#roland: pda all day every day

[bookdragonquotes]

[kazoo5480]

She got up in the morning and it was cooler than usual. Her mom set breakfast down and whispered, "WD40'd the front door this morning" and winked. Emma sighed, nothing got past her mother.

Ruby came in the back door, "Morning Nolan’s! Don't forget your slip Em!" She said dropping into a chair and scooping eggs onto her plate.

"Already in my bag," Emma said chewing.

"Did you save enough this summer for a car?" Ruby asked, and Emma shook her head.

"Not yet, but I am going to see how my school and sports schedule is and try to find something in between," she said and her mom tutted her.

"School first. If you get your license next month, you can use one of ours on the weekend until you've saved enough. Not every weekend, but sometimes. School's more important Em" she said and Emma nodded.

"Well, that's cool. We won't have to walk to the movies, or the mall anymore” Ruby said with a grin, and Emma smiled back.

“Yeah, that actually won’t suck,” she said.

They hurried up and ate, grabbing their bags and walking out the front door, as Henry ran past them high fiving Killian at the end of the walkway as he ran in the opposite direction to meet Roland.

“Morning Swan,” Killian said and kissed her. “Ruby” he smiled and grabbed Emma’s hand. Ruby rolled her eyes at them both.

“God, your public declarations and PDA is going to kill me with the sweetness of it,” she said teasingly.

Emma’s heart fluttered a bit at the thought and she shot Killian a look and he kept his face impassive.

Will caught up with them at the corner, and they talked about the driver’s ed class they were all enrolling in, and Will and Killian trailed behind the girls. Killian did not mind walking behind Emma at all, her skirts always rode up higher in the back as her backpack shifted, and he did not mind the view at all.

“Jones? Did you hear what I said?” Will asked and Killian looked over, and the girls stopped in front of them. He shook his head, “No sorry, didn't catch that” he said and smirked at Emma.

“I asked if you had your math notes, I need to borrow them to study,” he said dramatically.

“Yeah, sure. I will get them to you when we get to school” he said and Will shook his head.

“You're already a goner. Rest in Peace Killian” he teased, and Killian barked out a laugh.

They headed inside and Killian followed Emma to her locker, “Isn't your locker the other way Jones?” She asked, and he nodded.

“I say we try to be a little creative today” he murmured.

“Here? At school?” I don't think so” she said, chewing her lip.

“What if I told you I knew someplace guaranteed that there would be no interruptions? At lunch,” he said and smirked at her.

“Why do you even know that? Not at school,” she said and his fingertips grazed her hip, sending shockwaves through her skin.

“Alright, alright. I will figure out something. But we are still going out Saturday right?” he asked, and she nodded. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, and headed off to his locker.

Emma shut her locker and headed toward homeroom, and saw Liam who winked at her and she laughed.

“Emma! Oh my god, I am dying, tell me everything!” Ariel said quickly.

Emma shrugged, “there isn't much to tell you Ari. We told our families yesterday, and I am pretty sure everyone within a hundred miles saw his Instagram post,” she said.

“Didn't you look at the comments!” Ariel said and pulled it up, and scrolled.

MiMi257: You probably should tell your girlfriend that you're a liar! #Kjonesisadick

Emma’s eyes widened and she found it on her own phone, screenshotting it and sending it to Killian.

E: Want to explain why you're a liar?” (Screenshot) K:... E: Is that Milah? K: I should have blocked her, I am sorry. I deleted the comment and blocked her now. E: Why are you a liar? K: Because I did lie to her, I lied about why I was breaking it off E: Was I a factor in that? K: Honestly, Yes. But not the whole reason. I didn't care about her enough, I told you this. E: Ok. I am blocking her too K: 💋 E: 💋

Emma left homeroom and headed towards math. Killian was already sitting in his usual spot, and his head perked up as she approached.

“I'm sorry. I didn't see that” he said.

“It's fine, I just wasn't expecting to be told it by Ariel '' Emma said, meeting his eyes. “This is complicated.”

Killian looked at her and nodded. “Just that is, but this isn't. Don't back out Em '' he said.

“I'm not, that didn't cross my mind. I kind of just want to forget about it to be honest” she said and turned in her seat pulling out her notebook and textbook.

Killian scribbled a note “I think I am the luckiest guy in the world that you're my girlfriend. And did I tell you I think that skirt is absolutely perfect for you?” he slid it to her and she discreetly grabbed it, opening it and half turned to look at him smirking.

Killian tried to focus on their class and thought maybe he shouldn't sit directly behind Emma in class. Her hair and her perfume just distracted the shit out of him.

Every time she flipped the wave of gold curls, they brushed over his desktop and he played with the ends of them. He was distracted, and he seriously needed to pass this class.

“Don't play with my hair in class Jones,” she said lowly as they exited.

“Maybe you could wear your hair up,” he suggested.

Emma scoffed. “You would still do it.”

“I would. I know. Do you want me to move seats?” he asked.

She shrugged, “That's up to you, if my hair is a distraction, then yeah find another seat” she smiled.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now,” he said, and she giggled.

“Guess you will just have to wait,” she said, sauntering into her next class.

He seriously needed to find a place where they could be completely alone, uninterrupted, and not for sex. But whatever they wanted to do, without witnesses.

They didn't have licenses yet, so he was going to need to be super creative, but resigned himself to watching movies at one of their houses in their basements. So he would need to clean his and fix it up. That was his new task. It wasn't totally private, but it was better than nothing.

By the time PE rolled around, Mr. French was giving them the rundown of the semester, and he was thrilled that the weight room was an option for people who weren't going to swim.

Mr. French pulled him aside and tossed a jersey at him, and Kris, welcoming to the JV team and handed them their practice schedules.

Killian scanned it and groaned, it was literally every day after school. He wouldn't be walking Emma home, and it bothered him.

Emma noticed his face and took the paper, scanning it. “What's the problem? You knew what practices were like from last year” she said, handing it back.

“I won't be able to walk you home,” he said and Emma smiled, squeezing his hand.

“I am fine, plus here is mine” and she handed him her cross-country schedule.

“I run after school from 3-4, you are done at 5:30, so I guess I will just have to see you after that most days,” she said, tying her shoe.

“I would be a liar if I said I wasn't disappointed that my football practices were cutting into my time with you,” he said so that only she could hear.

Emma nodded at him in understanding, this was so new, and a part of her did want to be with him as much as possible, but she also knew being completely entwined with each other wasn't healthy or realistic.

“I am too babe. But you said to be creative, maybe we can alternate nights or something. Dinner at my house, dinner at your house, we can do homework together, I mean being together is what matters right?” she said and he nodded.

“Yeah, I know. You're right. I guess I just wasn't prepared for this to cut into what little time we get already” he said and she saw that muscle tick in his jaw.

“Stop that with your mouth,” she said and kissed his cheek, and took off running.

Killian laughed, of course, she would distract him. He caught up to her quickly and they lapped the majority of their class twice before they slowed to a walk, and he desperately wanted to kiss her and hold her hand.

