly sinks to her knees:) I'm certain I'll come up with an appropriate reward." (Emma watches Regina with a barely restrained hunger. At the very moment Regina's tongue passes her lips to brush the tip of the toy protruding between her legs, Emma's resolve falters. Moaning with desire, Emma places her hands on Regina's shoulders for support and watches while Regina continues her scandalously skilled display.) Camelot. Arthur's Chambers. (Guinevere walks across the hallway, the bracelet on her wrist, and sneaks into Arthur’s room where he is dressing.) Guinevere: “Here…let me.” (She helps him with his jacket.) Arthur: “Thank you.” (Arthur smiles darkly as Guinevere slides her hand down his arm. Guinevere circles Arthur, running her hand over his shoulders, the bracelet glowing on her wrist. She entwines her fingers with his and kisses them tenderly.)

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Title: Love, Maybe? {21}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Slow Burn, Cursing

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 21: Confession

-Chris-

“What!”

He rubbed his face and trailed his hands to the back of his neck.

“You’re fucking with me.”

He knew it would be hard to believe. He shook his head and rested his head on his fists. “No, not fucking with you.”

His brother, Scott just gaped at him over the Facetime call. “Nah man, you’re fucking with me. this is some prank.”

He leaned back and stared out the window of his home out to the cliff, but he didn’t speak. “Chris. You’re messing with me, right?”

Again, he shook his head no. “Hand to God, not a joke, or a prank, and I’m not fucking with you.”

Scott just stared at him speechlessly, his face whiter than usual. He would have laughed if this wasn’t serious. Unable to keep it in, he snorted and laughed out loud. It was serious, but he couldn’t help it. “Why the fuck are you laughing bro?”

That only made him laugh more. After a few moments, he got a hold of himself and cleared his throat. “Sorry, your face was just priceless. It makes me wonder if that is how my face looked when I found out.”

“Found out? What the hell does that mean? Are you telling me you have a kid and you just found out? When?” Scott fired off question after question without giving him any time to respond then he mimicked the motion for mind blown which made him laugh again. “Come on be serious!”

He held his hands up in surrender and snorted at how chill he was about this now compared to when he first found out. “Okay yes, found out. I didn’t know until a little over a month ago, five weeks maybe,” he confessed. Scott’s eyes bugged out even more.

“What! Bro—what!” He nodded while pinching his lips, not wanting to laugh again. He knew this was a lot to process. “Say that again.”

“I have a kid, wait start over. I have a daughter. I found out maybe five, six weeks ago. She’s almost two; she’ll be two in a few weeks actually.” He smiled wide.

“Two? Wow, wow, wow. With who?”

He knew this question was coming and while he thought he’d prepared for it, he realized at this time he hadn’t. “Uh, whooo uh--.” He cleared his throat and used those few seconds to gather his thoughts. “It was a girl I met in Vegas a few years ago.” Nothing added. Scott didn’t look satisfied with the answer.

“Did she just realize you were the father? Two years is a long time to have a kid by someone and not tell them. Are you sure you’re really the father?” He nodded, and he’d be lying if some of the hurt from your decision didn’t come up.

“Yeah, she knew. She uh, she didn’t tell me until recently. Yeah, I’m sure she’s mine.” Scott stood up, and he knew he was pissed for him. He understood his outrage; he’d felt the same anger. “Calm down, Scott calm down. I know you’re mad, I get it. I was too, but we’re here now.”

“And where is here, Chris?” He took a deep breath and slowly released it. “Here is accepting it, having it registered and ready to tell you.”

Scott sat quietly for a little bit and nodded. “Wow, you’re a dad. I’m an uncle. That’s crazy, bro.” He nodded and smiled. It was crazy. “You’re an uncle.” Scott smiled, then studied him.

“What’s her name?”

“Ella, that’s what she’s called, but her full name is Kristella.” He couldn’t help but smile as he said her name. He’d slowly began appreciating that fact that though he’d missed so much time, a small piece of him was in her day to day life, even something small as his name.

“Wow. What does she look at?” He dug into his pocket for his phone and scrolled through his gallery for the picture that you’d texted him from this morning. He smiled once he saw it; her smile was that infectious. He attached it in a text to his brother and heard when it came in. He watched Scott open the message and take a deep breath then smile. He looked up into the camera then back down to his phone and finally back again. “Yeah, she’s yours.” That was the only thing that needed to be said.

Over the next thirty minutes, Scott asked a lot of questions from what Ella was like to what you were like and then everything in between. He answered what he knew and avoided what he didn’t want to talk about which was anything pertaining to you. He could talk about Ella all day but you—you were a root of stress for him. The stress wasn’t precisely negative; it was something else. After swearing Scott to secrecy, he ended the call. It was imperative he didn’t spill the beans to his sisters because once they knew it would be a matter of time before his mother found out and he wanted to tell her himself, he just didn’t know how.

Over the last few weeks since spending the day at the beach with you and Ella the time you’d spent alone with him had decreased exponentially. If he were to see Ella, it was with Nexus, and she always gave the same excuse “she’s busy with the restaurant.” That excuse sufficed the first week or two, but he began to wonder if it were just that, an excuse. He loved his time with Ella, whenever she saw him, she always smiled and chattered happily. Unless he initiated touching her, she didn’t touch him, and he didn’t initiate because he didn’t want to overstep a boundary. Nexus always tried to reassure him that if she touched him once, she’d okay if he touches her, but he was still hesitant.

There were times he just couldn’t tell if she liked him at all and he tried to remind himself that he was new to her, and she would warm up to him eventually, but he worried eventually would be never. He took out his phone and sent a message to you confirming dinner that night. The three of you had gotten into a pattern of having dinner three times a week now, and it had been successful so far. He looked forward to those dinners and the time he spent with you and Ella.

MSG: Hi. How’s your day going so far? Are we still on for dinner tonight?

Since the night the two of you were in Ella’s room he’d felt even more distance between the two of you, and he didn’t know how he felt about it. When he’d found out about Ella he was furious and felt something very close to hatred for you, but it never quite got there. Every time his rage sparked when the hurt got too much he wanted to shout out to you how much he hated you and would never forgive you, but he could never. Deep down he knew he didn’t hate you. He feared he couldn’t, and if he couldn’t it meant the way he’d felt those years ago wasn’t some fluke or him needing to get you out his system, it was possibly something more. You still hadn’t called him out on what he’d said. He wondered if you forgot or if it really didn’t matter.

MSG Vixen: It’s okay. Things are definitely off to the races. Construction on the interior is done. Things will pick up more now.

MSG: That’s good. Sounds exciting.

MSG Vixen: Yeah. The next few weeks will be design focused and promo. I don’t think I’ll make it for dinner tonight. I texted Nex, and she said she’ll bring Ella to some restaurant cause she’s not cooking. If you reach out to her you guys can sync. You already have her number.

He took a deep breath. He didn’t know how to feel. He thought long and hard about his response.

MSG: Okay, don’t work too hard.

Nonchalant and cool was how he decided to play it.

That night after driving twenty minutes trying to lose the paps that tailed him, he met Nexus and Ella at low key diner she’d found on the strip. Ella smiled when she saw him a smile he loved already. When he sat down, she wasted no time sharing her crayons and coloring with him. Hours passed, and he barely noticed. He only noticed when Nexus left him alone at the table with Ella to use the bathroom. Her phone rang, and he saw your face on the screen. Ella shouted mama and gave the biggest smile. Seeing the way she loved you softened his anger toward you and seeing the way you loved her and really dedicated everything you had to her made him see you differently. You were a great mom.

When Nexus returned, he had some things he wanted to know. “Is she really too busy tonight?” Nexus looked surprised then speechless as if he’d caught her off guard.

“By she, I’m assuming you mean--.”

“You know who I mean,” he said, cutting her off. Nexus nodded and looked at her phone no doubt seeing the missed call. She didn’t respond, but he saw her fingers tapping away. She was probably texting you. He sat quietly and waited for her to finish. When she looked to him she put her phone face down.

“She is busy.” He nodded and looked back to Ella. “You know what? What do you want here, Chris?” He knew what she meant, and even though he did he didn’t know what to say. After almost a minute of silence she nodded. “Maybe figure that bit out first and really figure it out before things get misconstrued, again.” With that he wondered what she’d meant by “again.” Before he could ask Ella began crying out of nowhere.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Ella reached for her. Nexus stood and lifted her over to her lap and hushed her. Ella rubbed her eyes. “Ah, you’re tired. All right. I’m sorry Chris, she's--.” He raised his hand and nodded.

“I understand. Bye, Ella.” She smiled then hid her face in Nexus’ chest.

He walked them out to the car. When he was turning to walk off to his car, Nexus’ voice stopped him.

“Look, I didn’t mean to sound like a b-i-t-c-h back there--.”

“You’re fine. I get it. She’s your sister you have no loyalties to me.” Nexus sighed and mumbled something underneath her breath as she shook her head.

“I don’t,” she responded while writing on a piece of paper. “Here.” She held out the paper to him. Reaching in the car, he grasped the small paper and glanced at what she’d written.

2570 Sunset.

“She’s there right now, but I don’t know for how much longer.” Slowly his face spread into a smile as did hers. “God, I see why she fell for your face three years ago.” He smiled wider and rubbed his bearded jaw.

“Thank you.” She nodded, and with that, she took off, Ella waved to him from the backseat a wave he happily echoed.

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He was thankful that he made it across town without being seen by any of the vermin that plagued his life. The paparazzi was one part of the job he still had yet to get used to. Every encounter they only got worse and worse. It took serious work to keep you and Ella out of any potential shots or scandals. He knew, though that in this business, everything always comes out sooner or later.

When he arrived at the address, it looked like a construction site outside, but it was quiet. He slowly approached the door and peered through the glass windows. Inside looked like a work in progress. After trying the knob that turned freely he walked inside careful not to touch anything. From what he could see there was no one there. Then he saw a woman’s purse then heard hushed voices.

“I’m sorry, I—I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say what you feel. I’ve only ever cared about how you feel Vixen.” At the mention of your name, he stopped walking and looked around the bend. He could see your face and the back of a taller man. Quickly he pulled his head back, not wanting to be found. He contemplated leaving, but when he heard you speak, again he stopped.

“I don’t—I don’t do feelings, Zack. It’s been a very long time since I allowed myself to even enter something that takes time away from Ella.” Hearing Ella’s name made him slink closer all the while ensuring to stay out of sight. This was eavesdropping, but he was curious. As he got closer, he came from a different angle, an angle that allowed him to see the guy’s face clearer. It was the same guy you’d been within the restaurant when he saw you. He’d heard some of the conversation before he’d left and he remembered thinking poor guy.

“I understand you want to dedicate all your time and attention to her, but you’re a woman Vixen, you have needs,” the man retorted. He scoffed, that was the cheesiest thing he’d ever heard.

“Zack, look—I appreciate the connection you introduced me to, and I know without you this all probably wouldn’t have happened for a while longer. I’m grateful, believe that--.”

“But you don’t feel for me what I feel for you,” the blond filled in. He peeped around the corner and saw a sympathetic look on your face. It was the look of a woman trying to let a man down gently. He’d given that look to quite a few women over the years. He held his breath wanting to hear the words from your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I don’t, and it’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been through a lot, and as a result I’m just—different.” He wondered what that meant. His elbow collided with a paint pan, and it clattered to the floor beside him.

“Who’s there?” Annoyed with himself, he stepped out the shadows.

“You’re trespassing dude, I’ll call the cops,” the man threatened.

“That’s not necessary.” Vixen stepped out from behind him and squinted.

“Chris?”

“Hi, Vixen.” He felt like a stalker. The two of you approached him. You look confused, and the blond looked blown away.

“What? Chris Evans? As in Captain America?” He nodded.

“Wow, I’m a huge fan, so huge.” He smiled and turned on the Hollywood persona.

“Thank you; it’s good to meet you.” Looking at you he shot over an apologetic look.

“What’re you doing here?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Uh, your sister told me where you were, and I wanted to bring you some food.” He held up the bag in his hand for emphasis.

“Wait, why are you bringing her food? How do you even know her? How do you know Chris Evans?” You didn’t make a move to answer, and he was absolutely going to let you take the lead. Part of him wanted you to say he was your ex-husband, but he knew you wouldn’t say that.

