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redux-iterum · 2 months

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-flight, -step, -fall, and -leap

SWANFLIGHT

Prerequisite Traits

Appearance: White fur, and large in stature.

Personality and/or Behavior: Graceful, aggressive, and loyal.

Additional Traits

Like their namesake, a cat that qualifies for Swanflight is massive. (Quite literally, although exceptions are sometimes made for Swan- cats with average sizes and large personalities.) With that size comes an aggressive nature, which manifests as either territoriality, suspicion of outsiders, or protectiveness of their kits. These cats are generally regarded as fearless in the face of arguments or combat, and they have a tendency to attack first, ask questions later. It takes considerable effort from their mentors to train this behavior out of them (or at the least, teach them how to rein it in). Cats with this name are usually the first to take the initiative on tasks, like volunteering for patrols. They also have a steadfast, unwavering devotion to their mates. While this isn’t unusual in a society that’s primarily monogamous, Swanflight cats are the most demonstrative of their relationship. A Swan- cat that qualifies for -flight tends to overlap with -claw and -flower. In ThunderClan especially, Swanflight can be interchangeable with -face, since combat prowess and large statures are the ideal beauty standard. Conversely, Swanflight is virtually nonexistent in ShadowClan, since white fur and tallness are rare in this territory. It’s nearly a guarantee that a ShadowClan cat with that name is either an outsider, or of mixed heritage.

MOUSESTEP

Prerequisite Traits

Appearance: Brown fur, and small in stature.

Personality and/or Behavior: Inquisitive, cautious, and easily startled.

Additional Traits

Mousestep cats have a curious nature that’s at odds with their flightiness. It has little to do with cowardice—rather, they possess an innate sense of danger, and excellent self-preservation instincts. Coupled with their above average speed and reflexes, they demonstrate an aptitude for scouting, and will sometimes qualify for -leg or -shade. They’re highly flexible cats, comfortable in a wide range of habitats which they can acclimate to with little hassle. Their dietary choices are often a reflection of their adaptability—they’re not, as a rule, picky eaters, and they have adventurous appetites. Although all of the Clans have a preference for nocturnal activity, a Mousestep cat epitomizes this. Their eyes are somewhat photosensitive, and they’re averse to bright lights. A high-pitched voice can sometimes be enough to override one of the other prerequisite -step traits, due to its heavy association with mice in folklore.

SHEEPSTEP

Prerequisite Traits

Appearance: [1] Pure white fur, [2] pitch-black fur, or [3] patched black-and-white fur.

Personality and/or Behavior: Polite, obedient, and quick to flee.

Additional Traits

Generally speaking, these cats are very in tune with their Clans, and have a great awareness of internal schisms. That perception, however, seldom translates to an ability to soothe them over. Sheepstep cats are actually conflict-avoidant, and their sensitivity to in-group tension makes them nervous. These cats are most at ease in groups that are stable or tightly-knit (like WindClan). They have a strong inclination to follow authority figures, particularly those that are stalwart or charismatic. It’s been said that when a leader is having a hard time choosing a deputy, a Sheepstep cat is consulted for their input, since they can reliably vet candidates. If a situation becomes extremely dangerous, these cats will typically be the first to either flee or call for a retreat. Although it’s not a requirement for this suffix, a Sheepstep cat is likely to have thick or dense fur that can handle being wet. Statistically, RiverClan is the most likely to produce a Sheepstep, for several reasons: of all the Clans, they tend to have the most white in their fur, with white patching being highly prevalent; their proximity to the pasture makes sheep a common sight, and thus a recurring prefix for kittens; and lastly, their waterproof double-coat is extremely similar to a sheep’s wool.

LIGHTNINGFALL

Prerequisite Traits

Appearance: [1] Pure white fur, or [2] yellow fur.

Personality and/or Behavior: Impulsive, intense, and fast.

Additional Traits

It’s a common stereotype that Lightningfall cats are dramatic, although it would be more accurate to say that they stand out in some manner. It’s their sudden tendency to go from unnoticed, to the center of attention, that is their hallmark. Like the abruptness of a lightning strike, which arrives without ceremony, and illuminates everything in its fleeting presence. Their actions are largely unpredictable, save to those who know how to read and recognize them. That being said, they’re not capricious or fickle cats, although to an observer it might seem that way. There’s a recurring misconception that Lightningfall cats qualify for -storm, even though they lack the characteristic turbulence and emotional mood swings. What defines them is their ability to command the undivided attention of a crowd, using a single action or a mere word, without any warning.

MINNOWLEAP

Prerequisite Traits

Appearance: Short and slender, with one of the following pelt colors: [1] light gray tabby, [2] silver tabby, or [3] light brown tabby.

Personality and/or Behavior: Cooperative, sociable, and intuitive.

Additional Traits

Their stature compliments their reflexes and speed (the latter of which is better suited to sprinting or short bursts, rather than endurance running). Much like a Starlingflight cat, a Minnowleap excels in synchronizing their movements with those of the cats around them, making them highly effective at teamwork. They also enjoy being immersed in busy or large crowds, and thrive on the liveliness that they so easily navigate. Minnowleap cats are nearly always part of their Clan’s Gathering party, since their presence helps reduce tension on waking nights. (And because they’re good at picking up on subtle cues, and accurately gauging the other Clans’ overall mood—be it amiable or aggressive.) They tend to have excellent recognition skills—whether olfactory or visual—which makes them useful diplomats and liaisons. (Or spies, once they’ve familiarized themselves with an enemy’s territory, and learn how to get around it undetected.) It’s best not to underestimate these cats, or be fooled by their size.

#submission #suffixes #flight #step #fall #leap #these are incredibly fun!#i love em #thank you for doing the work for me and doing it extremely well #silvokrent

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eirian-houpe · 4 months

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If You Will Be My Queen

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Grace | Paige (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: Holiday Fic Exchange, Rumbelle Secret Santa (Once Upon a Time), Solstice, Winter, Storybrooke, The Enchanted Forest, The Dark Castle (Once Upon a Time) Summary:

Belle decides that it is past time that Rumplestiltskin should decorate for Midwinter, and celebrate the seasons, now that they have Gideon to share it with, but an important item from the past is missing, and Belle will not rest until it is found. Not that it is truly missing. Rumplestiltskin knows where it is, but has locked it away, beyond all retrieval. Or has he…?

A Winter RSS gift for @chippedcupwrites - thank you for the prompts. It was fun to write this, even if some parts of it did take me by surprise :) (i.e. the characters took charge of the story. Of course that /never/ happens, right?).

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If You Will Be My Queen

The unmistakable sounds of a robbery in progress stopped Gold in his tracks, his hand frozen, outstretched, half way toward the door of the pawn shop with the key extended from his fingers.

The sign on the shop door read closed, and while he was by now quite used to the residents of Storybrooke completely ignoring the missive, this blatant disregard for his authority over his own property riled his temper beyond boiling. But for having promised Belle he would limit the use of his magic, he would have stopped the intruder’s heart from a distance without a second thought, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt them by physical means.

Enhanced, he thought to himself as a swirl of dark purple smoke surrounded him, and transported him the few inches to the other side of the door, by a small touch of magic.

Without a sound, he reached out with his right hand toward the umbrella stand that was the resting place of his cane. He no longer needed it, of course, and hadn’t for many years, but he kept it there, right by the door, as a kind of memento to a time long passed, when he was a man that made too many wrong choices.

He wasn’t that man any more.

As stealthily as he could, not wanting to alert the intruder of his presence, and in the back of his mind knowing that he should call Sheriff Swan, or her deputy - though he still couldn’t bring himself to think of the man that way - he crossed the shop floor toward the back room, still separated after all the years with the curtain that was hanging in the doorway. He wondered idly if that would ever change.

With one hand he reached out to finger the edge of the fabric, hefting the cane with the other, ready to strike out; to defend his property. His things. And then, he struck.

Springing forward like a deranged Jack-in-the-Box he crossed the threshold into the back room, where boxes were strewn hither and yon, and a small figure crouched over one of them, he raised the cane higher, ready to bring it down, halted only in the last breath by a shrill, alarmed cry.

“Rumple!”

“Belle,” he breathed and all but dropped the cane to the floor. “What the hell are you doing?”

The question came out as a breathless rush, an entire, horrible scenario flashing before his eyes.

“What am I doing,” she retorted, standing up and turning to face him, pointing at the grounded cane. “What are you? You could have caved my head in with that thing. What’s going on?”

“Where’s Gideon?” he asked at the same time.

“Oh no,” her voice barely withheld a bitter laugh, “You don’t sidestep the question like that. What were you thinking, Rumple?”

