#zelena the good witch

[apollosdreams]

I was reading an insanely good, steamy, smutty Swanqueen fic and at one point in the story it also became an insanely good, steamy, sexy gelphie fanfic, god bless AO3

[ciphersonlywife]

[lisqueen]

[Somewhere outside a Witches Convention]

Hilda Spellman: Look! Emma and Regina are fiiiithiiing!

Zelena: I don't think that's how I would describe it.

Zelda Spellman: They are- oh my...

Zelena: Good for them!

Agatha Harkness: It's about time!

Rio Vidal: Finally!

Lena Luthor: I knew it!

Ursula: I bet $50 on them.

Maleficent: Well, well, well, I bet $100, dear.

Elphaba: Both defying the odds, very good.

Glinda: What is this feeling...

Lilia Calderu: I saw that coming years ago.

[rems-writing]

Eight makes one moan (part one)

Pairing: idol!Jongho x witch afab!reader

Genre: smut with a bit of plot

Wordcount: 1,738 words

Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Happy six years to these crackhead pirates!!!!!!!!

It had officially hit six years for Ateez. Even though you were introduced to them somewhat during the Deja Vu era, you fell in love with them through their song Desire and have officially dubbed yourself an Atiny during the Guerilla era. As you were blasting every single album series alongside Zelena, Regina and Robin watched from afar with adoration in their eyes and small grins on their lips. The events that had occurred throughout the quaint town of Storybrooke had taken a toll on you. 

After all, you were dubbed as the Demonic Ace for a while. 

Thanks to Henry and his penmanship as the current Author, your DNA had been rewritten and you were known as the Angelic Ace. Thanks to Merlin, your self inflicted glass heart curse was lifted and you could feel again. Thanks to Regina casting one more curse, all the kingdoms were united and Storybrooke was safe once more. 

Which leads us to now. 

“9024 KICK THAT DRUM!”

“MY EGO IN THE SHOW!”

You and Zelena were singing Crazy Form and doing the choreo the same exact way as Ateez had done it. However, you both were old hags (as in old people stuck in young people’s bodies) so you felt your joints ache with every single step and jump you guys did. Once the song was over, another track came up. 

And it was your favorite track off the album. 

“HOW THE FUCK DOES SAN SOUND LIKE THAT?!”

“I DON’T KNOW, Z. BUT IT’S SEXY AS HELL!”

“HELLO?! SEONGHWA’S PART?!”

Whilst you two were freaking out and doing a poor yet original dance to Arriba, Regina came over and turned down the volume, leaving the both of you to groan in frustration. Robin simply chuckled and walked over to you two. 

“Sorry if we paused your fun. We do have reservations at a restaurant in New York so we kind of have to get going.”

“OH SHIT! I FORGOT IT WAS TODAY!”

“LAST ONE TO THE CAR ISN’T A REAL ATINY!”

“YOU BITCH -”

Zelena cackled and sprinted away. You decided to cheat a bit and use your magic to trip her, causing her to fall and curse at you while you floated away. You got to the car first and you were about to sit in the front seat when you heard Regina clear her throat behind you. 

“You know the rules, sis.”

“BUT I GOT HERE FIRST, GINNIE!”

“I know. I would’ve let you sit in front if Robin wasn’t tagging along. Since he is though, you got to sit in the back.”

You grumbled in annoyance as you sat in the back. Zelena teased you and you decided to get back at her by summoning a large june bug and having it fly around her. It was hilarious seeing a mop of curly red hair fling about as she tried to swipe away the bug. You made the bug disappear and she flipped you off. Soon, the four of you drove out of Storybrooke and made your way towards New York. 

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“I’M SEEING MY MAN LIVE!”

“AS IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY SEEN HIM LIVE LIKE HUNDREDS OF TIMES!”

“STILL THOUGH!”

Long story short, Regina and Robin surprised you and Zelena with tickets to see Ateez live. Since it was their sixth anniversary, they decided to host an event. Not only did you two receive tickets, but you also got backstage passes so you would get to see your man in person. You were freaking out, but not as much as Zelena was. It dawned on her that she would meet her bias. As the two of you were getting ready for the backstage meet & greet, the former Wicked Witch paced back and forth. 

“Oh God. What if Yeosang thinks I’m too old?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“What will WooSan think of me?”

“Again. You’ll be fine.”

“Is it too late to back out now?”

“Good God. Get a grip, girl!”

You grabbed Zelena by the shoulders and made her stop pacing before shaking her out of her nervous stupor. 

“You’ll be fine. Just be yourself! Well… don’t admit you’re a witch. At least… not yet.”

“But doesn’t Jongho know?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t tell his other bandmates.”

“But Yeosang is in the group chat with us.”

“We never mentioned witch activity in said group chat when Yeosang was added. Right?”

“Well… no.”

“See?! Problem solved! Now come on. Let me finish your makeup.”

Soon, the two of you made it to the venue and showed your passes to the security guard before entering one of the vacant greenrooms, where all the members of Ateez stood. You saw a few Atinys and interacted with them while Zelena shyly said hello and mainly just talked with Yeosang, who introduced her to San and Wooyoung. When you got to Jongho, he pulled you aside and looked around to see if anyone was looking. As soon as the coast was clear, he kissed you hard. It caught you off guard yet you kissed back immediately and gripped his nice biceps. 

You were the only one that had the privilege of touching them. 

“I missed you, honey.”

“I missed you too, my bear.”

The two of you connected foreheads and stayed like that for a while. Even though you guys could handle the long distance relationship, the feeling of having each other in both of your arms was that of elation and relief. 

“After the concert, tell Zelena that you’re staying behind. I told our manager to retrieve you after the show.”

“Am I going to stay the night with you?”

“Only if you want.”

“I would love to.”

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The concert soon ended and you told Zelena that you’ll be spending the night with Jongho. The two of you shared a knowing look before she departed. When you found their manager, he led you to an empty dressing room. You thanked him and you saw Jongho sitting on the couch waiting for you. He looked up and smirked before standing up and walking towards you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the room before exiting the venue through a back door. A van was waiting for you guys and as soon as you two hopped in, the doors slid shut and the van took off. A minute down the road and you two were making out like nobody’s business. Jongho’s hands gripped your waist while he kissed down your neck and your hands tangled in his hair. You were biting down on your lip to prevent any moans from escaping. Soon, you two approached the hotel you were staying at and as soon as the van doors slid open, Jongho grabbed your hand and the two of you exited the van before sprinting into the lobby. You guys ran into the nearest vacant elevator and Jongho pressed his floor button before he turned to you and attacked your lips once more. Once the elevator reached his floor, he hoisted you up and over his shoulder before walking towards this huge penthouse suite that the guys rented out for their stay here. He kicked open the doors and set you down on the couch. When you gathered your bearings, you noticed the amount of rose petals and fake lit up candles surrounding the room. 

‘Aww! He’s so romantic.”

‘He truly missed you.’

‘Wait… why is he coming back with his members?’

Your eyes widened when all eight of them approached you. The seven of them kept a respectable distance while Jongho walked towards you and knelt in front of you. 

“Before you freak out, let me explain.”

You nodded slowly and signalled for him to continue. 

“I talked about this with my members. You know me. I am a man who doesn’t share, especially when it comes to the love of my life. However, I realized… that sharing you with my fellow bandmates isn’t so bad. That doesn’t mean you’ll date all of them. God no! It’s just… I’ve had this hidden fantasy about seeing you get fucked by all the members and I honestly want to make it a reality. There’s just one thing missing.”

Jongho grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Your consent.”

You were in shock to hear about this. Sure, his bandmates were attractive as hell and you couldn’t deny that some of them were wrecking you (mainly Yunho and San). However, to initiate something as huge as this? Even though Jongho said he was ok with it, you didn’t know deep if you were ok with it. Furthermore, you also thought about what would happen if you didn’t do it. Sure, Jongho and the rest of Ateez will understand, but you’d feel bad for not indulging in one of his fantasies. He indulged in so many of yours. 

Might as well return the favor. 

Right?

“Um… ok then. I think… I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure? Because once we get started, there’s no going back. Unless we do something that you definitely don’t like. In that case, we’ll back off.”

“I’m positive, Jongho. I want to try this out. I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Jongho smiled his precious gummy smile and hugged you tightly before kissing the side of your head. When he let go, he turned around and saw the 98 liners approach you first. Jongho caressed your cheek and kissed your lips lightly. 

“We’ve arranged it in the order of our unit tracks.”

OH! OK THEN!

“Matz first.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong kissed both corners of your mouth delicately and retracted slowly. 

“WooSanSang second.”

‘Can’t wait for Zelena to hear about this!’ You thought in the back of your mind.

“YunGi third.”

The tall towers leaned down to whisper in your ear sensually. 

“Hi there, angel.” Yunho said in your left ear deeply. 

“Hey there, baby girl.” Mingi said in your right ear deeply and huskily.

You gulped nervously as they retracted themselves. 

“Lastly, me.”

You saw Jongho kneel in front of you once more and smirk before kissing the tip of your nose. He soon retracted and signalled for Seonghwa and Hongjoong to go first. The 99 liners and Jongho soon all backed up and went into the separate rooms the penthouse had. Seonghwa sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap while Hongjoong held your chin and made you look up at him. 

“Ready to have some fun?”

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2024–Day 15: ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Word Count: 5072

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

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Notes: This story was written for CSSS in 2019. It should hopefully be obvious from the story itself, but this is a canon divergence from 3x20.  It’s been a minute, so a quick reminder of what was going on in our favorites’ lives at this point in the story: Zelena cursed Hook’s lips so that the next time he kissed Emma, she’d lose her magic.  She threatened to kill Emma’s family, starting with Henry, if Hook told Emma about the curse.  Hook then decided to send Henry to New York where he’d (hopefully) be safe, but before that could happen, Zelena’s monkeys attacked.  With the help of Emma and the Charmings, Hook was able to defeat the monkeys, but not before Zelena showed up, told everyone about the curse and promised to kill Henry.  Emma and the Charmings are furious at Hook for keeping the curse secret.  This story takes place in the following episode just after Hook and Emma head to the farmhouse to confront Zelena.  Divergences for this story: 1. Snow hasn’t yet gone into labor. 2. Zelena and Rumple aren’t waiting for CS at the farmhouse.  3. It’s Christmas Eve. 4. Blizzard.

–Without further ado:

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Emma stomped into the farmhouse, ripping off her thoroughly snow-covered beanie and scarf and tossing them to the floor.  Of course she was trapped in the freaking Wicked Witch of the West’s creepy farmhouse–with Hook–on Christmas Eve–because of course she was!  That’s the way her life worked anymore.  Why’d she ever let Hook talk her into taking that memory potion in New York?  Her life was good there.  No monsters.  No over-the-top fairy tale villains.  No magic.  Just her and her son living their lives and being a normal family.

Granted, none of it had been real, she’d almost gotten engaged to a flying monkey and a part of her, even during the best moments in New York, felt like there was something missing, but that was beside the point!  She and Henry had been happy.  Was it really such a terrible thing to want to be happy?

Why the hell did Hook have to show up and destroy it all?

“We’re in luck, love,” the man himself called out cheerfully as he stepped inside and then, with some difficulty, closed the door against the bitter, howling wind.  “Zelena may be wicked, but at least she’s practical.  She left a nice, neat pile of firewood on the far side of the house.  Perhaps being stuck in a blizzard is’t the ideal way to spend Christmas Eve, but at least we’ll be quite comfortable.”

She rounded on him, wanting nothing more to wipe the smile from his face with a swift right hook.  “Not ideal?  Not ideal?!  Hook, my son, my parents, my baby brother or sister and the whole town are in danger from a crazy witch who wants to go back in time and wipe out my entire family line.  I think we’re a long way past not ideal.”

The smile slid from Hook’s face.  “It was not my intention to be flippant, Swan, but we must deal with the situation at hand.  You will be of no use to your lad or the rest of the town if you freeze to death, and at least we have the means to prevent that.”

“But Henry–”

“Will be fine,” Hook reassured, striding across the room until he could place reassuring hand and hook on her shoulders.  “He’s with Regina, and even at the height of her villainy, she loved Henry.  Protecting him will be her number one priority.”

