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21 - Through the Looking Glass

Part 22

Princess Red Thief

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Lifting my head up from the dirt ground I groaned feeling some of the muscles in my body were sore from the fall. I froze my movements feeling the tip of something poking me underneath my chin. “Don’t make another move if you know what is good for you.”

“Miss I mean no harm.” I gulped meeting the deep blue eyes of a curly blonde haired woman bent down on a knee with a dagger to my throat.

The woman sent me a curious expression across her face. “I’ve never seen you before. So who are you and what are you doing in Wonderland?”

“My name is Everly, Everly Gold. It’s a long story but a giant forced me through a portal and now I have ended up here. Can I know your name and could you possibly consider lowering your weapon?”

“I'm just pulling your leg.” She snorted, raising herself to her feet, ditching the weapon in her hands into the dirt. “I ain’t going to hurt you. We are friends after all. I’m Alice.”

“Friends?” I knitted my brows together in confusion. “I’m sorry but I don’t understand. I’ve never met you until now.”

Alice offered me a hand helping me up from the dirt. “You’ll meet me the same day I meet Arch..”

“Arch. Who’s Arch?”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear embarrassed. “Apologies. I meant Archer. Archer Gold.”

“My son. What’s Archer have to do with us?” I shook my head eyeing the abandoned dagger in the dirt at the end of my boots where I recognized the design all too well. Lowering myself down on one knee I brushed the leaves off of it seeing my husband’s name engraved across it. “The Dark One dagger. How in the realm did you get your hands on this? I - I’m - I’ve never been so confused more than at this very moment.”

“It’s a very long and sad ongoing story. Archer gave me the dagger and said if anyone could fix what happened to us it was you and his father Rumplestilskin.” Alice explained as if I knew what she was talking about but I had honestly no clue.

Holding the dagger in my hands I needed more clarification from the girl in Wonderland. “Alice, I’m sorry but I don’t know what you mean. My son Archer is only an infant back in Storybrooke. And you're much older than he is at the moment.”

“In your realm yes. But not in this one.” She responded. “Archer is hopeful in finding a cure so we can be together. But that’s not what I want to talk with you about.”

I questioned the young girl before me. “Then what do you want to talk about?”

“I want to warn you about what is keeping me and Archer apart. I want you to prevent that from happening to the other version of us.”

Sliding the dagger into the belt loop on my hip I dropped my hands to my sides. “What exactly is keeping you apart?”

“It’s called The Curse of the Poisoned Heart.” She rolled up her left sleeve revealing a circle burn mark on the middle of her arm. “It appears when you’re touched by the one you can’t be with. A witch cursed Archer and I’ll never forget her name.”

“What’s the witch’s name?” I asked her.

Alice simply replied. “Zelena.”

“I have to find a way home and warn my husband. I’ve heard that name before and now I know that can't be for a good reason.” I began frantically walking back and forth so unsure of how I would get home from here. Running my hands through my hair I began breathing heavily until Alice touched my arm.

“Don’t worry, Everly.” She reassured me with a weak smile. “We’re in a land filled with magic. There’s more than one way to access portals to other lands here. I’ll get you home to prevent this curse.”

Alice began skipping through the forest while I stood in my current spot for a few seconds still adjusting to whatever reality the portal had transported me into. “Alice, where exactly is it we are going to?”

“We’re going to see Valerie and the other Eve. They’ll want to meet you.” She began skipping away from me causing me to chase after the girl who knew of conflicting realities.

“Are we really going to see another me and my grown up daughter!”

New York City

Emma Swan and Rumplestilskin entered his son’s apartment with Henry who was asked to go sit in the bathroom while they started talking when Emma was holding a dreamcatcher in her hands. "Did he tell you something?"

She tried but he cut her off. "Gold-"

"Did he tell you something?!" Rumple raised his voice.

Emma barked back "Nothing. He didn't say anything."

"But you talked to him, right-" He pointed his index finger, seeing her back away towards the corner.

Emma raised her voice feeling uneasy that he could read her so well. "Don't put words in my mouth."

"Tell me! You tell me, or I'm going to make you tell me." Rumple threatened her stepping closer.

Emma gestures to his bandages on his hand from the airport. "You don't have magic here."

"Oh, I don't need magic." He chuckled through a smirk still walking towards her. "Do not push me."

Emma fought back trying to stand up to him. "Don't push me."

"We had a deal! A deal! No one! No one breaks deals with me!" Rumple knocked over a tower of books in anger shouting in the blonde's face.

Suddenly the apartment door bursts opened and the pair saw a man with dark brown hair in a sweatshirt hoodie staring at them. "Hey! Leave her alone." He warned locking gazes with Rumple who had moved into the corner.

"Bae... You came back for me." Rumple shutters in awe at finally the reunion he wanted.

The guy shakes his head no. "No. I came to make sure you didn't hurt her. I've seen what you do to people who break deals."

"Please, Bae, just let me talk."Rumple begged, releasing some tears.

The boy shouted pointing towards the door. "Get out of my apartment!"

Emma tries to stop him calling him a different name. "Neal..."

Neal glanced her direction. "Emma, I got this."

"You two know each other...How?" Rumple snapped his fingers glancing between the pair for an answer. "How do you two know each other?!"

Footsteps came into the room with Henry confused. "Mom? W-what's going on?

"Who's this?" Neal asked, pointing a finger at Henry.

"My son." My sister simply said trying to get him out of the room.

Henry looks to Neal wanting to know if we found the guy. "Is that Baelfire?"

Emma and Neal started yelling so he called to Henry. "How old are you, kid?"

"Eleven! Now, why is everyone yelling?" Henry threw his arms up tired of all the commotion going on. "Mom?"

Neal raised a hand to his forehead looking at the boy before him. "Is this my son?"

"No. My dad was a fireman. He... He died. That's what you told me. You said..." Henry panicked, not wanting to believe that his mother lied to him.

Rumple backed into the nearest wall unsure of what to say next with the new information that had been revealed to the group. He felt something vibrating in his suit pocket causing him to take out his phone seeing his beloved Eve’s name appearing on the screen. “Everly, love. I’ll have to call you back-“

But her voice isn’t the one that responded back to him. “Rumplestilskin, I’m so sorry. It all happened so fast - I didn’t have time to stop the giant.”

“Abigail! I - I don’t understand. What - has something happened to my family?” Rumple questions his princess mother in law if he was ever to marry Everly.

Abigail explains in a panicked tone. “The kids are fine. But uh - my daughter - Everly got pushed into an open portal by a giant.”

“How did she open a portal in Storybrooke?” The Dark One asked racking his brain around how it would be possible.

“She used a golden mirror that was meant for the giant to fall into before he destroyed the town.” She answered his question.

Rumple lifted his head up to the ceiling recalling that his lover was formerly the inventory person when they were under the curse. “The Looking Glass to Wonderland. Clever girl, she is.” Everly knew the shop almost as well as he did.

“So what should we do? Do we reopen the portal and go looking for her?”

The Dark One shook his head no, wishing he could be there to rescue his lover. But he knew two things : one he couldn’t abandon his mission now that he had his son around him again and two : Everly was more resourceful than most thought, meaning she could find a way home rather than rely on someone else. “No, no, she’ll find her way back home I promise you. I taught her everything she’ll ever need to know. I do have one question for you. Who was she protecting when she fell in the portal?”

“Snow, Charming and Grumpy.” Abigail simply replied back.

Rumple shut his eyes growling under his breath furious with the Charming’s but he didn’t lose his composure. “Thank you for calling me, Abigail. Keep my children safe until I’m back home.” He hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket. From that moment on he vowed to make them pay once he returned to Storybrooke and knew his princess was out of danger.

[takemetothemoon-fics]

Starts with S, nine letters.

Title: Starts with S, nine letters

Pairing: Killian Jones x OC

Word count: 900

Warnings: none

Tags: Fluff, a loooot of flirting, mild smut but mainly kissing

Synopsis: This story is about Seraphina Vale, my OC, who meets Captain Hook when she's in a bar. Things get flirty real quick...

A/N: Hello!!! So happy you're taking the time to read this. This is my first fic ever!!! For this story I decided to create an OC, but you can just replace the name with Y/N if you'd like. Just for the sake of this story I decided to give her a name, since Killian has to guess her name at some point. Hope u like the story. Don't be afraid to follow me here :)

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She had no clue what was about to come upon her. Who she was about to meet. It was late in the evening. Seraphina was sitting in a bar, alone.

'Hello darling.'

Sera looks up. There's a man standing next to her table. Without asking, he sits down at the head of the table.

'And you are?' Sera asks.

He raises an eyebrow and is amused by your inquiry, a warm smile growing on his handsome face.

'Why, I'm Captain Killian Jones darling, also known as Hook.'

'And you are?' he leans in and looks into her eyes.

'Hook. Interesting name. My name... Is not important. For now.'

'Hmm…' he raises an eyebrow once more, taking note of this strange woman who has chosen not to introduce herself.

'Not important… ' he says in a contemplative tone, 'I have stumbled upon a mystery. I'm quite good at solving mysteries, you know.' he says with a smirk.

'I'd like to see you try' Seraphina says. Hell, why not, she thought to herself. She felt like having some fun.

He smirks and leans on the bar, his tone flirtatious as it always is.

'Oh, is that a challenge I hear darling?'

He tilts his head and looks at her with a sly grin.

'Hmm…' he muses, 'a woman who wants to test me… ' he purrs and his eyes look like they are assessing her up and down.

'What are the stakes?'

'You name them.' She says, in a teasing tone, daring him to bite.

His eyebrows raise a little higher this time, his smile growing bigger and even more smug.

'Hmm… how about a kiss?'

'You know what? I'm bored. Yes. You'll get a kiss as soon as you guess my name' She says.

He nods his head, his smile growing wide as he leans in and looks deep into her eyes.

'It's a deal, darlin'. You have yourself a challenge.'

It's clear he's confident in his ability to complete this task, although he's also intrigued by the mysterious woman in front of him.

'Let the games begin…'

He grins from ear to ear as his eyes sparkle with confidence and his eyebrows raise.

'And may the best pirate… win.' he says with a self-assured smirk that shows he's more than ready to play the game.

Killian takes a sip of his drink and starts to observe her closely, carefully considering all of her features and mannerisms as he begins to think of who this mysterious woman could be.

'Hmmm…'

He leans forward slowly with a smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on hers as he looks into her eyes, looking like he's carefully considering what name might suit her. He's clearly starting to get into the game now, and his eyes have the playful, teasing look about them that's so characteristic of him.

'How about…' he says playfully, 'Annabel?'

'Wrong.'

He pulls back a little, running a hand through his hair as he thinks for another few moments. After a little time, he leans forward slowly once more, and looks into her eyes with a coy smile once more.

'Well then how about… Charlotte?' he asks teasingly with a wink as he once again tries to narrow down her name, his eyes gazing into hers as if he's trying to uncover her secret to get to it.

'Such basic names..' She teases, 'wrong again.'

Killian raises an eyebrow, his playful face turning slightly more serious as he considers the matter at hand.

'Basic names?' he asks in a joking tone while he moves his face a little closer to hers as he raises the other eyebrow.

'Give me something less basic.' She says with a teasing tone while his eyes look her up and down with a playful but calculating gaze.

'Something… that'll suit you. ' he purrs as he leans even closer, clearly enjoying the game and wanting to continue teasing her.

'I'll give you a hint. the name starts with S, and has 9 letters'

Killian leans back in his seat in mock frustration, but a warm smile also crosses his face.

'Nine letters… S…' he hums to himself, clearly running through the names and combinations of words in his head while he looks at her thoughtfully and a playful, yet calculating look crosses his face.

'How about… Seraphina?' he says with a smile as he watches her, waiting to see if he got the name right this time. The way he says her name gives her goosebumps.

'Well played. You got it.' Seraphina says, impressed with how quickly he got her name.

'Well, my dear Seraphina, consider the game won.' he says with a flirtatious grin and wiggles his elbows.

'Now… about that kiss…' he says with a teasing wink, moving forward and gently placing a hand on her cheek.

'Call me Sera, and yes. You've earned it.' She says, seductively.

'Sera it is darling…' he says with a playful smile as he leans closer, placing the other hand behind her neck while he tilts his head a little to the left as he once again moves closer for what promises to be an intense kiss. His breath hits her lips as they get closer and the passion in his eyes is easy to see.