“Are you getting a car?” she asked.

He nodded. "I mean I will be sharing with Liam I assume, but I will have access to my parents, and if he and I share one. So yeah. Why?” She shrugged and didn't answer.

“Say it,” he said.

“Well, cars aren't original, but they are private,” she said, and he caught up.

“God I want to kiss you right now,” he said, and Emma's fingertips brushed his crotch casually.

He groaned, “not cool Em, I am already one second away from pushing you up against a locker” She bit her lip and smirked at him.

“Are you positive you don't want to see the secret spot at lunch?” he asked.

“Where is it?” she asked, her blood rushing in her veins.

“Above the gym, there is an equipment room. I snagged a key last year during football and kept it. No one goes in there until before or after practice, certainly not in the middle of the day. Besides the coach and a janitor, no one else has a key, except me.”

“Okay,” she said so quietly he thought he had imagined it. “How do I get there?” she asked.

“There is a staircase next to the risers in the gym. I will show you when we head inside. You just sneak up there, and I will be at the top waiting for you. If it isn't clear, I will toss my book down the steps or something to warn you off” he said, and nearly grasped her hip.

Mr. French blew the whistle, and Killian pointed it out discreetly to her and showered quickly. He waited until everyone was nearly gone, and made his way up there not being spotted.

He unlocked the door and looked inside, and it was still dark. Practices didn't start for another week, so this might be the perfect spot.

He cracked the door slightly and Emma crept up the steps carefully staying out of sight. She slipped in, and Killian locked the door behind her and pulled a bin of basketballs in front of the door.

“You are positive it's safe?” she asked, looking around.

He nodded, “I wouldn't risk you Em,” he said and led her around some stuff to a secluded corner of the room where the gymnastic mats were stacked, they were softer than the floor, he thought.

“This has been driving me insane all day,” he said as he kissed her neck, and his hands slid under her skirt cupping her ass. Emma's arms wrapped around his neck and he laid her back, her green eyes sparkling up at him. Killian kissed her deeply, and his hands moved toward her crotch, and he leaned back a little.

“Em, can I touch you?” he asked, her eyes widened a little, and she nodded.

“Can I touch you?” she asked softly, and he gulped. He hadn't expected that.

“I just need to see you Em, it's killing me,” he said and she sat up, raising her arms, and he lifted her tank top off of her. He swallowed thickly, and he took in her bra-clad chest, her lean stomach, and grinned.

“You're gorgeous,” he said and kissed her, flicking her bra open at the back with one hand, and slid it down her arms. He looked down, taking in her bare chest for the first time, and he stopped breathing. Her tits were full and round. Tipped in pale pink, and they were fucking perfect.

He groaned, and lightly ran his thumbs over the peaks, “You're fucking perfect Em” he said and guided her back flat, as he hovered over her. His head dipped, taking one soft peak into his mouth, sucking lightly, lightly grazing it with his teeth, while he squeezed the other one softly, gently tugging at the other nipple until Emma began to squirm beneath him.

His hand trailed up the soft inside of her thigh, inching up her skirt, disappearing beneath the fabric, and his hand squeezed her bare thigh.

“God Emma,” he said, hardly able to decide where he wanted to focus without pushing her. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his throat thick, leaning over her, “it is always your choice here Em” he whispered and kissed her again.

Emma took his hand and guided it back under her skirt, and he got the idea, smirking against her lips.

He dipped his fingers down the front of her panties, and he moaned when his fingers felt the warm, soft heat of her folds for the first time. Emma's hand tightened in his hair, and the one she had his shirt gripped in.

“I'll go slow, Em. I will make you feel good, I promise” he said and dipped his head to suckle at her nipple, while he slid one finger inside of her, causing Emma’s hips to buck. She moaned softly, and he pulled back keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"Does that feel good?” he asked and she nodded breathlessly and he slid a second digit inside of her. Emma's eyes snapped shut and Killian pumped his fingers inside of her warmth slowly, his thumb circling her clit, putting a light pressure there.

Emma pulled his lips to hers, as he slowly fucked her with his hand, swallowing every moan, and gasp he elicited from her, smirking when he found a place she liked to be touched, memorizing every single thing about her.

He felt her walls begin to flutter, wetness coating his fingers as he continued kissing her, and she clamped down around his fingers like a warm, velvet vice.

Her lips parted in a silent moan as her climax hit, her body trembling, her fists clutching his arms, and Killian pulled back, watching her experience it.

It was single-handedly the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. He brought her down gently and slid his hand out of her panties, and Emma laid there, her eyes shut and smiled.

“Wow Jones,” she said breathlessly and he smirked at her.

She rolled on her side and pushed Killian back. She worked his pants open quickly and her hand wrapped around him before he could register what was happening.

Killian half lifted and tugged his shirt off, and pulled her bare chest against his as she began pumping his dick, when her fingers grazed his sac he moaned loud enough for her to shush him.

“Fuck Emma, oh god. Just like that” he panted. He tangled his fingers in her curls, and cupped her boob in the other, squeezing and caressing it while she continued pumping him.

Emma looked down and watched her hand as she pushed him higher, swiping her thumb over the top as precum trickled out. She was surprised at how big he was, the thick, dark hair at his base matching the dusting across his chest and abs.

She turned her attention back to his face, making note of how he liked to be touched, what earned her moans, and made his hips jerk, filing it away in her head.

Killian pulled Emma's lips to his as she drove him closer to the edge, and she began pumping him faster. Killian’s eyes rolled back and he gasped, clutching her wrist stilling her movement as his cum spurted onto his stomach in warm ropes.

Emma bent and kissed him softly, she looked around for anything to clean up with. She spotted a stack of towels and quickly grabbed one, wiping her hand on it, and tossed it over him. She put her bra back on, and pulled her shirt on, righting herself as she glanced at the clock. She sat beside him as he wiped himself off, his chest rising and falling rapidly still.

"Did I do it right?" She asked softly, and Killian sat up pulling his tee back on. He pulled her lips to his by cupping the back of her neck.

"You are incredible Emma," he said, resting his forehead against hers. "I wasn't expecting that though," he said softly, his blue eyes piercing hers.

"We should go, we have a few minutes before lunch ends" she whispered.

"Did you text Ruby?" He asked and she nodded.

"I said we were doing something alone today" and she blushed.

Killian grinned at her. He moved the cart out of basketballs out of the way once he made sure everything was where it should be. He also stashed some of those towels in a cabinet. He led Emma down the steps, and they snuck out the back exit to the hallway holding hands.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I’ll see you in a bit," she said kissing him quickly, and he did the same washing, his hands quickly. He was not expecting today to go the way it did, but fuck did he feel better.

She was perfect. Perfectly made, her brilliant smile, just everything he imagined times ten. He knew he loved her from afar, but actually having her? He was totally gone over her. He headed to his locker, and Ruby headed towards him.

"Where's Em?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

"Probably her locker. I left her a few minutes ago" he said and Ruby brushed his hair with his fingers, righting it.