“We knew each other from way back, I was just in the neighborhood,” he partially lied. Thinking about it though, none of it was a lie, it was just vague as hell and completely out of context. The guy looked between him and you before he scoffed.

“Wow, Captain America just saw me get dumped.” He felt kind of bad for the guy.

“I’m sorry, Zack.” He nodded before he sighed. “Good luck, Vixen. I hope you get that beautiful life you deserve.” You looked down, and he walked away and out the front door leaving the two of you standing in silence.

“Out of curiosity, how much of that did you hear?”

He made a guilty face. “All or most of it.” You groaned and rubbed your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude or eavesdrop. I didn’t want to interrupt, and after ten seconds it would have come off as snooping and that would have been weird and embarrassing, and I didn’t want that,” he blurted. You smirked.

“Because this isn’t weird or embarrassing now?” He paused and thought about your point and nodded. “Touché.” The two of you laughed together until you sighed.

“God that was a disaster,” you rushed out.

“What? No, it wasn’t. It was fine and normal. People break up every day.” You snorted and shook your head before you groaned.

“And he was my ride.”

“I can give you a ride.” You looked at him with one eyebrow raised. He knew how it sounded but decided not to correct it. “Anywhere you wanna go, and I won’t even turn the meter on.” You smiled and shook your head.

After you locked up and turned off all the electricity, you walked out onto the sidewalk. He waited while you locked the door and made sure it was secure. When you turned to him, the two of you stood there just staring. Suddenly, he saw the flash of one then two cameras that brought his attention to around him. In an instant, like a Houdini trick about eight photogs surrounded you all snapping pictures. “Oh my god!”

Your eyes met, and he saw your panic. “Run!” The minute you heard his shout, he saw it; you took off down the street pushing your way through the group of people. He followed hot on your tail. He could hear them chasing behind you. Glancing back your eyes landed on him. He fell into pace with you. “Down the street, around the corner.” You nodded and followed his instruction and halfway down the block he saw an open ally like corridor. Looking back he didn’t see the swarm and dipped into the narrow entryway before you ran past he grabbed you pulling you into him. Quickly he pulled the metal tarp like screen closing it off. From the outside, it looked like a private screen many restaurants used to block entry from the side.

He pressed his finger to his mouth, signaling you to be quiet. The two of you could hear the footsteps as they ran past your hiding spot. You stared at the metal as if you could see through it and he stared at you wishing he could see into your mind.

“God, she’s beautiful.”

When the footsteps faded and shouts for his name died down, you looked to him but didn’t speak. Everything he’d felt the first night with you came back. He recognized them now as feelings and not effects of the abundance of liquor he’d consumed. He hadn’t had a drop in weeks, and here he was yet again in front of you, feeling like his belly was on fire, and all the air was being pumped into his heart making it expand in his chest. It was a similar feeling to heartburn.

Just then, as a monstrous clap of thunder filled the air, the sky ripped open and down came a monsoon. The two of you stood frozen, still not moving or caring that you were both getting thoroughly drenched. Before either of you made any moves, a bright lightning bolt decorated the sky and brought an even louder thunderclap with it. You flinched and looked up.

“Let’s go!” He pulled open the metal and scanned the sidewalk making sure no one was awaiting there to snag a picture. There was not a soul in sight. Nodding his head as the signal it was all clear you stepped out behind him. The two of you scurried back down the street to your restaurant and across to his waiting car. You hopped in, and he quickly made his way around to the driver’s side.

“Oh my god, it’s coming down.” He nodded and rubbed his hands through his hair then looked to you. “You okay?” You nodded using your hands to wipe the water from your face. “Let me show you something amazing.” You didn’t answer right away; instead, you stared at him then slowly nodded. Smiling he pulled off hoping the rain would continue for another thirty minutes at least.

-Twenty Minutes Later-

The rain continued, and because there was barely a car on the street, he made it in nearly record time. As he parked on the cliff right under the clearing of trees your jaw dropped. “Oh my god, wow.” He smiled as he stared at you, experiencing the sight through your expressions. You looked amazed scooting to the edge of the seat to peer out the windshield. When you angled your head to look up into the sky he scoffed and looked out for himself. “Pretty cool huh.”

“Yeah.” Again, he rubbed his head hoping to get the water drops out. “I only come here when it rains. Since we’re up a bit you can really see the definition of every raindrop. It almost looks as if it drops in slow motion like the world just slows down here. I come when I need everything to just stop.” Silence.

“Is that often?”

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, not wanting to be anything but real with you. More silence filled the car as the two of you just watched the rain streak across the night sky. After almost fifteen minutes of silence, the rain slowed to a heavy drizzle.

“My God, what did you bring it smells so good!” He smiled and reached back, then produced the bag to you. You opened it took out the container and revealed twelve tacos. You gasped.

“Your favorite,” he said. You snorted and laughed. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Are you kidding! It’s not every day a woman scarfs down five loaded tacos right in front me in less than eight minutes,” he recollected.

“What? Excuse me. It was seven in under eight. Put some respect on my name!” He snorted, and the two of you laughed unable to control yourselves. “It was impressive.”

You smiled again and took the oversized container out the plastic bag and took a deep inhale. “Oh my god, this is what heaven smells like.” He nodded and watched as you took a hearty bite. Smiling to himself, he was pleased this was still the same about you. He liked this you. You moaned as you chewed and didn’t bother to wipe off the salsa and sour cream mixture at the side of your mouth. “Is it good?” You nodded and rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“Eat, please.” He took a taco for himself and tried it and nodded his agreement. The next few minutes passed with the two of you devouring the tacos with little to no speech except the muffled mumbles of full mouths. It was comfortable, a comfort he hadn’t felt in three years.

Once the tacos were finished, you chattered about everything and nothing at the same time. He told you about filming Captain America and the craziness he’d seen because of it, you told him about opening your restaurant back in San Fran and how you worked your ass off to be successful and he found a new thing he loved about you, your drive. The conversation turned to rumors of the entertainment industry that a lot of people had, rumors and myths he happily demystified. In truth, his life was not glamorous, and it was not something to be envied.

Hours later, you now sat looking absentmindedly at the twinkling city lights of Los Angeles. You looked far away. “You were wrong back there.” You turned to him and rested your head against the headrest. “Hmm?” It sounded like a calm, relaxed moan, one he liked—a lot. “In your restaurant with that guy Zack, you were wrong. Without him, it wouldn’t have taken you a lot longer to get here. You’re talented and ambitious and so damn resilient, you would have gotten here no matter what. You didn’t need him.” You didn’t speak just stared at him. He wasn’t sure you would respond. “Thanks.” You looked down to some spot.

“Honestly, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have even agreed to the first date. I knew it wasn’t something I really wanted.”

He really didn’t want to talk about you dating other men. It didn’t sit well with him. “Then why’d you do it?” You released a loud melancholy sigh.

“Peer pressure. It’s been years since I did the whole song and dance and Nex said it was about time and I figured maybe it was I’d avoided it for three years and said what the hell.” He watched you; his brain stuck on one fact. You’d avoided dating for three years.

“Was that after me? After us?”

You finished your beer and groaned. “Three years, huh.” Your head snapped to him; your eyes were wide then closed. “Oh, damn I said that out loud.” He laughed and nodded. “Yep, out loud and very clearly.”

You dropped your head in the palms of your hands and shook it. “It’s all right; you have a reason—Ella. I haven’t done a lot of things in three years.” You looked at him with a quirked eyebrow as if calling his bullshit. “Like what?” He smiled and debated with himself, he wanted to be real, but he didn’t know if he wanted to be this real or if he had the guts.

“For one, gotten married.” You kept a straight face. “Too soon?” You snorted and laughed out then pushed him back, forcing him to laugh as well. “That was super corny.” He shrugged. When he looked back to you your eyes were already on him. “You look crazy.” His jaw dropped. “Me?” She nodded and smiled.

“Yep, you. It’s not a bad thing. I just—you always look so put together and groomed and now you just—don’t.” A few more moments passed with him staring at you and you not looking away.

“I like it.” Your admission made him feel like a little boy all over again when his crush told him he looked nice in his new Fila sneakers. He smiled. “Yeah well, you still look perfect, as always.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, and the moment felt right for claiming those lips. It was then his phone rang sapping the two of you out of whatever haze you were in.

“I’m sorry.” You motioned for him to go ahead. When he took out his phone, he saw it was a Facetime call from his sister Carly. Hesitating he looked to you. “Get it, please,” you said.

He pressed the green button, and her face came up on the screen with his other sister Shanna and Scott sitting in the back looking sheepish as hell. Instantly he knew Scott had ratted him out.

“Oh fuck!”

“Fuck is right. What the fuck, Chris?!” He looked across to you, and your eyes were wide. “I’ll call you back.” Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. “She sounds pissed.” He nodded, he knew when Carly got pissed, she was really pissed because she was usually very chill. “Ha, yeah she’s pissed, my sister.”

You nodded and buckled your seat belt. “I should get home; Nex is probably wondering where I am. He nodded trying to keep the disappointment at bay. “Yeah, I’ll take you home.”

With that, he pulled out and began the drive to your house. Half of him was worried about the shit storm to come when he got home, and the other half was thinking about the what ifs. What if he hadn’t gotten a call? What if he would have leaned in for the kiss? What if you would have pulled back and told him no? What if you kissed him back? Nexus was right. He had to get his shit together.

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Chapter 162: Pillowtalk

The ride to the hospital was a blur for Snow, as she rested her head against his chest, while holding a cloth to the knife wound in his side. It wasn't bleeding anymore, so that was good and gave her hope that it was minor. He was lucid and had a clear head, so she was sure they'd be on their way home soon. She texted Regina to tell her they were okay and she had texted back, saying she was going to close up and drive the kids home, promising to stay with them until they got there. She couldn't wait to tell their babies that their daddy was back. Come to think of it, there were other things she couldn't wait for and one of those was getting her husband alone. As if sensing her thoughts, which she was sure he did, considering they were damn near telepathic, he smiled coyly at her and kissed her forehead. A million other things were still running through her head though. For some reason, it seemed both she and Charming remembered everything about the night of the curse, except anything concerning Emma. Those memories still seemed to be blocked and that scared her. Not knowing where one of their babies was or what had happened to her frightened her to the core. She knew he felt the same and felt him squeeze her hip. At least she was no longer alone in any of this. She had her husband back and now her best friend too. They would figure this out...she had hope now.

Rogers dropped them off and they went into the hospital, hand in hand. He had called Dr. Aeson on the way and asked again for her discretion. She had told them to go to exam room four on the fifth floor and so they did, anxiously awaiting a daughter that wouldn't know them. But that didn't matter. Just seeing her would bring them both comfort.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Jenna said, as she entered the exam room.

"No problem...thanks for agreeing to do this," David replied.

"Oh...you're not alone. You know, I usually can't treat patients with others in the room, unless they're a spouse or family," she mentioned. David nodded and still held her hand.

"It's okay...she's my wife," he stated. Jenna's brow furrowed, as she looked at his chart.

"But it says here that you're a widower," she responded. He sighed.

"Yeah...it's really difficult to explain and it's going to sound crazy, but that file is wrong. She's my wife and she's not dead," David said. Jenna looked at the other dark haired woman.

"You're telling me that you're Margaret Nolan? Because I remember that story in the paper. Margaret Nolan was killed when Professor Jenkins drove his car off a cliff with her in it," Jenna recalled. Snow sighed.

"I know...it's really complicated. But he's right. I'm his wife and I'm not dead," she responded. Jenna sighed and put the clipboard down.

"Okay...I want the whole story or I'm walking out this door and you can find another doctor," she said sternly. They exchanged a glance and started explaining what the could, minus the things about the curse.

~*~

Jacinda entered their apartment that evening and tiredly dropped her bag on the floor. It smelled wonderful, but that wasn't unusual, for her best friend was a fantastic cook. But when she spied the mounds of flour, sugar, and ingredients sitting just outside the kitchen, she knew something was up.

"What's going on?" she asked her best friend, as she peered into the kitchen.

"I'm making my famous beignets," Sabine answered.