'Sera…' he whispers as the two of them share a slow and sweet, yet passionate kiss that takes their breath away.

[palilious]

smooshing them together like two barbie dolls

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New Story Alert!

a twist of fate

Written by: @katiekinswrites + @if-you-onlyknew

SUMMARY: One fateful day, Jefferson's father, the Dark One's portal jumper, doesn't return from a job. Taken by force a week later, Jefferson learns that his father's captor and murderer is an evil sorcerer who is guardian to a young princess, Odette of Swan Lake, who has been kept prisoner in her own kingdom. Now a young portal jumper himself, Jefferson sneaks into the castle over the years to spend time with the trapped princess and to tell her of his wild adventures in lands she can only imagine, and to hope that one day she will agree to leave with him and escape her tormentor.

A story about a life built between two people that have nothing in common but love at first sight, a thirst for adventure, and the obstacles that attempt to keep them apart over time and across lands.

Enchanted Forest to Cursed!Storybrooke.

Read the story on AO3.

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Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (3)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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wc: 1,024

I’ve been walking for about ten minutes when I walk up a steep slope and find a large tree house nestled in with the winding trees. The tree house is beautifully crafted with two stories and even balcony with more flowers growing on them. I stare at it for a moment in wonder before approaching. As I go to knock on the door with stained glass windows, it swings open and a man looks at me, seemingly in shock. The man is wearing a peculiar top hat and has curly brown hair that reaches past his ears. He simply stares at me.

“Hello.” I say softly, hoping to break the awkward silence, with a small smile.

“Alice?” He breathes out and tears form in his eyes as a large grin overtakes his face. Before I can ask him how he knows me he’s pulling me into the tightest hug I’ve ever received. My eyes widen and I hesitantly laugh along with him as he spins me around. He puts me down, putting his hands on my shoulders to look at me properly.

“I know you don’t remember me.” He says somewhat somberly.

“I-Have we met before?” I ask with a kind smile. I don’t know what it is about this man but I do feel a strange connection between us, as if I already know him. I can’t recall ever even seeing him before, let alone knowing him though.

“Yes. My name’s is Jefferson. I-i know you don’t know me but you said once you would help me. You promised. I need you to keep that promise, Alice.” He says emphatically with pleading eyes.

“I’ll help you however I can, though I’m unsure what I’m even helping you to do.” I say with a chuckle and a reassuring hand on his own that’s still resting on my shoulder. His entire face lights up and without a second to say anything else he pulls me into the tree house by my hand. I let out an embarrassing yelp at the sudden movement but try to keep pace.

As we enter what must be the dining room I see a table covered in porcelain dishes and tea cups with little finger foods. Sitting at the table are two…people? It feels rude to call them animals. Though I imagine if I were an animal, I probably wouldn’t be offended if someone called me one. Maybe I would only be offended if a human called me one. What kind of animal would I be?

I snap out of my racing thoughts when I see the white rabbit I had been following down the rabbit hole. My eyes light up in recognition and right as I’m about to say something the other guest hurls a tea cup right at my head so I duck.

“You’re late for tea!” The other guest shouts and I realize he’s a hare. I look at him affronted.

“How can I be late when I was never invited to begin with?” I ask incredulously. The hare looks terrified and hides behind his ears.

“Alice, this is McTwisp.” Jefferson finally chimes in, gesturing towards the white rabbit.

“Welcome home Alice.” McTwisp says with a genuine smile I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Home. the word warms my heart in a way I haven’t felt since before my father passed.

“I’ve met you as well?” I ask in delight. McTwisp nods his head proudly in response.

“And this is The March Hare.” Jefferson says, pointing to the hare who’d nearly cracked my skull open with a teacup. At the mention of his name he hides under the table. I let out an amused laugh unintentionally, a feeling of fondness coming over me. A feeling that’s old, like a memory that’s not my own.

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We all sit at the table having tea and talking when I decide to ask Jefferson a question. “What exactly do you need my help with.” The mood immediately drops and Jefferson’s face turns deadly serious.

“The Queen of Hearts.” He says, voice filled with malice and hatred. I furrow my brows in concern.

“The Queen of Hearts?” I prod skeptically. “Like the card?”

He nods his head, not looking at me, lost in a memory. “She’s the queen of this land, and she destroyed my life and everyone else in Wonderland.” He says darkly, making the hairs on my arms stand up.

“What did she do?” I ask softly, placing my hand over his, grounding him back to the present. He looks at me sadly.

“I have a daughter, Grace.” He tells me and I feel shocked but I’m immediately filled with sympathy, assuming the worst. “I traveled to this land to help someone, so I could make money so me and my daughter could live comfortably. “But I was betrayed, left here at the whim of The Queen of Hearts.” He pauses to pull down his shirt, showing off his neck to reveal a large scar that wraps around his neck. I look at him in shock, eyes filled with sympathy.

“Why haven’t you stopped her?” I ask, voice quiet.

“Because only you can stop her. You must take the throne.” He says emphatically. My heart skips anxiously at his words.

“Me? I can’t even tie a corset, let alone overthrow someone that powerful.” I say through an incredulous laugh. He looks at me, eyes intense with sadness.

“You don’t believe anymore.” He says, almost to himself. “You have to! We’re all doomed if you don’t!” He shouts, his face turning panicky and I feel my heart rate pick up speed.

“Believe?” I say with a disbelieving laugh. “This is all just a dream.”

At that, he gets up, standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. “Even the queen knows you can defeat her, that’s why she cursed you. She cursed you so you would forget everything about Wonderland.” He says with a squeeze of my shoulders. I look up at him for a long moment in consideration.

“I want to wake up now.” I say firmly, closing my eyes tightly.

When I open them, I’m still here.

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Practice Run: Freddy Carter x Reader

Part of Love of a Lifetime Mini-Series

Warnings: this part has some suggestive scenes/behaviors.

For full warnings and description, see mini-series masterlist

3.2k wc

Freddy ran his hand down the back of y/n’s neck and to her middle back as he moved to sit beside her. “‘ere, let me help”. When she smiled over at him, he grinned back and took a small stack of fabric. “The way we studied on Pinterest, right?” Freddy confirmed, eyeing the folded napkins y/n had completed.

Y/n hummed and nodded. “You were right, it did get easier after the first few,” she commented lovingly. “So I redid the first few,” she added with a laugh.

Freddy chuckled and shook his head. He placed a tender kiss to y/n’s temple before turning his attention back to his current task. He’d helped get his groomsmen going on properly setting up the seating for the ceremony tomorrow moments ago. So now he was able to return to his fiancée’s side and help her with the task she’d chosen to start with.

Y/n giggled as she watched Freddy’s nose scrunch up in slight frustration. She leaned over and placed her hands on top of his that were holding the cloth and pressed them down to the table gently. With a smile, she then moved her hands to Freddy’s shoulders and turned him to face her. She giggled more as he gave her a sheepish smile. Y/n leaned forward and kissed his pouting lips. “They look fine, honey,” she encouraged sweetly.

Freddy smiled from the kiss. But his expression changed into a dramatically skeptical one as y/n tried to reassure him his napkin folding wasn’t as tragic as he knew it was. He couldn’t help but smile as her laughter rang out in the air again upon seeing his nonverbal disagreement.

“Here,” y/n spoke gently as she took hold of Freddy’s hands. “It’s easier if you do it like this,” she advised. She guided her fiancé’s hands as she instructed him on how to best handle the task. They’d both searched Pinterest weeks ago to decide which style of cloth napkins they liked best and had studied how to complete the style they’d chosen. However, y/n had quickly found a simple trick that made it much easier.

Freddy smiled and nodded as y/n’s hands left his; one napkin from his stack complete. “Thank you, darling,” he said, quickly pulling another piece of cloth to him.

“What’s next?” Y/n questioned aloud as she spun around frantically.

Freddy watched y/n with an amused smile. “Right now?” He clarified, moving closer to her. He set his hands on her shoulders to keep her from twirling around again as she tried to think.

“Mhm,” y/n answered, her eyes scanning the dining hall to see what they still had to do.

“Right now,” Freddy hummed, lowering his hands to his side now that y/n wasn’t pacing in circles. “I think you should kiss me,” he smirked.

Y/n promptly turned around to face Freddy. She gave him a smug smile before she pulled him in for a kiss. She giggled against his lips as he pulled her closer while kissing her back.

Y/n shifted the charger plate slightly as she worked on the current table. She was making final adjustments to the table settings their bridal party had set up. She was just about to move to the next table when she received a hurried kiss to her temple. She beamed as she straightened her back to stand up straight. Y/n’s eyes admiringly watched Freddy’s fleeting frame as he continued to rushed to whatever task he was currently working on.

Freddy watched from afar as y/n stood at the end of the dining hall, clearly looking over the scene. He quietly strode over to her, analyzing her facial expressions as she studied the room. He smiled as he made his way to her, a satisfied smile on her face. He pressed a light kiss to her left shoulder before wrapping his right arm around her waist to guide her to his side. “Pleased?” He questioned in a whisper.

“Beyond,” y/n murmured warmly as she snuggled into Freddy’s side. She smiled and rested her head on the side of his upper chest. Everything looked perfect. And she was so excited for tomorrow.

Y/n smirked to herself as she watched Freddy set up the welcome sign. His tongue was preciously sticking out slightly as he concentrated intently on making sure it was centered. As he stepped back to analyze his work, y/n shook her head lovingly. “Get over here, cutie,” she warmly commanded, staring over at her fiancé.

Freddy grinned proudly as he lifted his gaze to meet y/n’s. He blushed faintly upon noticing that others around them had heard her comment. But he didn’t truly care, he was more than okay with it. After all, he had the world’s most beautiful woman calling him cute. What was there to be shy about?

Y/n noticed the way Freddy’s cheeks briefly flushed in reaction to her compliment. “I’m not scared to admit my fiancé is so insanely adorable,” she defended, wrapping her send around his back to pull him to her. Upon seeing his blush deepen, she tsked playfully. “Don’t act like you don’t know how pretty you are, Freddy.” Y/n beamed at the prideful smile her fiancé now donned and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Be careful,” Freddy gushed as his hands quickly found their way to y/n’s back. She was in the middle of hanging up some final touches, but in doing so, she was standing on a ladder. He knew she was likely going to be fine, but he couldn’t help but be slightly concerned that no one was around to make sure of it. After noticing her bridesmaids were busy working on the decorations in another area and not just ignoring her needs, he relaxed some. But it wasn’t until she stepped off the ladder and into his arms that Freddy’s protective worry fully subsided.

“Freddy!” Y/n scolded despite her giggling. She had been absentmindedly standing in the center of the ballroom’s dance floor, mentally checking off the remaining preparations for tomorrow, when the flash from her fiancé’s camera caught her attention.

Freddy blushed and bit his lip upon having been caught. But, as he made his way over to y/n he shrugged and smiled innocently. “You are so stunning, I couldn’t help myself,” he defended, pressing his lips to her cheek.

Y/n’s giggles echoed around the room while she squirmed in Freddy’s arms as he relentlessly tickled her. “Fr-Freddy,” she whispered through her gasps and giggles, “we’re not done yet”. She looked to the right as she watched her maid of honor smile in her direction before she stepped back into the main hall to continue setting up. Y/n heard Freddy playfully state that he didn’t care as he continued to tickle her sides; all while being sure to keep her from falling over.

When he noticed y/n was getting slightly out of breath, Freddy slowed his tickling until it came to a stop. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist and placed his chin in the crook of her neck. “Will you marry me?”

Y/n laughed loudly as she turned around in Freddy’s arms so she could face him. “Mmm, I’ll think about it,” she answered coyly.

Freddy’s shock was clear on his face as he began laughing. “You’ll ‘think about it’, hmm?” He teased. When she simply laughed more and nodded in response, he grinned and shook his head. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you then, hmm?”

Y/n bit her lip and innocently blinked at Freddy. “You can try,” she joked.

Freddy gasped, his eyes wide and mouth parted in disbelief. He chuckled and smirked as an idea formed. It took less than a few seconds for him to pick her up and set her on the bar counter.

It was now y/n’s turn to gasp. She giggled and clutched onto the material of his dress shirt as she steadied her hand on his shoulder. “Freddy!”