“What was I supposed to think? You said you were going to be home. With Gideon,” he added the last two words as a sentence all of their own. “I thought someone had broken in and was burglarizing me–”

“I was.” Belle interrupted, and Rumple blinked. If he wasn’t so shaken he might have made a joke about Belle burglarizing the shop, and possibly defused the storm he could feel brewing. As it was, he didn’t say anything, just waited. She obviously had more to say. “Then I thought about decorating for winter and–”

“No,” he said flatly, but Belle shook her head.

“So I went up in the loft to see if I could find the decorations, and–”

“No,” he said again, even more adamantly, feeling his already bubbling temper threatening to spill over again.

“--when I couldn’t find them, I figured they were probably here so–”

“Belle,” he snapped her name, “we are not decorating for winter.”

She blinked at him, her expression half way between shock and outrage, and that was fair he supposed. He hadn’t spoken to her like that since… well he couldn’t remember the last time. Maybe not since the dark castle. At least she wasn’t talking about winter decorations any more.

His stomach roiled when he thought about it; the cold, the abandonment, the hurt… the loss. Winter was nothing to be celebrated.

“Rumplestitskin,” she said softly, but when he looked at her he could see she had a fire in her eyes of the kind that he couldn’t often extinguish, even when, like now, he wanted to the most. “We are decorating for winter,” he opened his mouth to protest again, but closed it as if he were some kind of Dionaea Muscipula as she continued, “and we are inviting our friends to our home to help us celebrate.”

He spluttered, fuming and helpless with it. How dare she presume - because he knew she would have presumed to invite said friends already - to force the Midwinter Solstice upon him! In the face of his speechlessness, Belle smoothed down her skirt, cocked an eyebrow and completely unapologetically, demanded, “Now, you are going to help me unpack these boxes and find the winter decorations, or the chances are I’m going to end up inadvertently damaging your things, or touching something I’m not supposed to.”

“Like winter decorations,” he muttered, not truly intending for her to hear him, but of course she did.

“Rumple!” she warned, pointing an unyielding finger like some kind of magic wand at the stack of boxes that were piled like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

“Fine,” he protested, though it was far from it. “Have it your way. But we are not–”

“Rumple,” she growled softly, and took his hand to pull him closer to the offending shadows that threatened to pull him back into the past, and she took down a box to place it on the workbench, and deftly pulled it open to reveal the maelstrom of memories within.

“What on Earth is all this?” Belle asked, flummoxed as the Dark One placed the last of the boxes squarely into her unsuspecting arms.

“Trinkets,” he giggled impishly. “Baubles, sparklies… evergreens.” Her frown deepened, as he added, “and bedding… for the upstairs bedrooms.”

“Guests?” she blinked at him. “We’re expecting guests?”

“Of course we’re expecting guests,” he scoffed, and as if it explained everything, added, “It’s Midwinter. Keep up!”

“Mid–” she broke off as soon as she had started, because no sooner had he confirmed that guests were coming, than he turned and began to stride toward the exit of the great hall. She trotted after him, trying to obey his instruction to keep up, at least until she had her answers. “But Rumplestiltskin, you’ve never–”

He turned on her, and wagged a finger, almost playfully side to side in admonition. “Never, dearie, is a very long time. Far longer than you have in any case.” Then, sing song he continued, “I on the other hand–”

“Who?” she asked, her curiosity too extensive to contain.

“--don’t interrupt,” Rumplestiltskin answered, “Now where was I? Ah yes… I on the other hand–”

“Who are we expecting?” she interrupted again.

“How rude,” he sulked, and then conceded. “A friend.”

“A friend?” she repeated in a slightly questioning tone, managing to contain the rest of what she had been thinking. Did the Dark One truly have any real friends?”

“That’s what I said,” he answered irritably. “Do you have a problem with your HEARING?”

He leaned closer to almost shout the question into her ear, and she flinched, jumping almost several feet backwards, before, as he turned to continue his striding, this time toward the castle doors, she began to hurry to catch up to him.

“Rumplestiltskin,” she called after him. “Where are you going?”

As she reached his side, and struggled to match him stride for stride she caught him muttering to himself, and certainly not the answer to her question - simply a bunch of numbers - measurements she realized as she listened more closely, and allowed herself to be lulled by them until the incongruency slapped her squarely in the face as she heard the list of tasks that were now falling from his lips.

“Sweep the floors, lay the fires, as well as the one in the great hall, make the beds, draw the water, and of course prepare the food and beverages–”

“Where are you going?” she asked again, and once again he stopped in his tracks.

“To see a man about a tree,” he answered, then demanded, “Why are you still here?”

“You’re going to ask a man to fell you a tree for Midwinter?” she asked, incredulity in her voice. “Why don’t you just…” she imitated his usual flourish, and then snapped her fingers at the end.

Rumplestiltskin made a face as shocked as when her father had called him a beast all those many months - over a year at least - before.

“My dear Belle,” he began as the expression faded. “There are some taboos that even the Dark One himself will not break, and using magic to acquire a Winter Tree is one of them. Why the price! The price alone…” he broke off muttering to himself for a moment before he blinked at her as if noticing her for the first time. “Are you still here?”

“Well, you didn’t tell me who is coming; how many or… anything. I don’t have nearly enough ingredients to make Holiday dishes for anyone let alone–”

“You’ll find everything you need in the kitchen, dearie.” he answered, slipping into a thick brogue. “And be sure to include plenty of sweeties.”

“Sweeties,” she mouthed, asking herself - not for the first time since this whole exchange had started - whether Rumplestiltskin had finally lost his senses.

“And tea… and spiced wine… hot apple cider…” he began ticking off items on his fingers, “and roasted turkey… a juicy ham…”

“And a partridge in a pear tree,” she cut in.

Rumplestiltskin frowned.

“Well,” he considered, “I think we can do without the pears, but a partridge, if you’ve a mind, of course.”

Belle shook her head, and asked with heavy irony, “Anything else?”

“I don’t think so,” he answered in all seriousness, “Though when I get back with the tree, I’ll be needing you to help with the trimming of it, of course. Must always be balance in the trimming of the Yuletide Boughs, and you and I’ll be spinning silver for some time, I feel.”

He stopped then, and frowned, “Still here? Run along now, dearie. Work to do…”

She was about to open her mouth to answer him, when the world around her dissolved into purple smoke.

“Belle, you’ve enough baubles, and ribbons, and Yule candles to decorate the entire house three times over. Enough,” Rumple said softly as Belle tore through yet another box that had been tucked away, forgotten in the back corner of the back corner of the back room.

“No,” she growled. “It has to be here somewhere, and I intend to find it.”

“It isn’t here,” he implored with his tone for her to stop looking, but she read him an entirely different way; the right way of course, as well he might have known.

She rounded on him angrily, “What did you do with it?”

“Belle, I–”

“No, Rumple,” she held up her hands, “Tell me. Where is it?”

There was silence between them then. A silence so thick with unresolved tension that it was almost choking him to imagine it. Thicker even than the time in the Underworld when he’d had to tell her she was pregnant with his child; their son Gideon, now returned to them of course, but…

“Belle…” he faltered again.

“Tell me!” she demanded, her face shifting between the ugliness of anger and despair, back and forth with each breath.

“There are… some things…” he began haltingly, “some things so dangerous, so painful, and so powerful that even I dare not include in the Dark Curse; to bring them here to Storybrooke,” he reached for her hands to draw them away from the box he knew contained nothing but irrelevant minutiae. Relics of the lives of people long gone.

“So… where is it?”

“The Vault,” he said softly, “Back at the Dark Castle.”

“Still in the Enchanted Forest?” she said, and her face creased with disbelief and deeper despair. “You mean we can’t–”

“I… I didn’t say that, Belle,” he promised softly, “It’s just…” He sighed, and closed his eyes, unable to look at the hurt, and the tears gathering in hers. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you. Keep anything from you come to that Belle, but… when I thought–” His voice cracked.

“Rumple, I’m here.” He felt her take his hands; felt how solid they were, how warm against the sudden chill, as if the approaching midwinter night had sapped him of his vitality. She grounded him. She gave him light and life.

“If I could,” he whispered, leaning his forehead to hers, “If I even thought I could, I would try to reach across realms and bring it to you, but… I don’t think I can. The hold it has over me is just too strong.”

“You can,” she told him. “I know you can.”

He shook his head, still against hers, until she pulled back and pinned him with the wild, deep, ocean blue of her gaze that bared his soul.

“It doesn’t matter how far away it is; how deeply buried, nor how tightly warded it is,” she told him. “We made it together, and I won’t let you keep it from us now. Not like this. Not out of fear.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Belle stood with her hands on her hips staring - no glaring - at Rumplestiltskin after the most preposterous suggestion had left his lips, a basket of golden garland that he had spun and woven into the most beautiful of Winter decor for the Dark Castle’s Midwinter Tree stood like a chasm between them.

“Quite possibly,” he answered, an impish grin on his face that faded to a half teasing sneer. “But I’m also right. You can do it. You and only you.”