"I see that...by why does it look like you are making them in bulk?" Jacinda questioned.

"Because we are making them to sell and if everything goes as it should, it will put us on the path to financial freedom," her best friend answered.

"Okay...but you and I have day jobs. When and where are we going to sell these?" Jacinda asked.

"From your restaurant," Sabine answered simply.

"Sabine...if my boss finds out, he'll fire me," Jacinda argued.

"He won't find out. Victoria thinks she can raise our rent and push us out. We're going to show her differently," Sabine responded.

"Where did you get the money to buy all these ingredients?" Jacinda inquired.

"Don't freak out. I used the rent money...but we'll make it all back, ten fold," Sabine reasoned.

"You used the rent money?!" Jacinda exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Relax...we can do this. Please help...this will work," Sabine pleaded. Jacinda sighed.

"If it doesn't, we're screwed," she reminded. Sabine smiled.

"All the more reason for you to help. Come on," she pleaded again. Jacinda rolled her eyes.

"I really hope you're right," she said, as he rolled up her sleeves and prepared to help.

~*~

As they finished their abridged explanation, Jenna stared at them like her head was spinning.

"That's some story," the doctor mentioned, as she patched David's minor wound.

"We know what it sounds like, but it's all true," Mary insisted. Jenna chuckled.

"Yeah, it would have to be. I'm not sure you could make that up," she joked.

"So...you're the woman I did the DNA test on?" Jenna surmised.

"Yes...and I want to thank you for that. Without that, David wouldn't have been able to prove that Mr. Stavros isn't my brother and would have locked me up again. Not to mention that he would have sent my son off to boarding school overseas," she replied.

"I'm glad I could help...it just seems like this Mr. Stavros is willing to go through a lot of trouble to hurt the two of you," she mentioned.

"Let's just say...I got on his bad side when I exposed him for doing illegal things years ago and he paid me back, ten fold, by taking away my family," David said vaguely.

"So there was no crazy Professor?" Jenna asked.

"Oh there was...but I somehow survived that accident, but with amnesia. Stavros got to me first before David could find me though and locked me up," Mary explained. Jenna shook her head.

"And you don't want people to know that you're really Margaret Nolan yet?" she asked, trying to understand.

"The less attention, the better. He already sent a thug after our daughter and until I can prove it was him...it's for the best. He may still try to come after us as it is," David said.

"Well, as with the first situation, you can be confident in my discretion," she promised.

"Thank you...but I want you to be careful too. Your discretion is for your own protection. I don't want that man coming after you too," Mary said, as she took the other woman's hands. But then she realized what she had just done on instinct and awkwardly pulled away.

"I'm sorry...we just don't want anything bad to happen to you either. Please be careful," Mary implored. Jenna looked at them both, unable to shake the feeling that they were familiar somehow.

"Thank you...I'll be careful. I promise," she said, as she picked up David's chart.

"Just make sure you change his bandage in the morning, but the knife wound is superficial so it should be fine in a day or so," Jenna said.

"Thanks again," David said. She nodded and left them, as Snow sighed.

"She probably thinks I really do belong in that mental hospital," she lamented.

"Hey...no, even without her memories, she would never think that," he admonished.

"And you don't have to worry about our little angel...because I've already put an undercover detail on her," he added. She smiled. He always did everything in his power to protect them. She melted into him, as he put his arms around her.

"I still can't believe it...I'm afraid that I'm going to close my eyes and you'll forget me again," she confessed. He kissed her forehead and then her lips, before pillowing her against his chest.

"I hate that man for what he did to us...to you, but I'm here now, my darling and I'm not going anywhere," he promised, before kissing her again.

"Come on...let's go home," he said. She smiled and hooked her hand on his elbow, as they headed out to meet Rogers to get a ride home. She leaned her head against his arm and knew they still had so much to figure out. But the road ahead was no longer as daunting as it was, for she had him back and she knew they could do anything together.

~*~

Enchanted Forest 3

After stopping the curse, time seemed to pass in a blur for Henry and Ella. They helped Tiana and Eudora rebuild their Kingdom, which Lady Tremaine had nearly brought to ruin. Tiana was crowned Queen and Henry and Ella married a couple years after that. Their family from Storybrooke attended both occasions, though for those from Storybrooke, mere months passed, while it was years in the magical forest that Henry had come to call home.

In that time, peace reigned in both Storybrooke and Tiana's Kingdom. Not long after Henry and Ella were married, they welcomed their daughter Lucy and it was a joyous occasion once again for their family, one that both Snow and Charming were present for. And though time did not pass the same in both realms, they watched their great granddaughter grow up with pride. By the time Lucy was ready to turn eight, barely two years had passed in Storybrooke, but the whole family planned to attend the event at Tiana's palace just as they did every year. But this year, there would be even more to celebrate…

"Okay...keep your fingers crossed," Aphrodite told Alice, as they prepared to enact yet another spell, hoping to cure Killian's poisoned heart.

"I don't know why...nothing ever works," Alice said dejectedly.

"Starfish...this is going to happen," Killian told her, as he stood a safe distance away with Emma and Rumple.

"Why is this time any different?" Alice questioned.

"Because Belle and I traveled to the edge of realms for the ingredients for this spell. This time...it's going to work," Rumple insisted. Alice softened at that. She had developed a special bond with Rumple when he began teaching her to control and use her magic, along with Emma and Regina's assistance.

"Yes...Hermes was confident that this will be the one too. The edge of realms if a very unique place. If anything is going to cure his heart, it would likely be something from there," Aphrodite agreed, as her hands glowed.

"It doesn't do any good if we don't have that all important ingredient of truest love mixed blood," Regina mentioned.

"Sorry we're late!" Snow called, as she and David arrived, hand in hand, out of breath and looking a bit disheveled.

"Seriously?" Emma complained. Regina rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, you two, it's the middle of the day," she chided.

"Yeah like the time of day is going to stop us," David joked, as he put his arms around Snow's waist from where he was standing behind her. Her cheeks colored, as he smiled at her slyly.

"Okay...we don't need anymore mental visions than we're already scarred with," Emma griped, as they stepped toward the cauldron where the spell was brewing. Aphrodite had already added the special healing root that they had found in the edge of realms. Snow carefully pricked her finger and then Charmings, letting drops of their mixed blood fall gently into the billowing cauldron. There was a poof of white smoke, which was a good sign and the mixture turned an iridescent color.

"Now...we just need to cleanse the heart," Aphrodite said. Killian braced himself, as she extracted his heart from his chest as gently as possible and dropped it into the cauldron. He felt a little lightheaded and David and Emma steadied him, as the spell worked to cure him. Finally, the smoke fell away and the spell dissipated, as she extracted his heart from the cauldron.

"Well?" Regina asked the Goddess, who smiled.

"The poison is gone…" she announced, as she put it back in his chest. Killian looked up and then at Alice, as he opened his arms. But she was afraid to go near him still.

"It's okay, starfish," he urged.

"He's right...it's okay," Jade added, as she prodded her girlfriend forward. She did so and Killian pulled her into a hug, with no pain or discomfort.

"Papa...you're cured!" she exclaimed. He laughed and hugged her tightly.

"I don't know how to thank you...everyone…" he said, as choked up a bit. Snow swiped a tear away, as David held her close.

"We're just so glad you can hug your daughter again. I can't imagine what it would be like not to be able to do that," Snow sniffed, as she hugged Emma.

"Looks like we're going to have more than just Lucy's birthday to celebrate this year," David added, just as portal opened up and deposited Leo back in Storybrooke. Snow smiled, as they ran to greet their son with hugs.

"I missed you too, Mom. I was only gone two weeks," he teased. She smiled.

"I know, but you know me. I always miss my babies. How is Elsa?" she asked. He grinned.

"Amazing," he said, as he glowed with that look of love that she knew all too well.

"I thought she was coming back with you?" David asked.

"She was...with Anna and Kristoff, but they had a minor matter of state to deal with first, so they're going to meet us at Tiana's palace in a few days. I left them a couple beans," he explained.

"Well...I say we all go to Granny's to celebrate," Snow said. They agreed and in just a few days, they'd be leaving to visit Henry and celebrate Lucy's eighth birthday…

~*~

Hyperion Heights

When they arrived home, Regina was waiting for them, but the kids were already asleep as it was getting late.

"Hey...thanks for bringing them home," Snow said.

"Are you kidding? I loved it...I missed them both so much," Regina replied and then realized what she had said aloud. David smiled.

"It's okay...you're not the only one that woke up tonight," he revealed. She gasped and hugged them both.

"How?" she asked.

"I'm not sure...I was already having dreams about the past. I guess my thing is getting injured always brings back the memories," he joked.

"Wait...how did you get yours back?" he asked.

"Oh yeah...I ran out of the bar before you could tell me," Snow added.

"Ah well...that was our friend Ivy Belfry or should I say Drizella Tremaine," Regina said. Gods...how was she going to tell them what she remembered and they clearly didn't.

"Wait...why would she want you to get your memories back?" David questioned. Regina shrugged.

"I'm not sure what her ploy is exactly..." Regina said, as she looked at them and how they glowed with happiness. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin that. She knew she had to, but not tonight. No, she was going to give them this night and tomorrow with their youngest children. They deserved that. The reality of what she needed to tell them needed to be revealed, but first she wanted to see if someone else was awake. She suspected he was and if that were the case, it only made sense for the four of them to team up.

"It's hard to say with her," Regina added.

"Regina...what aren't you telling us?" Snow inquired and Regina met her eyes.

"It's complicated and it's getting late. It's nothing that can't wait until tomorrow," she replied, as she quickly made her exit.

"That was weird," David muttered.

Snow cocked her head curiously and then shrugged. Normally, she would insist that Regina tell them whatever she needed to, but to be honest, she had been waiting a very long time for this moment. She shivered, as she felt the heat from his body behind her. She nearly wept, as she felt his lips on the nape of her neck and his arm that hooked around her waist. She turned in his arms and crushed her lips against his.

"Since the moment I woke up in that mental hospital and realized we were cursed again, I dreamed of this moment. For two long years," she cried, as he swept her into his arms and carried her purposefully toward the bedroom. They would be getting very little sleep and neither of them cared in the slightest.

Once they were sequestered in the bedroom, they undressed each other with quiet intensity and the passion that had been brewing between them was finally unleashed. Their first bout of lovemaking was intense and desperate, with her writhing beneath his hard body, as he pumped feverishly into her. But on this night, one bout was far from enough and a second ensued closely after the first, this time with Snow riding atop him almost frantically, driving him into her body with sensual gallops. She had been without him for two years and she was determined that their lovemaking would continue all night. It wouldn't make up for the absence of the last two years, but it was definitely a start. She was sure they were running on pure adrenaline by their third bout of sex. But it did not stop them from making love again, though this time was much slower and with a soul searing intensity.

As he sank into her again, she hummed in pleasure and slid her hands into his hair, gently running her fingers through it. They stared into each other's eyes and their shared heart pounded in sync. No words were spoken, but their eyes and heart spoke volumes. For them, this went far beyond physical and always had. They had always been so in tune with each other; a love that had always been on another level than most and that not even a curse could tear asunder. Being one in heart and mind already made their connection awe-inspiring. So when they became one in body too, it was nothing short of purely magical and almost ethereal. His thrusts this time were slow and languid, as he glided deeply into her each time.

She lay writhing beneath his undulating body, legs splayed around him. With every thrust, he hit her sweet spot and slowly pushed her to the edge. As she neared her climax, her mewls grew in volume and she raked her nails along his naked back, as her entire body trembled beneath him. He had her right at the edge and her cries became whimpers, as her body begged to come. She was beside herself, her mind clouded in the ecstasy that was him taking her. His slow lovemaking was expertly extending her pleasure in a way only he could do for her. Charming was an expert in all things Snow and her pleasure was his delight. He could make love and fuck her for eternity and she would never get enough of this man.

And she was determined to have him for eternity, despite that they had just been separated yet again by a curse. But he had found her again and she finally felt alive once more.