Freddy smirked, a visible shine to his eyes as he moved closer. He slotted himself between y/n’s legs, his right palm resting on the bar counter while his left hand caressed her cheek. He closed his eyes and hummed as he began to press sweet but lustful open-mouthed kisses across her forehead. He craned his neck to each side as he tenderly kissed her temples. Freddy then tilted her head up before moving his kisses down to her eyelids. He selfishly took his sweet time kissing all along her skin.

Next was her cheeks.

Then her earlobes.

Then her nose.

Her jawline.

Her neck.

Her collarbone.

As Freddy’s slightly hungry lips met her clavicle, y/n gave into the urge for her lips to meet his. She gently tilted his head up until his loving gaze lifted to her eyes. She silently but assertively pulled his mouth to hers, her hands instantaneously moving to his hair.

Y/n moaned lightly against Freddy’s lips, making him grin smugly. He moved his hands to her lower back and tugged her closer. Her butt was now resting on the edge of the bar’s counter, but his waist was pinned against it, keeping her from falling off. Y/n locked her legs behind Freddy’s hips and used them to force him closer. He echoed y/n’s earlier moan as his chest slid into hers and his hips grazed against her inner thighs. It was now y/n’s turn to smugly grin into the kiss .

“Woah,” Tom, Freddy’s older brother gushed as he sauntered back into the room. “Alright you two, save it for the honeymoon,” he joked with a wink. He shook his head playfully as he turned to grab the checklist y/n’s maid of honor was looking for.

Y/n and Freddy froze and bashfully detangled themselves from one another. He helped y/n down from the counter and straightened her clothes and hair for her. He smiled lovingly as he gazed down at her. “Would it be incorrect to assume you’re convinced?” He teased, seeing the dazed look in his fiancée’s eyes.

Y/n laughed and smoothened Freddy’s hair back out. She rose to her tippy toes and kissed his nose. “I never needed any convincing.” She lowered herself back to the soles of her feet and took his hand in hers. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life,” she said as she went to leave to help their loved ones finish.

Freddy shook his head and pulled on y/n’s hand, spinning her back to him. He bent his head slightly until his lips were at her level. He smiled and kissed her yet again, this time purely filled with love. While they knew they still had some more work to do, when they parted they simply gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling lightly.

“Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?” Y/n asked as she stood in the entryway, wrapped up in Freddy’s arms. She smiled happily when her fiancé shook his head and held her tighter.

“Alright mates, what’s next?” Thomas, one of Freddy’s groomsmen asked, walking up to the couple.

Freddy wrapped his arms tighter around y/n before answering. “Nothing, you’re all dismissed,” he stated. “In fact, can you tell the rest? We’re going to take a moment to ourselves”. He kissed y/n’s cheek as Thomas nodded and smiled widely at the pair before exiting.

“We have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner,” y/n spoke up begrudgingly as she rested her head in the crook of Freddy’s neck.

“Hmm, they can wait a bit,” Freddy argued simply. “We still have some time, they’ve all got to change still,” he reminded y/n. He held her closer to him smiling as she hummed in agreement and snuggled closer to him.

“Can you zip me?” Y/n asked as she turned to face her fiancé. She had changed out of her white button up blouse and into an elegant black dress.

Freddy wore a smile as he dutifully spun towards y/n. “‘Course, love,” he cooed, stepping closer to help. He gently turned her around so her bank was to him. His fingers gripped the zipper and slowly pulled it up until he could secure the hidden clasp at the top of the seam. Once finished, his eyes lifted until he was able to proudly admire y/n through the mirror.

Y/n smiled back at Freddy through the mirror. She let out a soft sigh and leaned back against him. Her hands were placed over his as he held her waist. “I can’t wait to marry you,” she whispered after a brief silence.

Freddy’s smile grew. “Thank you for saying yes,” he commented happily.

“Thank you for asking,” y/n retorted softly. She closed her eyes as she let her body melt backwards into Freddy’s embrace.

Freddy beamed as he gazed down at y/n. He was truly the luckiest man. He pressed a delicate kiss to the side of her head.

Y/n opened her eyes at the contact. Instead of looking at Freddy through the mirror, she tilted her head back into his chest to peer up at him.

Meanwhile, Freddy was still watching y/n and himself through the mirror. He blushed as he noticed the loving look in her eyes as she peered up at him. “Ready my darling?” He asked quietly.

“Ready,” y/n hummed.

“That went well,” y/n sighed with relief. She was thoroughly pleased with the walkthrough rehearsal of the procession and everything they’d just completed with their bridal party.

Freddy simply nodded as he tried to refocus.

Y/n noticed Freddy’s uncharacteristic silence and turned to see him better. She frowned on seeing his eyes were watering a bit. She quickly became worried and decided to lead him away from their guests who were mingling and dishing up. “Freddy, honey,” she cooed, squeezing his hand as she pulled him to a more private part of the room.

Freddy’s best men, his brothers, both smiled as they watched the scene unfold. It was sweet that y/n was so protective and worried about their brother Freddy. But, the brothers also knew why Freddy was tearing and they knew it wasn’t a bad thing. They were both happy for the couple and shared a pleased expression before they went to help their parents get some dinner.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Y/n asked, voice full of concern. “Was it the order of the groups? I thought you wanted Mikey and Will next to each other, but we can change-“ she began, hoping to find a solution to her fiancé’s sadness.

Freddy cut y/n’s worries off with a kiss. When he pulled back, he felt that the tears in his eyes had been to escape and quietly roll down his cheeks.

“Freddy,” y/n cooed again, quickly drying Freddy’s tears. “Talk to me, please,” she requested. “What’s wrong?”.

Freddy shook his head. “Nothing,” he said with a breathy chuckle, still in disbelief at how luck he was.

Y/n squinted as she analyzed Freddy’s facial expressions. “Handsome, I don’t-,” she mumbled in worried confusion.

“I’m just really happy,” Freddy answered in a whisper.

Y/n blinked slowly as she began to relax. “Really? That’s why you’re tearing up?” She asked with a wide smile.

Freddy nodded in confirmation and snaked his arms around y/n’s waist, setting his interlocked hands just above her tailbone. “Seeing you walk down that aisle,” he reminisced as he shook his head, starting to tear up again.

“Awe, Freddy,” y/n hummed. She pulled him in for a tight hug. “I love you so much, sunshine,” she whispered, holding him snugly.

Freddy returned y/n’s secure grip. “I love you too, my darling”.

When y/n pulled back, she met Freddy’s eyes. She hummed quietly as she dried the last of his happy tears.

Freddy grinned warmly at the action.

“Much better,” y/n commented lovingly. The heels she’d put on for tonight allowed her to not have to stretch upwards so much as she went to kiss his forehead.

“Let’s get you some food,” Freddy suggested, reconnected to the present moment. He shifted their stance so his hand was resting on the small of y/n’s back as he guided them to the dining tables. “Cannot have my darling bride be hungry,” he commented with a smile.

“He was, and still is, so smitten,” Freddy’s mate Mikey laughed as he concluded his story. “Obviously, he’d do anything for her, no matter how embarrassing it might look in the process,” he teased, grinning as Freddy’s cheeks flushed again. “In all seriousness though, I am very happy for you mate, I know you two cherish each other more than one could ever imagine, cheers!”

“You’re supposed to save those toasts and embarrassing stories for after the ceremony,” Freddy scolded playfully. “Then she can’t back out,” he commented knowing full-well his cheeks were crimson thanks to Mikey’s cheeky story.

Y/n laughed and shook her head. She snuggled into Freddy, holding onto his bicep. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, peaking up at him.

“Good,” Mikey smirked. “‘Cause, don’t worry mate,” he said, grinning wickedly at Freddy. “I’ve got plenty more stories and toasts to give after the ceremony tomorrow”.

Y/n’s friend, y/f/n abruptly stood as Mikey returned to his seat. “If he’s going to say something now, I will too,” she grinned, winking over at the couple.

“Oh God,” y/n mumbled, closing her eyes.

Freddy laughed softly. He looked over at her lovingly and kissed her head as her friend began to tell everyone how y/n was after he’d taken her on their first date years ago.

After dessert and everyone wishing the couple endless congratulations and best wishes, the evening came to an end. Meaning the couple was now standing a few meters from the main doorway, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Do we really have to sleep apart tonight?” Y/n asked rhetorically as she frowned up at Freddy while he held her.

“No, not if you don’t want to, darling,” Freddy reassured.

Y/n sighed softly as she felt the eyes of her friend and Freddy’s brothers on them. She knew they were waiting for them to part for the night so everyone could go home to rest before the big day tomorrow. “I think it’s out of our hands,” she laughed lightly.

Freddy hummed as he peered over at the group who were trying to pretend they were not watching the couple as they waited. “It’s not up to them, my dear,” he argued. “It’s up to us”.

Y/n lazily shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I can handle one night alone,” she sighed dramatically, “for the sake of tradition”.

Freddy chuckled and kissed y/n’s forehead. “I don’t know if I agree,” he replied playfully. “But, anything for you, darling,” he said with a dramatic bow. He grinned as she began to laugh. Once he stood back up, he tenderly pulled her closer. “But tomorrow night, it’s me and you.” “And no one is going to convince me to part from you,” he whispered in her ear.

Y/n bashfully bit her lip and unnecessarily hid in Freddy’s coat collar. The action made him hum with a chuckle before he kissed the back of her head. She leaned back and cupped his face. “I love you, Freddy,” she smiled, “goodnight handsome”.

Freddy grinned widely. “I love you too, gorgeous, get some rest honey, I’ll see you tomorrow”. He gently kissed her one last time before letting her go, looking at the group as they headed over to separate the couple for the remainder of the night before their wedding.

Y/n peaked back over her shoulder at Freddy as she departed. Catching sight of her gaze, he winked. She gleefully giggled to herself as she turned her head back around and followed y/f/n out of the door.

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Blah Blah Blah [ Once Upon A Time Fanfic] ❄️

Pairing: Snow White/Mary Margaret Blanchard x Prince Charming/David Nolan

Set during Season 4, Episode 11 - "Shattered Sight"

Characters: Cadence, Anna, Kristoff, Regina, and Baby Neal.

Summary: With the spell cast, tension runs high as Snow, David, and Cadence are trapped in the Storybrooke police station, bickering and revealing hidden grudges.

Note: I just wanted to have some fun, I didn't think much of it, it's some of my favorite scenes from season 4. Also I just wanted to make Cadie the annoying little bitchy sister in this fic haha

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The spell was cast. People were pissed off. Outside in the town of Storybrooke, everyone was partially trying to kill each other. Inside the station that had just a few seconds ago been filled with smiles and laughs, now held eye rolls, yelling, and full-blown surges of anger.

Snow and David were seated, separated in cell blocks next to one another. Cadence was handcuffed to a front table, near Kristoff who sat on the other end of the table as she was trying to smack the crap out of him. Meanwhile, Anna, who wasn’t affected by the curse, paced back and forth, keeping watch, sort of stressed out.

The only one calm was baby Neal, who was peacefully napping, without a single care in the world.

“Finally, I’m seeing you clearly,” Snow stated with a scoff.

“What do you see?” David replied with a half-smirk.

“A fraud. A shepherd who has no business being royalty.”

“Well, I see a spoiled little princess who ran away from her troubles. WHO ALWAYS RUNS AWAY.”

“I can’t believe I had a child with you.”

“Who knows? Maybe you didn’t? Could be Whales!”

“Oh, shut up! You’re one to talk, David. You ran away from the farm and the castle more than anyone,” Cadence yelled, standing up but being pulled back to the table.

“Whose side are you on?” David yelled.

“Neither! You fell for THAT little brat? Katherine was much better.”

“KATHERINE?! You never liked me,” Snow shouted, “You were jealous because I stole your brother from you and that your EX-boyfriend’s mother hated you.”

“Oh, please." She remarked, "You fell for the wrong TWIN BROTHER! You thought it was JAMES NOT DAVID for months, he lied. You lied back.”

“At least I didn’t shoot my man!”

David glanced at her, “Your man? Oh look, she cares!”

“Shut up, I wasn’t talking to you!” Snow yelled, turning back to his sister-in-law, “So?”