Loathe as she was to admit it, Hook was right.  After the whole debacle yesterday–the storybook bringing back Henry’s memories, Zelena showing up and exposing Hook’s whole kiss curse situation, Zelena promising to kill Henry, Henry and Regina breaking the curse with True Love’s Kiss, the revelation of how the curse was cast in the first place (she still couldn’t believe her mother had actually crushed her father’s heart to cast it!)–Regina’s first act was to place a number of complex protection spells over Henry and every location he frequented.  Henry would likely suffer no lasting damage.

But Emma hadn’t wanted to take any chances. With Regina protecting Henry, and with Emma’s brother or sister still showing no signs of coming out to greet the world, Emma decided she was done playing defense. It was high time she take the fight to the Wicked Witch.  It was time to end this.  So armed with her magic and her faithful pirate, Emma had stormed out in the direction of Zelena’s farmhouse.

Stormed, it seemed, being the key word.  It began snowing just before she and Hook left her parent’s loft, and by the time they reached Zelena’s place, they were dealing with a full on blizzard.

Really, being home was the least Zelena could do given the fact Emma was giving up Christmas Eve with her son to kick her ass, but no.  She couldn’t even give them that.  There was no telling where Zelena and her Dark One puppet had gone, but it was clear they were not at home.

Emma hoped the witch froze solid in the blizzard.

Killian busied himself arranging the logs in the fireplace and then tried–without success–to start a blaze with the lighter he’d found lying upon the mantle.  Emma watched him struggle for a while, before growling, pushing him aside and calling on her reserves of anger and frustration to produce a fireball that soon had the fire blazing merrily.

“Bloody brilliant, love,” Killian murmured in obvious awe.  Despite herself, Emma felt her confidence soar in the wake of Hook’s constant, never-wavering faith in her.  

“You know Swan, it could be worse,” Hook said with a wicked grin.  “At least you’re trapped with a dashing rapscallion like meself.  There are any number of ways we could find to amuse ourselves that I can promise would be very enjoyable for both of us.”

When he waggled his eyebrows in that ridiculously over-the-top way of his, she lost it.

“Are you freaking kidding me right now?” she nearly shouted.  “We’re stuck here, my family’s in danger, a psycho witch and her equally psycho Dark One sidekick are still on the loose and all you can do is flirt!”

Growling, she turned to the fireplace, and tossed another fireball at the kindled wood for good measure, furious beyond belief at Hook, at Zelena, at the situation and, if she was being totally honest, at herself for the secret thrill that went through her every time he made outrageous or suggestive comments to her while giving her that look.  There was nothing between them!  There never would be.  She wouldn’t let it.

The farmhouse was silent for several moments, save for the crackling of the fire, and Emma eventually turned back toward Hook.  The look he gave her was a little too knowing, a little too understanding.  When he’d come for her in New York, he’d told her he knew her better than she knew herself, and though she hated to admit it, it was true.  It was a little unnerving how very well he understood her.

“Swan, what is this really about?” he asked simply.  

Emma growled.  “What do you mean, ‘What’s this really about?’  Did you forget about a certain green bitch with an insane grudge against her sister?”

“Of course not,” Hook said patiently, “but despite being snowed in, we are in no worse straights than we were yesterday.  You heard it yourself from your mother when you used your talking phone to let her know of our whereabouts.  Your family is fine, and Zelena hasn’t been seen since our confrontation in the boat house.  I reiterate.  What’s this really about?”

Emma glared at him for a long moment, before she finally sighed and dropped rather dramatically onto one of the ornate armchairs before the fire.  “It’s just…it’s just Christmas is Henry’s favorite time of year.  That kid loves Christmas.  Every year back in New York–and then in Boston before that–Christmas Eve was special.  We made a tradition out of it.  We’d sit before the tree drinking cocoa, reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’, singing our favorite carols.  Sometimes he even managed to talk me into letting him open a present or two.  It was the one night I never, under any circumstances, accepted a case or worked on one I had ongoing.  Christmas was for us.”

Emma felt the tears threatening at the back of her throat and she swallowed roughly, doing everything she knew to keep them from spilling over.  “And now, here I am on Christmas Eve, separated from him.  The kid’s going to be crushed.”

“Love,” Hook said gently, “the lad has a kind heart and a good head on his shoulders.  He understands the circumstances are beyond your control.  He knows how much spending this night together means to you, and he knows you’d never willingly miss spending it with him.”

“You know what the worst part of it is?” Emma asked bitterly. “The worst part of it is, as you’ve pointed out to me multiple times, none of it was real.  It didn’t happen.  It was nothing but the pleasant fake memories Regina gave us.”

Killian took ahold of her hand, and in a move that shocked even her, she let him.  “This past year, the lost year, was real.  Trust me love, Henry understands why you weren’t with him during the first ten years of his life.  He knows you didn’t abandon him.  He knows you did what you had to do to give him a good life.”

“Maybe,” Emma said, a lone tear breaking free and flowing down her cheek despite herself.

“Definitely,” Killian said with conviction

The lights flickered once and then went off completely, pitching the farmhouse into darkness, save for the flickering light from the fire.  Despite it being merely late-afternoon, the storm outside seems to have eclipsed the sun entirely.

“Fabulous,” Emma said with a groan.  “As if being stuck in a witch’s farmhouse on Christmas Eve wasn’t bad enough, now we’ll probably freeze to death without the heat.”

“I rather doubt that, Darling” Hook said with a flirtatious quirk of his eyebrow.  He slid his tongue along his bottom lip in a way that had Emma’s pulse racing, before invading her space and whispering the last bit.  “I’m sure we can come up with a way to keep warm.”

Emma leaned into him, actually leaned into him for a moment, before shaking herself out of it and taking a deliberate step back.

“Stop, Hook, just…stop!” she said through gritted teeth.  “This whole thing is your fault!  All of it!  We were happy  in New York, and you had to barge in and destroy it for us.  Then we get back here, and you manage to get yourself cursed–joke’s on Zelena by the way.  If she was smart, she’d have chosen to enchant the lips of someone I’d actually kiss.  Then you decide to take matters into your own hand instead of telling me about the threat to my son.  Hell, this is probably part of the plan too, isn’t it?  Get me alone, stranded in a blizzard and then try to seduce me.”

She’d hurt him.  She saw that clearly in his face for the space of two heartbeats, and then that hurt coalesced into anger.  “Despite what you may think of me, Swan, I’ve not yet developed an ability to control the weather.

Without another word, he stomped to the door.

“Where are you going?” she yelled after him, fire still flashing in her eyes.

“To gather more firewood,” he answered, voice hard.

And with a fierce slam of the door, he was gone.

For long moments after the door slammed after Hook, Emma continued to seethe.  Why was her life the way it was?  Why couldn’t she just be normal?  Why couldn’t she go back to her pleasant, comfortable life in New York with her son?  When she told people she was going back after this whole Zelena situation was over, why did they all look at her like she had just stated her plan to kick puppies?  This was her life, and she could live it as she pleased!  It was her prerogative to do what she felt was necessary to protect her son.  Where did Hook get off trying to convince her to stay with her family–and with him?

It’s not like she’d never see her loved ones again.  They’d still visit, and her family was welcome to come visit them.  But she was done.  She was done being the “savior”, done going after psychotic fairy tale villains, done being everything to everybody.  And most especially, she was done dealing with a pirate who made her heart race in a way she couldn’t control.

She’d done the whole “falling in love” thing before, and she had no intention of doing it again.

But as the minutes continued ticking past, Emma’s anger began to fade, and concern took its place.  Hook had been gone a long time; way too long to just gather up firewood.  What if….what if she’d finally driven him away?  What if he’d actually left her this time?  

A sick feeling took up residence in the pit of her stomach at the thought.  She wanted to tell herself she didn’t care; that she was glad he had finally stopped pestering her, but she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.  Hook had become much more than an ally to the heroes’ cause.  He’d become a friend, quite possibly the best friend she had.  He was her confidant, her support.  His endless faith in her gave her confidence when she no longer had faith in herself.  And the fact that he was so drop dead gorgeous and romantic that her insides turned to mush whenever he looked at her couldn’t be denied, at least not in the deep recesses of her heart where the truth resided.

Truth was, he’d been everything she needed during this whole stupid Wicked Witch business.  Despite what she might have said to him, she knew he pushed her not to further his own romantic interests but because he genuinely wanted her to find happiness.

And what did she do?  Time and time again, she pushed him away.  Time and time again she reforged the wall around her heart, trying to drive him away with cruel, cutting words.

Had she actually succeeded this time?  Was he ready to give up on her like everyone else had?  Gods, how was she going to handle it if he had?  Through everything, he’d been a constant in her life.  Why did she always do this?  Why did she always push away the people in her life that meant the most?

A small kernel of hope still lived inside her, reassuring her that he’d never abandoned her before, he wasn’t going to start now.

But that thought brought with it an entirely new concern.  What if something happened to him?  What if he was lost, freezing to death in the blizzard?  What if Zelena was lying in wait for him?  What if…?

As the minutes continued to pass, increasingly more fantastical worries about what may have happened to him took up residence in her mind until Emma feared she’d go crazy with the worry.  She was just on the point of going after him, when suddenly the door swung open, the furious blizzard winds blowing in both Killian and a fair amount of snow.

Without a word, Killian deposited an arm full of firewood beside the fire and then stepped outside to grab one more thing, before firmly closing the door again and shaking his head and shoulders like a wet dog.

The relief that suddenly flooded Emma was so strong that she couldn’t help herself.  She threw herself in his arms and buried her nose in his icy cold neck.  He was here; he’d come back to her.  He was okay.

For a moment, Killian stood still, but then his hooked arm came around her, and he hugged her to himself as tightly as she clung to him.  “Swan?” he asked.

Emma stepped back, wiping at her suddenly damp eyes.  “I’m sorry, okay?” she said, voice wavering with the emotion still at the back of his throat.  “I thought you’d left, and I get it.  The stuff I said to you–it was over the line and I’m sorry.”

Killian took a quick step back, unmistakable hurt back in his eyes.  “You thought I’d left?  Emma, haven’t I proven to you by now that I’d never leave you?”

“I know!” she was quick to reassure.  “It was stupid okay?  I just–I don’t know; I got scared, and when I get scared–” she shrugged.  “Wounds from the past tend to linger.”

His face softened.  “Well they needn’t with me,” he said gently. “I’m not so easily driven away.”

She smiled at him, a small, tenuous thing, but then the item in his hand caught her eye.  “Is that a pine tree?”

Killian smiled again.  “It’s not much, I’m afraid, but it was the best I could find in this tempest.”

“You got us a Christmas tree?”

Killian suddenly turned away, scratching at the back of his ear.  “I thought about what you said, Swan, about the traditions you are missing with your lad today.  I know it’s not the same as spending the day with him, but I thought–” he shrugged self-consciously, “I thought perhaps it would make your holiday marginally less bleak if we recreated some of your favorite traditions ourselves.”

For the second time that evening, Emma threw her arms around Killian.  “That’s one of the most thoughtful things anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I aim to please.”

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Two hours later, Emma and Killian sat with each other before the fire, steaming mugs of instant hot cocoa in hand.  Emma smiled, looking over at the tree that they’d managed to decorate with bits and baubles they’d found scavenging through Zelena’s house (and leaving quite a mess in their wake, which felt rather satisfying).  Phase one of “Operation Christmas Cheer”, as Emma decided to call it in honor of Henry, complete, they’d turned their pillaging to the kitchen, managing to put together a haphazard meal of bread and cheese that Killian had toasted over the fire.  It was Emma who found the box of instant cocoa mix in Zelena’s cupboard, and, resourceful as always, Killian had heated it over the fire in a small saucepan.

Meal prepared, they’d raided every bedroom and closet, bringing all the pillows, blankets, comforters and afghans they could find and arranging a nest for themselves before the fire.

“I’m afraid we’ll need to bed down for the night here before the fire, Swan,” Killian said, once again scratching at his neck.  “With the storm still raging fiercely, we’d freeze in any of the bedrooms.”

Truth be told, Emma thought, as she bit into her grilled cheese sandwich, though she missed being with Henry, this Christmas Eve wasn’t turning out half bad.  

They ate in companionable silence, and when the last crumb had been consumed, Killian turned toward her with a smile.  “Are you ready for your story, Swan?”