Without Charming, there was nothing but misery for her, as dramatic as it sounded. No one but them could quite understand what it was to be them though, but then no one really knew what it was like to be with someone who literally shared half of your heart. No one else knew what it was like to hear the beating of your own heart inside the chest of another. It was a level of intimacy that was unmatched. Even when they weren't making love, their intimacy with just simple looks and touches was almost indecent to gaze upon. So it was no wonder that sex between them was mind blowing and beyond anything that should be possible. But that was just them. Snow and Charming. Two halves of one whole. Her pleasure was his and his was hers.

And watching her come apart in his arms was a delight he would never get tired of. Snow...beautiful Snow, emerald eyes dark with love and lust for him...only for him. Red lips parted, as short pants of air were inhaled and exhaled. Her body writhing and glistening with perspiration, her back arching and aching for his touch. Her round, full breasts pressed against his chest and the moan she made when he put his hands or lips on them was one he wanted to hear forever. But the best part...thrusting inside her. It was an indescribable pleasure that he would never take for granted and a great satisfaction to know that he would be the only one to ever be inside her; that it was him that made her dripping wet and cry out wantonly. Gliding into her slickness with slow pumps and feeling her tightness clenching around his cock, quaking and begging for release, was a feeling he wanted to feel for eternity and would.

"Charming…" she whimpered, as she teetered on the edge still and her teeth grazed his neck where she had marked him again.

"Oh baby please…" she cried, begging to come. He could never resist such a command and gripped her hips, gently angling her and thrust sharply into her. Changing the angle and pace only increased the volume of her cries, for Snow was never quiet when being fucked. He was close too...it was almost painful, as he slammed into her, abandoning his slow pace for much faster one, rocking the whole bed as he did. When her orgasm finally hit, he swallowed her scream with his kiss and she moaned into his mouth, as her body trembled violently. When he finally released her lips, she was starting to come down and lay sated, as her husband sought his own. He was only seconds behind her and she felt completion, as he erupted inside her, singing her name as he always did.

When he finally pulled himself from her depths, she almost whimpered at the loss. Their need for each other was akin to their need for air and always had been.

After, simply held each other in the afterglow, marveling at how they were here again finally. Another curse, but their love had broken through again, as it always did. This time though, they weren't just in a new land. They weren't isolated with just their people this time. They were surrounded in a large city with people from this land that thought they were just stories. That thought magic wasn't real and that true love was a thing of fairy tales. But they were quite real and here in this city, in the past, no less and neither of them of them could surmise at how they were going to break this curse, much less return to a future Storybrooke. But for now that didn't matter in the moment. They were together, as they were meant to be again and that gave them comfort, despite all the uncertainty they were facing.

"I'm so sorry, my darling," he whispered finally, as they lay spooned together. She quirked her eyebrows and turned to face him.

"For what, my love?" she asked, as he gently caressed her beautiful face, wondering how he had survived the last two years without this.

"I keep promising you no more separations and it just seems to be that one promise I'm not able to keep to you," he replied. She tilted her head and kissed his forehead.

"Charming...none of this is your fault," she admonished. He nodded.

"I know...but it still doesn't change the fact that it happened again," he lamented.

"They took our babies away from us...or tried to. If it hadn't been for Summer's bubble, we have no idea where Bobby and Summer would have ended up," she said, shuddering at that.

"I remember Regina pleading with her to use her bubbles...and we were all crying. Leo and Eva were there...but where was Emma?" he wondered. She looked at him tearfully.

"I don't know...that's what scares me so much, Charming. What have we blocked out? Where is Emma?" she wondered, as he cupped her face in his hands.

"I don't know...but we will find her, I promise," he said, as he kissed her forehead. She relished his arms around her and they finally allowed pure exhaustion to take them.

~*~

Roni stormed into the Hyperion Heights precinct and past the desk Sergeant, despite him calling out to her. She found Weaver's office and barged in.

"Good evening to you too, Roni. To what to I owe this unexpected and rather rude visit?" he quipped.

"Cut the crap, Gold," she hissed.

"Gold?" he questioned in confusion, making her roll her eyes with a sigh.

"Look...you might as well just drop the act. I'm awake and so is David now. And we both know Snow has been awake for a while too. It's time the four of us work together to figure this out," she said, as Weaver stood up and turned his back to her, just as Cassidy Gold poked his head in.

"Oh...sorry, I didn't know you were with someone. I need to talk to you," he said.

"Come in...whatever you need to say can be said in front of this woman," Weaver replied, as he entered the office.

"Roni...this is Cassidy Gold, the mole I've embedded in Clayton's security," he introduced. She raised an eyebrow and shook his hand, before looking back at Weaver.

"Cassidy Gold?" she asked in amusement and he shrugged.

"What did you need to see me about?" Weaver questioned.

"Clayton had a pretty intense meeting with his attorney earlier. I couldn't hear everything through the door, but he was definitely irate about something," Cass informed.

"His attorney?" Roni questioned.

"Yes...Mr. Nick Branson. You may be familiar with him under another name though," Weaver said, as he showed her a photo and her eyes widened.

"Jack…" she muttered.

"Uh yeah...so I got the impression Nick had done something that Clayton didn't approve of," Cass added.

"Thank you Mr. Gold...that will be all for now. Return to your post per normal," Gold said, as he handed him a roll of bills and the former thief made his way out.

"The murder David is investigating...this is Jack, isn't it?" Roni asked once he was gone.

"If you're asking if she was one of Gothel's...then yes," Weaver replied, as he showed her the photo. Regina sighed.

"Did you tell them?" Weaver questioned.

"Not yet…" she answered and he made a snarl of frustration.

"You can't coddle them...you need to remind them what happened that night," he growled.

"I know! I know what I need to do! I just thought I'd give them one night together, before I drop that bomb," she growled back and he sighed.

"If Mr. Branson is back to his old ways...then we're all in danger. Anyone with magic. David must be aware of that at least, as he has already put a detail on Dr. Aeson," Weaver said.

"What about Leo?" she asked.

"He's Luke here...and I put a detail on him earlier. Alice as well," he replied.

"Good...and Gothel? She's here somewhere I assume?" Roni asked. He nodded curtly.

"Belfry is playing right into her hands like the fool she is," he replied.

"Then she'll be my next stop...tomorrow," Roni said.

"Tread lightly. Now that so many of us are awake...it is going to raise the stakes," he reminded.

"You mean that now that we're aware...we might all have to accept the fact that we may never see Storybrooke again, at least our Storybrooke," she muttered. He looked at her.

"Let's not go there until we have to," he said quietly and she stood up, as she prepared to go home herself, though she doubted that she would sleep a wink and knew her former mentor wouldn't either.

~*~

The next morning, waking in each other's arms was pure bliss, despite knowing how much they had to still figure out. But it didn't matter, for being together made every problem seem more manageable. Despite their intense reunion the night before, they had engaged in an encore early that morning and were now bathing in the afterglow, but not without laughter.

Snow continued to giggle, as she lay nestled against his chest.

"I can't believe we did that," she said and he laughed.

"I'm just surprised that it hasn't happened before now, but I guess it makes sense. This bed isn't as well built as the one we have back home," he joked.

"Charming...we broke the bed! What are we going to tell the kids when they see this?" she asked. He chuckled.

"They'll be fine...we scarred our older ones and they turned out okay," he teased, as pinched her rear. She playfully smacked his chest.

"You're not taking this seriously," she chided and he laughed harder.

"Not really...I mean, like I said, this should have happened long ago. We just have a better built bed back home," he replied.

"We should be proud of this, you know…we broke the bed during sex. That's goals," he added. She giggled, as their lips met again, before she managed to pull herself away and out of bed.

"Come on...the kids will be up soon. We should make them pancakes and tell them the good news," she said, as she put her underwear back on and then one of his shirts, which she was very long on her and he loved it. She looked incredibly sexy in his clothes. He got up too and put on his sleep pants, along with a sleeveless gray shirt. He put his arms around and kissed the back of her neck, as they stumbled out into the kitchen. She giggled, as their lips met again, before they started getting stuff out to make breakfast. That was how Bobby found them moments later. His mother cooking bacon and whisking eggs, while his father made pancakes.

"Morning Mom," he said, as he sat at the island.

"Morning sweetie," she replied, as she glanced at her husband.

"Morning buddy," David said.

"Morning David," he answered. David finished the pancake he was cooking and then went over to to their son, as he put his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"Not David...Dad," he told him Bobby's eyes widened in surprise.

"Dad?" he squeaked. David nodded and the boy dove into his open arms, making Snow tear up instantly.

"I'm so proud of you," David said, as they finally pulled back. Bobby sniffed.

"For what?" he asked.

"For finding me...for bringing me to your Mother so I could save her from Clayton. We wouldn't be together right now if it wasn't for you being so brave," he replied.

"You really remember?" Bobby asked. David smiled and kissed his hair.

"Yeah...I really do and we're going to find a way to fix everything, I promise," David replied.

"I missed you, Dad," the boy said.

"I missed you too," David replied.

"Daddy...you remember?" Iris asked, as she came down the stairs in her leotard for dance practice later.

"Yeah peanut...I got my memories back," he confirmed, as he hugged her and then she hugged Snow.

"Now...let's have breakfast," he said, as they finished the food and sat down at the table together. They ate together and conversation flowed almost like it would have as if they were back home, despite that they were still missing three family members. Soon, they finished and they were cleaning up when there was a knock at the door. Not really thinking anything about it, Snow answered and the woman behind the door looked incredulously at her with mouth ajar.

"Can I help you?" Mary asked.

"Um...I'm Linda McGowen…this is Mr. Nolan's apartment, right?" she asked.

"Oh yes...you must be here to pick Iris up for practice. She should be down in just a minute," Mary replied, suddenly realizing what she must look like to this woman. She was still wearing David's shirt and they both had sex hair. She had to hold back a laugh, for the disappointment on the woman's face was palpable. Iris hurried down the stairs with her duffel bag and David hugged her.

"We'll pick you up after practice, peanut," he said, as he kissed her head.

"Thanks...bye Daddy," she called, as she hugged Mary at the door.

"Bye sweetie...see you later," she said, as Iris exited the apartment, with the gawking Ms. McGowen following her. Snow giggled and closed the door, as she turned to her husband.

"Oops...I daresay we're about to be the item of gossip among the other parents today," she mentioned. He winced.

"Yeah...we're kind of a dead giveaway on what happened last night," he muttered, as he put his arms around her from behind.

"Mmm...do you think it was the sex hair or me wearing your clothes that tipped her off?" she joked. He chuckled.

"Probably both...but it might have been the hickeys on your neck too," he whispered in her ear, as they swayed together and she spied their son occupied by his hand-held video game.

"We're going to clean up, honey and then we'll go do something," she called, as she led her husband toward the bathroom.

"Okay," Bobby called back, not paying attention to his parents at the moment, which was probably good.

"Are we showering together?" David asked, as she led him there.

"What do you think?" she countered playfully, as the bathroom door closed...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #OC Charmings #season 7 #AU #Snowing centric season 7 #Hyperion Heights #Roni #Rogers #Weaver #Glass Believer #romance #adventure #finding you always #the epic continues

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yoonqified · 7 years ago

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(Un) - Planned Parenthood - Part 1

Word Count: 4.2k

Rating: PG - 13

Warnings: Swearing and Tae being a dick

Summary: The clinic visit.

You might be wondering how I got here. Sitting in a clinic at nine in the morning with my two best friends on either side of me and my worst enemy across the room as he bites on his fingernails and shakes his leg from how nervous he was. As for me? I'm quite calm. In some situations, some women are probably smiling with excitement, or crying as their 15 year old daughter's name is being called into the back room to get checked up. It's not that I was in a "fuck it" mood, but I think I too was shocked at the news I got this morning, and have no way to show my emotions. Before I completely lose you all, I'll halfheartedly explain why I'm here.

*2 weeks ago*

My friends Janine and Ella and I decided to go clubbing on a Wednesday night for some crazy apparent reason. As if we didn't have work the next day. And as we got there, I couldn't help but glance to my left to glare right into Ella's soul when I realized that she had invited a couple more people to our "girl's night out". Kim Taehyung and his pack of friends Jimin and Jungkook. I know that Ella had a thing with Jimin, but I never understood her reason for inviting the other two. I couldn't stand being in the presence of Taehyung, let alone the same room. Just the sound of his name gives me chills of anger throughout my entire body and I swear to you my blood pressure rises every time I see him. He noticed me glaring at him and wasted no time to glare back at me. I know he felt the same hatred towards me as I did for him, and I really wasn't complaining. I sucked in some air and breathed out softly, trying to calm myself down. It's suppose to be a fun night, I'm not going to let him ruin it.