“You shot him with a bow and arrow. You’re an annoyed little princess who thinks she’s always right. NEWS FLASH NOW, you ain’t. If you were right, you wouldn’t have married him or met me,” Cadence yelled.

“YOU LITTLE—you never let anyone help you.”

“I should’ve left you to drown years ago in that lake.”

“I should’ve let you get caught by those wolves.”

Both girls kept arguing with David jumping in shouting at both his sister and wife.

Kristoff rolled his eyes, “If this is what marriage is like, I’m glad you keep postponing ours.”

“You were gonna marry him, Anna?” Cadence asked with a laugh.

“Oh, don’t you start.”

“He sucks.”

“Hey!”

“He farts so bad, never shuts up about his reindeer and oh—“

“DON’T.”

Anna sighed, “You know what? I’m gonna go find my sister. And you two stay here, where you can’t annoy anyone. Expect me with your words.”

“You ran away from me! Anna, he’s a cheater, you wanna marry that?” Cadie said, spilling the beans.

Anna gasped, “You cheated on a princess, Kristoff?”

“He moved to Arendelle the next day.”

“I’m so sorry. Kristoff never ran away from me…I think?”

“That’s because he always had a thing for redheads, sweetheart.”

Kristoff shouted, “HEY! That’s it! You are a spoiled little rat-”

“You’re the one who couldn’t settle on a career!” Cadence yelled back

“You were a child farmer.”

"And you chose to be around ice and snow. You know who can do your job better? January!"

“Ice work seemed better at the time! So I studied it!”

“The whole town is FROZEN! Why are you selling ice for?”

“Farmer.”

“Stable boy.”

David and Snow kept fighting, while Kristoff and Cadence kept bickering. Anna tried to handle The Charming couple, but Snow kept making remarks, saying she was a murderer, causing Cadence to snicker with David barking over her.

Anna said sheepishly, “But you’re in love right? That has to count for something.”

“Love?! Ha! The moment I met her, she hit me with a rock!” David shouted.

Snow sighed, rolling her eyes, “Someone slip me a poison apple and put me out of my misery.”

Kristoff yelled, begging, “Me! Pick me.”

“Oh, shut it, Iceman!” David barked.

Kristoff bit back, “Oh ‘Iceman’? Who are you calling ‘Iceman’, ‘Stableboy’?”

“You! AGAIN the whole place is frozen! What are you selling ice for?!”

“IT’S MAKING ME GOOD MONEY!”

“You left us like it was nothing!”

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It went on for a while. Until a certain figure showed up. Running into the station dressed in a black gown, was Regina with a fierce growl and a smirk. Cadence scoffed, Snow and David looked annoyed, Kristoff was searching for something to knock himself out with, and Anna was plain out confused.

Cadence muttered, “This is gonna be interesting.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my lucky day. I originally came here to kill Emma, but now I get to kill the two idiots who started it all! And their personal sidekick!” Regina yelled.

“HEY!”

“You know who you are!”

“I served your ass for years.”

“But you went running back to them.”

David scoffed, “Well, in our defense, we didn’t tell Cora about your secret boyfriend.”

“Yeah, it was her!” Cadence agreed, pointing to her sister-in-law.

Snow furrowed her brows and remarked, “ARE YOU SELLING ME OUT?!”

“SHUDDAP! You all deserve to die, not just for what you did, but for your whining!” Regina shouted over them, pointing around to the trio, “But your punishment should fit your crime. You took my first true love from me, and now I’m gonna return the favor. By taking your baby.”

The trio yelled and shouted over one another for Regina to stop, as she poofed Kristoff and Anna away, throwing Snow’s door open and tossing Cadence into the same cell as her brother.

Snow and Regina squared off, with swords. The fighting soon commenced, dueling out in front of the shared cells. Soon enough, Regina towered over Snow nearby the desk. Across the desk stood the stroller.

“CAREFUL! The stroller's not under warranty anymore.” David called.

Snow strained, “You said you bought it new!”

“It was slightly used!”

Cadence recounted, “It was gently used!”

Snow grunted, kicking Regina off her, swaying the sword towards her midriff as she pushed back.

Regina glared, “Tell me when you’re tired of missing, Mary Margaret.”

Snow half-smirked, “I only have to hit you once.”

She swung and missed, Regina pushed her away, and both slipped on the flooring of the station. They used everything around them to fight: stacked papers, clothes, and small figurines. One of them was a tiny dog and a deep blue sweater.

“Hey!” Cadence called out.

Snow looked over her shoulder, “Is that my sweater?!”

“You never used it.”

“I was saving it for an occasion.”

“Like when?!”

Regina looked around to see if Cadence stole anything from her as well. However, as she was distracted, Snow took the upper hand, wrapping her arms around the woman and slamming them both against the cell block.

David and Cadence tried to take the upper hand, helping Snow as Regina pushed herself away from the trio.

The fight kept going back and forth, with David and Cadence watching like two school kids. They tried breaking out of the cell, but it was no use.

They screamed and shouted the whole time, even making remarks to Snow and Regina.

“Uppercut! Lock her onto the table,” Cadence yelled toward Snow. “Seriously?!” David looked at his sister.

“I’m helping!”

“At least tell her to swing the sword upwards to cut her cheek or something!”

“Oh, good idea! Snow, do that!”

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Suddenly, a burst of magic flew across Storybrooke, hitting the Police Station, causing everyone to feel like they were slapped across the face and pushed forward like they were asleep. Breaking the short spell.

They all looked around, oddly confused, seeing swords in hands, papers on the floor, small figurines, and the front desk being pushed backwards.

Regina looked down at herself, seeing herself in her Evil Queen dress with her hair all messed up and dropped her sword. Cadence saw herself snickering as it turned into a set of giggles and laughter.

Regina looked ridiculous, honestly.

“What am I wearing?” Regina asked.

Snow looked at her, breaking into a small fit of chuckles that turned into laughter, followed by Regina laughing alongside her.

David was leaning against the bars of the cell, snorting and laughing so hard, he rolled onto the floor.

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Every story can have a happy ending

[ask-missparker]

Okay, who’s driving? ~ Marvel Blurb

Pairing: Mia x Nikolai, Liane x Ethan, Rick x Luna, Cole x Jeremy

Friendship pair: Josh & Bella

Summary: Moments like this the universe just wants to make it harder on us. In other words, they should’ve just called Cole…

Other characters included/mentioned: Rochelle, Michelle, Cole, Rick and Luna

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Warning: Slight small mention of labor, but it is mostly comedic relief to move the story forward more than anything else. Nothing graphic or informative or insane. So you’re fine. ANYWAYs, please chaos from the young avengers and family members enjoy 😉

Note: Sorta OUAT but also could be Marvel fic haha (depending on how you look at it 😊)

A/N: This was a fun idea that could be seen as crack too, due to how much going on in the fanfic. Please enjoy!

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It was supposed to be a simple afternoon—well simple for the average group, due to them all hunting down the potions and stuff to stop the tide coming their way. A wicked protection spell.

You know save the day and explore that kinda thing?

So in response they were all sent a little goose chase and hunt for it at the docks.

It was good, they found the hidden gems and a piece of the puzzle to make the potion for later. Even broke half of the curse, destroying the spell, thanks to Liane, Joshua and Bella—restoring memories back for everyone. Yay, everything is safe and sound.

Just as things were going well at the docks with everyone talking and deciding to go back to the town square, Mia felt something off. She gripped Nikolai’s bicep and winced slightly.

“Love, are you alright?” He asked softly placing a hand on her lower back for support.

Mia chuckled awkwardly, “Eh, he he, well, either that was a Braxton Hick or a real one…”

“You’re a two weeks early, t-that’s not possible.” He replied in surprise, his tone sounding calm despite him internally freaking out.

“Yeah, well, since when have your children ever been one to surprise us by coming late?” She added jokingly.

Ethan, who was walking with Liane, looked up noticing his friends in distress. He knew his question would sound stupid, yet he still asked, “Are you guys alright?”

“You’re about to be an uncle again.” Mia murmured before clearing her throat once the contractions left and smiled in relief.

“Oh shit! I’mma be uncle again, I wasn’t there the first time around and now I am! This is exciting news—”

He was swiftly cut off by Nikolai who chuckled, “Uh Ethan, buddy, can you help me get everyone in the cars? Mia, where are the keys?”

Liane gasped, “You let her pregnant ass drive us to the docks?! Have you no shame?!”

“No! We took her car and I drove us here, I gave her the keys for safe keeping afterwards!”

“That still doesn’t make sense to me! You got magic and you couldn’t drive yourself!?”

“My car is getting fixed at Tony’s shop! We did needed another form of transportation here, and I will have you know I drive pretty well.”

Liane grinned, “Well in that case I’m driving! Me and the kids in one car. Ethan, Nik and Mia in the other. To the hospital people! Chop chop!”

The blonde sounded way too confident and overly proud of herself with that statement.

Everyone else looked at her like she was nuts. Yes, they were all vastly skilled in their respective fields but they all had their weaknesses. Everyone and their mother knew that Liane wasn’t the best driver per se.

Ethan loved his wife too much to say anything about it, as he was too busy in shock that Liane snatch the keys out of his hand. Joshua rolled his eyes and groaned at the idea, rubbing his mother’s shoulder in comfort. Even he was a better player in driving someone around.

Nikolai whined knowing it wasn’t the best idea to have the blonde drive both teenagers around to the hospital.

The only one truly brave enough in the chaos at the moment, despite being awakened by the curse to speak up was youngest lady there.

“Absolutely not!” Belladonna exclaimed snatching the keys out of her mom’s hands. “Are we really going to listen to her? Josh back me up here!”

Liane gasped in offensive frustration, “Um excuse you, young lady, but who do you think you’re talking to, sweetie?”

“Mom, I love you, but unfortunately you’re not the best driver.”

“I’m an experienced and excellent driver, sweetie.”

Bella muttered under her breath, “Yeah, when we were cursed and under that damn spell…”

“BELLA?!” Liane screamed in shock and gasped. “My own daughter this is—”

Joshua sighed speaking up, “Aunt Lia, she’s got a point. Last week you decided to give an another driving lesson and crash into a mailbox.”

Liane eyes widen and scoffed, “Well if I ever…it was one time!”

Joshua smirked, “It happened more than once. Also I think I should drive.”

“Him?!” Ethan yelled putting stuff in the car and bumping his head against the trunk.

“You?!” Liane added dramatically, “You’re both children you don’t even have you—”

Bella smirked as well nudging for Joshua to pull out his drivers permit, as he showed it to the others. Liane’s jaw dropped as Ethan blinked. Nikolai was rubbing his wife’s back and snickered at their reactions. He was proud.

“Since when did you-?!” Liane yelled breaking the silence.

“Back in New York, I got it.” Joshua added simply, a hint of confidence in his tone.

Bella couldn’t help but crack a smile and tease him, “Yeah, sure, it took him almost 6 months but he got it..”

Soon enough, different set of bickering broke out between the 5 of them.

“They are both babies they aren’t drive!”

“Liane not the time!”

“I can’t believe you decided to tell us now, Ethan?!”

“What you yelling at me for?!”

“I don’t know, it just feels right to yell.”

“Oh my god..”

“Are you sure we can’t all just drive together in one car?”

“Not a bad idea…out of both of us, who was the biggest space?”

“Idiot, how would that work, Nikolai?”

“I’m brainstorming, shut up.”

“Cause you guys stop fighting please? It’s not helping. I can take us three there, while Ethan gets there first.”

“Joshua, you’re a child!”

“I’m 17!”

“It was worth a shot, Bella…”

“Just let me drive!”

“Mom no!”

“Bella, please, the adults are talking.”

“You don’t even the slightest directions to the hospital!”

“THERE IS GPS FOR A REASON!”

“Shouldn’t we just call an ambulance?”

“That would take too long, Ethan!”

“Oh my goodness my nieces are gonna be born on a dock!?”

“No they ain’t!”

Mia finally shouted over everyone, “GUYS!”

“What?!” They all yelled back.

She sighed pointing to herself in a sing song tone, as if stating the obvious. “Hello.” She added hands on her hips for added effect.

The group was silent before getting the hint all making “ohhh!” and “ah, oh yeah, right.”, along with a bunch of apologies being given by the others. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile despite the mild pain she felt, coming and going.