“Story?” She asked.

“Of course,” he answered.  “That was an integral part of your Christmas Eve tradition, was it not?  Reading with your lad?”

Emma smiled.  “It was, but don’t worry about it.  It would be too much to ask that the Wicked Witch would keep any Christmas books around.”

“No matter,” Killian said, settling more comfortably onto his side of their blanket nest.  “I’ve no need of a book.”

“Oh really?” she grinned.  “How are you going to manage to read me a story with no book?”

“I’ve all I need up here, love,” he said, pointing to his head.  “Sit back and prepare to be transported into the holiday spirit.  ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…”

Emma’s jaw dropped.  “Wait, you know ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’?”

Killian gave her a mock offended look.  “I do read, Swan.  Quite extensively in fact.”

Emma smiled, laying upon her pillow and pulling a comforter up to cover her.  “Well, by all means, then, continue.”

As Killian’s voice droned on, reciting the story of a man awakened by the arrival of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve night, Emma felt her eyelids become heavy, and before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep, not visions of sugar plums, but visions of a thoughtful pirate that she just might be starting to fall for, dancing in her head.

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Christmas morning dawned clear and bright, the blizzard finally at an end.  Emma woke to bright sunshine streaming through the front window.  For a moment, she was disoriented, wondering where she was and how she’d gotten there, but then the previous day rushed back to her.  Going after Zelena, the blizzard, being trapped in the farmhouse, taking out her frustration on Hook, being afraid Hook had left her, being overjoyed when he returned, his thoughtful Christmassy gestures.

Still thinking of Hook, Emma gradually became aware that she was quite warm and comfortable–and that was all thanks to the man who was currently spooning her, his strong arms holding her close.  They’d gone to sleep with a respectable amount of space between them; how did they wind up in each other’s arms?

For a moment, Emma wanted to run.  This was too close, too intimate, too–much.

But the more Emma thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t want to run, not anymore, not from this man.  He’d been proving himself to her over and over again since Neverland.  In the past few weeks alone, he’d been her rock as all this Wicked Witch crap had been going down.  He’d found her in New York–somehow; she was still fuzzy on the details–restored her memories, brought her back to her family, contributed an excellent strategic mind to planning sessions, been one of the best listening ears she’d ever had.

And then the harder to swallow stuff.  In these early morning moments, she could admit to herself that though some of the things he said to her were uncomfortable, they were uncomfortable truths.  Walsh’s presence in her life proved that she couldn’t get away from the fairytale crap, not really.  The fact that Henry had his memories back meant she couldn’t take him back to New York, at least not without a hell of a fight–with him, with Regina, with her parents, with everyone. He’d spoken the truth to her about all of it, even at the risk of her turning on him completely.  It was the mark of someone who truly, genuinely cared.

And all the while, she’d treated him like something nasty she’d stepped in.  She’d pushed, and pushed and pushed, but he’d stayed by her side.  He’d been so patient with her, he really ought to qualify for sainthood.

It was Christmas, the time to be with the ones you loved.  The time to tell them what they truly meant to you.  

She turned over in his arms and ran a hand over his stubbly cheek.  Still caught up in sleep, he mumbled “Swan” on a fond sigh, before opening his eyes–and then jumping to his feet faster than any person she’d ever seen.

“Swan!” he said, face flaming.  “My apologies love.  Not that I didn’t enjoy waking up with you in my arms, but I had no intention of taking advantage.”

Emma smiled, rolling her eyes fondly.  “Sit back down, you Victorian drama queen.  You didn’t take advantage.  Somehow we just–ended up like that over night.  Besides; I kind of liked it.  You’re warm.”

Killian did as she asked, sitting cross legged beside her as she sat up to mirror him.  “Just warm, love?  I’ve it on good authority that I’m hot.”

Emma laughed, playfully swatting his arm.  “Do you ever run out of these cheesy lines?”

“Haven’t yet in my three hundred years of existence.”

They laughed together for a moment, but then Emma turned serious, remnants of her musings of the morning still very much in mind.  “Hook, I think we need to talk.”

The smile slid from his face.  “As stated in Neverland, love, I find when a woman says that, I’m rarely in for a pleasant conversation.”

“You might be surprised this time.”

“Aye?” he asked, brow raising in interest. 

“I just–” she started, not sure how to even go about untangling all of the thoughts twisted up in her head.  “I get it; I get why you didn’t tell me about the lips curse thing.  I get that you were trying to protect Henry the best way you were able in an impossible situation.  I’m sorry I jumped down your throat about it.”

“You were concerned for your lad,” Killian said.  “I quite understand being angry at finding someone was keeping something about his welfare from you.”

“It’s not that,” Emma said, “or at least not just that.  Hook, I trust you; I really do.  I know you wouldn’t deliberately hurt Henry.  It’s just–hearing what Zelena threatened and what she did to you, it just brought it home again that I’m not enough.  Even with the whole savior thing, I can’t do a damn thing to help my family.  Zelena knows if she takes my magic, I’m useless.”

Killian straightened, frowning ferociously down at her.  “I cannot abide that kind of talk about the woman I–well, the woman I care for, particularly when it is blatantly false.  Emma, you are enough.  You’re more than enough, and it’s because she knows it that Zelena is going after you.  She said something similar to me.  She told me that she wants me to take away your magic, the thing that makes you special, but she was wrong as well.  Your magic isn’t what makes you special.  There’s not a bit of you that isn’t extraordinary.  Swan your determination, your goodness in the face of a difficult childhood, your strength and courage.  All of it make you who you are.  All of it convinces me without a doubt that even without your magic, you could defeat Zelena.”

Emma felt like a ball of warmth surrounded her, suffused her at his words.  She loved him.  She’d never admitted it to herself before, but nonetheless it was true.  She loved him, and she was done hiding behind her walls.

And she was certainly done letting villains try to determine her love life.

“Killian, can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Anything, love.”

“Back in New York, when you first came to my apartment.  That was True Love’s Kiss you tried, wasn’t it?”

There was the scratching at his neck again.  “Aye.  I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try.”

“So you…you love me?”

His eyes widened.  “Swan, if you haven’t realized that by now, I don’t know what to tell  you.”

“No I mean, you truly love me, like curse-breaking true love?”

“For my part, aye,” he said, looking directly in her eyes.  “There’s no doubt in my mind, but for True Love to break a curse, it must be reciprocated.  New York proved that it is not, as is your prerogative, of course.”

Emma was silent for a moment, gathering her courage.  Finally she met his eyes.  “True Love’s Kiss also doesn’t work when one party doesn’t remember the other.”

He stared at her incredulously for a long moment. “Are you saying you think we share True Love?” he began, apparently unable to finish the sentence.

Emma shrugged.  “I mean, I don’t know. How could I?  But–I’m willing to test it out.  Are you?”

He swallowed hard.  “Gods know how badly I wish to kiss you, Swan, but are you sure?  Your magic is part of who you are.  I cannot be the reason you lose it.”

“You won’t,” Emma said, scooting forward and invading his space.  “I think this will work, but even if it doesn’t I know that there’s nothing our family can’t accomplish.  With or without my magic, Greeny doesn’t stand a chance.  So what do you say?  Are you willing to take a leap of faith?”

In answer, Killian leaned forward covering her lips with his own.  Emma sighed into the kiss, everything about it felt right.  Come what may, she was not denying herself this pleasure again.

Emma had just tilted her head to deepen the kiss, when suddenly a shockwave burst forth from their joined lips and suffused the entire farmhouse.  She pulled away.  “Hook–was that–?”

His face a mask of awe, Killian answered.  “I think so.  Give it a try, my love.”

Emma concentrated her emotions, directing them toward the place within her where her magic had always been.  Continuing to focus, she waved her hand, and suddenly a fireball shot forth, reigniting the fire that had burnt down to mere embers.

“True Love,” she said in shock.  “It’s true love.”

“Aye that it is,” Killian said, moving toward her once again.  “The question is, what are we going to do about it?”

“Well, for starters, this,” Emma said, surging forward with enough vigor to knock him to the floor.  Emma took his mouth with the kind of wild abandon she’d never even imagined displaying.  He gave back as good as he got, his hand tangling in her hair and his hooked arm molding her to himself.  

Emma’s hand had just moved to unclasp his vest when suddenly the farmhouse door opened and Leroy burst through, walkie talkie in hand.  “Relax your majesties,” he said.  “I found ‘em.  They’re at the farmhouse sucking face like a couple horny teenagers.”

Emma sighed in frustration before getting to her feet and then offering Killian her hand.

“You know, Swan,” Killian said when he was back on his feet.  “I think someone needs to muzzle that dwarf.”

Emma giggled, as the sound of her father’s shocked “WHAT?!” on the other end of the walkie came through.

She shrugged.  “What can I say?  It wouldn’t be Christmas without a little family drama.”

“True enough, love.  Shall we adjourn to your parents’ loft and face the music together?”

“Absolutely,” Emma answered, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with hers.  “Together is how I see us doing a lot of things in the future.”

NEXT CHAPTER->

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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.

[princess-ibri]

Princess Zara Backstory

So a while back someone asked if I had a backstory for Princess Zara from the videogame Disney Princess: Enchanted Journey

I didn't at the time but thinking it over since I think I've found a good fit within my DisneyVerse 

I knew I wanted to do a take on Zelena from OUAT since I already had her parents and sister, but since Theodora from Oz the Great and Powerful is the DisneyVerse version of the Wicked Witch of the West she couldn't be that, but I think Zara fits nicely. Greek color scheme, Z name, motivated by jealousy, ect.

So in my DisneyVerse Zara is the second child of Corinne and Henri, unexpected and unplanned as they meant to have no further children who could be in danger from a vengeful Rumplestiltskin, per the terms of their last  bargain 

Desperate to keep her safe, they end up meeting the Enchantress through her friendship with Hélène, and she agrees to take the child under her care to hide her from Rumplestiltskin, knowing it might be her only chance 

Zara is brought up ignorant of her past under the Enchantress's  rather cold care--she never was very good with children-- and is a lonely, often angry, little girl, who dreams of another life, one where she feels important and wanted, often lashing out against her distant guardian in order to gain her attention 

When she exhibits a talent for magic, she hopes this will bring the Enchantress to pay more attention to her, or at least bring her esteem in the eyes of others

But though the  Enchantress trains her somewhat, she is still critical of how Zara's temper gets away from her ('refusing to learn those Princess Virtues') 

Eventually, fed up with her life, Zara uses her magic to run away from the Enchantress's magically hidden home--which unfortunately leads her right into the clutches of Rumplestiltskin 

The imp tells her a twisted version of her origin, making her believe her mother abandoned her in favor of her sister Princess Regine

Heartbroken and bitter over what she sees as her stolen life, Zara begins to learn dark magic from the imp, and soon begins her vendetta of ensuring that if she can't be a princess, no one can…

[walviemort]

Expecting a Secret [2/3]

Summary: After the events of 3x19, Killian is at his lowest after being rejected by Emma. When Snow’s labor turns out to be a false alarm, Zelena offers Killian a deal: she’ll leave the Charmings alone…if he gives her the baby she needs for her spell instead. There’s just one hitch: he has to keep it a secret. At least it will only take 10 days, right? a/n: Here's the second part of my bday fic for @sancocnutclub !!! This is the full fic from the manip I posted last week. Last chapter should go up on Friday! rated T | AO3 | 3.8k | part 1 |

Based on what Killian was feeling and seeing, the next morning found him roughly at the 23-week mark (as expected, he’d spent most of the night studying his borrowed book—and was feeling thoroughly overwhelmed). His stomach looked yet larger, but his vest still had plenty of room, even if the laces on the side were let out a bit more.

He also found himself resting his hand on his belt to further hide the increasingly obvious curve of his midsection (at least, it appeared so to him, given all the decades that his form had remained unchanged). It seemed to work, thankfully, but he also made an effort to not be too social; he took lunch with Emma and Henry, at their request, but had to pass on their invite to dine at the loft that night. He cited his desire to avoid the extra burden on Snow—who it was implied could go into labor at any moment, though he had (good) reason to believe they had a bit more time, assuming Zelena’s implication that she had control over Snow’s pregnancy was true—but in reality, he knew his ravenous appetite would be nigh impossible to hide in such close quarters. (Granny was far less discerning, especially with with her approving comments about “putting some meat on his bones.”)