"See you later Jones," she said with a giggle.

Emma had righted herself and reapplied her chopstick in her locker mirror when Ruby strolled up. "Hey," she said softly. "Everything ok?" She asked, and Emma nodded.

"Alright. Well let's go, don't want to be late" Ruby said and linked her arm with Emma's leading her toward their class.

Killian waited for Emma to come into Biology, and Will and Belle sat in front of him. She came in and sat on her stool beside him. He smiled at her, and she smiled back shyly, turning her attention to their teacher Miss Geiss.

They were going to be dissecting frogs soon, and Emma looked squeamish.

"I'll do it babe" he whispered to her, and she wrinkled her nose, nodding.

They finished their notes and began figuring out the layout of the dissection, grabbed their toolkits and Emma labeled theirs, tucking them away in the cupboard.

"I can't cut it. I just can't" she said quietly panicking, and Killian nudged her shoulder.

"Babe, I will do it. You take the notes down and copy the diagram out of the book. That way when we study, I can show you what I saw, but I know you can't do it. It's Mr. Hops to you,” he said, referencing the pet toad that she had as a kid. She loved that thing and was devastated when he died. Emma nodded at him, and they continued working until the bell rang.

Killian had tech last and walked Emma to her locker. He was surprised to see Neil Gold standing there waiting for her. Emma acted like he didn't exist and opened her locker. Killian leaned against the other side and wondered if he would take a hint.

Emma shut the door and kissed Killian right there in the busy hallway. "See you after school," she said and took the long way to class.

Killian was about to walk away ignoring Neil entirely when he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt. He knocked Neil's elbow breaking his hold, and Neil stood there sizing him up.

"You're with Emma?" He said with a laugh.

"Why? Did you think she would be interested in an upper class creep? Find a girl in your own grade" Killian bit out trying to walk around him when Neil slammed him into a locker. Killian’s eyes flashed murderously at Gold.

"I know Liam is your brother, but he won't always be around to fight for you little guy," Neil said inches from him.

Killian shoved him off of him, "Good thing I had 15 years to practice fighting with him. Go ahead, hit me, I would love to kick your ass" Killian spit out.

Gold sized him up, smirking. "Alright little Jones, let’s see what you got," he said.

Killian barked out a laugh, "You think that's going to make Emma notice you over me? Fighting her boyfriend? I have 15 years of knowing her over you. You aren't even worth it" he spat.

Neil took two steps towards him and Killian was getting ready for him to swing when Graham came around the corner and pushed Gold back.

"Run along Gold. It's done" Graham said and Neil shot Killian a dark look shaking his finger at him. "This isn't over '' he said and stalked off.

"I had that handled" Killian said, and Graham nodded.

"Guys a dick, I know you can fight. But the point is he wasn’t worth it" Graham said and kept walking.

Killian felt irrationally protective of Emma now, and knowing Graham had kissed her, regardless that it meant nothing, only irked him further. Guys like Graham and Gold were probably going to continue creeping up.

He made it to class as the bell rang, and Mr. Locksley eyed him, nodding as he took his seat. His phone buzzed in his pocket but he waited to check it.

SwanE1023: @KJones0125 such a babe 😍

Killian laughed, where the hell did she even get that photo of him?

KJones0125: @SwanE1023 Aw babe. You're making me blush. Definitely getting a complex. Besides, no one is looking at me if they see you X

RubyRed7645: @SwanE1023 and @KJones1025 CUT IT OUT LOVEBIRDS ♥️

Emma laughed at Ruby's response and clicked his notification tagging her. Where the hell did he find that? Had to have been Ruby. Mulan took it for photography last year.

He had kept tabs on her even when they were apart. She smiled at that. then her mind started wandering to lunch, what happened, how Killian made her feel.

Maybe her mom wasn't so far off. Today changed a lot, and then it didn't. But they quickly lost track of everything around them, and Emma now could see her mom's point that sometimes safe sex goes right out the window.

She needed to talk to Killian, she knew he had no expectations of sex, but the way she felt with him, everything melted away and it was just the two of them, and she knew she was in deeper than she had thought.

She was absolutely in love with him. It scared her, it was fast, and she had fallen hard. She wondered how he felt, but knew he would talk her through all of her concerns and worries. They had to talk it through because she wasn't sure if she could pull back now if she tried.

His voice pulled her out of her daze as she walked towards her locker. "Where did you even get that photo Swan?" He smirked and noticed her face, the worry crossing it. Had she heard about Gold already?

"Say it," he said. Emma glanced at him and shook her head, "Not, it’s nothing. I mean it’s something, but nothing bad. Just not right now. How was your class?" She asked taking a breath.

"So this feeling I'm getting here, it has nothing to do with me and Gold nearly coming to blows before last period?" He asked. Emmas’ eyes widened at his words.

"You what!" Emma shrieked, and Killian shushed her. "Why the hell would you even get near that creep?" She asked, looking pissed.

"Hey, he came at me. Graham intervened but I would have been fine, guys nearly the same size as me Em, seriously don’t worry about it," he said putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close enough to kiss her hair quickly.

"Can we talk, like later, after school?" She asked and he nodded.

"I get the feeling it isn’t a good conversation, but yeah" he sighed and Emma stopped walking.

"It’s not bad, but I need to talk to you, not about the almost fighting because that is stupid, and I just can’t even worry about that just now," she said quickly.

Killian looked in her eyes, searching them, he saw concern, but something else that he didn't recognize. "Yeah, of course, I'll meet you at your locker" and kissed her quickly, dropping her at the door of her ceramics class and hustled toward tech.

Emma focused intensely on the pottery wheel in front of her, she decided to go with a bowl, starting small. "Hey Emma, I didn't know you had this class too" came a voice and she turned to see Neil Gold sitting at the empty wheel beside her.

She rolled her eyes and decided that this was not going to work for her. She smashed her clay into a pile, and threw it back in the bucket, and began cleaning her wheel off.

She washed her hands and went to the teacher feigning ill, and left the room feeling Gold’s eyes on her the whole time.

She stalked toward the nurse’s office and asked for an aspirin saying she had cramps. She pretended to eat it and went to her locker clearing out her bag and getting what she needed. She texted Killian.

"I had to leave class, I am going to just walk home now" she texted.

"Wait. I’ll meet you our front '' he texted and Emma slowed her pace and Killian came rushing out of tech. Her uncle Robin popped his head out, coming into the hall.

"Emma? What’s wrong" her uncle asked and she bit her lip not wanting to answer. "Emma, don’t make me call your mom," he said.

"I have ceramics last hour, and an upperclassman who has been bugging me somehow got switched into my class. He didn’t do anything except sit at the empty spot next to me, but he isn’t taking the hint. He tried to fight Killian today already and I’ve blown him off three times already, it made me uncomfortable so I faked cramps to leave class early" she said in a jumble.

Killian’s temper flared his jaw muscle twitching. He eyed Emma's uncle and he shook his head.

"What is his name Emma," her uncle asked.