Ethan spoke up as they followed the lead to the cars and asked, “Wait, wait, who’s driving?”

“I am!” Liane added, as if it was obvious.

She quickly got a bunch of objections and heads being shook in disagreement over her statement. Some rapidly shouted, “NO!”

Nikolai put a hand on his wife’s shoulder in silent support and turn to the group firmly, “Ethan’s driving us, Joshua’s driving you guys.”

“Yes!” Joshua exclaimed happily as him and Bella fist bumped.

Bella called shotgun and scurried over to the car.

Liane opened her mouth to speak wondering if Nikolai was serious or not, but one firm look from the brunette and she shut up completely.

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Soon enough they all arrive to the hospital, Joshua was left to park both cars as Ethan and Liane helped Mia into a wheelchair.

Nikolai was filling out forms when he noticed their friends all there. He stood there in shock, “What hell-? How did you guys—when did you guys get here?”

Michelle smiled sitting in one of the waiting chairs, “You really think we would miss this? Dude, it’s my nieces being born. Plus it’s gives me a chance to give Alexander the middle finger if he arrives.”

“I—But I didn’t call you! No one texted you.”

Bella smirked looking up from her phone, “Oh, when Josh was driving I texted Michelle. Figured she would like to know, but I didn’t expect her to come.”

Rochelle rushed in from one of the hospital rooms and smiled, “Oh hey! You’re here, that’s great, well me and Luna were already here anyway when Michelle called me.”

Mia, who was sitting in the wheelchair rubbing her backside, was about to ask what happened when the loud screams were heard down the hall. They belonged to Rick. Along with the insults.

“Long story short, Ricky got hurt earlier while experimenting on something with the kids..” Rochelle added, “He’ll be fine.”

Bella and Mia both rolled their eyes as Nikolai stayed quiet shaking his head.

Just before anyone could anything a cloud of magical thick smoke appeared. As the smoke cleared away, it showed Cole looking annoyed, angry and worried. The man was enjoying a peaceful afternoon in his shop, with his husband Jeremy while babysitting the children, when he got the damn news. He was in the middle of teaching one of his nephews, George, some cool spells! So he wasn’t happy.

Liane froze meanwhile Ethan signed looking at his brother.

“You should’ve call me!” Cole exclaimed loudly rushing over to the group. “Why did I just get a damn text from Bella that my angels are coming?! You idiots, you could’ve just call me instead of arguing over who gets the bloody keys?! UGH!”

“Cole, we can explain.” Liane started but was cut off.

“Ha! Please tell you didn’t drive, last week you hit my mailbox.”

“THAT WAS YOURS?!”

Ethan and Michelle snorted loudly but was stopped short by a glare from Cole.

Rochelle stay quiet running away to go check on Rick and Luna, not wanting to feel Cole’s wrath today. The redhead almost bumped into a wall rushing away from the group.

Besides Rick yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!”

Luna shouted over him, “Ricky stay still! The doctor is trying to remove the nails and splinters!”

Cole looked at Nikolai and pointed, “And you! What were you thinking?! As her husband I would believe you would have some sense to inform me or not waste time—”

Nikolai raised both eyebrows and furrow his eyebrows, “Don’t even start with me! I was more focused on my wife than calling anyone. None of us expected this to happen and we would’ve gotten here sooner, if it wasn’t for Liane’s performance.”

Liane gasped, “Me?! I offered to drive but you all refused to take me seriously.”

Bella and Ethan shared a look, slowly wheeling Mia away from the group and into her hospital room. Michelle got the hint, scurry off to follow them into the hallway as well, not without snapping pictures for blackmail later.

Joshua walked in a few minutes later, after successfully parking both cars, seeing his father, aunt and uncle Cole fighting.

“What did..?” He started before being dragged away by his best friend, “Gah, son of—!”

“Come on I’ll explain later.” Bella remarked ushering him into the room.

“Bella what did you do?!”

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Evermore (Chapter 04)

( Masterlist || Ao3 Link )

Content Warnings: discussions of of grief/death, mentions of puppets, mentions of (assumed) dead parents, mentions of pregnancy.

Author's Note: These bitches gay! Good for them!

Beetle was curled up on top of the attic bed when Ruby found them. 

After the funeral they’d gotten Emma to give them a lift back to her  parent's place (it’s where they’d chosen to hold the wake), and hadn’t moved since going upstairs and lying down.

(Everything had gone to custard. The thing with Ruby, and now their dad was dead? Life truly didn’t have it in them to give her a break, it seemed.)

Then, there was a quiet knock on the door.

‘Hey.’ Ruby said, quietly. ‘May I come in?’

‘Sure.’ Beetle mumbled, not rolling over. 

Ruby wandered over and sat herself down in the space next to Beetle.

‘Don’t worry, I’m not here to say anything to you. I don’t think words are the right thing, and I’m sure you’ve heard everything everyone could possibly tell you a bajillion times over.’ Ruby said.

‘Yeah. You got that right,’ Beetle replied. ‘But, I don’t think bajillion is a real number, Red.’

‘Well, maybe it should be!’ Ruby laughed. 

Beetle sat up then, now properly looking at her.

(She was so cute when she smiled.)

‘Ruby, what are you really here for?’ Beetle asked, after a beat. ‘What have you got to tell me?’

‘I--’ Ruby mumbled. ‘I think if you'd been there. I would have kissed you instead.’ 

‘Oh.’

‘Oh? That's all you have to say? Just, oh?’ 

‘Well, it's a lot…’ Beetle sighed. ‘I mean, don't get me wrong, it's really good to know that you do - in fact - like me back---’

‘Wait….back? What do you mean, back?’ Ruby said, interrupting Beetle.

‘Rain said that the kiss brought my feelings to the forefront. Perhaps, they'd always been there? Belle, isn't going to be a problem…my feelings for you were what was confusing me.' Beetle explained.

‘Okay, well, then we can take it slow?’ Ruby asked, after a beat.

‘Yes. I’d like that.’ Beetle confirmed, taking her hands.

(Gold's Antiques Shop)

Rain was leaning against the shop walls when Belle and Rumple got there. 

(Sure, they could have picked the lock like August had taught them to, but they really couldn’t be bothered.)

‘What are you…?’ Belle asked, when she noticed them. ‘Why are you outside the shop?’

‘I’m here to arrange for Geppetto’s parents to be picked up by August. They’ve been gathering dust for a while, it’s the least I could do.’ Rain replied. ‘Would you please, let me in?’

The door to the shop then clicked open, and Belle and Rain followed behind Rumple. Abruptly they stopped, shocked, staring at the interior of the building. 

It had been completely totalled.

‘What happened here?’ Belle questioned.

‘Hook. This is why he attacked you.’ Rumple stated, stepping through the debris to make his way towards the counter. Behind him Rain walked to the stand that had the dolls on it, and picked them both up.

‘Creepy little things, aren’t you?’ Rain muttered, then paused. ‘Uh, I’m sorry, if you can hear me -- as you’re sort of my in-laws….I suppose? But, we don’t want to get into that now.’

Rain then shoved them both quickly into their bag, and turned back to look at Belle and Rumple; only to see that they were now by the opened safe and smashed counter.

Suddenly, Rumple brought his cane down on the counter - throwing away a small model ship. The glass shattered, and fell to the floor with a loud crash. Besides Rumple, Belle flinched.

‘Rain,’ Belle asked, moving closer towards them. ‘Could you please walk me back to Emma’s?’

‘Of course I can.’ Rain replied.

‘Wait, Belle!’ Rumple called out, reaching down and pulling out a gun (of all things) from the drawer under the cabinet. ‘Before you go, could you please take this?’

Seeing this, Rain grabbed the gun from him before Belle could touch it, and checked to see if the safety was off.

‘Really?’ Rain said, handing Belle the bag with the dolls in it, so they could clip the gun onto their belt. ‘She doesn’t even know what a gun is!’

‘But-’ Rumple protested. 

‘No!’ Rain stated fiercely. ‘I’m taking Belle and leaving before I cave and decide that I should shoot you with this.’

So, they took Belle’s hand and led her away from him. As the door closed behind them Rumple placed his head in his hands.

‘Bloody fairies.’ He groaned.

(Emma's House - Again)

Confident that Belle would be okay on her own upstairs, Rain plonked the dolls down on Emma’s counter (next to the salad and Archie’s memorial photo).

Emma’s house guests had gone now (after leaving various condolence cards for August and Beetle), so now it was just August, Beetle, Belle, Ruby, and Rain left. 

‘What the hell are those things?’ Emma asked.

‘Archie’s parents.’ Rain replied, deadpan. ‘I was going to give them to August, but then I thought that might be one thing too many to pile on him today.’

‘Understandable.’ Emma laughed, awkwardly. ‘He’s over there, against the couch if you want to see him.’

‘Thank you, Emma.’ Rain said, with a soft smile.

(Storybrooke Docks)

‘Oh, I am so sorry.’ Rain sighed, when they realised where exactly they’d stopped. ‘I did not think this through at all, I just wanted to get us someplace quiet.’

‘No, I think it’s quite funny really.’ August laughed. ‘It almost seems appropriate. You, bringing me to the sea, where I died, on a day like today. Like fate can’t let us go.’

‘Fuck fate!’ Rain moaned.

‘I very much agree.’ August commiserated. ‘Now, what did you want to talk to me about?’

(For a moment, Rain considered mentioning their recent positive pregnancy test, but thought better of it.)

‘Putting it simply,’ Rain replied, swinging their arms up and down. ‘I thought you needed a break.’ 

‘I certainly did, today has been a lot. Most of them being on the not-particularly-good side of things.’ August said, taking Rain’s hand in his. ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

‘Yeah, I’m just sorry it took so long.’

++

Elsewhere Belle was reflecting on her (rather odd) day, as she walked along the docks searching for Hook's ship. 

(So far she wasn’t having any luck.)

Behind her, in bug form, Beetle was following; ready to act as back up if Belle needed.

‘Where is it?’ She asked. 

Then her attention was caught by the sound of creaking rope. Pausing in her tracks she looked around once more, and saw some seagulls fly into view and land on something invisible.

Belle then stepped backwards and opened the sandbox to her left, taking a handful and throwing it in front of her. This action revealed a set of stairs, presumably leading onto the ship.

‘Found you.’ Belle gasped, tentatively stepping up and onto the boat. 

++

Reaching the end of the stairs Belle found herself in front of a wooden door, which she pushed open cautiously.

‘Hello?’ A muffled voice cried out.

‘Uh, hello?’ Belle asked. 

Beetle took this moment to circle around the room, antennae twitching. Then, they transformed back with a flash of red light and pointed to the middle of the deck.

‘How do you know?’ Belle questioned.

‘Like August said to me the other day, I can feel the vibrations.’ Beetle replied. ‘I think whomever is in here is under the floorboards.’

‘Down here!’ The voice called out again.

‘Dad?’ Beetle muttered, reaching down and opening the covering. 

Inside the space, tied up but very much alive, was Archie.

‘Oh, thank god!’ Archie celebrated.

‘Dad!’ Beetle gasped, suddenly overcome by a wave of relief. ‘You’re okay?’

‘Yes, I am.’ Archie said. ‘It’s good to see you both. Now, can you, uh,’

So, Belle took a nearby sword and cut his ropes with it. He then stood up and got out of the confined space, moving immediately towards Beetle and embracing them in a hug.

‘I’ve missed you so much.’ Archie gasped.

‘Go, find Rain.’ Belle ordered. ‘Tell them I’m here on the ship.’

‘What? You’re not going to come with me?’

Footsteps then sounded overhead, causing them to jump.

‘Go, go, go, there’s no time to argue.’

‘Dad, come on!’ Beetle said, taking hold of Archie’s arm. ‘I saw them sitting at the docks, they’re not far.’

++

By the time Beetle had made their way back to Hook’s ship with Rain (Archie had opted to stay behind with August for a proper reunion), Rumple had gotten there before them. 

He was looking down at the prone body of a beaten and bloody Hook, while holding a small beige rag. Belle was standing over to his left; having not moved out of fear and the shock of seeing Rumple’s sudden violence.

‘Oh, and Beetle’s here too with their friend, how fun. Come to watch me suffer, have you?’ Hook cried out weakly, shifting his gaze to them. ‘You know, I saw your mother the other day.. I wonder what she’d think about all of this?’