“We’ll miss you,” Henry told him as he and Emma left the diner that afternoon; Killian wasn’t sure if what he felt at that was his heart skipping a beat, or yet another kick from the little one, which were happening with increasing frequency and strength. 

He tried his damnedest to swallow his emotions and looked up at Emma, who was giving him a similar gentle look. “I, uh, I’ll miss you too—lad,” he added quickly. “Until next time.”

He was glad he’d left things vague when he yet again felt immediate relief at unclasping his vest once back in his room. The odds of it fitting even later that day were slim to none, which would no doubt draw Emma’s attention. No, he’d do best to avoid her the next several days, until this whole thing was done. 

That was something else he’d noticed—his conscious effort to put distance between him and this child, even if it obviously was more emotional than physical. His paternal side would find it far too easy to start considering names for the wee one, to caress his growing stomach and maybe even serenade the baby, to start preparing for the future. He wasn’t even sure the babe was his—but that had never stopped him before.

Until he knew how to keep them safe from Zelena’s clutches, though, he didn’t dare; that might only lead to heartbreak, and he’d known enough of that for a few lifetimes. 

He did ask Emma, during a moment when Henry stepped away to the restroom, if any progress had been made regarding the witch problem, given that his attempt at research was fruitless. 

“Nothing yet,” she sighed. “Unless we can somehow steal the items back before my mom goes into labor, our only hope is my magic.” Her eyes briefly darted to his lips; he leaned away from her. 

“I’d say both are good plans,” he assured her. “Especially the second one.”

She rolled her eyes, but blushed. “I think you’re the only person confident in that.”

“Well, take some of mine, then. Remember: I have yet to see you fail,” he reminded her, and placed his hand over hers on the diner table. 

The look she gave him was heavy; she still wasn’t used to people having that kind of faith in her, he knew. But if this was his only way of thwarting the witch—of keeping two infants safe—he’d give her as much support as he could.

The moment was simultaneously interrupted by Henry’s return, and a strong kick from his passenger—as if to remind him that at some point here (sooner than he’d care to admit), he’d have to go into hiding. He’d have to figure out a way to offer his support from afar. 

But until there was a definite plan, he was going to keep things as impersonal as possible, merely trying to make sure he complied with Zelena’s rules and did whatever he needed to remain something resembling comfortable. The babe seemed to be growing just fine; his stomach was maybe a touch smaller than average, but that could be attributed to him also being taller than the typical expectant parent, as well as a life at sea demanding denser core muscles. 

Hopefully, that remained the trend; he’d read the section about what happened after birth in more detail and…it wasn’t pretty. And he was still a rather vain man, with a woman to woo, if she’d still have him. 

(He hadn’t given much thought as to how he might explain this to Emma after the fact, if at all; he hoped the simple fact that Zelena was no longer going after the Charmings would be enough that they wouldn’t even need to have the conversation. However, he wasn’t naive enough to count on it.)

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When he woke the next morning, his hand was instinctively resting atop the bare curve of his belly. (That didn’t bode well for his plans of detachment.)

He also found it difficult to sit up in his normal manner; after much rolling around and repositioning, he finally managed to get upright—only to see that his stomach had popped out a fair bit overnight. It most definitely resembled a bump now; after using the lavatory, he traced the curve of it in the mirror, equal parts astounded and horrified. He was also surprised at how firm it was—it wasn’t just softness; there was definitely something there. (Something that was repeatedly kicking at his liver, it felt like.)

His tunic was plenty roomy, but the vest would no longer clasp over his gravid form, no matter how much he let out the laces. He huffed as he cast it aside; he knew it was inevitable, but it was depressing all the same. At least his pants still fit, but barely—and likely not for much longer.  

If no one looked closely, and he didn’t tuck in his shirt, it wasn’t all that noticeable. But there would be no hiding it from those even reasonably close to him. Now he understood why the upper-class women referred to this time as “confinement”—because in order to keep this hidden, he’d have to stay in his room.

Not for the first time, he wished he had his ship; it would have been far easier to hide out there, away from prying eyes. Or if only there were another inn in town, but it would likely draw more attention if he were to relocate.

While he still had a semblance of normalcy to his appearance, he decided he should seek out provisions to get him through the next several days. By his math, he’d only just crossed the halfway mark in the time frame Zelena gave him, but was more than halfway through the pregnancy—so it was likely slowing down in speed, meaning he’d be spending the bulk of it during the most uncomfortable parts. Not only would he need food, he’d need other supplies as well. 

He’d jotted down a list and slipped it into the pocket of his greatcoat, next to the fair amount of gold he’d stashed before leaving the Jolly Roger. His jacket hung loose enough that it hid his belly, but only just.

Cautiously, he poked his head out in the hall before heading out; even if he was reasonably covered up, the more inconspicuous he could be, the better. The coast was clear, so he slipped out and locked up—but then he heard a similar sound from behind him.

“Oh, hey—I was just about to come over,” Emma said from across the way. “I’ve got a magic lesson this afternoon, but do you want to get lunch before it?”

He was still facing the door. Given the state of things, Emma was the last person he’d wanted to run into. Traitorously, the baby chose then to give him a sharp thump in the stomach, as if telling him to get a move on.

So he did his best to suck in a breath—to minimize his bump’s profile—before turning around. He plastered on his best flirtatious look and avoided the urge to place his hand on his belt. “Is that your way of asking me out on a date?” he teased, hoping the obvious come-on would prevent her from suspecting anything was awry.

As predicted, she rolled her eyes. “If I was asking you on a date, it wouldn’t be to Granny’s,” she countered.

“Duly noted,” he quipped back (and saved for future reference). “But unfortunately, I have to decline the invitation; I’m afraid I have some errands to run that I’ve been putting off too long.”

“Oh.” Her face fell, and he tried to make sure his heart didn’t follow it. “Well, I could go with you, if you wanted.”

He did—so much. But then how would he explain the copious amounts of food he was about to buy? “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t know how long it will take—and I know that Her Majesty can’t be kept waiting.”

Emma huffed, but he saw acceptance across her face. “Yeah, you’re right. But I’m absolutely not seeing her on an empty stomach.”

“Nor should you,” he agreed, smiling—though hopefully it didn’t look too pained, because his attempts at holding in his belly were beginning to strain. As such, he started to turn away to leave, but she wasn’t done.

“Hey, where’s your vest? Is that one of your errands?”

Dammit; should have known she’d notice. But her gaze seemed to be focused on his chest and not any lower; normally, he’d comment on her leering but he was just relieved. “Aye; damaged it with my hook last night, and the laces need repair.” (That part was true—some of them had gotten a bit stretched.)

“Darn; I thought maybe you were actually going to join the modern world and get some new clothes,” she teased.

“Not yet,” he countered, but it wasn’t a bad idea—not a total wardrobe change, but perhaps something a bit…roomier, or more forgiving. “I should get to it, though.”

Emma blinked and looked back up at him, having seemingly been lost in a daydream. (Perhaps buying modern clothes did need to be added to his docket at some point; just not today.) “Yeah, and I need to get moving. Have fun.”

“Thanks, and good luck,” he farewelled; Emma headed the opposite way down the hall with a casual wave.

He waited until she was out of sight and then relaxed with a sigh; he could feel his belly press against the laces of his trousers as soon as he did, and indulged in a brief massage of his lower abdominal muscles. At least the ruse had worked—but he was definitely seeking out pants with an elastic waist.

The supermarket was aptly named; it was indeed massive and overwhelming. But it had everything—fresh vegetables and meat, bulk rations, even perishables and fresh-baked goods. It was astounding. He was easily able to gather enough provisions (healthy ones at that) for the next several days. He also grabbed some items at random that simply sounded appealing—mostly sweets, but he’d learned that cravings were a customary part of the process and this little one certainly had a sweet tooth.

(Thankfully, he also found the section with flexible clothing with ease. He purchased a couple pairs of what were labeled “sweatpants” and a few long-sleeved tops in varying sizes and colors; he just hoped he’d selected ones big enough.)

Odds were he overpaid for the lot of goods, given that the lad working the checkout didn’t know the gold conversion rate offhand, but he didn’t rightly care if it also bought the boy’s discretion. Thankfully, he also had his enchanted tote bag with him—the one with the hidden expansion charm he’d picked up…gods, he couldn’t even remember where anymore, it’d been so long—so he wasn’t spotted carrying half a dozen overladen sacks into Granny’s.

He spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking his newfound treasures, grateful to finally have a use for the seemingly magical ice box in his room. He stashed the nonperishables on his small table, and his new clothing in a dresser drawer. 

One last thing remained, and admittedly, he hadn’t paid for it: a tiny outfit intended for a baby, covered with illustrations of sailboats. He’d slipped it into a pocket before paying for everything else, not wanting to draw the raised eyebrows such a purchase would attract, even if he could have passed it off as being for the Charming’s infant. 

He held it up with just his thumb and forefinger; the label on it suggested it was sized for a newborn, but it still seemed impossibly small. At least, until he laid it atop the steadily increasing curve of his belly; then he wondered if it would even be large enough (though the books told him the babe was only yet the size of an aubergine, which he had stared at in the produce section for an extended period of time).

Bloody hell, what was he doing? He couldn’t get attached; if he failed to help Emma and the others defeat Zelena, it would spell doom for this child. And given that he was increasingly running out of ideas, it seemed imminent. He’d already suffered two terrible heartbreaks in his life; he wasn’t sure he could survive another (which would undoubtedly be harsher).

He yanked open an empty drawer and threw the onesie inside, then shoved it shut. Best not to continue that train of thought; only if they actually managed to defeat the witch.

Sighing, he plopped down in the dining chair and tore (literally) into a package of something called Oreos. They were delicious, but did nothing to assuage his fears or guilt. For the umpteenth time, his hand instinctively drifted to his stomach, as if his touch alone could protect the babe.

Hopefully that, and his trust in the heroes, would be enough.

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Killian awoke the next day to something touching him. In his sleep-addled mind, he lashed out towards whatever it was, fully intending to let it (or them) get acquainted with the sharp end of his hook.

However, he’d taken his prosthesis off last night, lest he do anything to injure his ever-expanding midsection, so all he did was hit it away with his brace. An annoyed yelp followed his impact. 

“Bloody hell, I was just checking on the baby,” Zelena scolded. He blinked a few times, urging the sleep away from his eyes, to see the witch standing over him, scowling. 

“What the hell do you want?” he demanded as he tried (and failed) to sit up, eventually settling for propping himself on his elbows.

“I’m simply making sure that my investment is paying off. I’ve kept up my part of the deal—those sickly-sweet Charmings are just fine. But I’ve got to make sure everything is going well here, too; pregnancy is tricky business, you know.” She turned her gaze to his exposed belly; despite the shirt he’d worn to bed, it had ridden up overnight. “Oh, is that a stretch mark I see?” she declared, leaning back towards him.

He yanked the hem of his shirt down, both to cut off her view and at the wound to his vanity.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted. “I thought most expectant parents were basking in the glow of creating life, or whatever?”

“When it’s something they’ve wanted, aye; not when it’s been forced on them,” he spat. He hadn’t truly understood the concept of glowing until his time spent with Snow lately; however, he felt more washed out than anything incandescent.

But speaking of glowing—as she stood upright and folded her arms, light from the window glinted off the jewel at her neck. He remembered what the Charmings had been told about it being the source of her power, and without any further thought (moving faster than he thought he could), he lunged for the pendant, hoping that it might be just that simple to defeat her.

No sooner had his fingers brushed the surface of the gem than he was thrown back forcefully against the headboard; he groaned in pain. Bollocks.

“Ah-ah-ah,” she chastised. “Did you really think it’d be that easy? Especially when you’ve been touched not once, but twice by my own magic?”

“Had to try,” he panted out as he tried to catch his breath. His hand flew to his stomach as its inhabitant also protested the blow.

“You really ought to be more careful; a fall like that isn’t good for the little one,” she warned.

“Why do I give a shit what happens to your demon offspring?” he countered.

She scoffed. “Oh, it’s not mine. The spell would never work with my own blood. But,” she started, coming closer and leaning over him again. “It is yours.”