“But…” she half turned, pointing behind her toward the door, as though to some imaginary person. “Rumplestiltskin, no…” she turned again, to face him. “I’ve heard the tales, everyone has. How using magic will darken a person’s soul and…”

She trailed off as he made a soft tutting sound while at the same time shaking his head and appearing to examine his clawed fingers.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint a little girl now,” he looked up, an almost innocent pout on his face, “would you?”

“No!” she said flatly. “I won’t let you manipulate me like that.” But in truth his words had touched her heart. As much to remind herself as Rumplestiltskin she said, “No. Dark. Magic.”

“Assume… assume… assume,” he sang softly.

“What are you talking about?” she snapped.

“It’s just a garland,” he answered. “It’s not as if I’m asking you to murder all the puppies and kittens in the enchanted forest.”

“Dark magic–”

“Not the same.” he tipped his head from side to side as he spoke his words in the same sing-song tone. “Quite different… alternative… not dark magic.”

“Rumplestiltskin–”

“Light magic.” He said the words slowly, as though they were somehow foreign on his tongue, but Belle couldn’t have been happier to hear them.

“Light magic?” she repeated, just to be sure she had heard him correctly.

“Yes, yes,” he brushed the words off this time as though they were a dusting of snow on his shoulders. “That’s what I said. Back to hard of hearing are we?”

“Don’t you see, Rumple,” she didn’t think what she was saying and shortened the words, blushing when he turned a scowl her way. Still she pressed on. “This is it.”

“It?” his frown deepened into confusion. “It what?”

“This proves it,” she hardly heard his question. “That you’re the one that will use…”

“...use the powers of the Dark One for good,” he chanted at the same time as she. “That old chestnut. No.” He moved toward her then, to stand almost toe to toe. “You, dearie. You must be the one to wield the Solstice magic. You and no other… and poof the golden garland shall be silver.”

She jumped as he emphasized the sound, then turned and frowned at him as he began to move behind her, catching her to stillness as she asked, “What…?” and licked her lips as he moved closer still behind her, “What must I do?”

“Little,” he purred, moving with her toward the pile of gold, “Pick it up,” She reached down to take one end of the golden garland into her palms. It was cold, and she shivered; again she shivered as Rumplestiltskin moved closer. The front of him pressed against her back, hot… muscled… solid.

“Hold it,” he murmured against the side of her face, “caress it… run it through your fingers…”

She felt herself grow warmer and warmer still with every word and every breath that ghosted against her cheek. She closed her eyes, and leaned against him. She felt his arms surround her, his fingers at her wrists, his talons scratching gently at her skin as he guided her to slowly feed the cold, golden garland through her hands. His words never stopped, but she lost awareness of them; knew only the strength and the heat of him… and the rhythmic motion of the braid that played through her hands.

A flash brighter than the brightest star shone through even her closed eyes. She opened them and watched in a strange, detached fascination as the gold became silver in her hands, flowing like a molten river of moonlight from one hand to the other, to spill over into the basket on the ground at her feet.

The light faded. The moment was gone, and Belle laughed.

“Hmmm,” Rumplestiltskin purred against her cheek, teasing. “Seems like my little cherub is happy about something.”

“Oh, Rumple,” she giggled, turning about in his arms and laying the flat of her palms against his chest. “How did I do that?”

“Magic, dearie,” he answered gravely, “A magic all of your own, but then… I told you, there had to be balance on the Winter Tree.”

He snapped his fingers then, and the silver garland found a life of its own, whirling around to fly from where they stood and nestle itself around the tree, a perfect compliment to the gold already twinkling among the evergreen, and not a moment too soon.

A polite cough sounded from the doorway to the great hall, and both turned, Rumplestiltskin starting almost guiltily away from her, leaving her feeling strangely abandoned… bereft, but there wasn’t a moment to wallow in the feeling, and her joy soon returned to see Rumplestiltskin’s portal jumping friend - and yes, she realized in that moment, he was Rumple’s friend - standing in the doorway, hat in one hand, and the pale hand of his sweet young daughter held in the other.

“May we…?” Jefferson asked politely, though he raised an eyebrow at Belle, deepening her blush.

“Of course, m’boy,” Rumplestiltskin answered, already part way across the great hall toward the pair. “Come in and warm yourself by the fire. You must be perished.” Then half turning as he swooped and caught the wide eyed Grace up in his arms, he suggested, “How about some hot apple cider, Belle, to chase away the chill before dinner.”

Laughter drew Belle back to the main room of the house, and to the merriment well underway. Snow and David, Emma and Killian, Ruby, Archie, Granny, Leroy and the boys, everyone had accepted the invitation, and showed up with sweet dishes, and savory treats, as well as copious quantities of wine, mead, fine whiskey and rum, all to celebrate the day of the year when at last the light overcame the dark.

It seemed fitting, in the aftermath of everything that had happened in Storybrooke, and that they could come together at Rumple’s house - no… at the home she shared with Rumple and their son - made her feel accepted at last, and she hoped Rumple would feel the same.

“There you are,” even as she thought of him, as though she had conjured him from the air itself, Gold cozied up behind her, surrounding her in a warm embrace, “I was about to send the sheriff out to look for you.”

Belle looked over in the direction of Rumple’s nod to watch as Emma stumbled mid step, safely caught by Killian, who made some kind of ribald joke about how she couldn’t hold her liquor.

Belle chuckled. “I’m not sure she’s fit for duty right now.”

“As it should be,” Rumple answered, snuggling her closer. “Where’d you go?”

“To check on Gideon.” She leaned against him, nuzzling softly at his chin, and her eyes drifted to the tree that stood in pride of place in the corner of the room. It was magnificent, though as she looked on it, it still drew a pang of disappointment deep into Belle’s heart to see only red ribbon, white lights and golden garland adorning the tree.

She couldn’t fault Rumple for trying, but as hard as he had tried, the vault refused to release the silver twin to his magical summons.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Rumple tightened his arms around her and said softly, “Belle, I’m sorry I couldn’t…”

He trailed off and she followed the direction of his gaze. Across the room, Jefferson, resplendent in his finest, foppish attire, handed a small pouch to Grace, and gave her a gentle push their way, offering a wry salute, and a genuine smile of delight as he caught them looking his way.

“Papa said I should bring this to you, and tell you Winter Blessings, Uncle Rumple, and Miss Belle.”

“Why, thank you, Grace,” Rumple answered, and glanced back across to where Jefferson had been moments ago. When she, too, looked, the man was nowhere to be seen, and Grace, too, seemed to have vanished.

“I wonder what…?” Belle said, and took the pouch from Rumple’s fingers, beginning to work at the knot. She couldn’t help but laugh when she opened it, and took out what was inside.

“Mistletoe,” she said, and playfully turned in Rumple’s arms to hold it over the top of both of them.

“Mistletoe.” Rumple chuckled then. “Trust Jefferson. Remember that time when–”

Belle waggled the sprig once more over the top of his head. “Mister Gold, the tradition is that one should kiss beneath the mistletoe, not reminisce.”

“Kissing and much more, if you go back far enough,” he teased. “Thinking of a sibling for Gideon already?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she answered, blushing fiercely.

“Gladly, Missus Gold,” he said.

His lips met hers, softly and full of all the love they ever had held for one another, gathered into a single moment. She felt the pulse of magic as soon as it began. Not just True Love, but a love that also held the blessing of the season. Solstice blessings - the turning of the wheel of the year in all present.

In an instant, gone was the somber suit that Rumple wore, to be replaced by a magnificent outfit of deep green and gold, and on his head a crown of oak leaves, adorned with silver, snow-tipped acorns, and as she caught sight of herself in the window, mirrored by the dark night outside, Belle saw that her dress was now a beautiful robe in silvery blue, with silver and white edging.

“Rumple,” she gasped softly, and stepped back to take in the full sight of him. “How did you do that?”

“Not me, my love,” he murmured, flicking his eyes up to the mistletoe still held in her hand. “But I seem to remember that once I told you one must always have balance at the turning of the seasons.”

“Well, you truly look like The Winter King,” she told him softly, frowning as he shook his head, and with a snap of his fingers, offered to her a delicate filigree crown with shining diamonds, and icy white moonstones woven within.

“Only if you will be my queen,” he said.

“I will,” she breathed, and lowered her head to receive the crown from him.

Joyous applause sounded from around them, as their guests each raised a glass to toast the longest night, and the returning of the light, and all were suddenly bathed in the brightness of an echoing flash, and then by waves of gold and silver, as the firelight reflected off the gold and magical silver garland entwined, and adorning the Sacred Winter Tree.