At this remark Beetle reached into their pants pocket and pulled out a handgun, firing two shots into the mast above Hook’s head.

‘Don’t ever mention her to me again!’ Beetle yelled. 

‘Was that really necessary?’ Rumple asked, voice steely as he turned to look at Beetle.

‘Yup.’ Beetle replied, grinning. ‘Now step away from this crime scene, or I’ll shoot you too.’

‘On what grounds?’

‘Well, there’s harassment and assault to start with..’ Rain stated, counting with their fingers before looking over to Belle. ‘Belle, do you have anything to add?’

Cautiously, Belle shook her head.

‘But what about him?’ Rumple questioned angrily. ‘Doesn’t he have to pay?’

‘Yeah, but we have to get him to a hospital first.’ Beetle replied. ‘Then we’ll think about it.’

(Later)

Emma had chosen to take Rumple to the holding cells after talking to the others about what had occurred. But, since there was no way in hell Emma would have also taken Hook in her car with Rumple, that task was left up to Rain. Which, unfortunately, led to several long hours of waiting and piles of hospital paperwork. 

Now, however, they were seated in Granny’s diner alongside Archie, August and Ruby.

‘I am going to need so much therapy after this.’ Belle sighed, resting her head against Ruby’s shoulder.

‘Well, then it’s good my dad isn’t dead then, isn’t it?’ Beetle joked.

‘BEETLE!’ Rain groaned at the same time as Archie muttered ‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’ Beetle laughed. ‘You heard me, I went there.’

Rain just shook their head.

‘Good to see everyone happy again, isn’t it?’ August asked them quietly.

‘Yeah,’ Rain replied. ‘It is.’

(So why couldn't they shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong again?)

(The Outskirts Of Town)

‘Hey!’ A mechanic called out. ‘How can I help you?’

‘Just a cheap car check-up is fine.’ The man replied. ‘Now, tell me, where can I find Regina Mills?’

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23 - Fight for our Lives part 1

Part 24

Princess Red Thief

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Storybrooke 

Currently Rumplestilskin was leaning against his cane while sitting on the cot in the back room of his pawnshop feeling somewhat better to be around magic but he wasn’t cured either.  Snow stood before him in the room holding a candle he asked her to get that had one white end and the other end was black there she held in her hands.  “You’re not getting any better, are you?”

“The candle can save me. There’s nothing else.”

Snow reminded the man knowing Cora had given it to her when she pretended to be the Blue Fairy.  “ I wouldn’t use this to save my own mother. What makes you think I would use it for you?” 

“Because you’re all grown up now. And for once, our interests are aligned.” 

She mumbled to herself.  “She dies instead of you.”

“I know you can do this. I know you want to do this.” He looked up at the princess. 

“There’s no coming back from murder.”

Rumple responded sharply back to her.  “And there’s no coming back from death, either. And that’s what will happen to your loved ones.”

Snow slowly stepped up to him holding the candle.  “Even if I were to do this… The candle only works if you whisper the victim’s name over them.”

“The heart will do.” Rumple gripped his cane in his hand. 

“Cora’s heart – it’s not in her body.”

Rumple explained to the princess baring his teeth together once he finished.  “Use the candle, curse the heart. And then… Here comes the tricky part.  You have to put the heart back inside Cora’s body. She will die, and I will live.”

“There’s another way. I get Cora’s heart, I control her and make her do the right thing, and I let you die. Takes care of two evils at once.” Snow suggested eyeing the dark one who looked to be getting worse by the minute. 

“I’m just imagining poor Henry’s face when he finds out that you killed his grandpa.” Rumple bent his head down knowing he would guilt trip the princess before him with her grandmother.  “There’s also something else you don’t know.  If I die, so will Everly.” 

Emma enters the back room seeing the pair in a deep conversation.  “I drew the invisible line. I…think. What now? You cast a protection spell?” 

He shakes his head no, giving Snow White a weak look.  “No, no. You’re going to do that for me. I’m relying on you - I know you wouldn’t let another kid grow up without their parents like Emma did.” Snow parted her lips, nearly breaking down in heavy sobs at his words before she slipped out of the room with the candle hidden inside her coat. 

Emma made a confused expression.  “I can’t cast a spell. I can spell ‘spell’.”

“You can. It’s in you.” He encourages her. 

Emma asked him in a joking manner.  “How? Here? Like, from my brain?”

“Just try.” He whispered weakly. 

Emma closes her eyes and concentrates, but nothing happens which makes him raise his voice in frustration.  “Stop thinking! Conjuring magic is not intellectual endeavor. It’s emotion. You must ask yourself, ‘why am I doing this? Who am I protecting?’ Feel it.” 

Emma closed her eyes a second time before she and the dark one felt a difference in the air surrounding the shop meaning it had worked.  “Good girl. Very good girl.” 

“Rumplestilskin!” Emma and the dark one shifted their gaze to the new voice from a very angry woman that had entered the shop.  The curtain was thrown opened with the blonde woman storming in and carrying a car seat with two sleeping babies inside of it.  “We need to talk right now!” 

Rumple coughed in a weak state.  “Things are rather complicated right now, Abigail.” 

“Complicated how.  Why aren’t you all looking for a way to bring my daughter back to Storybrooke?” 

The dark one blinked through tears running his freehand through his hair.  “Abigail I’m sorry to be blunt about this but if I die so will your daughter.  I gave her part of my immortality so they have to save me before we can bring her home.” 

“My gosh.  What kind of things is my daughter facing right now” The princess set the babies down covering her mouth with her hands crying at the thought.  Rumple laid his head back hating to feel powerless in this moment to bring the woman he loved back home. 

Everly’s pov

Entering a tent that Alice had set up in the area we had met my daughter in.  I had done what I could to cover the wound with cloth and rope so I didn’t bleed out too quickly while we gathered the object we needed to create a portal back to Storybrooke.   Hearing footsteps approaching behind me I glanced over my shoulder seeing it was my daughter.  “I sent Alice out in search of magic to open a portal.  How are you feeling now?” 

“Why didn’t you go with her?  I don’t need you to babysit me.  I’ve been through much worse than this.  And to answer your question I’ll be fine for now.  As long as I can still move around and talk then we’re fine.” 

My daughter shakes her head with a chuckle.  “Now I see where I get my stubbornness from.  I didn’t want to leave you alone. I know you have more questions and we haven't given you too many answers to them.” 

“Why did this Zelena person go after your brother and Alice?” Was the first question that came to mind. 

Valerie went to respond until she could hear someone coming up to the tent where she rushed outside and I followed thinking it was Alice.  We halted in our tracks seeing a guy with curly brown hair coming towards us.  “Valerie!” He called her name and the second he was closer I saw he had deep brown eyes meaning he could only be. 

“Archer! What the devil are you doing here?” 

She ran forward embracing him in a bear hug while he buried his fingers into his sister's hair given the fact that she was shorter than him.  “I come see you everyday.  I know this is when Alice roams the woods.  Why has something changed?” 

“No, she's out looking for something.  There's just someone new here who needs our help.” My daughter pulled away looking over her shoulder in my direction and her brother followed her gaze. 

He asked softly under his breath.  “Val, why does that woman look so familiar?” 

“Because  - because she's our mother from a place called Storybrooke.” She answered him. 

I felt my mouth drop opened the second he began walking over in my direction.  Archer scanned over my body and I imagined that I didn’t fit the dress attire for this realm.  He was dressed in some thick clothing and a brown cloak draped over his shoulders.  “If you’re really my mother answer me this, why did you name me Archer?” 

“Because one of my greatest friends is named Robin Hood.  He’s amazing with a bow and arrow.  That’s why I named you after his skill.” 

Archer nodded with a proud smile embracing me instantly after he had gotten the correct answer.  “Hi mom from Storybrooke.  Can you tell what this realm is like?  Is it similar to the Enchanted Forest or Wonderland?” I clutched my hands into the fabric of his clothes till he asked me some questions. 

“It would take some time to explain.  The simple answer is it’s in a land that doesn’t have magic, unless you are inside the town line.” I broke the embrace with my son noting that he very much resembles his father more than he does me.  “I need to ask you something though.  What do you know about opening a portal to another land from here?” 

Valerie sharply turned drawing out a dagger from her belt attached around her hip.  “Someone’s here.” 

“I think I’ve found a way home for the Storybrooke princess - Archer.  You - you can’t be here.” Alice ran through the small bushes halting in her tracks, throwing her curly blonde hair once she had seen a specific person standing a few feet away from her. 

Archer spun around on his boots. I could see the joy that crossed his face yet it slowly disappeared when Alice went to take a few steps forward in his direction.  “Alice, I’m happy to see you-“ 

“I’ve missed you, Arch.  But we can’t come any closer or you’ll die.” Alice weakly responds with heavy tears in her eyes once seeing he was with us. 

Touching my son’s shoulder I gave the pair a sympathetic look.  “Alice told me about this curse.  I’m truly sorry I don’t know a way to fix this.” 

“It’s okay, mom.  Alice and I know how close we can get before we start hurting the other.  But we need to focus on getting you home.  What did you find, Alice?” 

She sighed heavily reaching inside her bag that she had hanging across her body.  “I don’t know if it will work since it’s cracked.  But this is the original way I came to this realm.” She held up a golden round mirror that had a slight crack on the top of the mirror glass. 

Gently taking it from her hands Valerie and Archer kept their distance behind me while I was standing near the realm jumper girl.  “I’ll take the risk.  I refuse to let anything bad happen to me, my lover or our children.” Looking over my shoulder smiling bravely at my twins. 

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OuaT Peter Pan X OC: Cruel (part 1 maybe)

This is just for fun y'all. This isn't a fanfic page so PLEASE don't get attached to anything I post here, there will not be frequent updates (if any). I may drop this and never post again, it's all for kicks and giggles. Even still, let me know how I can write better. xoxo

Brief Synopsis - Loretta finds herself washed up on the shores of an unfamiliar island. The friend she arrived with is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean she's alone on the island.

Story starts under cut.

It’s almost like static, the sounds Loretta heard as she roused from a state of numbness. With her head pounding and body aching and cold, she blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh light against her face. Her blinking becomes more rapid as she attempts to remove pests from her eyes. It’s not dirt, but sand. A strong scent of sea veg fills her nostrils. She begins to recognize the familiar feeling of soft waves, washing over her, returning to the sea, then over her again, ending just below her cheeks. As the sand clears from her eyes, she becomes better adjusted to the light and can see her surroundings. She had washed up on the shore of some land. Is it an island? A mainland? Is there any civilization or is she stranded?

Stranded. Stranded would mean she’s alone, but she isn’t alone. As she sat up she remembered. “Noah Reed!?” she calls out into the white light reflecting off the beach, whipping her head around in each direction. He came with her on their wrecked ship, the boy she escaped that life of responsibility with, the one who showed her what magic and true freedom could be. The one who told her about the different worlds. But that storm had separated them. Is he even on the island? What island is she on? There are no strange fruits along the shoreline to indicate if she recognizes the island from stories or pictures. The vastness of the sea isn’t helping either. Loretta stumbles to her feet, taking in her surroundings. She kicks her legs in awkward discomfort as her now dirtied white skirt sticks to her calves. “Noah Reed! Noah Reed! Noa-,”

Loretta cuts herself off as she notices the unfamiliar boy in front of her. He stands unbothered on top of the rigged rocks, cocky, as if he owned the place. “You’re not Noah,” she states blankly.

“Do I look like Noah?” the boy asks.

“If you’re going to be like that I think I’d rather you leave me be,” he raises his eyebrows at that, then holds an entertained smile.

“What’s your name?”

“That’s none of your business. How about you tell me your name?”

“That’s none of your business,” Loretta frowns, eyebrows furrowing. She looks down, spots a stick a short ways away from her, then marches towards it. “What are you doing?”

“Drawing a line in the sand,” she says as she presses the tip of the stick deep into the wet sand and drags it in a long line, separating herself from the older boy. “You stay on that side and stop bothering me,”

With that order, she turns around sharply, wet hair whipping through the air, droplets smacking her in her own face, and marches in the opposite direction for the boy, looking about the sandy shore.