“What?” he gasped. He’d certainly wondered, but hadn’t expected that it was actually his child. How could she expect him to hand over his own flesh and blood? What he did to Bae all those years ago still haunted him; this would be even worse.

“Indeed. All the more reason for you to be careful, hm?” The way she caressed his bump again felt more like a threat than any sort of endearment. “If this child doesn’t survive, our deal is off. And maybe you should read the part of that book over there on just what that will do to you.”

(He swallowed, because he already had, of course; he couldn’t imagine anything more traumatic than carrying a child that didn’t survive—especially now knowing this one was truly his.)

“Then who’s the mum?” he asked, trying to distract himself. He needed to know that, too, especially if it wasn’t Zelena. “Is there one?” (Biologically, he knew there should be…but, biologically, she would be the one with child.)

“There is. Magic can’t circumvent that,” she confirmed as she set herself to rights. “But as for who…I’ll tell you when it’s all said and done.”

“You’re a bastard,” he growled.

“Something me and that baby will have in common,” she laughed.

She abruptly moved away and turned around, so he closed his eyes and took another deep breath to recover, at least physically, while she was distracted. He hadn’t realized how much the babe was pressing on his lungs until now.

“Oh, isn’t this sweet?” Zelena cooed. He opened his eyes to see her holding up the onesie. “Not my color scheme, but it certainly suits your aesthetic. Too bad they won’t get to wear it.”

Angrily, he stood from his bed to rush at her—he didn’t know why, exactly, just that he was suddenly filled with rage—but it was for nought, as she merely threw the garment at him before disappearing in her signature green smoke.

He caught it against his chest and sighed. He’d failed, hadn’t he? There was no way he could do anything to keep this child from Zelena’s clutches now, unless Emma managed to defeat her in the next few days. He sniffled, suddenly overcome by emotion—because wasn’t this so typical for him? To lose the things he loved?

(Because, much as he had tried not to, he did love the babe—even before he knew it was his; that was just his nature. But as with all things he loved, it was going to be taken from him—and their mum likely had no clue. Shit.)

His gaze was still on the outfit, vision blurring with tears, when a knock rapped at his door. He froze, hoping whoever it was would go away, but it sounded again. “Hook? Are you there?”

Of course it was Emma. Despite everything, he couldn’t say no to her. “Coming,” he called out, and quickly tossed the onesie aside, wiped his eyes, and strode to the door.

But then he glanced down; there was no hiding his belly, especially while wearing just the shirt and sweatpants he’d changed into (which, while exceedingly comfortable, did nothing to disguise the curve of his waistline). So he awkwardly angled himself, and opened the door just enough to peek his upper body around.

“Morning, Swan,” he greeted, though it was nowhere near as smooth as he usually was. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her brow furrowed as she looked him over, then tried to look past him into his room. “I thought I heard something weird; is everything okay?”

“Right as rain,” he lied. “I did have a run-in with my bed frame, though,” he said, hoping she would believe him if he at least partially told the truth.

“What, stub your toe?” she teased.

“Aye, something like that,” he agreed.

She briefly narrowed her gaze, but seemed to accept his answer. “Well, do you want to get breakfast? Henry was asking if you wanted to spar again, too; I think he’s gunning to be your first mate.”

He had to smile at that, but it didn’t hold. “Ah, I’m dealing with a fair bit of fatigue at the moment; can I take a rain bill?”

Emma tilted her head. “You mean a rain check?”

“That, yes.”

“I suppose, but that’s only going to mean he’ll want more later.”

“I endeavor to make it up to him in full.”

She grinned, but hers too didn’t last. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I just haven’t been sleeping well,” he told her—which was true, given that the babe was treating his internal organs as playthings.

“Alright, well, rest up; you’ve been missed around here.” There was a steadiness in her gaze that suggested she was speaking personally rather than generally.

“I’ll try,” he said, though his voice was almost a whisper.

“See you,” she farewelled; he repeated it and shut the door, perhaps a bit too forcefully.

The next few days were going to be interminable, weren’t they?

The lone blessing was that Belle had lent him a few books from the library, so he had the means of entertainment, and obviously had bought more than enough food. (Those Pop-Tart pastries that Emma seemed to favor were indeed delicious.)

He felt like an arse when he had to feign sleep during Emma’s next attempt to drag him from his room, around dinner time. The woman was bloody stubborn. But, as he was being reminded by the insistent little foot digging into his ribs, there was truly nothing to be done until they were out. He’d extend his apologies then—once they’d defeated the witch.

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Love Bites (But So Do I) ch 8

Final Chapter

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Once Upon A Time: Captain Swan: Emma Swan/Killian Jones

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer

“Zelena of the West has actually been on the agency’s radar for some time.” Nemo said when Emma and Killian updated him on their latest findings. “Her temper, constantly prone to jealousy, and excessive lack of reason makes her a danger to society. Before, there was nothing substantial we could bind and imprison her for. But with the proof that she is dealing in the forbidden spells, we may finally end her wicked ways once and for all.”

“The tricky part will be catching the witch.” Killian theorized. “I doubt she will just come along willingly.”

“We also need to find out just who she is working with. We know that it has to be a pirate, it’s the only way the stolen goods can be smuggled to willing buyers. But we don’t know if it’s the cyborg Silver, or Blackbeard.” Emma said. “We have to catch them in the act when they exchange goods.”

“That will be tricky.” Nemo nodded. “A cyborg certainly has the strength to cause the same amount of destruction as a werewolf. A disguise and the cover of darkness could have easily fooled witnesses who claimed it was a beast. Then again, a potion could have allowed a human to become a beast temporarily, allowing the human the abilities of a supernatural creature for that length of time. Either way, the person has to be found and dealt with.”

“We know for a fact now that Neal has made bargains with this witch as well. Has the council granted me permission to deal with him, permanently?” Killian asked, voice full of menacing hope.

“They have.” Nemo’s tone spoke of exactly the outcome they were expecting. “The council know the trouble Neal will cause if he continues on the path he has chosen. He signed his death sentence when he tried to kill and enslave the two of you. They have given the warrant allowing for you to dispose of him in any way you wish.”

“In any way we wish?” Killian questioned.

“Yes, Jones.” Nemo answered the werewolf. “You are allowed to make his death as slow and painful as you like.”

A wicked grin spread wide on Killian’s face. That clarification was like music to his ears.

“There’s a good chance that Neal might try to go back to Zelena.” Emma’s sweet voice cut through Killians imagining on how best to torture her former sire. “He knows that she has the potions that will do what he wants. Just because he failed with them once doesn’t mean he won’t try them again. He’ll be healed by now, his strength returned. By now he might have gathered something of value in exchange for more potions.”

Nemo nodded in agreement. Looking at Killian, he asked, “You’ve torn Neal apart enough times to catch his scent. Do you think you could track it down and see where he’s been?”

“I know his foul stench. I’ll be able to track him anywhere.” Killian said with a sneer.

Emma remembered the types of places Neal liked to frequent.

 It didn’t take long to catch a strong whiff of his scent around an old building covered in wolfsbane.

“It’s an apartment complex that rents only to vampires.” Emma said. “The plants growing everywhere are supposed to keep werewolves from breaking in and messing with the residents.” Emma shrugged. “I stayed in a place like this when I was newly turned. Before I was hired by Nemo,” She turned to Killian, placed her hand over his heart and smiled up at him. “And before I knew how pleasurable it could be to have a werewolf mess with me.”

“Only one werewolf gives you pleasure.” Killian growled, pulling Emma against him. “I will kill any other being, werewolf or whatever, who tries to be with you the way that I do.”

She allowed him to take her lips in a kiss that was nothing short of possession. It was a claim, and she melted into it until he chose to let her go.

The darker side of her would admit that she loved to get him jealous and riled up. But that was because it always led to him doing the most wickedly delicious things to her.

“Save that energy for later.” Emma said breathily. “When we’re celebrating getting rid of my ex for good. But right now, we have work to do.”

Killian agreed. With reluctance, he pulled away from Emma and focused once again on Neal’s scent. He quieted his disappointment with the reminder that soon he would dispose of the idiot and then be certain that Emma would be safe in his arms for the rest of eternity.

Keeping their faces hidden by staying close together and standing by a shop on the corner of the street, they watched and listened for any sign of Neal.

Fortune was on their side. After just twenty minutes, they saw him emerge from the vampire apartment building.

He adjusted a satchel that seemed to be filled with something heavy, then started on his way down the street.

Emma and Killian soon followed, staying behind their target at about thirty paces.

Neal was not very observant. He never paid much attention to his surroundings. Too often obsessed with his own desires to realize things may not be as they seem.

Emma recalled more than one event where she, still human, had to warn Neal not to antagonize a being who he perceived as being smaller and weaker than himself.

“Goblins are stronger and more fierce than their size shows them to be.” She had told Neal, pulling him away from the creatures that he was saying cruel remarks about.

They may have been foul mouthed, and their scents unpleasant, they were only speaking with vulgar language to one another. So Emma had thought it was best for her and Neal to mind their own business, and allow the goblins to mind theirs.

Later, she found out that Neal had returned to the goblins gathering place and had called them vile and disgusting.

He spent the next three days at a healer’s, having the toxic acid that the goblins infected him with during their retaliatory attack drained from his body.

Neal had wanted the goblins punished for such behavior. But the counsel had declined the request. They stated that since Neal had gone out of his way to insult the goblins, then he should have anticipated the repercussions.

Neal never did learn his lesson. Which was why the counsel had had enough of him and his annoying behavior.

His lack of awareness did prove to be fortunate for Emma and Killian as they were able to follow him easily without being detected.

Neal turned down a dark alley filled with shops that did not advertise the name of the business printed anywhere. 

When he opened the door, there was no bell to signal his arrival, but yet a red haired woman with green skin came out of a back room as soon as he entered.

Emma and Killian were able to watch and listen from outside the shop. The complete lack of light in the area easily obscured their presence.

“You, again? I thought you would be living happily with your bride.”

“Things didn’t go as planned.” Neal explained. “They had security that I didn’t anticipate. The bottles got broken. I need them replaced.” He reached into his satchel and pulled out a large leather bound book. “I’ve found this old book of spells. I want to trade this for more of those potions.”

“That book only buys you some of my time and patience. There are dozens like it already in my possession. And I know for a fact you got that book by stealing it from a witch. It’s the only way something like you could have obtained such a thing.” Zelena sneered. “I’m not just going to give you more potions. I have a business to run. If you had planned better, the potions would have worked.”

Neal sighed in frustration. “I can’t give you anymore of my vampire power. Is there anything else you would except? What if I promised to bring the werewolf to you. Certainly you can take all of his powers? Or enslave him? It might be useful for you to have a werewolf minion. And once I’ve taken back my bride, I’ll bring her to you and you can take all of her powers. She won’t need them when she’s with me.”

“As tempting as your offer is. I don’t trust you to be able to do anything you plan to do. But.., I may require werewolf strength to accomplish what I need. If I accomplish my task, you’ll get the benefit of having your werewolf rival out of your hair. And of course, out of the life of the woman you desire.” Zelena thought it over a moment. “Let’s set a trap for the two you want power over. Then maybe we both can have our desires fulfilled.”

Unbeknownst to Zelena and Neal, Emma and Kiillian could hear every word of their diabolical plan. As they listened, they made plans of their own.

Zelena told Neal about a pirate who was in her employ. The man had gotten on the wrong side of a sorcerer and was in need of her help.”

“He’ll be of use to take down that werewolf.” Zelena explained. “He has tremendous strength. He likes that part of his problem. But it has made him disfigured. He came to be in hope I can make him appear as his true self, but still keep the power that goes with his deformity.”

“He can do whatever he wants with the werewolf, but the vampire, Emma, is mine. No one touches her. The only thing you get to do to her is take her strength and speed away. Her eternal beauty and immortality are off limits.”

“Yes, yes.” Zelena waved her hand in dismissal. “Your preferred lover will keep what you like most about her. Just get them to the black steel castle on the edge of the cliffs by Poppy Lane. My associate and I will take care of the rest.”

Neal nodded and left the shop, eager to get his business settled.

He was in such a hurry that he never noticed the two figures standing nearby in the shadows.

Killian was about to go after Neal until Emma stopped him. She directed his attention to Zelena, who had a wicked smirk on her face.

“What a fool. I’m going to enjoy taking the rest of his powers, and draining the beauty from his precious vampire while he watches.”