#RSS #Rumbelle secret santa 2023 #holiday fic #winter #solstice #storybrooke #the enchanted forest #the dark castle

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happy-emmdings · 10 months

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Been enjoying your polls lately! do you have any headcannons on how you think cs live their married + family life? Like their habits, their kids, their jobs, their last names etc etc (also so happy you have asks now!!!)

Hi!!

Yes, I sure do have some! Maybe more then you asked for😅

But I have to say that I didn't watch season 7 and though I have a general idea what happens in it, I could not possibly be more confused about its timeline so... let's just say „I've elected to ignore it".

For their honeymoon, Emma and Killian go on a long cruise along the East Coast (there are many advantages to marrying the real Captain Hook), maybe to Florida and back and they make several stops along the way in different places. Killian explores more of the strange land without magic (and with way too much technology) with Emma as his guide and it’s very fun and wholesome

Of course, they inevitably interact with regular people and there is so much comedic potential in that. Obviously because Killian is 200-year-old pirate from another realm but it's time for Emma to realize that she's not the normal person constantly bewildered by the existence of fairytale characters anymore... she's one of the magic freaks now, she has to stop herself midsentence before she accidentally says something that would sound insane

Just imagine Emma and Killian finding themselves at a bar, getting to know some friendly strangers and they start playing Never have I ever... infinite possibilities how that could get increasingly weird

They have an adventure in the Bermuda triangle too, because nothing can be normal for Storybrooke's heroes

Hope Swan Jones is born 2 years after the end of season 6 and she adores her big brother Henry, even though their dynamic is still more like young uncle/niece because of the big age gap but they get full sibling energy when it comes to an argument

Swan is her middle name just to confuse everyone

I've always imagined Hope with dark hair and green eyes even though blond Hope seems to be much more popular. Now I'm contemplating the possibility of dirty blond

The jury is still out on whether or not they would have more than one kid but I suck at coming up with names so🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Emma continues to be Storybrooke's sheriff which at this point just means being the Savior. Let's be real Storybrooke hasn't enforced a single law since the first curse was broken and it’s not like deputy Captain Hook has ever had a lot of regard for law, but... They try to maintain order more or less. Things do get more peaceful, but it's still Storybrooke so of course stuff happens from time to time but nothing traumatizing or apocalyptic. Nevertheless, Emma and Killian solve occasional mysteries together and keep Storybrooke citizens safe

Killian is the first member of Belle's Book Club, because he supports his friend Belle when she decides to start organizing fun activities at the library. You just know he read the original version of The Odyssey. Other book club members include for example August, sister Astrid and Leroy (who is only there for Astrid and their will-they-won't-they non-discreet romance annoys Killian to no end because he's not a bloody matchmaker why are they asking him what the other thinks of them)

The Swan-Jones family goes sailing on their family vacations every summer!

Make it a joint family vacation with Belle and little Gideon. Belle finally gets to travel and Hope and Gideon become unlikely childhood friends.

There's also at least one Swan-Jones and Charmings camping trip that includes Snow teaching Hope and Leo how to make a fire and build shelter in the wilderness, sword duels with sticks, stargazing, campfire songs, so many campfire songs! (they all have such beautiful singing voices and they should use them) This is also time for Emma to bond with her parents and experience something she didn't have as a kid

"Eat some bloody vitamins" dad Killian vs. "Popcorn mixed with milk duds" mom Emma

Killian Jones cannot look at a child he has some connection to without being like "Welp looks like I have to teach this little pirate everything there is to know about sailing and navigating by the stars and secret maps, I simply must, it's the code..." So Hope can tie every kind of knot there is and becomes an expert in old timey boat stuff by middle school

She loves it because 1) it's a special thing she and her dad can bond over 2) it makes her feel cool and smart 3) she's a total nerd 4) she inherited the innate love for the ocean that runs in her dad's side of the family

Hope has magic but she's not super good at it, Emma helps her practice and sometimes pulling an innocent prank on dad or grandpa is part of the practice

Killian makes so many dad jokes. And so does Emma

Killian sings Hope to sleep when she's little and Emma reads bedtime stories to her

Sometimes she reads something like Winnie the Pooh and Hope asks if Winnie the Pooh is also real and Emma shuts the book and stares at the wall and has an existential crisis for a second because who knows at this point he might as well be??

So, these are some of them that I salvaged from the absolute chaos that is my notes app... Thanks for the ask❣️

#in my alternate season 7 henry goes to college #(and maybe drops out has a quarter life crisis and goes to some magic land to collect stories)#that might be similar to actual season 7 i guess #but i’d have henry meet sheherezade and they would be like story-collector rivals/partners/friends/maybe love interests #they’d just have a thing #that’s fully inspired by d20: neverafter btw #but without the horror stuff #putting this in the tags because its kinda off topic #i’m still developing this idea #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #hope swan jones #the swan jones family #ouat headcanon #answered asks

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grazhir · 1 year

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Sandrock

So...

During this conversation it's Winter of Year 3. Our obligatory time in Sandrock was over near a year ago, Mi-an. Do you never look at a calendar?

(For some weird reason I thought I was in year 5, probably because I tend to use certain Main Plot quests as checkpoints and avoid doing them until I've built up plenty of raw materials and base refinements—also why I'm just shy of level 70, I expect.)

Huh... Well, okay? That Pablo is the one to say it makes me wonder. For some reason.

I saved first, of course, though I never needed to reload. Dang but it's a pain to get to this spot (I had to pause to punch some hyenas along the way), but it does provide a lovely view for asking someone to marry you.

It was odd? I had 3 hearts with Fang when I proposed, it jumped to True Love, but it went down to 2.5 hearts? Does not compute, but I'll just keep gift giving until it's maxed out.

I do find it odd that my wedding anniversary is that exact day (I guess Friday Saturday, 6 Winter), despite getting married the next day at the church.

And sure enough, Fang was sleeping right next to me that night. (Or rather, he was there beside me the next morning.)

You have Coco, X! Geez. Do various cats and such count? Because I have five pets, not including you.

And speaking of X, why do I not have the option to construct a perch for him in our home? (Or is it that X simply stays at the clinic?)

Sadly, the door I have on the home is something Fang spent quite some time walking into rather than through. He was hung up on the side post?

I'm afraid to re-watch the ceremony (yes, I put on all three wedding pieces, plus the swan necklace, minus my cape) because of the people I've seen saying that Amirah is subbed in despite who you married.

But it was lovely having Burgess perform it, and everyone (like, the entire town was present [minus a certain few] was happy. Even the pets showed up, and Deputy Captain.

#my time at sandrock

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keirastarlightdraconequus · 8 months

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Please ask questions for @swan-of-fabletown

Meet Keira Swan, fable, Deputy Sheriff of Fabletown, New York as she solves and works with Sheriff Bigby and protecting every fable. So if you like Fairy tales or The Wolf Among Us. Head over there.

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bestsnow-white · 10 months

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The Nolan Trauma

@saviorswxn

Snow came with mal to help Lily, who had lost control and turned into a dragon for the first time. As the two women try to help; the young dragon uses her tail and whips Snow causing the bandit to go flying and heading her head on a rock. The bandit loses consumes and as everything went black images of her time with Emma floated but all she sees in her head are times that never happened, Mal and David who had come along with them handled lily and helped her turn back into a human and then they took Snow to the hospital.

the doctor ran a test to help Snow recovered but the best Whale did it was not working he sighed as he had to go give the sheriff and her father bad news. " Sherif Swan and Deputy Nolan am sorry tos ay this but your wife and mother when into a coma her body is none responsive but she's still breathing although not to worry her coma seems minor I'd give it a couple of days before she can be back on her feet although you two might want to talk to her when you were in a coma Deputy Nolan , your wife would read to you maybe you can do the same for her." Dr whaled explained to David and Emma.

David sat by his wife side looking at her and hoping for the best he missed her he wanted her and to make matters worse true loves kiss didn't work on this side of things " Emm am getting some coffee you want anything princess?" David asked as he gentle hugged her he loves his daughter and he usually use terms of endearment when they are alone, he knows his baby girl, or he likes to think that he does.

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year

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Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 8

Folks, Chapter 8 is now ready, and we’re finally going to Storybrooke! Don’t worry, I’m not going to put you all in time-out with Mr. Gold; he’s getting his memories back right away. Whether or not you end up in the pining corner remains to be seen. Also, I’m messing with the timeline of when Emma does certain things from now on, depending on where the story is at. Tags: @wastingstarsss Have fun!

Emma Swan.

The name did exactly what it was supposed to do. Gold snapped awake, his entire life before Storybrooke rushing back at once.

Gold’s thoughts flew instantly to Killian Jones. His life in the land without magic was nothing like he had hoped; he was often arrested for public drunkenness and petty theft. Gold felt nothing but rage, that his soulmate should be cursed to so awful a life, and wondered if it was a special kind of punishment fate had set up to balance out Gold’s ability to remember.