"Neil Gold," she said quietly. "He is giving me the creeps, and now he is in my class" she felt like she was about to cry. "Can I just got home?" She asked and her uncle nodded at Killian writing him a pass.

"Get her home," he said to Killian and Killian grabbed his bag stopping by his locker, and grabbed what he needed. He held her hand the whole time.

The moment they were off school property he led her into a public garden on the way home making her sit.

"Em, talk to me. Not as your boyfriend, as your friend. What’s going on, did he say something to you? Killian asked worry etched on his face.

Emma snuggled into his chest and cried, and it nearly broke his heart. His temper was raging, but she needed him to be Killy, her friend.

"He just barged in. He is seriously creeping me out, he tried to fight you. Why is he harassing me like this? And I can't even do anything, blowing him off isn't working. We all know who his family is, so you fighting him won’t help, but now I am uncomfortable in a class I look forward to all day. It fucking sucks" she said.

Killian pulled back slightly wiping her tears off of her cheeks. He kissed her hair, "come on. Let’s go to your house, do you have homework? He asked.

Emma shook her head. "Nothing I can't put off until later or tomorrow," she said softly and he pulled her to her feet, his hand clasped in hers, and led her home.

Her dad was waiting on the porch when they walked up, surprising Emma. "Robin called. He is working on handling it" her dad said, nodding at Killian and ushering them inside.

"You two head upstairs or the den, whatever. I’m ordering pizza and Robins coming by after he is done at work" he said and Killian climbed the steps with Emma and they settled on her bed. Emma faced him laying down and she looked so sad and worried. Killian was furious.

"Killian, can you come down?" Her dad called and he kissed Emma’s forehead and shut the door behind him.

They sat on the couch, and Killian eyed Mr. Nolan. "Robin mentioned he tried fighting you today?" He asked and Killian nodded.

"I didn’t though, I didn’t actually fight him, Graham got there and Gold took off. But he basically challenged me after Emma completely dismissed him, and he was pissed" Killian said.

"I appreciate you wanting to hit the guy, but I am asking that you don’t unless it is self-defense. He has to hit you first" he said and Killian’s jaw dropped open.

"Hear me out. Gold is a pain in the ass in town, his father, even worse. Robin is trying to get him moved out of that class, or he is trying to get Emma moved to another time in the day for it. He is being discreet, but I have a feeling this Gold kid is going to be hard to shake. Do you think he would attempt to make a move on Emma?" He asked.

Killian rubbed his hands over his eyes and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I don’t know. He seems to be escalating, and now my girlfriend is in her bed worrying. I don’t know what I am supposed to do here because you say I can’t touch him, and all I want to do is beat his ass" Killian bit out.

Mr. Nolan clapped him on his shoulder, "Go up and watch a movie with her. You guys do homework or something. But keep her busy. I will call you guys down or send pizza up. Let me deal with this, ok?" He said and Killian nodded.

"If he lays a hand on her, I cannot promise you I won’t do anything, I can’t just be waiting for him to hit me first," Killian said.

Her dad nodded, "nor would I expect you to. He touches her, you beat his ass" he said and Killian nodded heading towards the steps.

He grabbed the remote and turned her small tv on, finding the princess bride and tucked her into his side, and she curled her fingers in his shirt. "Let’s just watch for a while, put it behind us. Your uncle will help figure it out" he said quietly and kissed her head.

Emma watched the movie closely, and she was curious. "Will you teach me how to punch?" She asked and Killian paused.

"You're concerned he will get that close you'll need to?" He asked, his temper fucking raging.

Her hand slid up cupping his jaw. "Stop the jaw thing. Teach me?" She asked again and he sighed.

"Up with you, come on," he said tugging her to stand.

He took her right hand, and he bent her fingers, balling her fist. He ran his index finger along her knuckles that were bony and protruding, "your knuckles will do the most damage but are also at risk of breaking. You have to know where to land your hit. A jaw might break your small hand, but a nose, an eye. Those are your easy soft targets" he said.

His stomach soured at the next part, "If someone were to come up behind you, and grab you, you stomp their foot with your heel as hard as possible, and use your elbow to land a blow to their nose, and your knee to hit them in the junk. Don’t let them keep their arms around you, kick, wiggle, fight. Understand?" He asked and she nodded.

"Maybe I should sign up for kickboxing at the Y," she said softly.

Killian cupped her jaw, "Em I don’t think it will come to that, ever. I get that you’re nervous but I don’t think he is going to lay a hand on you. But I support you wanting to know how to fight if you want to" he said and pulled her into a hug.

A knock at the door came and her mom carried in a pizza box and some water. "Sustenance," she said and Killian smiled and nodded at her.

"I’ll be back," he said heading downstairs and went looking for Emma’s dad. He heard voices in the basement so he headed down.

"Ah, speak of the devil," Robin said and nodded at Killian.

"He was a last-minute add-in, his counselor pulled the strings, so I unpulled them, had him moved to the earlier ceramics class and Mr. Gold now has 7th hour PE, Mr. French helped once I alerted him of the delicate situation, and he owes me a favor" Robin finished.

"So Emma can continue in her class? Does Gold know yet he has been booted? Because I don’t think he is going to take the news well" Killian said scratching his ear.

Robin nodded, "no, I imagine not. Dave said he told you, never throw the punch first. Let him hit you, and try to have a witness. Emma needs someone to walk with her to her classes, and it can’t always be you so you guys are going to have to tell Ruby or someone she has a class with, just for now" he advised and Killian nodded.

"Alright, I am heading up to eat, and I will head home" Killian and Dave clapped him on the shoulder.

"Thanks. I know this isn't an ideal situation, for you, or my daughter, and at some point, I know you'll end up in a fight, but I know you can handle yourself, and I appreciate it" he aId and Killian nodded.

"I love her, I'd do anything to protect her" he admitted and chanced a look at her dad who nodded and smirked at him.

"Alright, upstairs," he said and Killian ran up the steps.

Robin whistled lowly, "I am glad I don’t have a daughter. But we also have a problem with this kid, so I'll keep an eye out at school, and just keep an eye on her here for now. Make sure she isn’t rattled. I was discreet, but Emma should carry on, as usual, to avoid being a target of him. I don’t imagine he will take the news well," Rob said saluting Dave and heading up the stairs.

Emma was tired, she didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and she sent Ruby a few normal texts to keep her off the scent of trouble. She smiled when Killian came back in, handing him a plate and he took it sitting beside her on the floor as she hit play.

"Thanks for today," she said. "I needed my best friend, and you somehow managed to be both my friend and my boyfriend. It’s just really weird and now, and I just appreciate that" she said and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I will protect you Em, but you throw a punch if you need to. Let’s just pretend today didn’t happen, go about your day as usual" he said chewing.

Emma nodded standing and she went into the bathroom and came out wearing a soft nightgown, and Killian swallowed.

"Um, I should head home," he said swallowing thickly.

"I still wanted to talk," she said glancing at the clock. It was only seven. "Can you stay a little longer?" She asked and he nodded at her. She patted the bed and he gulped his water sitting beside her.