After watching the witch for a little while longer and seeing nothing, Emma and Killian left the alley and made their way to a nearby park. 

Through their mobile communication device, Emma and Killian updated Nemo on the case and its latest findings.

“It doesn’t surprise me that Zelena is looking for a way to reverse her curse. The jealousy she had caused her skin to become as green as the envy that possessed her heart. And from what I know about sorcery, it will stay that way until she mends her ways.”

“So her magic can’t reverse the effects of curses?” Killian asked.

“Few have the power to use magic to reverse a curse. While any curse can be lifted, it is normally through an action, because the spell has to be tied to a behavior or feeling. 

Magic powerful enough to lift a curse would have to be wielded by a massive and highly disciplined coven, or by an elder who has spent centuries studying the craft.”

“It sounds like Zelena’s quest was always bound to end badly.” Emma said. “She can’t help herself, or the pirate that’s under some kind of curse. He’s been helping her so that he can get whatever's wrong with him reversed. He’s not going to be happy when he finds out he’s been helping her all this time, for nothing.”

“She might prefer us catching her. We’ll treat her better, make her punishment less painful than that pirate will when he finds out she deceived him. Pirates are not exactly known for their compassion, understanding, and forgiveness.” Killian said.

“Any witch who practices forbidden magic is automatically stripped of their powers.” Nemo recited. “The counsel of magic wielders and the High Counsel that represents all supernatural beings have made that law. As for the cursed pirate, we have to find out who he is first. If he is know to have taken a life, or several, then he will have to be disposed of. At the very least, he will be imprisoned, just like Zelena. However, if they refuse to surrender peacefully and/or try to take your lives, you are well within your rights to take theirs.”

“I still get to dispose of Neal, regardless of what his behavior when we confront him will be, correct?” 

“Yes, Killian.” Nemo rolled his eyes. “Once you are done using Neal to track the maker of the forbidden potions, you may deal with him in any way you wish.”

“We could deal with him after we capture Zelena and the pirate she’s working with?” Emma suggested. “Once we have the witch and the pirate apprehended, we can put our entire focus onto disposing of Neal.”

“Love, I often struggle with what’s sexier about you; your mind, or your body.” Killian breathed every word gazing at Emma adoringly.

Nemo cleared his throat. “I believe the two of you have responsibilities to the law you are supposed to be taking care of at the moment. All recreational activities must wait until you have completed your assignment. Preferably when you are out of the earshot of your boss.”

After assuring Nemo that they would refocus on the job, they said goodbye and hung up.

Already knowing the location for the would-be trap, Emma and Killian made their way to the place, with the plan to take the criminals by surprise.

“I wonder how Neal thought he was going to lure us to this castle?” Emma wondered out loud.

“Most likely with something idiotic.” Killian shook his head. “I’m willing to bet he’s heading toward our home now, probably with the plan to wait for us until we return, then annoy us into chasing him at the castle.”

Emma laughed. “Or maybe he’s planning on stealing something from our front stoop, then leaving a note saying we can have the item back if we meet him at the castle.” An idea entered her mind, “I’ll send him a message that I wish to speak with him and ask him to meet me at the council house, tomorrow. Since it has union registries and bonding ceremony licenses there, it won’t occur to him that there are rooms in the underground where supernatural beings are executed.”

“That will certainly save us time and energy we would use to track him down.” Killian nodded.

Surprise was on their side, as well as speed and stealth. Vampires were naturally quiet. Werewolves could move in silence when they wanted to. Besides their supernatural abilities, they also had other skills that aided them in investigations.

Like lock picking.

When they reached the castle, they stood on the outside, listening for which room the witch and her cohort might be residing in at that moment.

Once they located the room, they searched for a way inside. That was when their lock picking skills came in handy.

Luck was on their side when the door they found opened without a squeak.

They quickly moved through the halls in total darkness easily, thanks to their supernatural sight.

Locating the room they wanted again, they stopped for a moment for Killian to shift into his wolf form, in case the man they heard with Zelena was either a beast or a cyborg with superhuman strength.

Together, they kicked the door in, splintering it into pieces and taking the occupants of the room off guard.

“Zelena of the West, by order of the supernatural council, you are under arrest for dealing in forbidden magic.” Emma shouted.

“Don’t just stand there!” Zelena shouted at the other being in the room. “They’ll arrest you too unless we kill them.”

Killian found himself face to face with a large boar. The creature’s height while standing was just short of Killlian’s snout when in werewolf form. Short black wiry fur covered its entire form, except for long curly hair trailing from the top of his head and going down its back, and black curly hair framing and hanging from its snout and chin. Large tusks stained nearly brown protrude from its mouth.

The beast charged toward Killian with its head lowered. Obviously with the intent to gore him. But Killian’s beast form was faster, and stronger. A simple leap over the pig, swiping its flesh with his razor sharp talons over his face and down his back as he went, incapacitated it enough for Killian to have the upper hand in battle. The pig swung around, its hard hoof raised toward Killian’s face. But once again, Killian saw it coming and with a quick swipe of his paw, soon had the creature squealing in pain.

While Killian dealt with the creature, Emma focused on Zelena. The witch tried to throw several fireballs at Emma, but the vampire easily dodged them. Zelena screamed in frustration as she continually missed her target. Her furry increased when she realized she was setting fire to her potions and spellbooks.

All of her hard work and research was destroyed. And it was her own doing.

When she ran to her research, hoping to salvage something, she was distracted enough for Emma to pounce and place cuffs on her, binding her powers and making it possible to get her to the council, to face punishment.

Killian had to knock the pig unconscious before he was able to get cuffs on him.

“Whoever this boar is, he’s a fighter.” Killian commented. “Even severely injured, he wouldn’t stop fighting me.”

“If I had to hazard a guess,” Emma said, “I’d say that’s Blackbeard. We had two pirates as suspects, and one of them was a cyborg. Since we know silver is a cyborg and that pig is not, then he must be Blackbeard.”

“I’ve always said you were a clever lass.” Killian, who had shifted back to his human form, smiled with pride at her.

Emma and Killian transported their captives to The Dungeons, which were magical holding cells for supernatural beings. They would be kept there until they could be seen by the wesen council, and given their sentences.

Emma then sent a message to Neal, requesting to meet him at the Council house the next day.

The following day, they were brought before the high council. Since the crime was committed by multiple types of supernatural creatures, it had to be the council that oversaw all that had to decide their fate.

A truth spell placed on the seats ensured that the accused made a full and honest confession.

The pirate admitted that he was in fact known as Blackbeard. He also explained that he was cursed to transform into a large pig every night.

“Turns out old Flint was a sorcerer. It’s what made him so good at being a pirate. No other could catch him thanks to his magic making his ship faster than all others. And his ability to make it invisible when need be. He placed this curse on me when he caught my men and I trying to steal from him. That witch promised she could break the curse. But it turns out, she’s not as skilled as she believes.”

“You ungrateful bastard!” Zelena screamed. “After everything I’ve done for you! You would be rolling in mud and muck if it wasn’t for me.”

“I would be sailing the sea’s if it weren’t for you!” Blackbeard yelled back. “You promised to make me richer and more powerful than my wildest dreams.”

“You promised to steal the boots and cloak that allowed Flint to travel anywhere and make himself invisible. It was how he was able to know the plans of the royal ships carrying high valued items. Because you failed to get me what I required, and got yourself cursed in the process, I’ve been stuck searching through the homes of inferior beings, looking for items to aid in my vengeance.”

“I wish I had never encountered you, you green bitch.”

“Likewise, you filthy, greedy, drunken pig!”

Considering that both beings had been committing heinous acts for years, been punished, yet had never learned their lesson, the council that it best to sentence both beings to death. A sentence that was carried out immediately.

It was relatively painless. A simple wave of crystal by a powerful sorcerer and the lifeforce of both beings were drained from them.

Neal had tried to get a hold of Zelena about the change of venue for the trap they had planned. When he had not heard back from her, he just assumed she was busy doing witchy things, or was too stuck up and full of herself to bother to reply.

He had no concern about anything. He was under the full belief that Emma had finally come to her senses and was willing to return to him and forget all about her werewolf.

He still planned on taking Emma’s powers away. As well as get rid of Killian. He wouldn’t want to risk Emma changing her mind, again.

Entering the room where Emma had requested they meet, Neal stopped short when instead of seeing Emma, he saw her boss, and her werewolf lover.

“What’s going on, here!” Neal demanded. “Where’s Emma?” 

“You are a great fool.” Nemo said with a pitying look. “Time and again you have been warned to stay away. That you do not have a claim on Emma. I’m afraid now, you have reached beyond the amount of patience that is expected.”

Neal didn’t understand what the water demon was talking about, until he realized that Killian was shifting into his wolf beast form.

“The council has made it clear.” Nemo spoke as if giving a declaration. “When one supernatural being has gone past the expected limits of tolerance and patience, that being may be put down by the one who it has offended most. The council has also stated that if any being is a threat to a beast being’s mate, the beast being may do as they like with the offending creature.”

Neal realized with terrifying clarity that Killian was now allowed to kill him.

And by the menacing look in his eyes, the wolf creature was going to make it as painful as possible.

Neal tried to flee. But it was no use. The understanding of what was about to happen came too late. Killian was too close. Too fast. Too strong.

And the rage he felt toward Neal only made Killian more powerful.

Teeth and claws were all Neal could see. The knowledge that his end would only come after a great length of tremendous pain crossed his mind.

With one paw, Killian dug his claws deep into Neal’s head, holding it in place as he tore away flesh and bone.

First his arms, and then his legs were ripped from his body. Blood spurted everywhere, painting the area in crimson.

Neal was forced to watch in horror as the werewolf’s large clawed foot came up and kicked into his middle. He was split open so deep that his organs tumbled out of his body. The clawed foot swiped down, once again ripping away every inch of sensitive flesh, including the organ that had only just grown back.

Thumbs went into the eye sockets, rupturing the soft orbs within. 

His scream of anguish was soon muffled when a large talon entered his mouth. His tongue was torn away, leaving behind a gaping socket that quickly filled with crimson liquid.

Gurgling, choking on his own blood, Neal could no longer attempt to beg for his life. And though he couldn’t see what the wolf was doing, he could feel every swipe and drag of razor sharp claws. His bottom jaw was torn from his skull. Finally, what was left of his head was severed from his spine.

His task completed, Killian shifted back to his human form.

Nemo brought for waves of water to wash the bloody remnants down the provided drain, and wash blood and tissue off of Killian.

“That’s one problem gone from yours and Emma’s lives.” Nemo said. “It must be a relief to you both.”

Killian nodded. “He’s no longer a threat to Emma. Her being safe and happy is all I’ve ever cared about.”

“Now you have that certainty that she will be.” Nemo padded Killian on the back. “The two of you have done well. You can have the week off. That should give you enough time to get the celebration out of your system.”

Killian grinned. “There is no getting Emma out of my system. But I thank you for the time off anyway.”

Emma had chosen to return home once she had escorted Zelena and Blackbeard to the council. Any and all feelings she had toward Neal were in the past and she felt content in just knowing Killian would deal with him.

Emma wanted to focus on how she and Killian would be spending their night. And she wanted to reward Killian for always being so good to her.

When Killian entered their home, Emma called to him that she was waiting for him in their bedroom.

Wearing a white garment so sheer he could see every line and curve of her sensuous body, Killian was certain she was an ethereal being, and that he had somehow entered Heaven.

“Nemo said we had the week off.” He said as he approached. “I intend to spend every second of it with you in this bed.”

“It’s a good thing I thought to stock up our pantry while you were handling things. I wouldn’t want us to have to leave our home for anything.”

“Such a clever lass.” Killian growled as he pounced on Emma, elongating his claws to tear the garment away. Too eager to get at her body to bother with pulling it off of her.

Turned on further by Killian’s aggression, Emma wrapped her arms and legs around him, and met his lips in a savage kiss.

Their last coherent thought before succumbing to passion was that they were going to enjoy their week off.

[chessuga]

Good Witch Zelena AU where she was raised by her stepmother instead of her stepfather! She still has her anger issues and envy but is learning to cope in a healthy way! Don’t be fooled though, she’s definitely still got some darkness in her..