He decided he would do something about it. He probably couldn’t wake Killian, much to his chagrin, but he could force him onto a better track. Rumplestiltskin, after all, had manipulated the entire Enchanted Forest with a masterful hand for two hundred years. One man wouldn’t be so hard.

The way he set his trap was going to speak with Deputy Swan at the jail.

“You know, I really should get a better security system for my shop,” he said to her. He stole a single quick glance over her shoulder to the corner cell, where Killian was lying on a cot, staring up at the ceiling. “There seems to have been an increase in criminal activity lately.” Since you came along, he thought. People were beginning to act strangely. Boldly, like their true selves dictated. “I thought you might know a bit about the subject.”

While Swan went on a tangent about alarm systems and their relative usefulness, Gold’s brain left his body. He thought about Bae—he couldn’t leave yet, not before the curse was broken, but the moment he had his magic back? Then he could figure out where in this abysmal little world Bae had ended up, and he would make Bae listen.

He allowed himself to think the thought that he had refused himself for such a long time. Maybe I could bring Killian with me. He could meet Bae. After all, he spent almost as much of his life as I did mine trying to find a way to him. He still justified it to himself; it was too much to think about wanting Bae, Killian, and himself to be...family...so soon after waking.

Swan finished talking. Gold gave her an honest “I still find myself a bit overwhelmed, Deputy,” and a very insincere “But I’ll consider what you’ve said.”

Now Killian would believe that the shop was easy prey. And more importantly, he’d expect there to be a limited amount of time before an alarm was installed and he lost his chance. Gold smiled as he left the station. He was in control again.

That night, he locked up his shop, as usual, but went around the block and crept in through the back door. He thought it was ridiculous to have to sneak through his own property; still, for Killian, he would do…well, not any ridiculous thing, but one or two of them.

He heard the front door being forced open (really, it was no wonder Killian was caught so often, with all the noise he made) and heavy footsteps creeping inside.

When Gold heard the sound of metal antiques being shoved into a bag, he stepped out from the back room. “Can I help you, sir?” he asked.

Killian sighed and dropped the bag. “Alright, you’ve caught me. What now, you’ll send me back to jail?” He snorted.

Gold moved closer. “Actually, I’d like to offer you a deal.”

There was a brief, beautiful second where clarity flickered in Killian’s eyes. Gold wanted to scream when it disappeared. “What kind of deal?” Killian asked.

“I won’t have you arrested. I won’t even report that there was a break-in.”

“What do you get out of it, mate?”

“You’re going to work for me,” Gold said. “Clean the shop, do inventory, nothing more.” He knew it was an odd offer. “I’m only one man. I don’t have time to get all the trivial things done.”

Killian glared at him. “Well, that’s not much of a choice, now is it.” “No.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” Killian said.

#once upon a time #ouat #rumplestiltskin #Killian Jones #captaincroc #captain crocodile #goldenhook #rumple x hook #hook x rumple #fic #ouat fic #soulmate AU #First Colors AU #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 1 year

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Thanksgiving Reruns--Day 3: Black Friday Chapter 1 of 3

I would like to wish a very happy Thanksgiving to all my followers who celebrate it, and as a thank you, here are a few of my past Thanksgiving stories. Enjoy!

Title: Black Friday—Chapter 1 of 3

Rating: G

Words: 1442

Summary: CS as single parents AU. As the holidays approach, Emma’s son Henry and Killian’s daughter Alice ask for a specific storybook which will ONLY be available for purchase on Black Friday.

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @emmateo26@bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd @ineffablecolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch @missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 @nickillian @a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch @allyourdarlingswans @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight, @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree

Other Chapters: 1 2 4 5

Black Friday—Chapter 1

One week before Thanksgiving

“Do you really think it’ll work?” she asked, leaning forward, eyes bright and delighted.

“It’s perfect!” he answered. “Trust me! Our plan will work like a charm. Just make sure you give him Miss French’s flier and make him see how much you want it. I’ll do the same with her. By Christmas, we’ll be celebrating our success.”

She grinned. “Oh, I hope you’re right! Can you imagine? If we pull this off, everything will change forever!”

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The morning after Thanksgiving

The alarm clock roared to life as a way, way too enthusiastic version of Jingle Bell Rock blared from the speakers of her clock radio. Emma groaned, reaching blindly over to slam the button on the top of the alarm and make the noise stop.

3 am. It was entirely too early for any sane person to be awake. Even the early birds were still peacefully snoozing in their nests. It was only the crazy humans, intent on getting the best deals on the best Christmas gifts who would submit themselves to this kind of torture.

She hoped the payout was worth it.

Her bed was so warm, so comfortable, that for a split second, Emma considered just forgetting about the whole thing and going back to sleep, but then she thought about Henry.

It had been a difficult year for him, for both of them really. They’d had a great life in New York. Her bail bonds gig had paid well enough that they could afford a wonderful apartment. Henry had lots of friends at school. She’d had a guy she loved, a guy she really thought was the one. He’d seemed great with Henry, and Henry had really liked him.

Walsh had proposed a week before Halloween, and Emma had really considered saying yes. Granted, she didn’t feel the epic, sweeping, melt-into-a-pile-of-goo passion you see in movies, but she did love Walsh, and he could be a wonderful addition to the little family circle she and Henry had put together.

At least that’s what she thought.

Emma had made up her mind to accept the proposal when it all went south. Turns out Walsh wasn’t at all who he said he was. He’d been playing a long con on her, doing his level best to steal her money and assets right from under her nose, and she felt like a fool for buying into it his b.s. She was smarter than this! She ran the honey trap on bail jumpers; she knew the playbook. How did she fall for it?

She’d just so badly wanted that perfect, white-picket-fence life for herself, and especially for her ten-year-old son, that’s how.

After everything had so epically crashed and burned with Walsh, Emma had just wanted to get away. She’d wanted--needed--a new start, and so when her brother David had mentioned the opening for a deputy in the tiny town of Storybrooke, Maine, where he lived with his wife Mary Margaret, Emma had jumped at the opportunity.

Within a week, she’d uprooted her whole life--and her son’s whole life--and moved to Storybrooke. For the moment, she and Henry were crashing with David and Mary Margaret in their tiny loft apartment until Emma could find them their own place.

The move had been the most difficult on Henry. All he’d ever known was back in New York--friends, school, entire lifestyle. Small town Storybrooke was like a totally different world than the booming metropolis he was used to. Her normally happy, vivacious kid had been quiet, almost withdrawn since they’d arrived in Storybrooke.

Emma knew kids were resilient, that Henry would bounce back, but she felt so damn guilty for causing him stress.

And so, naturally when Henry had come home a week ago, excitement bumped up to a level ten, talking a mile a minute and waving a flier in her face, Emma had taken notice. Turns out the school librarian Belle French--who was also the owner and proprietor of “A Tale as Old as Time”, Storybrooke’s best (and only) bookstore--was holding a special Black Friday sale on a very special storybook, entitled Once Upon a Time. She had one copy, and one copy only, and the rare book would normally sell for an exorbitant price--somewhere between an arm and a leg. On Black Friday, however, she was offering the book for dirt cheap, but there was a catch. The price was only good during the special, Black Friday early bird sale. Doors opened at 4 am. First person to touch the book had the opportunity to purchase it.

Henry had always loved stories, and he’d been particularly fascinated with fairy tales. Naturally, a book chalk full of them would be right up Henry’s alley. Faced with the prospect of getting Henry the perfect gift, the gift that would finally bring him some joy after the difficult last few weeks, it was a no brainer.

Waking up a few hours before the crack of dawn was a small price to pay for her kid’s happiness.

Emma pushed aside the covers and got up, throwing on the first pair of clean clothes she could find, twisting her hair into a messy bun, and then downing the strong coffee her sister-in-law had set to brew for her. By the end of her second cup, she was feeling almost human, and she was ready to brave the hordes of Black Friday shoppers to attain her prize.

It was a quick, five minute walk to the center of town where “A Tale as Old as Time” was located, and Emma made it just as the cheerful brunette proprietor was unlocking the doors and letting her first customers in. Emma knew just where her target was. She’d scoped out the bookstore over the weekend, getting the lay of the land and mapping out her plan of attack. She knew just where to go, and within sixty seconds of the store opening, she’d reached her target. It was right there, in sight.

Emma reached for the book, her hand made contact--just as another hand did as well.

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Killian Jones had lived a difficult life. He’d seen more heartache and tragedy in his thirty-five years of existence than most people did in a lifetime. Aye, it had been an incredibly difficult life, but it did have one bright, shining spot.

His daughter Alice.

His one-night-stand with Alice’s mom, Eloise, had been a mistake of epic proportions, but Killian would never regret it, because it gave him the greatest blessing of his life, his precious little starfish.