We entered the club and immediately found a booth, and I made sure to let all the girls go in first so that I wasn't stuck in between them and the boys. I was fine sitting at the edge, and had no intention in communicating with the others - especially him.

"So, what do you guys want, drinks are on me." Taehyung said as he got up with a smug smile on his face. Everyone cheered except for me of course. I was too busy rolling my eyes. There he goes again, flailing his money in everyone's faces like if that's going to please us. But by the looks of it, everyone seemed pretty pleased with it. They started shouting out names of different vodkas and beers and I sat there quietly. If they want to order something then that's fine. I'll just... you know... just silently take from that bottle. I can drink anything really. Taehyung suddenly brought his attention to me, and I stared back up at him. The flashing lights of the club would brush against his face at times which gave me a good view of the look on his face. He was staring at me with a blank, annoyed look like if his mom had just made him do a favor for someone he had no intention on doing favors for. Which is kind of half true? I just shrugged, "Whatever they're getting, I guess." He chuckled at my response and turned his head, "I'll be right back."

He left the table and I sat back on the cushioned couch and Janine nudged my shoulder. "What's up with you tonight?"

I looked at her with "did you really just ask me that question" look and she rolled her eyes. "Oh c'mon Y/N, you're not going to tell me that just because he's here, you're going to ruin the night for yourself?"

"I'm not ruining anything! He is!"

"You're so immature."

"I don't even know why he's here! Why did Ella invite him?!" I roughly whispered at Janine, trying not to let the others hear me. Like if they could, though. The music was blasting so loud that the walls shook every time the beat hit.

"You know she had to! She invited Taehyung knowing that he was going to invite Jimin and Jungkook, and you know that Ella has a huge crush on Jimin."

"Why didn't she just invite Jimin then?!"

"You know how shy she is, dude."

I groaned in annoyance and fell back on the cushion crossing my arms.

"Just do this for her, ok? I promise we'll have a real girl's nights out next week." She said with a smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. Janine always had some type of weird voodoo hold on me, and I always fell for her sweet smile. I hated her for that.

Taehyung finally arrived with two bottles of expensive looking vodka and placed them in the middle of the table along with six shot glasses. Jungkook passed them around and Ella poured everyone a drink. "For a great night!" Jimin cheered and everyone smashed their glasses together. They waited for me and I looked around like if they really thought I was going to cheer with them. Janine stepped on my foot and I jumped, sitting up straight and quickly crashed my glass with everyone else. They cheered and yelped with excitement and downed the bitter tasting drink. As for Taehyung and I? We were glaring at each other from across the table as we gulped our drink.

As the night went on, the bottles became emptier and emptier until mister rich decided to buy two more. I really didn't see the reason why. We were all pretty fucked up as it was, and I think we were all on the verge of getting alcohol poisoning if we finished the next two bottles. I sat quietly in the booth playing with my shot glass as Ella had the time of her life with Jimin on the dance floor, and Janine was getting a little too handsy with Jungkook at the table. Taehyung was sitting across from me and I could feel his gaze on me and it was really getting my blood boiling. What the hell is he staring for? I looked up from my glass and made eye contact with him. It felt like a showdown and the vultures were screeching right above us and tumbleweeds were passing by. If he honestly thought I was going to back down, he was wrong. I licked the inside of my cheek and tilted my head to the side, raising an eyebrows as if I was asking him what he wanted. He snickered and rolled his eyes.

He suddenly got up and walked over to me, which completely threw me off. I watched his every move and he ended up standing in front of me. I looked at him with curiosity and he shooed his hand in front of me, "Move." he commanded. I scoffed and turned my head away from him only to be shoved over. "Hey!" I yelped out as I fell on my side on the cushioned seat and immediately sat up. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"I'm bored." He said getting near my ear so that I was able to hear him passed the loud music.

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know, entertain me." He said shrugging.

"Entertain you?"

"Look, I'm not so happy myself having you here, but I came for my boy Jimin because he really likes your friend. I'm also not very happy that I'm stuck with you, but here we are." I could smell the alcohol in his breath as it brushed against my ear and cheek. I hadn't been this close to Taehyung in so long, and I noticed small details in his face had changed since high school and college. He looked more defined and mature.

As I stared at him I pursed my lips together. So he's only here for his friend, too. I sighed and sat down more comfortably brushing my arm against his. We sat there quietly and stared at the people dancing in front of us.

*end of flashback*

To spare you from the horrible, smutty details I'll just say that after quietly sitting next to each other for another 30 minutes while we poured ourselves shot after shot since we didn't want to talk to each other, we ended up on the dance floor with everyone else, and then after that, I don't remember anything. The girls tried telling me that there was a lot of grinding and hip thrusting involved but I was so horrified at my actions that I decided not to listen to it anymore. The next morning I woke up in a bed that was definitely unfamiliar to me, but the naked body laying next to mine, wasn't. Taehyung and I swore that we wouldn't tell anyone about what happened, and although I couldn't remember half of that night, apparently he did, and he remembered everything. Just the thought of Taehyung remembering my naked body and the things we did together in bed makes me want to vomit. Knowing him, he would definitely use it against me one day.

Of course as I did the walk of shame to the uber, the girls were blowing up my phone at 9 in the morning asking where I was, even though they apparently knew exactly where. They teased me for a whole week about how I slept with the one person I hated the most in this whole entire world and I swear to you I was ready to throw myself off a cliff. So much for not letting the others know. You might also be wondering why I hate Kim Taehyung, and that, that I will gladly explain.

I met Kim Taehyung in high school. We were both entering our first years of a place we only heard from older kids. Of course I was excited, I was like 12. Every freshman is excited to enter high school and prepare themselves for the "fun parties" everyone attends, and then end up having to go outside because being around a hundred smelly, sweaty bodies for half the night is unbearable. And then you come home either drunk, high, or all stepped on because apparently when you enter high school you also lose common courtesy and forget the words "excuse me". But anyways, since the first day I met Kim Taehyung, I knew that I was never going to be fond of him. He was the rich, pretty boy of the school, and all the girls were in love with him, of course with the exception of me. I hated the way he bragged about being rich and showed it off whenever he could. He'd bring new expensive cars to school almost every single day and I swear to you he once brought a limo. He was so selfish and cocky and rude and just ugh!

And don't even get me started on how he treated girls. He treated them like toys! He would jump from one girl to another within weeks and each girl was left devastated and heartbroken while he was having the time of his life. During Senior year, I think he got tired of all the girls that threw themselves at him and tried going for the ones who would rather look the other way when he walked by. And who was the only girl that did? Me. It was lunch time, and I was sitting with a friend whose name I completely forgot. He came to sit next to me and literally all eyes were on me. Everyone knew about how I felt about Taehyung, and they were just curious of what I was going to do or say. I noticed his presence, but decided not to pay any attention to it, and continued my conversation with my nameless friend who was having a shit attack at the time as she stared at the snob next to me. He cleared his throat and I cleared mine. I was hoping that if I mimicked and annoyed him, he'd go away, but he never did.

He finally got the courage to tap my wrist and I rolled my eyes when I finally realized that he wasn't going to go away, so I turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Can I help you?" I asked, clearly in an annoyed tone.

He gave me his "dashing" smile and reached his hand out for a hand shake, "I'm Kim Taehyung." he said. Seeing him up close I could see why girls gushed over him. Yes, he was extremely handsome, and the mole on his cheek did compliment his face fairly well, and his deep voice gave me chills, but his personality and the way he decides to live was so unattractive, that it just made him unattractive in general. "I know who you are." I said looking around like if he just really introduced himself to me. I had a few classes with him throughout high school. It's not like I didn't know his name. He uncomfortably chuckled at my response and retrieved his hand slowly when he realized I wasn't going to take it.

"So, Saturday... you and me?"

"You and me what?"

"Y'know, we're going on a date."

I looked at him with knitted eyebrows and annoyance, "We are? I don't remember agreeing to one."

"Well, now you are!" He said smiling.

"No, I'm not."

I was getting completely annoyed and I remember my friend kept nudging my knee with her own as she noticed my rudeness but in all honesty, the only person being rude here was Taehyung. How dare he come and interrupt my conversation just to force me into going on a date with him. And yes, I said force! He was already deciding for me and I wasn't going to let myself.

"C'mon baby, why are you being so harsh?"

The little pet name of his set me off and I fully turned my body towards his. He seemed surprised because he leaned back away from me and watched me with curiosity. "Look kid," I said as I stared straight into his brown orbs, "maybe you can go around and decide for others because you feel like you have the right to just because you have more money than any of us, but you're little game isn't going to slide by me. I've seen the way you treat girls. You date them for a couple of weeks, and then kick'em to the curve when you're done with them. Do you honestly think I'm going to waste my time going on a date with someone like you? If I were you, I'd move along to the next one because I think I'd be the one getting rid of you before you get rid of me. You wouldn't want me to ruin your little reputation, do you?"

"Huh," Taehyung chuckled and licked the inside of his cheek as he looked up to the ceiling. I knew I had gotten his blood to boil, but my blood was boiling too and I was done keeping quiet.

"Are we done here?"

"W-What?"

"Are we done here? I'm tired of talking to you."

He eyed me from head to toe as he continued to lick the inside of his cheek and let out a frustrated sigh, "You truly are something."

"Thank you." I said with an amused smile. And with that, I turned my attention back to my friend and continued my conversation. I knew that on that day I probably made his dick shorten by an inch just with my words, and everyone around clearly heard me, so the way they acted around Taehyung completely changed. The boys were no longer afraid of him, and the girls were more cautious with him. I guess you can say I ruined all of his high school fun, but hey, he was asking for it. Years past and it turned out we went to the same college together, and my thoughts on him never changed. I still found him annoying, and he still found me to be a total bitch.

But things are about to change.

I don't know if I should be mad, sad, or scared. To be honest with you, I'm a little bit of everything. I've probably been sitting in this waiting room for 5 minutes and I feel like it's been an eternity. So many thoughts were running through my head that I couldn't really grasp onto what was going on around me. I just graduated college with a Biology degree and I was ready to work in a lab and go back to school so that I could move up, but is that even going to be possible anymore? What am I going to do? As I continued to silently freak out, I never noticed that both Janine and Ella were nudging me. I snapped out of my trance and I looked up at both at them with a lost look.

"Y/N, you're next.." Janine said.

"W-What?"

"Y/N!"

My head snapped to the nurse calling my name as she stood by the door and she gave me a small smile. "The doctor is ready for you."

My mouth slightly opened but no words came out. I slowly stood up from my seat and my legs instantly felt wobbly. As I slowly trudged my way to the door, I looked around the room and watched everyone in the small room watch me. I could feel them judging me, even though half of them weren't. My throat became dry and when I looked to a certain direction, I met eyes with Taehyung who also looked like he couldn't walk straight, and his once golden caramel toned face was now completely pale. Janine and Ella were still by my side and I hesitantly looked for their arms because I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing.

Once we reached the door, the nurse stood in front of it and her expression changed. "I'm sorry, not all of you can come inside." I looked to my sides and realized that Janine, Ella, Taehyung, and I were standing by the door and I cleared my throat. "H-How many people can come in?"

"We preferably just accept the parents."

Parents.

Janine and Ella let go of my arms and Ella rubbed my shoulders, "We'll be outside if you need anything, babe. Ok?"

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Ok, follow me!" The nurse said and started walking down the hall that was through the door. I bit my bottom lip and followed her with Taehyung right behind. I could feel my heart beating in my throat and my hands were getting sweaty as we continued walking down the endless hallway. The only thing that I could hear were my footsteps and my heavy breathing. I looked over my shoulder and eyed Taehyung. He was looking forward with the same blank stare hes had all day. The nurse finally stopped at an open door and gestured us to walk in. "The doctor will be right with you." And with that she closed the door. I wobbled my way to the exam table and sat down as Taehyung sat in a chair right next to it.