"I wanted to talk about us, today," she said her cheeks blushing. Killian smirked and nudged her shoulder.

"Say it," he said and she nodded taking a deep breath.

"I don't really know how to say it, so I'll just say it. I am going on birth control" she said it and he was taken aback.

"Em, I meant what I said" he stated.

She nodded, "I know, but I talked to my mom and she mentioned it. It is smart, even if we don’t need it now, it’s smarter to have a safety net," she said.

Killian felt his heart racing. "Did you think id be mad, or push you, Emma?" He asked.

Emma shook her head, "no, no. God no. Honestly, it just makes sense. I’m almost 16, and today I realized a few things, but most importantly it's just smarter to take it" she said not meeting his gaze.

"So you want to take it, me aside?" He asked and she nodded. "Care to tell me what else you realized today?"

Emma didn’t want to talk about that. Not tonight. "No, not yet," she said. Killian pulled her in, smelling her hair, and ripped her chin up, catching her lips with his.

"Alright, Swan. Keep your secrets. But just know I am not pushing that, not any pressure at all. Being your boyfriend, your friend is enough for me. We can talk about today another time, but I think we should probably skip lunchtime antics until the Gold thing blows over. I don't want to risk you, I won’t compromise you" he said and she smiled.

"I know" she smiled softly at him.

Killian nodded, "you’re alright here?" He asked and she nodded.

"Just stick close ok? It's the only thing I ask" she whispered.

Killian knelt, looking her in the eye. "I’m not going anywhere, Em." He cupped her jaw kissing her once more and said goodnight, taking the pizza down with him.

He laid in bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, but Liam knocked, entering his room.

"Graham told you," Killian asked and Liam nodded.

"He isn’t worth it, and I know you can fight, so if he starts at, you finish it. Just let him throw the first punch" Liam said, and Killian nodded.

"He has a shitty left knee, hurt it last year during hockey. So strike there if you can" he said and Killian smiled.

"Thanks for the tip" and his brother closed the door behind him.

Killian popped open his Instagram, posting a photo of her. “Isn't she lovely @SwanE1025"

Emma smiled when she got the notification and texted him a kiss. “You’re amazing.”

He sent her a kiss back and laid there replaying everything in his head until he finally drifted off to sleep.

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[bloody-wonder]

post about tropes you like?

this is mainly andreil😬 

10) i love when the foxes come up with nicknames for kevin that have to do with him being the self-proclaimed queen of exy. every now and then i remember andrew calling kevin and neil “lord exy and his baffoon” in a fic and it makes me smile.

9) when andrew eats sweets in front of kevin and neil just to spite them. bonus points if he looks them directly in the eyes and brings the spoon to his mouth very slowly for dramatic effect. also, when andrew eats sweets with his signature blank face but his mouth is smeared with chocolate. it makes kevin scolw, it makes neil smile and it makes me hAPPY

8) when neil tries to calm andrew down on a plane by talking dirty in russian. first of all this is just objectively good andreil stuff but secondly russian is one of my first languages and i firmly believe that they couldn’t possibly know any legit vocabulary for dirty talk unless they aks a young russian speaker which means that what they say is either word for word translation of english dirty talk phrases or very outdated and it’s hilarious.

7) when andrew expresses his wishes without saying “i want x” and neil understands his obscure roundabout ways of asking for things. “want” isn’t a trigger word for andrew like “please” but still i don’t like when people push him to use it and frame it as “recovery”. canon neil will understand him either way. alternatively, if andrew does say “i want x” i like when the writer doesn’t make a big deal out of it as if he achieved some milestone by saying this common phrase. and neil doesn’t tease him when he says it bcs imagine you’re andrew and you never got what you wanted so you started to say things like “i want nothing” and then when you maybe want to start saying “i want x” you get teased about it. either way neil understands him and gives him what he wants.

6) domestic fics aren’t specific to andreil but let’s be real they’re much more enjoyable when it’s andreil bcs it’s them and i hate to use this turn of phrase but they really deserve it. andreil spooning with their cats while it’s raining outside, wearing each other’s clothes, cooking together, watching the great british bake off - i gobble this shit up. also i like andrew reading in his glasses. idk in tkm he says that he hates libraries but it’s sure not bcs of the books right? RIGHT???

5) this one may be controversial but i looove when they get jealous and low key possessive. when andrew sees someone flirting with neil at a party and glares at them until neil notices and goes to check on him. (btw i was recently informed that dudes hitting on other straight passing dudes in public is a thing that never happens so there’s that). when they use phrases like “he’s mine and i’m his” in their inner monologues. even neil getting retrospectively jealous of roland - i just love it idk why. it’s not like they think that the other one will cheat or fall in love with someone else which is why this jealousy is completely irrational and therefore fun to read about. 

4) fics exploring neils demisexuality. most of them are about neil “researching” it but i doubt he’d put in the effort since it has nothing to do with exy. andrew on the other hand would be interested which is why i like it more when it’s his pov and he’s shown again and again that neil just isn’t wired to feel attraction towards random people and indeed is interested only in him. and then he feels  e m o t i o n s  bcs neil could’ve chosen anyone else on the planet to “imprint” on but here he is. i feel like this represents neil’s sexuality much better then a story where he reads the definition of demisexuality on the internet and thinks “wow it’s me”. but maybe i’m just self-projecting yet again.

3) when neil stands up for andrew - this stuff is sooo rare! specifically when the foxes get mad about andrew being not enthusiastic about exy - like excuse me last time i checked this “unenthusiastic” player brings more benefit then some of the other players combined. they really just take him for granted: they know he can do better so they think that he should do better for them. anyway, neil’s willingness to physically and psychologically damage people who insult andrew is criminally underrepresented in fan works. i blame fanon neil. 

2) when they do something only bcs they know that the other one likes it. when andrew shuts down the goal only bcs he knows that neil will lose his mind and be happy as a toddler in a toy store and fawn all over him afterwards. when neil wears clothes he knows andrew likes to see on him or when he is extra snarky on press duty bcs he knows that when he turns around andrew will have that amused look in his eyes. ah, they’re so in love it’s disgusting.

1) one word: roadtrips. they’re just soothing af.

0) “some days were good, some were bad. today was a good day.” oMG TODAY’S A GOOD DAY!! IT MEANS CUDDLES!!! as much as i dislike pda i love when it’s only two of them and they’re in a good place emotionally and they feel that it’s yes today so they allow themselves casual touches, they cuddle, scratch each other’s heads and backs, maybe make out or have sex but mainly CUDDLE

[dxmichelle]

Ask Meme turned Headcanon Post.

So I got inspired by that ask meme I reblogged the other day, and rather than wait for nobody someone to send one in, I’ll just Nerdship most of the meme and call it a headcanon post. 

Although tumblr didn’t want to save my initial finished draft, so I copped out on redoing some of the answers. Oh well. Cross your fingers that the post didn’t “de-format” because I’m not editing this monstrosity again.