Nine months after their dalliance, Eloise had suddenly showed up on his doorstep, placed their newborn daughter in his arms, and then walked out of their lives forever. For himself, Killian couldn’t have cared less. He felt nothing but revulsion for the woman who’d gotten him blind drunk and then taken advantage of him that night nine months ago. In the bright morning light, he’d been disgusted with her, with himself, and with the entire sordid affair. He’d have been more than happy if he never saw her noisome face again.

No, he didn’t care if she walked away from him, but his heart had broken at the fact that his tiny, perfect daughter had been abandoned by her mother. Killian knew from first hand the agony of being abandoned by a parent, and it tore him up inside that his beloved daughter had to deal with it as well.

Though having a child was the farthest thing from his mind at the time, there’d never been any doubt what he would do. Alice was his daughter, his precious child, and he would do right by her no matter what.

Ten years later, he thanked his lucky stars every single day that he’d made the choice to raise her. Alice was the most important person in the world to him, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

So naturally, when she came home from school all excited about the book Miss French was selling, Killian knew exactly how he would be spending his very early Black Friday morning.

He’d arrived at “Tale as Old as Time” just as Miss French opened the doors. He rushed to the back of the store, his prize in sight.

He grabbed the book just as a gorgeous blonde made contact.

“Um excuse me,” she said with a frown. “This book is mine.”

It appeared this shopping expedition was going to be more difficult--although possibly more intriguing--the blonde truly was breathtaking--than he’d expected.

Killian grinned. He’d never backed down from a challenge, and he didn’t intend to begin now.

#cs ff #cs fluff #cs au ff #thanksgiving reruns 2022 #Black Friday

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cs-and-bellarke · 1 year

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CS FF: The Hilltop

Ao3, FF

Background:

Killian Jones (26) comes to the states looking for a new start in StoryBrooke Main, he finds a hilltop to find peace in his messed up life.

Emma Swan (24) comes back home after moving to New York with her brother James and her Friends Robin and Regina, she goes back to the hilltop that she has always gone to when she meets the man she talked to when looking for her brother David.

Killian’s P.O.V

Being new in a small town is a bit strange because everybody knows everybody except you and you don’t know anything about anything, when I moved to StoryBrook Main I did it to start fresh, to get away from my problems and maybe make new friends and everything. I live in a 1 bedroom apartment and I just moved here 2 weeks ago, I work as a police deputy and the shariff seems to be okay with me thank god.

I go into work and I see David on the phone and when he gets off the phone he has the biggest smile on his face that I have ever seen. “Should I ask what you are smiling about?” I asked him.

“My sister is coming back into town and she has some news for me but she will not tell me over the phone” he says.

“Wait a minute...you have a sister?”

“Yes and don’t get any ideas”

“Wasn’t planning to...how old is she?”

“She’s 23, and she used to live here but she moved and now she is coming to visit, I would like you to meet her”

“You would?” I asked him unsure if he was being serious or not.

“Yeah why not” he asks.

Okay one finding out that my only friend here in StoryBrook has a sister and my boss is one thing but him wanting me to meet her is another, why does he want me to meet his sister...I don’t get it but I am not going to argue with him.

*A week later*

I am doing paperwork and a beautiful blonde goddess walks into the station.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked her.

“Yes, is David Nolan here?” she asked.

“No he’s on his lunch break, want to leave him a message?”

“No I know where he is, thank you”

She leaves and I am just sitting there wondering who the fuck was that and how the hell can I talk to her.

Emma’s P.O.V

I go down to granny’s where my brother is having lunch, I came to see him a week early because I am moving back here and I needed to be here for when my stuff got here. When I went to see if he was at work and the man who asked if I needed help was hot as shit, like where the hell has he been all my life and how to I get one.

I sat in David's booth and it took him a minute to notice I was there but then “Emma what are you doing here, you’re not supposed to be here for another week?” he says.

“I know but I came early” I say to him.

“So what was it you wanted to tell me”

“I’ll tell you later, you have to get back to work”

“Fine but I am holding you to that”

He leaves and I go down to my hilltop that I have been going to since I was in high school, it’s so peaceful and it gives me time to just think. When I get there I see that it hasn’t changed, no one knows that I came here, not even David. All of the sudden I felt someone behind me and when I turned around it was the man from the station.

“Hey it’s you” I say to him.

“And it’s you,” he says.

“How do you know about this place?”

“I was hiking one day and found it, you?”

“I’ve been coming here since I was in high school”

“Oh so you’re from here?”

“Yeah, but I am just now moving back, I’m Emma by the way Emma Swan” I tell him.

“Killian Jones” he says with a smile. “It’s peaceful here” he says out of nowhere.

“It is, it gives me a chance to think...are you new in town?”

“Yeah, I move here about 2 weeks ago”

“How are you liking our little town”

“I like it but I only have one friend”

“Make it 2, I’ve gotta go but I’ll see ya around Jones” I say to him then I leave.

It is so hard not to stare at him but I tried my best not to, he seems so sweet and I know that he will be a good “friend”. 2 of my friends are moving here with me from New York and I am happy about it, they have been there for me when I have needed them most. Robin I have known since I was 5 and Regina I met in high school.

I went to David’s and he wasn’t home yet so I got Granny’s to go and waited for David to return...when he got home he looked tired and I knew that he was. “So what did you want to tell me?” he asks.

“Well...you know how you’ve been wanting me to come back?” I asked him.

“Yeah”

“Well, me, Robin, and Regina are moving back to StoryBrook”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah”

He smiles and hugs me, I am glad he is happy that I am moving here and I am glad that I am moving here.

Killian’s P.O.V *1 week later*

It’s been a week since Emma fully moved back to StoryBrook and I found out a couple days ago that she was David’s sister. I have met Emma on the hilltop every day since the first time and we sit and talk and I’m becoming a closer friend to her then I am with David and I know that she is his sister so have no chance with her without him going nuts. I would love to take her out and give her everything that she has ever wanted but I can’t not only because of David but because she has become my friend and I don’t want to ruin that even though part of me does.

Emma started her new job at the high school as an English teacher and I heard that she got Belle and Gold's son who runs the high school, Gold is mayor of StoryBrook and he does a good job for the most part so that's good I guess. I have learned a lot about Emma and I also know that her and David are not related because his mom adopted her when she was 6 because Ruth couldn’t have a daughter but she did have 2 boys, David and James and they don’t get along but I guess Emma was living with James in New York and David doesn’t know about it. She is closer with James then David but she came back because she missed her brother, yea she will miss James but she thought it was time for a change.

I haven’t really told her about my family because it’s complicated and I don’t want to drag her down that hle of a mess called my family, maybe one day I will tell her but not right now at least. Almost every day I see her at the hilltop and every time I see her my heart skips a beat because she is so sweet and so beautiful and I am very attracted to her. Nothing can happen though because one her brother would kill me and make it look like an accident and two because I don’t believe she finds any attraction towards me.

“Hey Swan” I say to her as I arrive at the hilltop.

“Hey Jones, what’s up?” she asks. Yeah she calls me Jones when I call her Swan.

“Nothin, just got off of work, how was work for ya”

“It was okay, teaching high school students is fun but tiring but coming here makes my day a bit better”

When she said coming here made her day better it made my heart flutter, yeah I know she wasn’t talking about me but part of me wanted to think it was. “Yeah, kinda wish I grew up out here” I say to her.

“Where did you grow up?” she asks.

“Ireland, with my brother”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah, we stopped talking last year, I am all I go I guess other then you and David of course”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sometimes family sucks...having your brothers hate each other growing up was hard. Don’t tell David this but James was always my favorite because he wasn’t overprotective like David was and is. James would let me do more things, when he was invited to a high school party he would let me go with him but when David found out hell broke loose”

“He was just trying to protect you,” I told her.

“I know but as a young teen I thought he was just being a jackass because I liked spending more time with James then him, but that wasn’t true” she says.

She’s opening up to me more than I am with her and when I told her a tiny bit about my brother I think she knew not to push so she didn’t, it’s hard to open up about my family but I think I am going to. God she is so beautiful and any man will be lucky to have her.

“Why don’t you talk about your family?” she asks.

“It’s complicated”

“Don’t pull that, I know complicated , trust me. I was adopted when I was 13 but my parents didn’t care enough for me to drop me off at a police station no they left me on the side of the highway like a piece of trash, so I know complicated...my life is complicated but you can trust me”

“Where do you want me to start?”