I stared at the ground and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Taehyung.. please tell me you wore a condom.." I said, finally speaking up and looking over at him. My voice was weak and trembling with fear, but I just had to make sure this wasn’t a mistake. His eyes were also glued to the floor and he slowly shook his head. I let out another shaky breath and closed my eyes, "Please tell me you at least pulled out..."

"....No.." His response was silent, and his deep voice was shaking from how nervous he was. I felt my heart fall to my ass and the lump in my throat grew when I heard his answer. This can't be happening. This really can't be happening.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and both of our heads snapped up as we watched the doctor come in with a clipboard in his hands. He had a smile on his face, and I truly wish I could smile too, but I just couldn't.

"Y/N, is it?"

"Y-Yes." I responded.

"Awesome! Well Y/N, I'm Dr. Jung Hoseok and I will be following up with your check ups!"

"Check ups?"

"Yes!"

I shifted in my seat and looked up at him with eyes of concern. I think he got the point and noticed the way Taehyung and I looked completely freaked out and he pursed his lips together before nodding his head as he sat down on the stool next to the computer. "I'm assuming you still want the clear results."

"Yes, sir." Taehyung responded back. I looked at him surprised with the way he answered. I never heard Taehyung talk with respect and complete seriousness, but I know that right now isn't the right time to mess around.

"So, you came in and you were given a urine cup, correct?"

I nodded.

"We ran some tests and only one out of all of them came out positive."

Jesus lord just please tell me I have a freaking STD or something.

"You are pregnant, Y/N. About 2 weeks actually."

I can hear Taehyung sighing in frustration, but it sounded distant. I felt my whole body going numb and that weird tingling sensation ran through my hands. I sat there silently as I made eye contact with Dr. Jung, trying to process everything. Before I had came here, I had been feeling sick all week and kept throwing up everything I ate. Being pregnant never crossed my mind until Janine spoke up. She had asked when was the last time I had sex, and with who. I knew where she was heading and I just laughed it off, but as the day went on, I became paranoid and started to actually question it myself. I couldn't handle it anymore, so I left to the drug store at around six in the morning today and bought two tests.

I cried once I read the results. Of course they were both positive. If they were negative I wouldn't be here! I lived with Janine and Ella in a roommate house and I called them into my room once I was able to calm myself down. Ella suggested we'd come here, and while I got ready, Janine had called Taehyung. I didn't expect him to come to be honest with you. I expected him to quickly hang up the phone and throw it over a bridge and move to Mexico. But no. He came over within seconds and the look on his face was unreadable.

"What are our options?"

The question pulled me back into reality and my gaze flew down to Taehyung as he leaned his elbows on his knees and tapped his finger on his chin. The doctor cleared his throat at the sudden question and scratched the back of his head. "Well..."

"What do you mean options, Taehyung?" I snapped out before the doctor was even able to say something. He quickly got up and gathered his things, "I'll give you guys a minute." Once he stepped out, Taehyung stood up and walked to stand in front of me. "You can't be seriously telling me you want to keep it?"

"Well, why not?"

"Y/N!"

"What options are you thinking about, Taehyung?!" I wanted him to say it. I wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth. They were all I needed to get out of this room and never see him again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Then say it! Go ahead!"

"I'm not going to argue with you over something like this!"

"Oh, so what? You're just going to act like everything is ok? Like I don't have a fucking baby inside of me?!"

"It's not a baby yet, ok?" he said through gritted teeth.

His phone suddenly started ringing and he groaned in annoyance as he pulled it out if his pocket before shoving it back in. "I have to go to work. Fix this." And with that, he stormed out of the room, leaving me in a daze as I sat on the exam table. The doctor walked in once again and eyed me with pity filled in his look. "What's the plan, Ms. Y/N?" he asked in a soothing tone. I pursed my lips together as I felt my eyes water.

"H-How... how does an... abortion work...?"

Author’s Note - I hope you guys enjoyed! :’)

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ships-sailing-in-the-night · 7 years ago

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LUCIFER: WHAT WOULD LUCIFER DO?

We are now back to our regularly scheduled programming…

This week’s episode seemed to focus on the question of change. Are people actually capable of real change or are they just denying who they really are? This is the question Lucifer brings up when our case of the week takes place at Firehawk, a reform camp for troubled youth. We seem to have a dead camp counselor and it sure as heck looks like one of the youths did her in and it’s really hard to dispute a tool belt with a missing murder weapon that’s assigned to a pupil by the name of Tyson Chase. Lucifer is positive that he did it because, obviously, people don’t change. But after some very Lucifer-esque persuasion in the form of almost speeding off a cliff in a car (which Tyson was stealing, for old times sake), followed by the very near death experience of dangling over the cliff’s edge from an open car door, the guy talks. Tyson claims that he loved Emily and wanted her to leave with him now that he was 18 and no longer had to stay at the camp. According to Tyson, Emily was struggling with a resident she was on the brink of expelling and was afraid to leave the camp. Perhaps Lucifer was right that people don’t really change.

Despite differing opinions about Tyson’s guilt, Det. Chloe Decker cuts him loose but not before Lucifer seems to scare him straight. Incensed that he was acting as a good influence on Tyson, Lucifer decides to be at bad influence at the camp. It’s also an attempt to further prove his point. What’s the most logical thing for Lucifer to do? Discuss selling drugs, obviously, which leads to unintentionally stumbling into a massive drug operation on the camp. Resident/camper Carly appears to be running the joint (pun not intended) and after being arrested and a discussion with her lawyer/father, decides to spill what she knows about seeing Tyson burying something at the camp. So while being on the brink of expulsion, Carly has the rock solid alibi of video chatting with her boyfriend at the time. Makes sense that she would have computer privileges. Wait, what? Something seems wrong here… Using Lucifer’s logic of people don’t really change, Decker thinks something’s up with the owner, Jerry Blackcrow. Why else would a bad resident have computer privileges? Chloe and Lt. Pierce head to Firehawk and proceed to get shot at by Blackcrow, who shoots Lt. Pierce and gets away in his truck. Lt. Pierce is fine but Blackcrow isn’t so lucky. He’s later found by Lucifer while attempting to get some cash and flee. Lucifer almost kills him but Amenadiel shows up: Our wingless angel reminds Lucifer that he’s not evil, just a punisher of evil, which seems to sway Lucifer because later we find Blackcrow beaten up and hog-tied, but very much alive. Case closed.

BROTHERLY LOVE?

After coming to the realization that Lucifer is Amenadiel’s task to regain his powers, Amenadiel is struggling to find out exactly what he’s supposed to do with Lucifer. Does he help him? Teach him? Learn from him? Lucifer proposes that Amenadiel spend time “Walking a mile in Lucifer’s shoes” – his clothes, his social media apps, the whole shebang, really – in order to really learn “How to Lucifer.” Things don’t really go well for Amenadiel and despite looking absolutely fabulous in Lucifer’s attire, he ends up in jail. It might have something to do with not realizing that the one woman who has agreed to sleep with him (after failing so spectacularly with two others) was a prostitute. Thankfully, the watch commander was Dan’s old training officer: strings are pulled and Amenadiel is sprung from the big house.

Later, Amenadiel and Dan are having drinks at Lux and after thanking him again, Amenadiel is given another revelation when Dan says, “We all need someone to have our backs every now and then.” Has Amenadiel figured out what he’s supposed to be doing? Perhaps, but when Amenadiel professes his realization to Lucifer, he’s met with scorn and derision. Some pretty strong and hateful things come out of Lucifer’s mouth including Amenadiel being a disgraced failure of an angel, but Amenadiel just smiles and says not to shoot the messenger. Ahh, angelic grace.

CH-CH-CHANGES

You know that general rule of thumb as kids that if a boy is mean to a girl, it’s usually because he actually likes you? Ella seems to be picking up on some crazy vibes between Chloe and Lt. Pierce. While it might seem like it’s just Ella being Ella, she might actually have some other sense when it comes to these things. Don’t get me wrong, the new lieutenant is still being a mean and judgy jerk, especially after flat out denying Chloe the union rep position. All Chloe wants is a little professional respect instead of being told off by Lt. Pierce whenever Lucifer does something Lucifer-like and she’s not supportive. This all comes to a head when Lt. Pierce decides to ride with Chloe to the camp to question Blackcrow. Lt. Pierce reveals that not only does he trust Chloe, but she’s one of his best. He denied her the union rep job because it’s for has-beens (but he nominated Dan for the post. Burn!) and he came along to see her in action firsthand. It’s in the middle of Chloe’s perspective change about Lt. Pierce that bullets start to fly and Marcus shoves Chloe out of the way, catching a bullet meant for her. Having left Lucifer at the scene, Chloe is – understandably – a little flustered during her hospital visit with the lieutenant; it’s hard to be mad at someone who just called you his best detective AND saved your life. Maybe Ella knows what’s up after all?

Over in Lucifer’s little world, not only is he hurt that the detective left him to go check on Lt. Pierce, but he’s almost ashamed (and definitely disappointed) that he wasn’t there for her when she needed help. Amenadiel suggests that perhaps the reason Lucifer beat Blackcrow so badly is that Lucifer was punishing himself instead of the human. Why? Because he wasn’t there for Chloe and he cares about her. This is a pretty big deal because, if Amenadiel is right, it means that Lucifer has changed from the old Lord of Hell. Of course, Lucifer is dismissive but something in his eyes tells me Amenadiel is onto something

ODDS AND ENDS

Would you rather have a single malt cappuccino or a single malt latte? It’s Lucifer’s treat.

Lucifer gets irked about kids at the ranch getting wings for good work. Gee, I wonder why…

“Reach for the unexpected and allow yourself to be surprised, like crisps and chocolate. The result can be quite pleasing.” (Lucifer, who coming down from his high at the ranch and working through his munchies)

“Parents, am I right?” – Lucifer (if I was still a teenager…)

There’s a quick jab at Coachella that I can’t not enjoy.

After complaining about Lt. Pierce, Ella suggests that Chloe pay attention to his actions, not his words. That’s one wise forensics gal and applicable everywhere. She gives the best life advice.

That moment when Lt. Pierce says he sees why Lucifer is so affected by Chloe and it’s because she’s special. Should we be reading something into this?

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allthunderandnorain · 6 years ago

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Spent the weekend walking.

Woke up at quarter to six on Saturday and watched the most insane sunrise I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen many sunrises. We drove along the coast, on a road with a steep cliff drop on one side, as the sun rose, red and orange, setting the sky on fire. It looked like a renaissance painting. An epic start to the day. Almost as good a sex.

Then we walked. And walked. And walked. A total of 25 miles in a single day. Along some of the most insane terrain, with huge cliffs and rolling hills, and fields filled with rapeseed flowers.

I was tired by the evening. Physically exhausted, and it felt amazing. Ella said something when we were walking together, “I’d much rather be in physical pain than mental anguish.” And I think I agree. I like physical pain, I like the way it makes me feel. It wakes me up and gets my heart racing. I feel the same about fear, I think I’ve said it before, being afraid for my life is not necessarily a bad thing. It feels good to be afraid of falling, I like the feeling of the high consequences. But being anxious is a different type of fear, its a fear of everything. And its so much worse. Bring on the fight or flight any day.

I think I like being exhausted because I like the feeling of being sleepy, and just wanting to completely melt into my bed as soon as I get in it. I’m the kind of person that never really has any trouble sleeping. Its something that’s always come really easily to me. I can sleep really deeply and for a long time, and when I wake up I never tend to be grumpy or angry. Maybe when I was younger but not anymore.

I was incredibly hungry at the end of the first day, and I really love the feeling of being hungry. I like the emptiness, it feels like a reward. Which I know is a bad thing, something left over from the days when I used to do dumb shit like not eating for days, but it hard to shake the pleasure I get from it. I don’t know. Even having walked 25 miles I still felt incredibly guilty eating dinner, or eating some slices of bread.

Its strange I haven’t felt like this about myself for a long time. I feel like I’m eating way too much, and that putting anything at all into my body is bad. When I look in the mirror all I see is chubbiness, which I know is stupid because I’m not really chubby, but I’ve definitely put on weight, especially at the tops of my thighs and on my stomach. None of that is bad in itself though. People’s bodies change all the time, and I have been doing less cardio since the end of last year, and I am much stronger now that I’ve ever been before, but all the same part of me still values skinniness and being bony.