Here goes the longest post ever. Under the cut because I’m not gonna make anyone scroll through a mile-long post to get to the rest of their dash. 

- How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals? 

Hermione usually has to drag Seto from his office to go to bed on time. Sometimes she’ll cuddle up against him, but that’s mostly it. Seto is a light sleeper and doesn’t get enough rest as it is, so unless they were cuddling or something before they nodded off, she won’t in the middle of the night in fear it’ll wake him up.  

Waking up though is a different story. If it’s the weekend and he technically doesn’t have to go into work, she’ll try to keep him in bed until a reasonable hour. He gets up ridiculously early no matter what day it is, and it’s usually before she’s even awake. She’ll wake up to find his side of the bed already empty (and made up no less), and he’s already downstairs, dressed, and consumed two cups of coffee.

- How’s their team work? Do they share well? They definitely share Kaiba Corp sweaters. And by share, she hoards them and claims them as her own. 

- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection? They were incredibly private about it at first. Seto could care less what others thought of him, but Hermione worried how her friends (especially Ron) would react to them being together. Thankfully, by the time they came clean to everyone important about it, enough time had passed that Ron had gotten over his jealousy (no thanks to Ginny literally knocking sense over his head). Other than friends and family though, they keep PDA minimal. It didn’t stop the media from catching wind of it and going nuts though.

- First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight? Definitely not love at first sight. 

Hermione had of course read articles about him before they met, but she didn’t hang on his every word and movement like the Krum fangirls during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She found him fairly cold and distant in comparison to Yugi and Ryou, who were also staying at the Burrow at the time. She was more so impressed by his interest in absorbing the textbooks than just hanging around teaching Harry and Ron the basics of Duel Monsters.

Seto didn’t think much of Hermione or her friends at first, though he was recovering from a combination of jet-lag and an attack on his mind at the same time. When he was much more cognizant, he thought them (Harry mostly) were rather nosy into his business. He also couldn’t wrap around why someone as level-headed as Hermione chose to stick around with them since at times they acted as polar opposites. In time, he appreciated the fact that she didn’t fawn over him like a lovesick puppy, was merely trying to help, and didn’t put up with any of his nonsense. 

- Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes? Definitely not. Seto hates them.

- Any tasks that are always left to one person? Not really. 

- What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could? She can’t stand that he puts his work before his health. He’s slowly getting better, but it’s a work in progress. He can’t stand that every time she gets on his case because he’s a workaholic, she’s in the right for worrying about him. And he hates losing.

- What do the like best about their partner? He loves that she’s not afraid to call him out on his BS - usually only Mokuba and Roland are brave enough to do that. She loves all of the subtle little things he does, because while he’s coming a long way in keeping any sort of relationship, being an open romantic is not one of them. 

- Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

They’ve discussed marriage before, and some of the technicalities that come with it - like would they settle in one country or bounce from place to place as their jobs demand it. 

Seto is practically an atheist so they really don’t practice any religion. 

They’ve only just gotten engaged, so they really haven’t discussed children at all. After his terrible experiences with his father-figures, he worries about fatherhood, but he knows Hermione would probably want kids someday. 

And after fighting in the war, Hermione is still shaken a bit by losing so many friends and refuses to talk about death. 

- Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? 

Neither of them drive, though Seto has a driver’s license. Seto has his driver, and Hermione either takes a cab or apparates if she’s at home in the UK, depending if she’s around Muggles or not. 

When they’re alone, both of them cook. It’s a secret to most people that Seto does in fact know how to prepare food, he normally just doesn’t have the time for it. Hermione does it more often than he does though. 

Depending on work that needs done, Seto takes care of it, or hires someone to get the work done. 

They pay their own bills (something else Seto loves about her - she’s not using him for his money). 

They both are pretty busy with their work. There’s a cleaning lady that tends to the Kaiba Mansion, and Hermione uses magic to clean her home.

The Wizards don’t pay too much attention to them. Muggle press on the other hand is another story. Seto handles all of their public matters, and it’s considered a bonus if he has to threaten a few tabloids in the process. 

- Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries? 

The Kaibas didn’t really celebrate a whole lot of holidays beforehand, but Hermione enjoys Christmas (and so does Mokuba), so there’s that. Birthdays too, although Seto prefers to pretend his doesn’t exist. Seto and Hermione also do something for their relationship anniversary, which is transitioning into their engagement anniversary.

They also meet up with Yugi on the anniversary of the Pharaoh and Set’s passing back into the Afterlife. They make the journey each year to Egypt and pay a visit to the Tablet of the Pharaoh’s Memories.

Every May, they return to Scotland for the remembrance of the Battle of Hogwarts. The Weasleys insist they stay with them, and it’s essentially a week of catching up and paying respects to all of their lost friends and family. 

- Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon? 

To be fair, everything about their wedding is going to be part of a separate headcanon post, so...skip!

- What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up? Ironically, one of their favorite things to do for fun is pick up the tabloids that are written about them and laugh at how wrong they are. It’s a running joke to see how many times they write about their relationship being in trouble because Seto is caught unsmiling in a photograph. 

- Anything they both dread? Public engagements. 

- How adventurous are they? Honestly? Not very. They’re both barely 21 years old and have had enough shenanigans happen in their lives to last two lifetimes. A little quiet in their lives is definitely welcome.

- Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat? Cheat? Never. Hermione is much more open and forward than Seto, but he doesn’t lie. He just withholds information, moreso because it’s something personal and private and he’s not used to being upfront about his emotions, even to her. Again, their relationship is a work of progression for him. 

- What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other? 

He usually plans dates of interest to her. Sometimes they’ll have dinner out somewhere, or do something simple like visiting a museum or that new bookstore down the street. He just enjoys seeing her happy. Other times they’ll just stay in, cuddle on the couch and get absorbed in a book. Sometimes she’ll read to him. 

They weren’t sure exactly when they became a couple because the lines blurred somewhere during the Wizarding War, but it had been at least for a year since then. 

Breaks weren’t all that difficult since she was working for the British Ministry of Magic and he returned to Japan. He built her a cell phone so they could keep in touch, and they visited each other as often as work would allow.

- What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up? A lot of their arguments are about him not taking care of himself. Or how he’s constantly under the worry that something terrible will happen to her that he was unable to prevent, stemming from Mokuba’s kidnappings during Duelist Kingdom and Battle City. She has to constantly remind him that she’s no fragile princess and can take care of herself. The most explosive they ever got turned into a wand fight in his home office and after she finished kicking his ass, he admitted he was wrong, and that was enough for her.  

- What does their home look like? Their room? Neither of them hoard a ton of stuff. 

Hermione’s apartment(s) - one in the UK, one in Japan -  are a blend of magical and conventional Muggle decoration. She has photographs of her family and friends on the walls and mementos of her Hogwarts days scattered around. One room in each is full of nothing but books.

For the most part, Seto stays in the Kaiba Mansion. Most of the decoration around are pictures of Mokuba and his achievements growing up (Seto hates having his picture taken). He does have their engagement photograph on the desk in both his home and work office, next to Mokuba’s current school photo.