“The beginning”

“Well my mother died when she gave birth to me and I think my father blamed me for it my entire life, my father left when my brother Liam turned 16, I was 13. We were homeless for about 2 years then he continued to raise me as I finished high school. When I was about 24 my brother found someone he really loved but when I wouldn’t come to work with him he got mad, but I didn’t care because I was almost done with the academy. When Liam got engaged, he changed and he was trying to control me, make me be like him...after his wedding our father came back and he forgave him, he forgave the man who left his sons to defend on their own when they were just children and Liam wanted me to forgive him too but when I wouldn’t he told me I was being childish and I should forgive the man who ‘gave us life’. He didn’t give us life our mother did, my father is just a coward and one thing I didn’t tell my brother was when we were younger my father would wait till Liam went to bed to tell me the reason my mother was dead was because I was born and then he would hit until I passed out. Liam would ask about the marks but I just told him I fell and we moved on. I love my brother but I can’t have someone in my life who can forgive the man who left us like we didn’t even matter, because to my father we didn’t matter, I can’t have someone in my life who thinks what my father did was okay and that can forgive him for what he has done” I explain to her.

She says nothing and just tackles me with a bear hug, I of course hug her back and bury my face in her hair. We hug for like 5 minutes and then she pulls away and I can see tears in her eyes, I wipe the tears off her face with my thumb and she smiles.

“How could you leave your children like that...I’m so sorry, what your father did was not right, but your brother doesn’t know everything your father did” she says.

“Yeah but he still forgives him for leaving us on the streets”

“I get it, I do but I wouldn’t know what to do without my brothers”

“I don’t know what to do without him but I have to learn”

“Well you have me, so it’s a start” she says with a smile as she grabs my hand.

“Yeah it is, thank you” I say to her as I pull her into a hug.

Emma’s P.O.V

We sat there just looking at each other after he told me pretty much his whole childhood, god he has really beautiful eyes and right now all I want to do is kiss him. He pulled me into a hug and he smelled like the ocean and...home, we pulled apart and he rests his hand on my cheek and he moves his thumb back and forth across my cheek.

We stare at each other and he has this look and I have no idea what it means but then he starts to lean in and I didn’t stop myself from leaning in either, then our lips met and when they did electricity went through my body. Thank god for the hilltop.

#Captain Swan #Emma Swan #Killian Jones #cs ff au

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ohmightydevviepuu · 2 years

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writers month prompts

day eighteen: bridge (it’s a metaphor)

(follow the complete story, try / cry / why? (just a dream) as it posts daily or on AO3)

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“You chose her,” Cora intoned. “And the consequences of that decision.” (2B canon divergence wherein Emma and Killian deal with the consequences.)

This entire thing is weird.

(His life. This moment.)

(This place, this world, was not supposed to be weird. The Blue Fairy promised.)

(The Blue Fairy was a fucking liar.)

Hook’s already got his cell unlocked and he’s doing laps around the small office by the time Neal gets himself upright.

In his own cell.

As if it matters—he’d been taught to pick locks by the best and he escaped a cursed magic island ruled by a demon and he can pick a lock with his eyes closed.

(Or barely conscious.)

Still, he can’t help but ask: “Been here before?”

“Not in this particular brig,” Hook says, turning suddenly toward one of the two desks and pulling the top drawer open.

“Twenty-eight years and this is the first time you’ve been locked up?” Neal laughs drily. “I find that hard to believe.”

Especially when—“Did you steal those clothes and break out of the hospital?”

Hook is battered, bruises that have already bloomed turning greenish across his face. He’s got a bandage where the hook should be and a brace strapped over what looks like a pair of sweatpants. He’s wearing a t-shirt that doesn’t match and doesn’t fit and over all of it is that, stupid, ridiculous coat, and every couple of seconds it looks like he’s stopping to force himself to breathe.

Like it hurts when he does it.

(He looks like he’s been run over by a truck.)

(Oh. Right.)

“Of course I did,” Hook says.

But then there’s a hook in Neal’s face, long fingers wrapped around the silver metal as if it’s a threat. Or a promise. It clicks into place but before Hook closes the drawer he pulls out a long scrap of black fabric with a weird look. “And who says I came here with the curse?”

(Fuck.)

“Realm travel is possible here.” Neal tries not to shudder when he says the words. “Is that what you’re telling me?”

(The Blue Fairy Was A Liar.)

“What I’m telling you, lad, is that whatever you think you know about this place and the people here, none of it is likely to be true.” He sighs. “I made my way after the curse was broken. I had hoped to rely on the lady Swan for transportation, but circumstances made that impossible.”

The lady—

“Emma. You mean Emma?”

(He really needs to find her. Talk to her.)

(Meet his kid and get her to understand. To help.)

Hook tucks the fabric into his pocket and gestures. “Bae? The lady awaits. Anchors aweigh.”

But that’s weird too.

“Listen.” Neal clears his throat. “Listen, Hook—I actually go by ‘Neal’ these days. I prefer it. Not lad and not—”

(Even Mike calls him ‘Neal’.)

(No one’s called him—the other thing—since he’d gotten off the island.)

(The name hits harder than it should, hearing it after so many years. Hearing it from this man.)

“Anyway. I’m not a ‘lad’ anymore. And I’m sure as hell not Lost.”

Hook’s smile is a little sad—a little soft—in a way that Neal has told himself for decades was just a figment of his imagination. “No, I don’t suppose you are. You came here quite purposefully, didn’t you?” The eyebrows go up and the look shifts to knowing, a look that makes him feel like he’s still dripping from the too-warm water of the inlet between the Hanging Tree and Skull Rock.

“Well, you’d know all about purpose, wouldn’t you? You’re here for him. You must be.” The deputy had said—“Was it him? You tried to kill him, and the deputy locked you up?”

“No,” Hook says. The smile is gone.

(A figment of his imagination.)

“No, you know better, don’t you. Since I told you about the dagger.” Neal can’t keep the bitterness from his voice. He doesn’t try.

“And you, lad? You’ve never been in the brig before, have you?” Hook’s tone is dangerous. Silky. “You’ve always had someone to take your place, to face the consequences of your actions—”

“Don’t act like you know anything about what my life has been like,” Neal snaps.

“—your friend in a hospital bed. Your girlfriend in prison.”

(Emma’s words, and the way she’d said ‘Lost’.)

(She knew about Neverland.)

(Fuck.)

“Like you know anything about consequences—” Neal starts, but then Hook shoves him; holds his hook at eye level in the space between them.

“I live with the reminders of my failures every day, lad, and you’d best remember it. ’Twas your father who left me with this one.”

“You killed my mother. You deserved it.”

(The same fight. Every time, the same.)

“For loving her,” Hook says. “And I have spent more years than either of us can count in an attempt to return to him the favor he bestowed upon me.”

“But you can’t,” Neal says.

“I can’t,” Hook agrees. “So let us hope whatever plan you have to enact against your father has a greater chance of success, shall we?”

Hook waves impatiently and points at the door; step by painful step, Neal has no choice but to follow.

—

It’s weird that she’s waiting for them.

The sitting room in the B&B attached to the diner isn’t anything to brag about. Apparently the curse hadn’t cared about hotel decor any more than it did about architecture. But it isn’t the Jolly Roger and that’s—a relief.

(Maybe more of one than Neal is ready to admit, even to himself.)

(Too many memories. All of them too close to the surface.)

She’s waiting for them, which is weird, and it’s weird that Hook isn’t surprised to see her there; hell, he’s already turning toward her before she says anything.

What she says: “You asshole.”

And honestly Neal’s not sure which of them she’s talking to until she grabs Hook by his lapels and practically drags him across the room. Her hands grasp at his coat and it must be friction or static or something because Hook shudders when they touch.

Emma doesn’t even look at him. All of her energy and attention is on Hook during this fucked-up freak show of reunion, looking at him in a way that makes Neal uncomfortable.

Especially the way it just keeps going on.

And on.

Then she says, “You really shouldn’t be walking around on that,” like there’s nothing else to say and Hook nods.

(Her voice is so quiet and so gentle it’s like Neal is hearing it for the first time.)

The air eases, tension slowly releasing from a balloon; he can’t read Emma but he feels it. He sees it, in the way they lean toward each other.

Neal says, “Tell me my father isn’t about to walk in here, please.”

Hook shakes his head, cringing as he lowers himself into one of the curse-ordained mismatched chairs.

(He really shouldn’t be walking around on that leg.)

(He maybe shouldn’t be using Emma to balance himself when he does it.)

“I did proper reconnaissance. Our crocodile only ever darkens this doorstep when he comes to collect the rent payments. In cash.”

“Of course,” Neal mutters.

Hook says—to Emma—“I assure you that I had a thorough understanding of the terrain before you sent your father after me—”

“You mean after you snuck out of your hospital room? And left me—” She holds out her wrist and stares at Hook.

“I apologized, love,” he says, but Neal hadn’t heard one.

“You shouldn’t be out where he can see you,” Emma says. “And now there’s two of you I need to hide away.”

“Yeah, about that,” Neal says. “What did he do, exactly?”

“He shot your father’s girlfriend,” Emma says.

“I injured his heart,” Hook mutters, scratching behind his ear.