On the Sunday we left pretty early again, but we were able to eat breakfast at the hotel, and they had one of those conveyor-belt toasters that makes the toast crispy on the outside and soft in the middle, and the perfect temperature to melt butter (vegan of course). So I had toast and fruit and it was lovely, and I didn’t have to eat an energy bar, thank god, because I’ve eaten so many recently I think I’m going off them.

The second day of walking was much harder than the first, and my knee was really swollen and painful, and Ella’s feet were absolutely covered with blisters, so the two of us were slowing the Saab Squad down. So much so that at the second checkpoint Matt told us we should get in the car and be driven to the next one so we could start walking before everyone else, while Jack and Alex carried on. And that’s what we did.

We started again from this really lovely pub, and we walked, just the two of us, for the rest of the time. At one point we had to get a passenger ferry across the river, and it was so cute, it was a small wooden boat with sailing flags hanging all over it, and it took us across to a tiny town that was built surrounding a steep main road (single lane), with colorful buildings. It was nice walking with just her, slowly and steadily, taking breaks when we needed, and stopping occasionally to look at the view. I feel like I got to know her better, and she’s really lovely. Funny too.

We crossed the finish line together, got our medals and our photo taken. I can’t wait to see what we actually look like. Not good I’m guessing. Sweaty and tired, but smiling.

I’m at home now, and I’m so tired, but I’m going to the gym in a bit, so I don’t feel so guilty for my lack of productivity today, and all the weird stuff I’ve eaten that I feel bad about. I’m in a super weird mood, I feel kind of void of emotions, I think I miss Wales, and the flat. Being at home is really stressful, and I miss having my own space. I also feel weird about Oscar. Not in a bad way or anything, I still really like him, he’s sweet and gentle, and all that wonderful stuff, but I’m a super hot and cold person, and I know I am. I’m very emotional and I make rash decisions based on how I’m feeling at any particular time. I’m trying to get better at it, and think through things more logically, but even so, its hard to change the way you feel, its more changing how I view it instead I guess.

It’s not his fault, but I think its partly because we haven’t really been speaking for the past four days. I know he’s busy doing his thing, and I’ve been busy doing mine. I think that sometimes I’m just vulnerable and need to be shown validation, but I don’t say anything about it, so inside I get disappointed and I feel let down. But its definitely a me thing.

It almost always is.

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victorineb · 8 years ago

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Fic Recs Mega Post

Whenever I write one of these posts I’m struck by the sheer amount of incredible writing talent in this little fandom of ours. It is quite astonishing, and it’s a privilege to get to read all of this wonderful work. Below there’s a small selection of the fantastic stuff I’ve been reading recently, featuring gods, monsters and feral jungle men - and that’s just for starters!

Storms (series) by @lovecrimevariations (KareliaSweet): This frankly astonishing series starts out in barnstorming but fairly innocuous style in Where Are The Storms I Was Promised, in which Will Graham, famous monster hunter, is called to deal with the Wendigo that’s been terrorising an entire town. And then it proceeds, over the course of a further six instalments, to document the beautiful, bloody, often painful course of the relationship between Will and Hannibal, constantly deepening and recontextualising the ‘verse as it goes. Reading this series is almost like watching a really good magic trick – every time you think you’ve got its measure, it pulls something new and surprising out of its hat. And it’s not just flash and sparkle either, the writing is utterly beautiful, the characters are perfectly captured and it is both deeply funny and enormously moving (I was genuinely weepy a number of times throughout). Plus, it also features a majestic, powerful, do-not-under-any-circumstances-fuck-with incarnation of Bedelia, who is worth the price of admission all by herself. Seriously, she was my favourite part of this whole series and I love it beyond any sense or reason. If you have any love of writing whatsoever, read this series, it is a masterclass.

You’ll be in my heart by @starkaryen: Based on the totally beautiful art (here and here) by @camilleflyingrotten, here Will is a scientist on an expedition to find and study gorillas. Instead, he ends up finding Hannibal, a mostly-feral man who lives in the jungle, has an adopted gorilla family, and takes an immediate shine to Will. Who, because this is Will and Hannibal, finds himself taking a shine right back. And all is rosy in Camp Hannigram, until Jack damn Crawford sticks his nose in (like always) and threatens Hannibal’s way of life. As befits the utterly gorgeous artwork, this fic is just lovely from start to finish. It features a particularly adorable version of Hannibal – the scenes in which he indulges his obsession with Will’s safari hat are nothing short of precious – and a charmingly earnest Will. It’s a simple, innocent bit of loveliness, which is rather refreshing in this dark and sophisticated fandom of ours XD.

(Also, if you’d like a little more Tarzan AU, this time with an A/B/O flavour, check out Hannizan by @hotsauce418, which is just pure filth and utterly wonderful with it XD.)

We, the common by @thelongcon23 (thelongcon): A retelling of the show (and beyond) in omegaverse style, this fic alternates masterfully between Hannibal and Will’s POVs as the omega becomes fascinated, obsessed, and ultimately falls in love with the alpha. The result is that while the course of events remains largely the same (Will still gets framed and gutted, and they still go over the cliff in each other’s arms), others change drastically (the way Will locates Hannibal in Florence, for instance, gets a very clever omegaverse twist). And their relationship after the fall? Well, I can pretty much guarantee you’ve never seen it go down quite like this before. If you’re looking for fluff, I suggest you go elsewhere, but if you’re after passion, intensity, and that terribly Hannigram sense that love and cruelty are not mutually exclusive, this is the fic for you. The writer has a firm grip on the characters’ voices and motivations and is uncompromising and incisive in their betrayal of both. This is not necessarily an easy read (particularly towards the end, when Hannibal gives Will a reckoning of his own) but it is a compelling and fascinating one.

Cookies by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn): Now, those of you who are after some fluff, here’s some of the best around. Tiger’s non-cannibal AU is an absolute treat, full of emotional idiots, kick-ass women and a totally adorable kid (and I don’t say that lightly cos kid!fic ain’t my thing!). It all starts when Will accompanies his daughter Abigail as she goes door-to-door selling cookies for charity and finds himself face to face with the ever-so-handsome Doctor Lecter. And then somehow, before he knows it, Will is agreeing to a date in exchange for Hannibal buying all of Abby’s stock, and soon finding that he might have stumbled into a real relationship. Not that it’s smooth sailing, of course, this is still Hannigram we’re talking about! It is my deep and ardent belief that Hannibal dreams of being a romcom when it grows up and with this utterly charming, romantic, as-sweet-as-its-name-suggests fic, that dream is made a reality. Anyone who’s ever wanted to see Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter fall in love the old-fashioned way (you know, without all those annoying stints in prison and near-fatal injuries), treat yourself and read this fic. I guarantee it will melt even the most dark and twisted of hearts.

Picture Imperfect by @shiphitsthefan: Will Graham is a very special alpha – unlike many of his sex, he can be trusted not to turn into a hormonal animal around omegas. It’s how he’s made his career as a photographer. That is, right up until he’s in a room with concert harpsichordist Hannibal Lecter and everything goes to hell when they scent each other and can barely keep themselves from ripping their clothes off and bonding right there and then. Seems like they’re true mates and it’s only a matter of time before they give into their urges – so Will, being a decent and respectful alpha, has to get this courtship show on the road before that happens. Well, mostly before that happens. Given the UST inherent to the plot, this is every bit as intensely, stupidly hot as you’d hope, but it’s also a really clever, thoughtful exploration of the omegaverse concept, set in a ‘verse in which omegas are the ruling gender, a nice reversal of the usual a/b/o setup. Plus it has an almost indecently adorable version of Hannigram, in which progressive Will and traditionalist Hannibal attempt to conjoin their lives so that they can get on and shag already! Smart and sexy a/b/o is one of our fandom’s greatest strengths and this is truly just an exemplary version of it.

Space Invader II: A Very Darko Sequel by @devereauxsdisease: A sequel to the utterly wonderful Space Invader (and if you haven’t read it, I’m begging you, go remedy that this instant), this return to Dev’s Spacedogs ‘verse sees Adam and Nigel still ensconced in blissful coupledom. So blissful, in fact, that it’s making Darko wonder if he might want some of that relationship stuff for himself. Cue the appearance of a certain sassy lab tech last seen working for the FBI. That’s right, Beverly Katz is alive, in town and about to rock Darko’s world XD. This is just an utter joy to read, stuffed with Dev’s trademark mix of fantastic dialogue, heartfelt emotion and wickedly dirty jokes. And best of all is her way with the characters, all of whom are wonderfully loveable and who work beautifully together. I spent the whole fic marvelling at the way in which these disparate characters come together and feel like they were always meant to be that way – they make a lovely, entertainingly weird family and are never less than an utter delight to spend time with.

Forgemaster by @llewcie: Valhalla Enchanted by way of the Greek gods now, in this peerless piece of sweetness by the lovely Llew. Char and Ella are the new Dionysus and Aphrodite (in this ‘verse, the gods can retire and be replaced) and live like brother and sister, i.e. bickering, winding each other up, pushing each other’s buttons... They particularly like making bets, which winds up with Ella making Char agree to three dates with Hephaestus, being played in this fic by One Eye. Given that One Eye is unsociable, ragged, and constantly dirty from his forge, Char is less than impressed with his companion and says so… somewhat unfortunately within One Eye’s earshot. So when, despite himself, Char finds himself falling for the blacksmith god’s charms, he’s got a lot of work to do to convince One Eye that he’s worth the trouble! Llew has the charm turned up all the way to eleven in this gorgeously frothy, funny little comedy of errors, with a sweetly vain version of Char melting under the steadily growing appeal of One Eye’s gentle strength. If you need cheering up for any reason, this fic should be your first port of call.

Pure Imagination by @constructfairytales (beforethedawn and Destinyawakened): Stranger Things was one of my favourite shows last year (admittedly it’s no Hannibal, but what is?). It was smart and weird, and as an 80s baby it pressed every last one of my nostalgia buttons, from soundtrack to costume design. So, of course, it was with nothing but delight that I started this crossover AU, in which Will is police chief of the town where young Will Byers goes missing and Hannibal is the psychiatrist he brings in to counsel the traumatised community. And I wasn’t disappointed – this is a fantastic blend of Hannibal’s surreal romanticism with the full-on monstery weirdness of the ST ‘verse, with plenty of unexpectedly but pleasingly fluffy Hannigram at the centre of it. Though it follows the basic plot of ST, having Will and Hannibal involved inevitably shakes things up (Will’s empathy is given a brilliant twist) and predictable this certainly ain’t. Instead it’s fun, thrilling and playful, with at least one story development that genuinely had me on the edge of my seat. And did I mention the Hannigram? Cos, yeah, there’s no slow burn here. Our boys are goners from the second they meet and the intensity of their connection is all kinds of wonderful.

The Estate by @bokuno-jinsei: Amusingly, the tags on this fantastic fic eventually turn into a short plea for Will Graham to stop thinking so much (a plea which anyone who’s written the over-analytical little shit will know is hopeless). Fortunately, Will clearly paid no attention, and so we readers are treated to this charmingly introspective piece of canon divergence. So, Hannibal gets as far as sitting Will at the dinner table in Florence. But, before he can get out his bonesaw, he seemingly has second thoughts and so Will wakes some time later to find himself ensconced in the last place he expected to revisit – Lecter Castle. Where, he finds, Hannibal has decided to change the game between them: if Will agrees to see if they can live together, Hannibal will cease any attempts to change or influence Will. So the pair find themselves as the unlikeliest of roommates as Will wrestles with his demons, his desires and, inevitably, his feelings for Hannibal. Anybody who enjoys intense conversations, brewing sexual tension and Hannibal in waders (yes, really), step this way, you’re in for a treat.