“What are you looking for?” Loretta makes a noise of alarm before scowling. The boy had appeared right before her eyes.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone?” The boy says nothing, waiting for an answer. She lets out a breath of frustration, but answers all the same. “My leather satchel. It can’t be far from here,”

She walks the shoreline, the boy continuing to follow, hoping from rock to rock. He really is fast. And annoying. Like a gnat that just won’t give.

“So how did you get here anyway?” he asks her. Buzz buzz buzzing like a gnat too. Can’t he just leave her alone?

“A shipwreck,” she states plainly.

“I don’t see any ship ‘round here,”

“Because it happened in the middle of the sea, that’s why. There was a bad storm. Now won’t you please leave me alone? I really need to find my bag,”

“You mean the one over there?” Across the shore there’s a tall rock, around its base is the arm band of her satchel, the bag itself fighting against the current of the shallow waves. Without a word she runs to it, leaving imprints of her feet in her wake, the sand gathering on the hem of her skirt. She pulls the satchel up and off the rock. Dropping to her knees, she opens it, digging through its contents. “What’s in this bag that’s so important anyway?”

“A spell book,” she says, lifting up a book with a finely detailed hard cover, eyes wide in excitement and awe. It may look worn from age and seawater, but the magic inside is just as crisp and powerful as if it were still new. “Let’s see if this is the island I seek,”She flips through the pages until seemingly finding a specific one, then places the book open on the sand, her stick from earlier lying crooked against the book's binding. The boy looks quizzically as he watches her over her shoulder. Again her arm plunges into the bag and she pulls out another item, this one a spinning wooden top. Whilst reading the open pages, she mumbles to herself, holding the top over the book. She stares down the item as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. “Curses! It isn’t working. I must be on the wrong island, if this even is one,”

“And what island might you be looking for?”

“A place with magic. To keep us young forever and conjure things one can only hope for in my land,” Loretta raises to her feet, looking round and defeated, not knowing what to do. “I don’t even know if he’s in this place with me. Gosh, I wish I could just have a map to find him!” almost in an instant, a drawn out parchment appears in the palm of her empty hand. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in both hands and feeling the paper to test its existence. On the piece is a mark of where she is, a large X, and a dotted trail connecting the two. “A map, exactly how I wished it. Wait…” she turns to the boy, “How did you appear in front of me so suddenly before,”

He simply shrugs. “Magic,” Loretta approaches him, looking him in the face.

“Tell me, what island is this?” he smiles at her, a mischievous smile.

“Why, this is Neverland, of course,” Loretta’s face widens with a grin, and she cheers, jumping in the air.

“We did it! We found it! Why didn’t you say something earlier! You enjoyed watching me act a fool, didn’t you?” her whole demeanor had changed. Before she held a posture of irritation towards the boy, but how she shared a fondness towards him. “Come, I still have to find Noah Reed,”

“You want me to come with you? Weren’t you just telling me to bug off before?”

“What, that? Oh, that wasn’t serious. Besides, you seem to know this island better than me. I could use your help. Now are you coming or not?” she flippantly asks, then runs towards the forests.

posted 14.Wed.Mar.2024

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Hercules AU - The Super Spouses

Steven Grant Rogers as Hercules (Herc)

Estella Romano-Strange as Megara (Meg)

Summary: Steve Rogers had been an outcast his whole life, he was always alone aside from a couple of friends here and there, until one day he's given the chance to show the world what he's got. But the question is, he is a zero or a hero in the eyes of a certain fair lady? 

Once Upon A Time/Fantasy AU

~~~~~

In the lower ends of the forests and the mountains stood the forsaken sandy beaches that led to a town filled with men and women of all different ages and sizes. 

In the town held way too many, players and rookies trying to seek like everyone else. Be heroes, lovers, challengers and the list goes on. Some of them just acted to the play the role of bullies.

Where stood Steven Grant Rogers on the other end of it all—no seriously! He was on the other hand of some dude’s fist for the 3rd week in a row for trying to help the baker but instead, he ended up making a mess due to not pulling his weight as he told some jerk to knock it off. Last week, he was trying to fight some larger guy for almost harming some women but his efforts ended with him having to nurse a sore arm that day.

Today, yet again he had his ass handed to him as he tried to fight back holding a makeshift shield. Which was actually a lid from some can, taking a few good licks towards the guy who was picking the fight. 

The guy backed off once his friends yelled for him, rubbing his face and glared at Rogers. 

Steve leaned against a wall, coughing and huffing wiping his nose checking for any blood stains on his face or clothes. He might in relief at being clean, deciding to head home soon.

Steve didn’t like bullies, he rather get beaten up trying to do something such a helping out than watching a person struggle in result of being helpless during a time of need. Only problem was that he was seen a outcast, some scrawny kid, but that doesn’t stop him from doing what he thinks is right.

It also helps that he would find himself looking at status of literal heroes at the fairs and museums wishing he could be seen as more than just what people saw physique.

When he was younger his mother was would get her own little troubles and end up feeling hurt in the end. 

He would ask, “Why don’t you just stand down, ma?”

Her response, “…you always stand up.”

His mother always knew he had a good heart and he would keep fighting until his last breath, as long as he always stands. 

~~~

That’s how he found himself at Phil’s stations. Plenty of men were ringing up to become knights and such for the wars, to fight monsters and possibly be heroes. Phil and his bosses was skeptical, especially when Steve showed up for the try outs, to train and become a hero.

His bosses didn’t believe this short skinny kid had something to prove. Hell, Phil stopped having tryouts once he saw how poor of a turnout there was. But was surprise Phil the most weeks later was the same short skinny kid showed up at his doorstep with such determination, heart and willingness to give it his all. 

He even brought a friend, James Barnes, with him as his support and fellow fighter. 

After a long hard stare, Phil deeply sighed and decided to give it a shot, but warned Steve that if he messed up or made a fool out him, there would be problems. He already had plenty of men do the same to him before, where they’re egos and pride got the best of them.

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Weeks of training, grit and determination, along with hope of the gods themselves. It was as if he was given a transformation that seemed otherworldly on how he started out.

Steven Grant Rogers was taller, stronger, could run faster than he could before, quicker on his feet and had muscles to back him up. His friend wasn’t looking too bad either.

It was a grand improvement, and his skills showed it better than Phil expected. His pal, Howard came to help out every now, grinning at the show in front of his eyes. 

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One afternoon, it was just Phil and Steve training in the forest, until the tall blonde got it right. Despite Phil’s best efforts, there was his spark of impact in the young man’s eyes wanting to help people and put his skills to the test.

See what else can he do. He was training, fighting beast within waters and trying to outsmart them. However he had his misfortune moments there too, where he would fall and misstep somewhere.

There were moments where Phil was too hard on him too.

Phil said, “With time, you will do so. Have patience, rookie.”

Steve just nodded. 

Until he heard it, the sounds of grunting and yelling. A few trees away at the same forest, stood a women trying to run away from some monster, a centaur named Nessus. 

“I swear, put me down! If my brothers hear about this—” Yelled the women, trying to be released from his grip.

“You’ll what? Call them to use their magic on me? I ain’t scared, call them, sweetheart.” Repiled Nessus with a smirk.

“Ugh! You’re breath stinks.”

“Heh I like ‘em fiery too, baby.”

“Ew! Let go of me, dimwit!”

Steve stood behind a few pills of tall grass and bushes, watching this all go down as his facial expressions were ones of disgust and distant for the blue centaur holding the women in his grasp. He didn’t like it one bit, hell he didn’t even hear Phil or Bucky’s soft shouts to talk him through on how to fight the dude, he just went for it.

He flipped his sword and grunted, stomping along the water grabbing the centaur’s attention, “Halt!

“Step aside, two legs.” The centaur snarled, still holding the women.”

“Pardon me my good…sir. I’ll have to ask you to release that young maiden at once.”

That was when the women finally face him. She whipped her head around, taking a deep breath pushing her long bangs, pushing herself from the centaur’s grip.

“Keep moving’, jolly steam.” She remarked, grunting.

He raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you a damsel in distress?”

“I’m a damsel, I’m in distress…I can handle this. Bye!”

“Ma’am, I think you may be too close to the situation.” 

The two started to bicker, but soon enough the big blue eye backed Steve onto the water. Phil rolled his eyes and Bucky whined wanting to help, Phil shook his head. Steve got up and snarled, overhearing Phil and Bucky’s shouts of encouragement that sounded like tough love to his ears. 

Steve thought for a moment flipping his sword and thought to use his head, as he swung and kicked the big blue guy  so hard he was went flying backwards. Hell, the women was left from his grasp and falling into the water, coughing and crawling to sit on a rock. 

Steve helped her off and onto the rock but before he can get more than two sentences out Nessus went up for round 2, as the blonde excuse himself to fight him.

The women ring her wet curls out and let out a light chuckle, “Is wonder boy for real?” “Yeah he’s real..a real punk.” Bucky muttered with a scoff then shouted, “Get his legs dummy!” 

“Friend of yours?”

“Yup.”

Eventually Steve got the upper hand, as Nessus went flying and Bucky took a final swing at the blue jerk. Both friends nodded and grinned.

“How was that Phil?” Steve asked, fully soaked.

“Not how I hoped it was good. You made mistakes, but people will catch onto it in the big leagues.” Phil repiled. 

“I beat him, didn’t I?” Steve said, 

Bucky remarked, “I helped!”

Phil groaned and yelled, “Next time, don’t let your guard down cause a of pair of big goo-goo eyes! Both of ya!” 

“Hey, he’s the one who didn’t listen! And I don’t crack under the pressure..” Bucky defended himself poorly.

“I know but you guys gotta stay focus! Especially Rogers.”

“I’ll talk to him, I promise—wait where did he go?”

Steve has walked off to check on the women he tried to save earlier, he wanted to make sure she was alright after all of that. This time he got a better look at her, as he found her to be rather pretty. She was standing up, wearing a long blush red dress, ringing out her curls into the stream of water beside them. She looked over to face him, catching a look at the wonder-boy’s soft blue eyes and brown clothes. 

He was handsome.

He half chuckled with a slight awkwardness and he carefully asked, “Are you alright, miss…?”

“Um, Estella..but mainly people call me Stella. I didn’t need you to save me back there, you know?” She asked in a hush yet sassy tone.

“I know, but you looked like you needed the help. You were stuck in his giant hand.”

“And?”

“And I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could’ve at least done something to get him away from you.”

“Wow..”

“Heh, ‘wow’ what?”

“You sounded very genuine with that line. Also you let me fall to the ground.”

“Again, I was trying to help. And I apologize  for the incident, it wasn’t my intention for that part to happen.”

Estella watched him for a moment, seeing how he was actually being genuine and doing his best here. It was pretty clear he was new to this, all of this for that matter.

The least she can do is cut him some slack.

“Alright. They give you a name with that whole look?” She asked, looking over her shoulder smiling.

He hummed returning the smile, “Heh, I uh—I’m um, uh..”

“Are you always this articulate?”

“Uh, no. And to answer your previous question, my name is Steve Rogers.”

“Steve Rogers? Hmm. It’s cute. But I think I prefer wonder-boy.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at her comment about to make a remark at her words but decided against it. Instead he asked, “So, if you mind me asking, how did you get mixed up with the big blue guy?”

“Pinhead with hooves?” She responded, “Things happened, I fell into the wrong crowd.”

“Really?”

“Well yeah, you know how some men are. They think no means yes and get lost means take me I’m yours.”

Bucky could be heard snorting in the background, trying to cover up his laughter. Phil scoffed not knowing to like this women or not at the moment. Steve half smiled as he watched Estella thank him for his efforts, walking away saving she had to head home.

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Rogers spend the time couple of days training and trying to protect his craft, perfect his skills with Phil and Bucky. They traveled to different places within the cities and town looking for anyone who might need help.

They fought an ogres, a beast or two and taken out some jerk who infested a town by being greedy to the folks. It was nice, they were small fest of fights to keep of his strength and protect others from harm.

It’s what he wanted to always do. And he was more than glad to do so. 

And so did the women—Estella, who watched from afar nodding and smiling at his accomplishments along the way. She had to hand it to him, fighting off those beast and making sure some town folk were given the some peace. A piece of her melted seeing his smile and kindness towards the people, even if many didn’t really have an appetite or cared to give him the time of day. He kept doing what he could with his friends. 