[eirian-houpe]

Dies Irae - Chapter 1

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Grumpy | Leroy, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Grace | Paige (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: AU, Angst, Violence, archeology, psychic questing, Religion, spirituality, Magic, Supernatural - Freeform, Romance, Smut Summary:

A strange man confronts Doctor Belle French after one of her lectures, and claims to need her help. He also claims to know that she is troubled, and can offer her protection. When events transpire that lead Belle to take up that offer, a desperate search begins to find a series of ancient artifacts, and Belle and her friends - both old and new - face increasing danger as they try to secure the artifacts for the powers of good before they can fall into very wrong hands, and possibly threaten every living thing in Storybrooke and beyond!

Chapter One: Ēvincere

Etymology of the English word evince (v.) c. 1600, "disprove, confute," from French évincer "disprove, confute," from Latin evincere "conquer, overcome subdue, vanquish, prevail over; elicit by argument, prove," from assimilated form of ex "out" (see ex-) + vincere "to overcome" (from nasalized form of PIE root *weik- (3) "to fight, conquer"). Meaning "show clearly" is late 18c. Not clearly distinguished from its doublet, evict, until 18c. Related: Evinced; evinces; evincing; evincible.

"And I cannot stress hard enough…”

He didn’t move.  While all around him in the lecture hall, those gathered in unspoken conspiracy seemed to squirm and shift uncomfortably in their places on the long, hard wooden benches, he remained immobile.

“…that if you are coming into archeology with dreams of… fame and fortune; of glory even, then you have been sadly misinformed.”

He sighed - perhaps the first sign of life since he entered the hall - and moved his hands with slow, measured precision, to turn to collar of his black, woolen trench coat up as if to defend against a unwelcome draft. He’d heard this before, several times, and as she continued, almost syllable for syllable, matched her litany.

“Treasure comes in many forms,” he muttered as she spoke, “and it isn’t always - is rarely as a matter of fact - gold or precious artifacts.” He recitation was lifeless and without the passionate inflection with which she spoke.

“But is something more precious still…” She gave a pause then, and in his line of sight, the watcher could separate those that had been caught in her spell, and those that were merely along for the ride. The former leaned, slightly, toward the front of the lecture hall, where the diminutive Doctor Belle French held court, and finished with all the mysteriousness it seemed that she could muster, “Knowledge.”

If she might have continued, he would never know, as the bell signaling the end of the alloted time sounded, and the ever impatient students began stuffing backpacks and tote bags with notebooks and textbooks; wooden boxes full of sharpened pencils and depleted ink pens, and hurried to rise and leave.

Still, he sat immobile, one booted foot up on the desk-like shelf in front of him, the other splayed slight to the side, toward the aisle.  Others along his row shifted impatiently; pointedly waiting for him to take his foot down at least, so they could sidle, inconvenienced, past this apparent miscreant. He didn’t move. He didn’t even respond to the irritated murmuring; never once took his eyes off French as she too began packing away the lecture notes into folders, then the folders into piles on a table already replete with books and other papers.

“Are you gonna move y’foot, mate?”

Apparently, the patience of the nearby attendees had worn thin, or at least their courage had thickened, one or the other.

“Go around,” he said, his voice low and full of gravel, as well as gravitas. It was all he said, and neither did he make any attempt to remove his foot from blocking the way. 

After another moment of immobility, and with the press of other students behind him, the one that had spoken tried again, more threatening this time as he grumbled, “I said move yer foot.”

With the grace of a highly trained dancer, and turning as he did indeed move his foot to stand, he turned to face the student, towering over the younger man as he said quietly, and with patience that somehow held a deadly quality, “And I said, go. Around.”

The student opened his mouth to make a third protest, but as he shifted slightly, something seemed to change the younger man’s mind and, muttering something not quite audible, but he was certain was unlikely to be very complementary, did indeed turn, and pushing the other students ahead of him, moved and exited the row from the other side.

The students were already forgotten though, and he turned his attention back to Doctor French. She was slowly clearing the table in front of the podium of all the books and papers littered there, packing them away in her already overstuffed messenger bag, paying absolutely no heed to the room around her, nor - he guessed - the energies in it. 

When he felt the moment was right, just as the light descended enough to case a beam across the lecture hall and illuminate the dust that had yet to settle, he spoke.

“It isn’t true, you know?” he said. Though his voice was still soft he pitched it so that the acoustics of the hall carried it clearly to the professor. She started slightly, then looked up at him, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the light that concealed him.

“I beg your pardon?” she shot back, her voice terse, a challenge.

“Granted,” he said, and began to slowly descend the steps that flanked the tiers of seats.

“No, that’s not—” she began, slightly flustered, before annoyance got the better of her and she demanded, “I’m sorry - who are you?”

Once he reached the floor, he strode across to her, his trench coat almost billowing, cloak-like behind him, and once close enough held out a hand in her direction.

“My name is Jefferson,” he told her, “And I need your help to do something that I can’t.”

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Belle blinked, then with a slight scoff, and ignoring his still outstretched hand said, “Well you have a very strange way of showing it!” Then she returned to packing her bag.

“In return,” he continued, apparently unmoved by her response, “I may be able to assist you.”

“I don’t need your help,” she snapped. The tone in his voice made the small hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. Had he been watching her?

“There are powers in this world, Doctor French, who have no regard for the living, nor respect for the dead. I suspect you know the type, if not the very ones of whom I speak.”

She looked up at that, fixing her eyes first on his face, undeniably handsome, but clearly more than a little haunted behind the seriousness of his expression, and then traveling the length of the sombre-clad figure that stood before her, seeming to know more about her than a stranger should.

She couldn’t help but notice the small pin that graced his otherwise unadorned lapel: an equal armed, red cross, their width narrower at the center than they were at the ends, set against a white background that was stark against the black of his coat.

“Now you listen, Mister Je—.”

“Just Jefferson,” he corrected.

“I don’t know who you are, or where you came from,” she tried for indignation, but even to her own ears, the tone spoke more of fear, “or even why you’re here, but—”

“I told you,” he said, his voice soft, “I need your help.”

She frowned, and couldn’t muster an answer, just stood and shook her head.

He raised his long forgotten, outstretched hand to her again, and as if by magic, though she was certain it was slight of hand, he produced a velum business card and held it out to her, clasped between his index and middle finger.

“There’s a man, his name is Mister Gold,” he said. “If you have cause to change your mind, all you have to do is go to him. It’s very important you tell him what’s been going on. He can protect you, but you must tell him exactly what’s been happening. He’ll know what to do.”

He nodded then, just once, to the business card he still held, and hesitantly, she reached for it, and glancing down at it, saw the words that graced the center of the otherwise unadorned card.

“Gold - Antiquarian,” it said, and then in relief around the edges, words that she had to turn the card one way and then the other in order to read. Latin words.

Non nobis Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam.

When she looked up, Jefferson was already gone.

[sentenceme-leni]

Wednesday. Minimum 3 sentences.

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Zelena's eyes bugged out in shock, and a furious sneer twisted her lips when her magic remained useless against Rumpelstiltskin's protections. "This is impossible," she hissed, glaring at Belle.

Incredulity gave way to anger. "You are insane," Belle snapped, stepping away from the redhead. Her hand came up to rub at her chest, trying to soothe away the awful sensation of a witch's darkness rooting around for her heart. "Did you actually believe I would cast my own protections?"

Belle had thought to be catering to her husband's paranoia when she told that little lie. Zelena was a newcomer into a very tangled community, and her first attempts to contact her sister had been frankly a pain in the ass.

However, Belle knew of lonely souls who were inept at making meaningful connections with people they loved without the other person making the first (and second, and often third) step. Belle even knew that attachment to power often hid a yearning for warmth and friendship.

She had been honest in her attempts to befriend Zelena, and Rumple's warnings has fallen on deaf ears.

Oh, she had compromised in not telling the true extent of the protections around her, but only because the Dark One had too many enemies to make the truth common knowledge.

Every spell could be twisted and broken, after all. No need to give every upstart sorcerer a hint on how to harm the Dark One's wife.

Zelena's power would have broken through the strongest defenses Belle was able to cast.

This two-faced woman would have stolen her heart and used her to hurt her husband. She might even tried to take the Dark One's dagger.

"I would have helped you, you know," she told Zelena, still feeling silly but never sorry for trying to see something good in people who gave themselves to their darker side. "I don't need you to be perfect. Just to try to be better."

Zelena scoffed. "I'm already the best, and I'll prove it!" Her right hand twisted to summon power. "Let's see what Rumpelstiltskin thinks after I deliver your body."

True Love wouldn't be defeated by a witch in a snit.

However, Belle wasn't in the mood to witness another selfish tantrum. Zelena wanted to match her strength against the Dark One's? Well, then.

She rubbed her wedding ring three times and whispered her husband's name.

Then she smiled at Zelena's face when Rumple's anger broke through whatever protection had been cast around the farmhouse.

"Uh-oh," she said happily as Zelena paled. "I believe that's my husband come to pick me up."

The End

24/04/24

[rebelbyrdie]

The Evil Twin Effect

Lacey is back and Zelena is in for a shock. Do they have a ship name? WickedLace?

Here is some silliness.

Regina had two babies, a pile of paperwork the size of a dwarf and a screaming headache. How had she double-booked herself for babysitting both Neal and Robyn was beyond her.

What did everyone have that kept them so busy on a Tuesday afternoon?

She looked over at the children. They were playing together with the same toys that Henry had when he'd been their age. They were both just shy of two years old and adorable. They didn't know or care about curses, fueds, family trees or anything that wasn't related to juiceboxes, or the Mickey Mouse cartoons.

"Madam Mayor."

Her unflappable assistant (and former spymaster) Aggie's voice came from the small intercom on her desk phone. She sounded very stressed.

"Sheriff Swan is here and she brought-"

Aggie paused.

"-guests. I'm going to block off the rest of your day."

She sighed.

"Possibly the rest of the week."

Well that certainly didn't bode well for her headache. Her office door opened and Emma popped her head inside.

"Hey-"

The way she dragged out the word betrayed Emma's anxiety.

"So remember how Belle said she found some old magical books at the library?"

Emma pushed the door open and came inside.

"There has been an incident and since Gold is not really doing the magic thing anymore-"

Regina raised her brow.

"Emma what is going-"

"Oh for goodness sake!"

Belle pushed by Emma and entered the office. Whatever she was about to say died on her tongue when she saw the two babies.

"Oh no.”

She tuned to look over her shoulder.

A second Belle walked through the door.

Regina knew who she was looking at immediately.

“Hello Lacey.”

Belle’s cursed persona had only been enacted for a short time, but she’d left an impression.

Belle wore a conservitivly cut blouse, a knee length skirt, tights and heels. Her wardrobe was very Mary Margaret but couture.

Lacey, on the other hand, was anything but conservative. Her dress was short, clingy, and stop-light red. She had on dark thigh-high boots with heels higher than Regina's own. Her hair was tousled and her makeup dark.

Sharp crystal blue eyes met her own.

“Hello Madam Mayor.”

Those eyes were cold, calculating, and clever.

“Or is it Your Majesty?”

Belle hovered anxiously between her doppelganger and the children.

Emma stood by the door, leaned against the wall. No help at all.

Lacey came closer, like a shark gliding through the water. Lacey was as intelligent as Belle, but lacked her gentle nature. She was all angles, arrogance, and ambition.

Regina regarded her.

“This is interesting.”

She was almost certain that she'd seen this on an episode of Star Trek. Next Generation or Voyager? Both? She couldn't quite recall.

There were splitting spells too, But Regina doubted it was that simple. Belle and Lacey weren’t strictly good and evil pieces of a whole. They were each a full blown individual person with memories and opinions.

“Make her go away!”

Belle Was borderline hysterical.

“Make her stop whining.”

Lacey sat on the edge of Regina's desk and crossed one leg over the other. Closer to her than anyone else in the room. She clearly expected Regina to be on “her side” of whatever this was.

Regina's headache was getting worse by the second.

Neal, the cutest of the Charming brood, toddled over to Emma and demanded her attention.

Robyn, however, was fascinated by Belle and Lacey.

Regina wasn’t sure if the little witch could sense the magic or was just fascinated by seeing two Belles instead of one.

“And where is Rumple?”

Even if he wasn’t going to help magically, Belle was his wife.