Inevitable by Vulcanmi: I do adore canon divergence. And I have a weakness for prison fics (love Hannigram falling in love while incarcerated). So this fic is entirely my jam. It picks up in the second half of s3: Hannibal is in jail, Will is “happily” married to Molly, and Jack is still desperate to have his pet empath back on board to deal with the Tooth Fairy. Except in this ‘verse, Will decides not to give into Jack and remains with his family, far away from Baltimore. In order to make it up to his former boss, though, Will writes a letter to a certain inmate, suggesting that he offer his services where Will cannot. Of course, it’s not the last letter Will ends up sending to Hannibal. Not by a long shot. And we all know what happens once Will gives Hannibal an inch… (hey, I didn’t mean that kind of inch, you filthy perverts!). Though it starts out as an angsty exploration of Will’s determination to separate himself from Hannibal, somewhere along the way this fantastic fic transforms into a twisted yet adorable romcom, as our murder muffins confront their feelings and try to figure out whether there’s any version of the world in which they might be together. And, frankly, it’s an utter delight to read. One for those (*raises hand*) who like their hurt/comfort 20% hurt and 80% comfort.

Inside the Imitation by @belladonnaq (Belladonna_Q) with artwork by @reapersun: A confession. I’ve never seen The Thing (because I’m a scaredy-cat who doesn’t watch anything that could remotely be described as scary. “But Vic, isn’t Hannibal scary?” Yeah, yeah, I contain multitudes, now hush mango, I’m working). However, I’ve never let ignorance get between me and my Hannigram and so I jumped headfirst into the The Thing/Hannibal crossover which, fortunately, works utterly brilliantly with absolutely zero knowledge of the film. So, once again Jack Crawford finds reason to call upon the services of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter. Except this time, it’s not in order to investigate the Minnesota Shrike, but a strange case with its roots in a decades-old tragedy in Alaska. Soon things turn weird and monstery and Will and Hannibal find themselves reluctantly (well, as ever, Will’s reluctant, Hannibal’s thrilled) investigating a burned-out government building with something truly frightening at its core. This is thrilling, clever and wonderfully creepy, a fantastic reframing of canon (especially the Hannigram) and tons of fun throughout. I have to admit, I did not see the twist coming in this fic (though that’s possibly because I’m a dim bulb when it comes to plot) and it was delivered brilliantly, turning everything on its head and upping the stakes for our beloved murder muffins. Oh, and make sure to check out @reapersun’s fabulous artwork that accompanies the fic, it’s staggeringly gorgeous.

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Volume 2 by @fragile-teacup: A continuation of the marvellous The Spaces Between series, this picks up a little after volume one, with our boys enjoying Argentinian high society. Unfortunately, while the end of the previous instalment hinted at full-blown murder husbandry, it quickly turns out that Will and Hannibal haven’t quite sorted out their feelings to anyone’s satisfaction (you’re shocked, I can tell). Fortunately, we’re pretty much out of slow burn territory here and the idiots manage to get their act (mostly) together just in time for some ghosts to rear their perfectly-coiffed, millionairess heads and throw a spanner in the works. This sequel continues the achingly lovely tone of its predecessor, with romance a-plenty amongst bouts of emotional idiocy and bloodlust. It’s sweet and tender without compromising on the intensity and darkness of our beloved boys and builds their relationship with care and patience, allowing for a believable building of trust and love between them. It is, in other words, a treat to read in every way, so get yourself to ao3 and have at it!

As ever and always, if I’ve miscredited anyone or if there are bad links, please let me know and I’ll correct it ASAP. Happy reading, lovely fannibals!

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goallin1shortstory · 6 years ago

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Amilia Upchurch - Short Story

Back in 2002 on a cold October night, me and my twin brother was born in our home on a hill cliff. I was told of a blinding light, screams, and deep red blood. Our maid Ella said she was told to take us and leave our parents behind to fight. It was not her fault but she said that she felt bad, but i told her that it was not her fault and that she had to do it. Because the beast had killed them.

Even though I don’t remember that day, it’s still a constant nightmare on replay of what Ella told me. And for some reason this night was different both me and my brother were awake walking in the darkness not knowing what our destination was. Then we heard a voice that sounded like it had not drank any water in ages. It was so loud that it made my head pound and my stomach twist in knots. Saying, “Go to the door I’ll give you your parents back”. Even though it sounded too good to be true. Anything weird and non-human like this was something we are used too and bringing the dead back to life was not far from it.

In our view was a huge black door that was too heavy to push but for us it was easy as ripping a piece of paper. The voice had said, “yes push the door realise me”.I knew there was something wrong but i still wanted to try. Once we pushed the door open a powerful wind spet us back. When we looked up it was a huge body emerged in black. Ghouls and beast alike came out crawling by its feet. We sprung into action ready to fight but as soon as they were there they vanished. And at that moment we knew we had screwed up.

I felt shame at how we could be tricked so easily, and that we unleashed a horribly terror upon the world. I put those feelings aside and started to make a plan to save the world. If only that was as easy as it sound. I got a phone call from Hack he sounded pissed. All in all he told us that we needed to fix this mess and that we also need help,because we can’t fix it on our own.

The two people he asked for help were human to my surprise a boy and a girl to be exact. The girl’s name was Clair a cheerful girl with long black hair and an obsession with guns. And there’s Jace the mute but he’s not really mute, he just does not talk as much. Hack said they are good fighters so we could use them. The first time we ever meet was months ago.

The first few times we had somes encounters with Death that did not end well,but we are still here and now were in the Desert. Jamel and Jace had a fight about who killed the most ghouls. It was me and Clair but it’s fun to watch them fight. “We need to find the mother before she finds us“, I say and they stop and shake their heads in agreement. We walked in the Desert heat following the cloud of black smoke. Everytime we follow his trial we always have shortcomings about finding him it’s like he knows we’re coming he’s always one step ahead and I hate it.

The Desert heat was scorching, like all the energy was being drained out of my body. But out of the blue we found an unnatural cave that has water, we couldn’t help ourselves but to drink. To our unknown knowledge it was how the mother captured her victims. But what she didn’t realize was that we didn’t drink enough water for her presence to go unnoticed. So we attacked her,

killing her incessantly. What we finished what we came here to do we left before we fainted from heat stroke. Hack greeted us with a smile and a look of approval. He asked, “ did you make progress on finding Megdeath”. I replied with a solid No, and keep moving to my room to remove sand from my shoes and to take a cold shower all that heat makes me wish for snow.

That feeling quickly goes away as I get out of the bathroom. I flop on the bed wanting sleep to come but it never does,and I can’t help but wonder what would've happened if Hack never decided to help us. Probably dead. Now I can’t help but think why am I the leader, I can’t even come up with a plan to find Megdeath let alone kill him. And to be honest with myself I’m scared at the fact that I don’t have any control. And it’s been a few months sense the world was plunged into this darkness because of me an Jamel. By the time I collect my thoughts an alarm goes off alerting us that Megdeath is on the move. We get our weapons and gear up ready to fight.

Hack: “He’s moving to a small field in the east of you hurry you can catch up and take him out the school.”

We rush to the jet and fly of at full speed. I see a huge black figure and tell Clair to shoot it out of the sky. But as soon as she does he fires back and one of engines get hit and we crash land with him at the nose of the jet ready to kill us. We jump out shooting our guns until the clip was empty. It doesn’t make much damage as we want but it’s enough to get him to his knees. Jamel and I come in with kicks and punches that knocks him back a couple of feet. When Jace is ready

we move out of the way for him to come in with his katana cutting him down until each cut is deeper than the last. Now it’s time for Clair to deliver the final blow, however we did not expect him to move after all of that and once he did he ran straight for Clair pushing his hand through her stomach.

She couldn’t even scream out before she fell to the ground. Jamel and Jace runs to her side trying to heal her and stop the bleeding, I on the other hand is blinded by rage and charge straight toward him punching him in the jaw. He hits me back through the Air and vanishes. I run to Clair seeing that she’s stable for know. I call Hack to come get us and to tell him about Clair, he said he’s on his way. As soon as we get there we rush Clair to our Infirmary in one of the rooms down stairs.

Hack: “put her on the table!”

All three of us put her in the table as quickly as possible.

Hack: “Jamel heal the small cuts first, while we x-ray the hole to see if anything got in it.

Jamel: “ok”

Me: “what do I do?”

Hack: “nothing till you get the blood off of you”

I hurry to the bathroom knowing that Jamel can’t heal her completely without my help. I come back all cleaned up and ready to start. Hack said he didn’t find anything so I can help heal her. His hand went completely through so there is going to be a scar but other then that she’s going to be ok. And she’s going to be on bed rest for a couple of days. As I walk back in the room I see her sitting up on the bed looking off into space.

Me: “how you feeling”

Clair: “Alive And well thanks to you guys”

In the silent room out of the blue she said “I want out”. It took me a while to comprehend, but once I realize what she had said I looked at her dumbfounded.

Me: “what”

Clair: “I want out,I almost died hell I’m pretty sure I was dead until you guys brought me back and I don’t want to go through that again”.

I wanted to yell at her and say that she’s being selfish,and stupid,and that people are dying right now but I don’t I can’t bring myself to do it.

I just stare.

But I can tell by the way she’s looking that she’s having doubts about what she just said. I’ll give her some space to figure it out. But in the meantime I need to figure some stuff out myself. I say ok and leave her to her thoughts.

I walk past Jace and he ask me what’s wrong I said nothing and walked right past him to my room. I close and lock the door behind me. And I break down and fall to my knees crying and screaming not caring if anyone can hear me not caring if the world knows I’m just a small girl in a world that’s too big for her to handle on her own. I cry till my eyes are dry and my throat is raw and even then I’m whimpering still trying to feel something other than pain. Right before I close my eyes I think maybe I should give up, but then I realize that I can’t just give up I need to protect my family and friends even if it means giving up my life.

It’s been a couple of days Since that mess and Clair has agreed to stay only because she didn’t want to lose the only family she had. And I can’t say that I blame her either, this is the closest thing to a family that me and Jamel has ever had besides Ella of course. Hack said that once Clair is 100 percent sure she is ready to fight Megdeath again so we can end this once and for all.

She said, “yes of course”.

And know we can end this nightmare.

Hack: “I’ve been tracking Megdeath back to this one location.”

A huge ice mountain in the South Pole. If only we had something that’s faster than that jet.

Me: “do you have anything that’s faster than the jet so we can get to the mountain quickly.”

Hack: “ duh,what do I look like not sending you here without the right equipment to get the job done.

Me: “ ok then let’s go.”

From where we were it took us a couple of days to get there but that was more than enough time to prepare.

Me: “listen when we get to the ice mountain we land about 100 feet away then we walk and climb the rest of the way”.

Jamel: “ then we sneak in and hide, and set up traps.”

Clair: “when he’s trapped we attack.”

Jace: “then I come in to take off his head.”

Me: “if that doesn’t work we spread out and attack together. If you see an opportunity to strike take it.”

All: “let’s end this!”

It took us a few hours to get there and it was really cold but it’s better then the Desert. It was beautiful. I feel bad that it’s all going to be destroyed in the crossfire.But we have to end this now I can’t sit back and watch as the world crumbles and fall to Oblivion. We set traps in every possible corner we could find. Making sure that we had the advantage. It was hard to tell if it was night but we had a watch to check. As soon as it was night we had to hide and wait. It was boring, very, very boring and I was praying for him to come. And I’m glad that my prayers was answered.

He came flying looking around as if he expected is to be there. But then he did one finally swep around the cave and !BAM! Walked right into a trap. Which was metal bars that was blessed by a priest and then dipped in holy water. It stung like hell I know because I touched it. So I know for a fact that it hurt him to. We rushed in attacking making sure to leave enough space between

us to not get hurt. And I could tell that the bars was draining his energy quickly. But unexpectedly he broke free trying to make a run for it, but Jace came in and cut his right leg clean off. Megdeath was screaming in pain and agony, bleeding heavily.

MD: “ you little s*** ,I’ll kill you all you won’t make it out of here alive.”

Me: “no you won’t make it here out alive.”

And with that Clair shot him in the arms, letting them fall limp to the ground with him screaming even more. Jace walked over to swing his sword but then looked at me.

Jace: “ would you like to do the honors leader.”

Me: “ with pleasure.”

And with one finally powerful swing it was over as his head rolled over to a corner, his eyes open with shock and blood oozing everywhere.

It was over at last what a relief.

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