She knew from stories, people needed to see the big moments to consider someone a hero, not a zero. At the moment, he was seen as zero to Estella despite all the things he’s done. She didn’t know his true motivations yet and wondered if he did for the power, the fame and glory. 

The girl was at odds.

Yeah sure he was strong, tall, blonde and nice, but most men can be like that one the surface.

She needed to see the real fight here. See if he was would run away and show his true self or stay to fight.

Not the small ones that prove nothing, but someone who was trying to hard.

It also didn’t help that her big boss was thinking of sending a challenger his way…

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A couple of weeks later, that answer comes as clear as day. 

In a quiet city within a kingdom, Steve was resting after a simple day of swimming and enjoying his afternoon at the market place. Him and Bucky had spent the day trying to familiar themselves with that side of the city, get to the people if possible, as the idea was suggested they moved there.

It was pretty much close to home and still far to travel around too.

Currently, Steve was taking in the light clouds that blew past the sunlight as it shinned upon his body. His week was rather odd to say the least, the basic training, traveling, talks with friends, and trying his best to make sure people were doing alright. 

But a small of him yearned for a fight. A true battle, like the one he can prove who he was and take a stand for others. He wasn’t asking for a war, just to look out for the little guy and show others that they can be helpers to anyone who need it.

He sighed wondering if maybe he was trying to hard, if he should just pack it up and go home for a while. It’s not like was looking for trouble to appear on his doorstep and neither did he want to see anything destroyed or hurt. 

Maybe he could see that fair lady again and—

He was suddenly taken out of his thoughts at the sound of screams and shouts, as he rushed onto his feet looking around for who that was. He followed the noise rushing to see was happened. Then he saw it, two kids stuck under wood and dry stonewall, hearing women crying and men shouting. 

He raced in to do his part, appearing underneath the collapsed temple yelling for the kids to hear their voice and make sure they were still alive. He heard some coughing and wheezing coming from their voices, as he rushed to lift up the wood and stone that collapsed over them. He held his breath lifting the items, urging both kids to try and move as he throw the stone to side, helping them out of there. 

Before the temple can take full force and collapsed any further, he got everyone out holding both children, who seemed to be around 7 years old, in his arms making sure they were okay. The kids nodded and thanked him, as they rushed off to their parents. 

Steve finding let out his breath at the sigh of both children safe and sound, that he didn’t even realized people were watching. He was more concerned with their health, looking over his shoulder to see the temple in pieces as dust and rumble surrounded behind him. He half smiled and waved at ‘your welcome’ to the parents who thanked him in grateful for their held, watching the kids who kept their gaze on him before looking back at their mothers.

Then he heard it, some clapping and shouting in the air for his act of bravery as he nodded and gave the few who noticed him a smile. Bucky rushed in just in time to see the motion and scoffed at his friend getting some recognition for his work, after all the weeks.

But it wasn’t over yet.

“Steve, look out!” Shouted Bucky who pointed at the what crawled out a crave near the temple.

A beast appeared more like a dragon with a long neck, sharp teeth and killer eyes snarling at Steve. The blonde’s eyes widen gulping as he realized he left his sword behind but thankfully Bucky found it and tossed it over to him.

The warring fight had began, as the dragon snarled and wicked his head around as Steve circled him with his sword throwing everything at the beast. This wasn’t something he ever fought before. Steve, along with Bucky’s help, trying to distract the dragon and knock it off balance to not eat them. 

At one point, the dragon wrapped his tongue around Steve’s ankle and threw him midway into the air, opening his mouth and swallowed him whole. Bucky looked away and groaned, battling the dragon in revenge for his friends but was knock into a wall. 

People watched, gasping and screaming at the sight. Estella was standing afar gasping, thinking Rogers was a goner. 

But to the dragon’s surpassing surprise and everyone else include, their breaths were held back. As inside the dragon’s throat was a rumbling noise and crawling tickle that confused the beast, as a sudden slice cut off his airway and his head went flying off. On the other side appeared Steve Rogers, holding his sword and grunting ever so loudly as his body slammed onto the ground alongside the dragon’s head.

People clapped and smiled, some sighed in relief. Bucky helped his friend up as Estella whined at the gross smell surrounded them. Steve got up on his feet, looking around and ordering Bucky to get other’s to safely as he figures out what to do with the dragon’s head.

Speaking of heads…one cut off, 3 other grew just like it. Once he turned around his eyes widen once again, grabbing his sword and giving Bucky a signal to join him.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were fighting The Hydra. 

It was brutal sight to see, as The Hydra snarled, growled and screamed in their direction as both men fought him. The crowd was running and yelling as rain showed over the land at the same time. Bucky fell to the ground, as Stella rolled her eyes dragging him up the bench before he could get killed muttering something under her breath, meanwhile it was left to Steve to finish him off.

The rain was pouring, the screams were engulfing everyone around, people gasped and ran for the heavens. But Steve Rogers maintain his breath, sword were on the other end of the ground as the HYDRA picked him up and threaten death in his eyes. In a last effort to think quick on his feet, Steve balled his fists and steady his shield slammed the wall of thick rock until it came crashing down.

The Hydra came crashing down and he went down with it.

Silence fell on the ground above, you could hear a pin drop as everyone fell their breaths. Stella gasped and looked over her shoulder watching her boss, Hades, sitting in the dark corners watching with a grin. 

Hades’s grin was clear as day watching Steve collapse with his challenger, betting all his coins he has fallen, snickering at Stella’s face toward horror and bitterness. A part of Estella reminded him of his only daughter, Luna, who started out kind and all so sweet then somehow she escape The Underworld, then he never saw her again. 

But with Stella, it was different, she was a slave to his deeds after some stupid deal to have her big brothers live while she went to find Hades whatever he needed in return that day, but she never reading the fine print. That she would stay under his thumb for as long as he liked…

However his grin slowly fell, as he leaned forward in his chair and saw movement from below, furrowing his eyebrows and grunted, “..no. He should be crippled or dead..”

Underneath the dust and stone, grunts and growls were heard, suddenly a large piece of stone was thrown to the side as below stood the blonde man, Steve Rogers, with a couple of cuts and bruises yet he was standing tall holding his shield taking a breath.

Hades screamed in his corner surprised, on how only a mere mortal could have so much strength and courage to stand after that battle, he should have fallen. 

He wasn’t even a god yet he had the looks, kindness and determination of one.

The people scream and shouted, clapping at the Rogers huge save and fight among the folks there. They loudly cheered and went to tell anyone who was standing next to them the news.

An old lady, named Frigga, who was watching the huge fight and seeing how Rogers came out on top despite the tough challenge, nicknamed him Hercules. 

Stella was leaning against the wall, in pure shock and scoffed as a soft grin took over her face and nodded at the sight.

Maybe there was still hope for Steve Rogers yet? Especially after a couple of voices called him a hero. 

She smirked looking over her shoulder watching Hades’s annoyed and practically about to blow a fuse with such a short temper. 

She was more than impressed by all of this.

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That's all folks! Might do 'I Won't Say I'm In Love', ‘Zero to Hero’ or something next, who knows? Let me know what y'all think!

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Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (1)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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The carriage bumps once again, causing my mother to close her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. I raise an eyebrow at how tense she is. It’s only a soiree, after all, which we’ve been to enough times that not even I get nervous anymore. Just filled with dread. When she opens her eyes, I smile—a reassuring smile which she returns, her expression softening.

“You’re not wearing your corset.” My mother’s calm expression breaks into one of annoyance once again as she chastises me. I furrow my eyebrow, trying not to look as though I’m pouting.

“Why should I have to wear a corset?” I ask, knowing I’m acting slightly like a petulant child. I can’t help it, though; the last time I’d worn a corset, my ribs felt bruised for days.

“Because corsets are proper,” my mother explains, despite already knowing that I knew that. I shoot her a look.

“Who’s to say what is proper? If proper was to wear a pigeon in your hair, would you do it?” I ask rhetorically. My mother shoots me an exasperated look, and I sigh, feeling slightly bad. “I’m sorry,” I say, my tone no longer argumentative. “I’m just tired,” I add without further explanation.

Tired is a bit of an understatement. Delirious is more like it. I’ve never been someone who gets a lot of sleep, not even as a child, plagued by dreams of a place that I can never seem to remember in detail when I awake. Recently they’ve been even more frequent, causing me to pace back and forth in my room for most of the night. The maid, Josephine, even made a joke about me burning a hole in the carpet, which led me to having a conversation holding her hostage about how fast someone would have to move to do such a thing. I should talk to my mother about paying her more.

“Are you having those dreams again?” She asks, her concern evident. I simply nod, not wanting to go into detail, so as not to worry her further. Just as she’s about to open her mouth to say something else, the carriage comes to a stop, meaning we’ve arrived. It’s my turn to sigh heavily as I imagine all the dancing I’ll have to do.

My mother reaches over and grabs both my hands in hers. “You are so beautiful, Alice. And unapologetically yourself. I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter,” she finishes, her eyes becoming somewhat teary. My eyes widen slightly, but I feel my heart warm considerably at her words. I smile softly at her in thanks.

The carriage swings open, and I see Andy’s parents there to greet us. I step out of the carriage, careful not to step on my baby blue dress. Andy’s father, Haymish, lends me a hand, and I bow my head slightly in appreciation. I’ve known Haymish’s family since I was a little girl. He’s a sailor, like my father was, and would often see me running around my family’s manor and would tease me about my striped socks that I loved so dearly.

Before Haymish can say a word, his wife speaks up. “Andy is waiting to dance with you in the gardens,” she says, leaving no room for argument.

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Andy and I dance silently for a while when I accidentally bump into another couple dancing next to us. Andy shouts an apology at them, giving some excuse for why. I look up at him with an apologetic look, understanding that he has to protect his family’s reputation.

“You’re more spaced out than usual today, Alice,” Andy says with a fond chuckle. I smile back at him. Andy is a good man. He always has been since we were children. He’s been especially understanding towards me and my strange quirks, which is surprising for a man who was primarily raised by the witch that is his mother.

“I was imagining what it would be like if everyone were wearing birds on their heads,” I say, stifling a giggle at the mental imagery.

“What kinds of birds?” He can’t help but ask with a small smile.

“Pigeons,” I reply, looking up at him with an amused smile.

“Alice,” Andy says, his face becoming somewhat serious for a moment as he stops dancing and turns to face me. I look up at him in confusion and slight concern. I go to ask if he’s alright, but he interrupts me. “Meet me at the gazebo in five minutes. I have something I wish to ask you,” and without waiting for my reply, he walks off quickly. I stare after him for a moment, but I notice something out of the corner of my eye.

A white rabbit, and it looked as though it were wearing… clothes? It quickly runs off into the maze of hedges on the property. I rub my eyes, confused and slightly concerned that I’m becoming touched in the head.

I walk towards the direction the rabbit went and enter the maze. I turn the corner when I come face to face with Mildred, Andy’s mother, who begins talking to me about something regarding Andy’s digestive system, but I’m hardly paying attention as we walk and she talks.

I reply to her half-heartedly but gasp when I see the rabbit once again, this time I can clearly see it wearing a blue waistcoat as it runs off. Mildred turns to look at what I’m looking at, but the rabbit is already gone by the time she turns. When she doesn’t see anything, she turns back to me with an expression I’m all too familiar with by now.

“What’s wrong, dear?” She asks with fake concern oozing from her tone, but I can see the contempt in her eyes. I open my mouth to answer, but as I look behind her, I see the rabbit once more, this time he’s holding up a pocket watch and pointing at it before running off once more.

“I’m so sorry, Mildred. You know how much I enjoy our chats,” I say with a plastic smile, when in reality, I wish I could tell her how little I care about Andy’s poor digestive system. “But you’ll have to excuse me,” I say, and without waiting for her reply-

I run.

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Your Love is a Turning Page

Written by @katiekinswrites + @if-you-onlyknew

Summary: Jefferson wakes up with a year of his life missing after Pan's curse. The town is oblivious and he is alone yet again. When he meets the town's patisserie chef and part time ballet teacher, Delilah Mason, he feels a connection to the woman. Not to mention the ring she wears on her index finger -- a ring he stole decades earlier. How does she have his ring? Who is this woman and why has no one in town noticed that they've been cursed yet again?

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