“I don’t-”

Belle pinched her nose between two fingers.

“-He doesn't need to know about her.”

“A little trouble-”

Lacey chuckled darkly.

“-in paradise already? Do you think he’s bored of the good little book worm act?”

Belle’s face went red and she sputtered, but she did not reply.

Regina could not handle this alone.

She twisted her wrist. A small gold bracelet with two cards, a Ruby apple and an emerald apple, was warm against her skin.

She tapped the small emerald with a single finger.

“Can you come to my office now.”

A moment later there was a curl of green smoke.

Zelena, half-dressed and fully panicked, appeared.

“Regina? Robyn?”

She was wearing a very short silk robe and her hair was dripping wet. Regina had called her out of the bath.

In hindsight, she should have texted instead of using their communication bracelet.

“What in Ozma’s name is going on here?”

Since she saw that Robyn was okay, Zelena’s mood snapped from panic to anger in an instant.

It took only a moment for Zelena to see.

“There’s two of them now!”

Zelena huffed and picked up her daughter. She kissed Robyn on the cheek then rolled her eyes.

“Keep whatever sexual shenanigans the imp and his bookworm are in to away from me.”

“And who”

Lacey’s voice was a low purr. Her eyes traveled up Zelena’s form. Starting at her polished toes, lingering on her hips and breast's, until finally meeting her eyes.

“-are you?”

Lacey slid off her desk. Her bootheels clicked on the marble floor. The boots boosted her height so she was almost eye-to-eye with Zelena.

“Even cursed I would remember you. I mean how could anyone forget?”

Regina had never seen her sister at a loss for words. Well, except when she'd taken her voice.

“I-”

Zelena's cheeks were suddenly flushed. Her eyes were wide and she stood stock-still. She was like a deer in headlights.

Lacey came closer and ran a single finger along the flowers embroidered on Zelena's robe.

“I'm Lacey French.”

She reached put a single finger to Robyn. The little girl took it with a grin.

“and I assure you that I want nothing to do with that imp or my stuck up sister.”

A smile, so much like her daughter's, spread across Zelena's face.

“You can call me Zelena. This is my daughter Robyn, and-"

Her voice dropped a little.

"Don't get me started on sisters.”

Zelena spared her a glance and a smirk.

“Can't live with them. Can't successfully erase them from history.”

Lacey threw her head back and laughed. It was party and whole-bodied. Nothing like Belle’s little snickers and giggles.

“Why don't I buy you a glass of wine and a juicebox and we can chat all about it?”

Zelena flicked Her wrist and instantly changed into a black dress. Even Royn’s clothes changed to match.

“You have magic?”

Lacey cocked a brow.

"Beauty, power and a built in mini-me? And they say there is no such thing as a perfect woman.”

Belle and Regina watched their sisters leave together silently.

Emma summed up the spectacle perfectly.

“What the fuck!”

“Fuck!”

Her brother screamed the obscenity.

Belle dropped onto the couch.

“What he said. God I need a drink.”

Regina just rested her head in her hands, at a loss.

She looked up at Emma and inwardly sighed. At least one of the Mills sisters had a shot at getting the girl.

[rems-writing]

Alternative Remedies

Pairing: fwb idol!San × witch gn!reader

Summary: One fuck up after another and the youngest Mills child is officially fed up. Good thing San is in town. And he has certain ways to make his lover relax

Warning(s): Cursing, yelling, a teeny bit of violence, mentions of stress, cockwarming, size kink, homeboy is playing with your ass a lot lol

Genre: Angst with a supposed fluffy ending and definitely smut

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

Thank you to @bunnliix for giving me the drabble title

Done.

That's what you were.

Just utterly fucking done.

You were just supposed to relax and help Mr. Gold and Belle take care of baby Gideon but nope! You had to go on a small quest with Snow White and David Charming. Emma and Hook were taking care of baby Neal and you couldn't use Henry as an excuse to opt out of this quest since the young boy was with Zelena. She wanted to bond with him a bit more and Regina volunteered to take care of baby Robin. So now here you were.

Sitting in the back of a cop car

With the Seven Dwarves

And they were yapping about such damn nonsense. You forgot your earbuds at home so you couldn't ignore their endless bickering about whatever the fuck they were on about. When it was time to catch the bad guy, you teleported out of the car and in between Emma's parents.

The quest was easy. You took out the bad guys with ease. So why were you so fed up? Simple.

Dopey swung his pickaxe and tried to hit the bad guy but they dodged at the last second and the tip of the axe slashed your arm. What was worse was that it was laced with magic.

Light magic.

And you dealt with dark magic for the main part.

When you screamed, or screeched in pain, random bursts of spells were expelled from your palms and everyone was blown backwards.

Which leads us to now.

You were yelling at Dopey for being stupid and not paying attention to where the axe was thrown and Grumpy stood up for him. Poorly may I add.

Snow and David swore they say smoke come out of your ears as you cussed out Grumpy. The angry dwarf remained stoic but the couple could tell he was afraid for his life.

"SCREW THIS! SCREW ALL OF YOU! FUCK THIS SHIT! I'M DONE!"

You threw Dopey's pickaxe to the side and teleported out of the forest in a puff of smoke. You were now in your apartment, sighing to yourself as you laid on the bed. Then, a notification appeared on your phone and you were about to tell whoever texted you to fuck off when a look of pleasant surprise appeared on your face.

San: Hey, baby

San: I'm in town

San: Well, technically I'm in New York lol anyways

San: My group finished the first concert for our American tour and I told them that I was gonna stay behind since they wanted to go out. Told them I wasn't feeling too well.

San: Wanna come over? We don't have to fuck. I just want you close to me.

You didn't think twice about responding back. Choi San was definitely someone that could help you with your stress. It's even better since he knows you're a witch so you didn't feel the need to cover up your words if you were going to rant to him plus you can poof in front of him anytime you'd like

You: Sure. I'll be there in a bit. Lemme get ready.

San: I'm in the same hotel as last time. I'll be waiting, kitten.

And that's how you ended up in his room, straddling him and kissing him fiercely. He matched your ferocity and grabbed your ass a lot. He squeezed your hips and played with both of your cheeks for a bit before pulling away.

"Bad day today?"

"Oh you don't know the half of it, Sannie."

As you ranted about your day, he mindlessly played with the hem of your jacket and listened to your words tentatively. He cradled your face and kissed your forehead softly.

"I know you put a spell on this jacket so your memory doesn't get fucked up since you're outside of Storybrooke. But may I remove it for now? I want to feel you." He asked gently. "I thought you didn't want to have sex." You were confused. "I don't but still. I need you with me. Do you catch my drift?" He clarified and it dawned on you. "Yeah you can remove it for now. I need you as well." He smiled at your confirmation before slowly shrugging off your jacket and setting it on the nightstand. You took off your leggings and San brought you into a deep kiss before licking his fingers and plunging them into your hole. While he was doing that, you took off your shirt and so did he.

You forgot how wide he was and you almost came on the spot.

As you were admiring his strong build, he sunk you down onto his equally thick cock and you moaned loudly. He chuckled smoothly and leaned in to nip, kiss, and lick at your neck. He missed marking you up. You tried your best not to squirm around since you were just cockwarming him, but with the way he was smacking and grabbing your ass, you couldn't help but wiggle in his strong hold. He pressed you against his semi naked form and just held you. He may have been shirtless, but his sweats and boxers were just pulled down to the middle of his thighs.

You mindlessly ran your hands over his broad shoulders and gawked at his firm chest, tiny waist, sculpted abs, pretty collarbone, muscular arms, and his face.

Oh his face was to die for.

Sharp jawline, sharper eyes, a pretty nose, pretty lips, high cheekbones, and

Was that an eyebrow slit?

"Nice brow slit." You commented randomly and he smiled. You found it endearing when his smile made his eyes crinkle and almost close up. "Thank you. I wanted to try something new." He explained. "Well you look nice."

For the rest of the time, you were just sitting on his cock, moving every now and then to keep him firm so he doesn't go limp and slip out. You definitely needed this. You felt all your stress wash away and you sighed in content as you looked down at the man that was holding you down onto his cock.

Choi San will be the death of you.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabble: 3x15 Quiet Minds

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 674

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Emma asked as she stepped out of Baelfire’s hospital room and rejoined her parents and Hook.

Killian saw the hints of agitation on her face and wondered just what had transpired between her and Bae after he’d asked for a moment of privacy with her.

Nothing pleasant, that was for sure.

The selfish part of him felt a kind of sick satisfaction at the fact, but his better nature–blessedly the part that was firmly in control at the moment–felt only concern for her, and even some manner of concern for Bae.

“Is everything alright, Swan?” he asked gently.

She looked at him, and for the briefest of seconds, she let him see her agitation and discomfort before firmly shutting it down.  “It’s fine,” she bit out, “but time’s wasting.  We need to find Gold. Now.  So again, what’s the plan?”

Killian wanted to argue, knowing everything clearly wasn’t alright, but he knew Swan well enough by now to realize any further insistence would be met with intractable denial.

“Well, your mom and I figured the best place to start the search would be the woods,” David said.  “No real reason to think he’s there, but we know he didn’t go to his shop or his house, and the last place we know he was was in Zelena’s cellar, so…” He shrugged.

“Great,” Emma said.  “Dad, you and I will head there.  Mom?”

Snow White sighed.  “I know,” she said. “I’ll be no help on the search in my very pregnant state.  I guess I’ll…stay with Belle and watch over the homefront.  I can still wield my bow and arrow.”

“Sounds good, and Hook?” She said turning to him.

“I’ll accompany you,” he said, his look encompassing both Swan and the prince.  “After all, we can’t be too careful with the witch about.”

Snow and David shared a look.  “Actually, Hook,” David said, “we were thinking it might be better if you stayed here.”

He protested vehemently at the suggestion, but Swan stopped him with a gentle hand to his arm.  “He’s right,” she said. “We need someone here with Neal.”

“You think he needs protection?”

She snorted.  “Well that, and there’s also the fact that he needs someone to stop him in case he does something stupid. Not like that’s unusual for him.”

“Emma!” her mother chided.

“I just mean something like leaving the hospital against medical advice,” she said. “You know, trying to come after his dad himself.”

“Aye,” Killian agreed, as a new possibility occurred to him, “not to mention the fact that we don’t know how much we can trust him.”

Snow White gave him a look that was so reminiscent of his own mother rebuking him when he was a small lad that he nearly squirmed.

“Consider what little we know thus far,” he said. “I’ve no doubt Bae is sincere in his allegiance to the side of the heroes, but we’ve yet to learn what precisely he did to resurrect his father.  It is a safe bet that it was both exceedingly reckless and at least marginally unsavory.  It would not hurt to have someone about to protect him when the price he undoubtedly owes for such dark magic comes due.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Swan said after a moment.  “Let’s get to it, then.”

“Swan,”he called after her as she and her parents started toward the hospital entrance.  She turned back to look at him. “Be safe,” he answered, unable to stop the slight hint of concern for her welfare from his voice.

Her eyes softened, and she smiled slightly at him.  “Always am.”

With that, they were off, and Killian was left standing alone in the hospital corridor.  He took a step toward the cafeteria in search of that “jell-o” he’d been served.  It had been far too sweet for his taste and the texture was…unusual to say the least, but he gathered it had great medicinal properties and as such it would be as good an offering to Bae as anything.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[ao3feed-gelphie]

Another Christmas Work Party

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/h1eDCM6 by 1no_CTRL1 Elphaba is Glinda's boss and has been for 5 years. They are close, but always get a bit too friendly when they get drunk at work meals. Things get a bit too intense after dancing together at the after party and things happen in the bar's bathroom. This work is mainly based off the movies vibes and possibly some events at my own work party, it is 4am please forgive me for any spelling errors etc. Feel free to correct anything and leave a kudos :) Words: 2106, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, Wicked (Movie 2024) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Glinda the Good, Elphaba Thropp, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena, Boq (The Wicked Years), Fiyero Tigelaar, Nessarose Thropp Relationships: Glinda the Good/Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland Additional Tags: Workplace Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Drunken Kissing, Jealousy, Drunk Dancing, Christmas Dinner, Mutual Pining, Gelphie, compliments, Cute, jealous elphaba, Bathroom Kisses read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/h1eDCM6