They’re both neat freaks, so the bedroom(s) are clean. Seto usually doesn’t sleep unless the room is pure dark, so when he stays in the UK (at least in the early days of their relationship), he tends to be in a hotel with blackout curtains because Hermione actually likes light in her room, but she’ll concede to how he keeps his space when she stays at the mansion. Seto offered her a guest room (one that actually welcomes natural sunlight), but she prefers to stay in his. 

- Do they share any interests or hobbies? Not a whole lot. Hermione has her books, and Seto has Duel Monsters, though he doesn’t play nearly as much as he used to. Occasionally, she’ll find him in his card room just looking through stacks of cards. 

- Does their work ever interfere with the relationship? Other than Seto not knowing when to stop? Not really. They both know that their jobs are important to each other, and respect and support each other’s chosen line of work.

- How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in? 

When they’re not working, they don’t cling to each other 24/7. They each respect that they have lives to live, and most of the time in the early days, they were continents apart. Then, when they were both in town together, they were together quite a bit. 

Hermione is a master of knowing when Seto is keeping something bottled up. Tension radiates off him in waves. She’s one of the few people that can get him to vent out his frustration without feeling the need to flee the scene right afterwards. 

- How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families? 

Ron came to the conclusion during the War that his continued jealousy over Hermione’s choice in friendships had cost him. That wasn’t to say Hermione didn’t play the same jealousy game with him at school, but she was the one who got over it first and moved on. Was he still a little upset that she chose someone of fame and reputation over him? Sure. But he also acknowledged that she had waited for him to essentially man up for a very long time, and he hadn’t. It took a great deal of reflection, but after he admitted to Hermione that he was glad she found someone that genuinely made her happy, their friendship improved tenfold. 

Harry was surprised, knowing that she had been crushing on Ron for the greater portion of their time at Hogwarts. At the same time though, he was very supportive of her, knowing what certain events on the Horcrux Hunt had done to her, and caused both she and Seto to get closer to each other. He felt better once Ron confided in him how okay he was with it. 

Ginny was all for it. She had to practically beat her mother over the head with sense in the beginning though, because she knew Ron had feelings for her, and this was like the Rita Skeeter love triangle article between Harry, Hermione, and Krum all over again. 

Yugi was there to witness their relationship progress, but his friends weren’t, and they still couldn’t believe that of all people, Seto managed to get involved in a romantic relationship before any of them.  

Mokuba is all for it. He witnessed her genuinely caring for Seto during [REDACTED PLOT SPOILERS]. Not even Yugi or his friends showed that much concern when they were stuck in the middle of a magical crisis. He didn’t care that they weren’t even in a relationship at that time, but he immediately unofficially added her to the family. Having her officially added to the family was an added bonus.

- What are their vacations like? Taking a break from work? Blasphemy! 

Seto hasn’t taken vacations, ever! So it’s usually wherever Hermione wants to go. They usually go either to places neither have been to, or some secluded space where it’s literally just them. 

Phones are either left behind, or off the majority of the time. If anyone from KC that wasn’t Roland tried to get in contact while they were away together, and it was over something petty, they were put on thin ice, and fast. Seto would have just straight up fired them, but Hermione manages a good portion of his impulse control.

Since she knows he lets her pick what they do, she tries to plan a trip that will get him to unwind as much as possible. No rushing, just relaxation. Their first vacation following their engagement announcement was to tour Norway and see the Northern Lights.  

- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness? With everything that’s happened to them? Assuming they aren’t in public, Hermione could probably magically deal with minor injuries, and after all of the kidnappings and attempted murder in his life, Seto is fairly-well equipped to handle disasters. But sickness? That’s a whole different game. Hermione is level-headed enough to know when to stay home and rest if she’s ill. After all, there isn’t always a potion handy to get rid of her cold. Seto? He’ll ignore it, go to work and overexert himself until he passes out at his desk. Both Hermione and Mokuba have to gang up on him and force him to stay in bed.

- Could they manage a long distance relationship? They already do!  

- What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions? Usually only for birthdays or Christmas, and most of the time it’s something small and meaningful for the both of them. 

- Do they have any pets? Crookshanks stayed at the Burrow during their run around the countryside, and then stayed at home with Hermione’s parents following the War. She takes him with her whenever she travels to and from Japan. Seto initially wasn’t keen on having a cat in the mansion, but Mokuba took a huge liking to him, and that was it. Despite all of the cat furniture that Hermione immediately bought for him in the mansion, Crookshanks always chose to sleep in Mokuba’s room, to the younger Kaiba’s immediate delight.

- How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross? With Hermione being added into the Kaiba family, if she were in serious trouble, he would burn the world for her. If the roles were reversed? Hermione would gather her friends and any newfound Muggle resources and do the same, only it would probably end up a bit more discreet. 

- What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do? Physical intimacy is something Seto’s still uncomfortable with. Hermione’s not rushing him, so while they do sleep together, it doesn’t go any further than cuddles. 

- Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love? Hermione definitely started it. Seto was legit stunned while his brain processed what had happened. No one had ever shown him any amount of true care or concern before that wasn’t Mokuba, so this was something unfamiliar that needed figured out. 

- Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to? During one of his visits to the UK, they toured Tresco Island. It was so peaceful and relaxing there that they went back to the gardens there for their engagement photos.  

- Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often? Nope, and they don’t really drink either.

- Do they talk often? What about? He built her a custom phone so they could keep in better contact when they were apart. They’d call each other every few days and talk about anything and everything going on, from the progress on the new duel disks to how reforming the new Ministry of Magic was going. 

- Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for? Seto’s physical and mental scars are still a touchy subject. In the beginning, he wouldn’t dress in front of her in fear she’d see and then ask about them.

- Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets? Overall? Within their own lines of work, they’re trying to make lives better for all, whether they be house elves or other minority species living in wizarding society, or improving the lives of orphans and underprivileged kids.  

[quillerqueen]

If Walls Could Talk (This Tale They'd Tell)

For @lillie-grey​, my lovely @lovefromoq​ giftee, who asked for a peek into the culture of my country and sparked this story.

Chapter 1

If walls could talk, this tale they’d tell Of two souls meant to be— In days of yore and those to come, For all eternity.

If walls could weep, they’d cry hot tears For two souls ripped apart By a cruel fate and crueller men, Their love doomed not to last.

If walls could sing, this tune they’d chant Of two souls lost and found, In brightest days and darkest nights By love forever bound.

When John told him the place looks like a fairy tale come to life, Robin thought his best mate was exaggerating.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The moment the towers and turrets of Vesnohrad Castle came into view against the backdrop of the moon, silvery white and minted to perfect roundness, something inside Robin shifted. A sense of nostalgia overcame him, as if he were returning to a place of faded memories, to a home his mind no longer remembers but his heart still recognises.

Only Robin’s never been here before.

The yellow walls, painted silver in the moonlight and mottled with dancing shadows in fantastical shapes, draw him in, more inviting with every crunch of his steps on the curving path speckled with snow. The soft hoot of an owl and his own gently rising breath lend themselves to the delicate serenity of the moment. 

Before he could even begin to settle into the sensation, it’s ripped away from him again, the soft murmur of voices an unwelcome intrusion that sends annoyance skittering through him.

Right.

Of course there are other tourists. He’s very lucky to have secured a ticket at all for the only night he was able to clear his schedule.

Robin greets the small cluster of visitors with a nod. A few mutter back a distracted evening, but most are too preoccupied to pay him any mind. They’re huddled close, seeking warmth, speaking in hushed tones or not at all. All in pairs. Some lip-locked.

The night chill creeps under Robin’s gloves and into his heart. He stuffs his hands deeper into his pockets to warm his numb fingers.

Not much he can do about the heart.

He supposes night tours in renaissance palaces are, in all fairness, quite romantic, and once upon a time he was partial to a bit of PDA himself even in less auspicious surroundings. Has he grown bitter despite his best efforts to the contrary? Marian would have hated that. Surely he can dig deeper than the dull ache of loss has taken root, and find it in himself not to be made uncomfortable by or begrudge the happiness of others. It’s been years since he’s had a reaction this strong. Perhaps it’s this place that brings it out in him.

A cool breeze blows icy pins in his face, and the water in the trench churns as the wind picks up with a distant howl. Excited whispers and nervous laughter answer the eerie sound, and Robin remembers John’s much too serious (dead serious, were his exact word before he clapped a hand over his mouth in utter horror) warning that the castle is haunted by generations of ghosts.

Chuckling softly, Robin rubs his hands together. Roland’s bound to get a kick out of all the stories, has probably convinced John to tell him one or two by now, employing the full force of his puppy eyes to get his way. Wondering whether he’ll be getting back to a child wide awake with excitement or from nightmares, Robin turns his face skyward, seeking the peculiar but pleasant peace from before.

A door must open then, for shuffling steps move as one into the courtyard. It’s bathed in flickering candlelight, dozens of candles placed carefully into grooves in the rock upon which the castle stands.

“Good evening, and welcome to Vesnohrad Castle.”

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Start of Something New, Chapter 6

So, I know Dragon Outlaw Queen Week (@doqweek) starts tomorrow. However, tomorrow’s a busy day for me, and I won’t be home until evening; and, in the past when I’ve tried to schedule posts, tumblr ate them. And, as @stick-to-the-lasagna-lady, it’s April 10th somewhere. @doqweek

DOQ Week, Day 1: PDA- Roland has a birthday and the family stays late; and as the party is winding down, Robin, Regina, and Mal cuddle up together.

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

This had gone on later than any of them expected–it was just supposed to be a family dinner, after all.

But after dinner, there’d been cake and ice cream, and of course, a round of presents; and, Roland had been all too excited to open up Risk, one of the board games he’d highlighted and circled with stars on his birthday wishlist. It’d been a present from the Charmings, and he was all too eager to play, despite that it was already well-past eight–and now, here they were at quarter to eleven, and the game was still going.

The fact that it was Roland’s birthday had somehow cut down on the awkwardness–and Regina had been impressed with how Mal handled it all. It was no secret that she had the Charmings didn’t get along–there was a long and painful history that wasn’t easy to forget–and the Charmings had made it very clear that, at best, they didn’t understand the little arrangement she, Robin, and Mal had fallen into. But Mal was a gracious hostess, all smiles as she helped served the cake and made sure Esme didn’t get too fussy; and every now and then, Regina would glance over at Snow and see a soft and puzzled look on her face as she watched her.

Of course, it all felt so ordinary to the three of them–after all, wrangling three kids through dinner and some sort of after-dinner activity was something they did on a daily basis. They had their routines and they went through them with ease–and with a lot of banter and the occasional soft touch.

They’d been up and moving since six that morning–Esme’s usual wakeup time–and as the evening went on, they all got quieter; and they were all more than ready to fall into bed and let sleep consume them.

“Oh, I’ll get that, Regina,” Snow says Regina reaches for a bowl of leftover sloppy joe meat–Roland’s requested entree. “You should sit.”

“It’s fine,” Regina says, mustering a smile that stifles her yawn. “If I stop moving, I’m done for the night.”

“Maybe that’d be a good thing.” Snow looks back into the room, watching as Henry and Roland high-five each other and Hook and David frown. “We should go…”

“No,” Regina insists. “It looks like we’ll have a winner, soon enough, and Roland’s having such a good time. I’d hate to cut it short.” A grin twists onto her lips. “Besides, Esme skipped her nap today and stayed up way later than usual, so she’ll probably sleep in tomorrow.”

“Or wake up cranky.”

Regina laughs a little and nods–that’s the more likely possibility. “Well, it’s a good thing there’s three of us then. We can all take turns with her.”

“Yeah,” Snow murmurs awkwardly, looking quickly to Regina and then back into the living room–and she watches as Mal’s finger’s lace through Robin’s hand he tugs her down into an armchair with him. A warm smile tugs onto Regina’s lips as she watches them. She watches the way Mal’s legs fall over his, the way his hand runs absently over her hip and how she leans in and kisses him–soft and almost chaste, before pulling back and resting her head on his shoulder. “That… really doesn’t bother you?

“It really doesn’t,” she answers easily–her smile warming as she watches Robin press a kiss to Mal’s forehead as her fingers trail up and down his arm. “I love them, and I’m so glad that they love each other.”

Snow takes a breath and she ignores it–she doesn’t have the energy for awkward explanations or questions that drip with disapproval. Instead, she’d rather focus on them–how sweet they look, how good she knows it’ll feel to curl up with them once the day is done, and how happy they make her.

She watches as David’s eyes shift momentarily to them and Henry’s gaze follow, and a soft smile forms on his lips–this is nothing out of the ordinary. They’re an affectionate family–with the kids and with each other–but its mostly something they keep behind closed doors. So, Henry shrugs and his eyebrows arch as he looks to David–and a little giggle bubbles up in her as David shrinks back and focuses on the board game.

“You should join them…” Regina blinks as she looks back at Snow, her brow furrowing. “We’re almost done cleaning up, and I can manage.” Regina’s lips part, ready to say it’s not much and she can handle it, but Snow shakes her head. “Regina, I can find your tupperware and figure out how to use your garbage disposal.” A lopsided grin tugs up at the corner of her mouth, and she nods, relinquishing the leftovers to Snow. She murmurs her thanks as Snow starts to gather up the rest, and she walks into the living room.

Both Robin and Mal grin as she nears, and Robin’s arm opens to her, just before she sinks down onto the armchair with them. Robin’s arm folds around her and her legs stretch out over his lap, tangling with Mal’s has her long fingers trace swirling circles over her knee. A smile pulls onto her lips and her hand settles on Robin’s chest, her fingers lightly stroking back and forth as his head comes to rest atop hers.

She takes a breath and her eyes monetarily sink closed, enjoying the their warm touches and the solace of finally resting at the end of a long day–and she finds that she doesn’t care who’s watching.