“Of course he did.” Neal snorts. “That’s why the deputy called it ‘attempted’. Great plan, Hook.” He makes an exaggerated thumbs up.

They’re both looking at him. Emma’s face is all hard angles and disdain, coldness and stiffness and anger with her hand balled into a fist, curling her fingers, her body suddenly tight with tension. “Did you two get into a fight?” she says, waving her un-fisted hand in Neal’s face.

“Uh, no?” Neal says. “I mean, the deputy—”

“Ah,” she says. “Well, I guess he was kind of looking for that whole fatherly ‘grand gesture’.”

“Don’t I know it,” Hook says, and he’s watching Neal, so it’s almost like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it when his hand reaches toward Emma, toward the small of her back.

The way her fist unclenches.

(Weird. Weird.)

“Wait.”

“Oh my god,” Emma says. “You actually have no idea, do you? Here I was, ready to hear you out about this whole curse thing, whatever bullshit you have planned, but it’s all just another—” she sniffs. “You don’t know anything. You don’t know who any of these people are, or where they came from, or how they ended up here. The Evil Queen. Snow White. Prince Charming? Do you even care?”

“I’ve seen the movie.” He means it as a joke. “But if Peter Pan is any indication, they didn’t exactly get it right.”

“You’re an asshole. You know that, right? You just sent Mike Darling in here—and fuck you, Neal, you knew the curse had been broken, so you must know that means your father has magic again—”

“August never said—” he says, then stops.

(This isn’t how he wanted to tell her.)

“August,” Emma says flatly. “You believed Pinocchio was telling you the truth.”

“I didn’t know—”

“You’re a liar, Neal Cassidy.”

(He’d wanted to explain.)

(To show her, to make her understand.)

“Okay. Okay. I didn’t know for sure about the magic.”

Her face is murderous.

(He doesn’t need to read her to know that much.)

“But you planned for it,” Hook says. He’s sure and certain and fully alert and Neal knows that voice, just like he’d known the look—that moment when a piece of information—or a confused, sopping wet child—proves its value. “You and Michael Darling. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you’re here now. Out of curiosity, how is he still alive?”

“I planned for it,” Neal admits, looking from Emma to Hook and back again. “I didn’t know for sure but I know my father.”

Hook nods. “And your father always leaves a loophole.”

“Never break in without a way to get back out, right?” Neal says. “He wouldn’t have tried it if he didn’t think he had a way.” He looks at Emma. “Was it True Love? Prince Charming—is he your father?”

“No. No. Stop.” Emma takes two steps forward. “We are not doing family history. Not now. Not ever. Tell me, right now, why you’re here, or I—”

“It’s simple, Swan,” Hook says. “Baelfire—that is, Neal—is here to destroy the magic.”

(And what’s weird about that is the sparks, and the way they seem to explode from Emma’s hands.)

@spartanguard @optomisticgirl @shireness-says @profdanglaisstuff @katie-dub @thisonesatellite @mariakov81 @kmomof4 @stahlop @tiganasummertree

#cs fic #writersmonth2022 #canon divergence #season 2b #in which neal is not a villain #just an asshole #therapy is fine but telepathy is cheaper

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The Menu came, and there were so many unusual meals, but the price was a bit high for Keira as she was just used to what she could cook, plus takeouts as she worked as part of security. Briar and Snow shared a menu, Briar: What are you going to have Snow? Snow: Last time I had pork, I think I want to have chicken, Brair: Which one? Snow: I think this one, Roast Chicken breast, Potato Puree and Pine Nuts.

Keira was sharing the menu with Cinderella, and she could see Cinderella was excited. Cinderella: First, I recommend you try their soup, they are the best, then next you should try this beef dish, it has freshly grown vegetables & their mashed potatoes have a great kick, with their sauce. Keira: This is a bit pricey for me & Plus I rarely eat meat, are you sure about this dish? Cinderella: Relax Keira. We are treating you & besides, this is sort of our thanks for what you did for us. Keira: But I didn't by myself. I had Bigby help on many cases & he is the sheriff. I don't think it would be fair to leave him out. Cinderella: I know, but this is ladies' night.

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Moon Trance

What happens when the lives of four women collide in the now growing town of Storybrooke. One who is trying to move on with her life from searching for her pack back in the Enchanted Forest with no avail, another who is still searching for her own, and more just like her, a newly made she-wolf trying to forget a tragic deed that happened long ago before being separated from her pack. Lastly an ex-werewolf hunter who suddenly falls for what they used to hunt, that of one who saved her life after making their first necessary kill. They all share a very common bond, one that they will soon find out about each other, will it spell disaster in the making? Or the making of romance, friendships, or tragedy. Soon upon these discoveries they may just have to become the hunter, or wind up becoming…the prey. "Friend or foe? There's no way to know, through the battlefield of life, it's kill or be killed." War Eternal by Arch Enemy !Femslash !Werewolves

Meghan Ory, Alissa White-Gluz, Lindsey Stirling, and Siobhan Williams are my main characters in this story so do enjoy. ;-)

Chapter 1: The Stranger

Disclaimer: Anything you don't recognize from the show is mine. This is just a Fanfic not real stuff ya know. ;-)

Warnings: Femslash, romance, drama, humor, and graphic violence.

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It was a somber evening in the town of Storybrooke, one that was growing vastly due to the town's Mayor improving the revenue of more businesses for work, entertainment, and pleasure. It did make for very good business she thought, well so much for everyone knowing each other's names anymore, but yet there were a few that still did, which was fine ya know all of the oldies but goodies from the Enchanted Forest and all. After the curse was broken years ago things couldn't have been better, although Regina wasn't sure about it at times, they were getting some newer residents, ones from every walk of life, which is fine, because Emma, David, and few other deputies kept the town safe, secure, and manageable. I mean Emma for one was the town Savior so no one would dare cross her and not regret it.

We still had Granny's Bed and Breakfast, Snow's school that she would work in, Belle and the Library, and there was of course Rumple also known as Mr. Gold and his vintage shop of trades and such, who has minded his p's and q's for a long ol time thank goodness, cause if not, he knows that Regina would ship him straight back to the underworld. The mayor was walking down the street letting the wind softly flow through her long dark locks that flowed past her shoulders, she was still as beautiful as ever, Swan was a lucky lady that's for sure. As she continued to head down the concrete sidewalks toward the sheriff's office to meet Emma for dinner, her head turned when she heard a loud engine behind her. She regarded it for a moment when she saw it was just a big bus dropping people off for a visit, or maybe other things.

"Oook more visitors, who would have thunk that we would get so much business?" The mistress smiled to herself thinking about what a mark Storybrooke has made for itself. "Damn I love this place."

"How about me?" Swan coyly asked as she stood in front of the office door.

Regina shook her head at the beautiful blonde. "Is that really a question? One you should already know that answer to dear."

"Nah I don't remember, if you do or not I..."

Before Emma could say anything else the Mayor grabbed her trademark red jacket collar pulling the sassy savior into a very deep and passionate kiss that lasted for a while, they broke away making them smile in unison. "There is your answer, will that suffice hun?"

"Uhm...yessss?"

"Good. Ok so how about that dinner, I cooked something that's in the oven, hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will, especially when we have dessert afterwards, that's always my favorite." The swan remarked biting into Gina's neck.

"Heh heh, ok, ok, feisty one, let's get going before we give the new people that just got off the bus a show."

"Well, should we charge for it?"

"Shut up! My goodness woman...save that for later from peering eyes. You are for my eyes, and my eyes only." The mistress stated while grabbing her firm ass.

"Aye aye captain."

Regina gave an eye-roll, before grabbing the hand of her lover. "Gees, lets just go..."

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Meanwhile at granny's diner it was bustling with customers, the elder liked this new found business for sure, it just wasn't good for tonight since two of her workers are out, so Ruby and the other two girls were making haste with the orders, and it was a good thing Ruby has stamina to burn, one of the great perks about being a wolf. The elder noticed the man in booth 5 on his smartphone, waiting for his meal which he has been waiting for quite some time.

"Ok Ruby I need this entree to go to the gentleman on booth 5."

The beautiful brunette scoffed, how she didn't want to go to that booth. The young man by the name of Michael, also known as Big Mike which he likes to be called at times to match his ego, was sitting there, he was nothing but an arrogant, egotistical, chauvinistic pig who has been trying to get into Ruby's pants since day one. Take it he was very handsome and he knew it, wavy short brown hair, chestnut eyes that would basically undress any pretty lady that he came in contact with, nice clothes and expensive cologne that he drowned himself in. Ruby sneezed over it at one point, how she hated having such a pronounced sniffer due to her keen senses. It was so bad it made her beautiful green eyes even water at the stench. She made a comment to him one day which made him sneer.

"Damn Mike didn't you shower today or does bathing in your disgusting cologne help to mask your dirtiness?" Mike always had women fawning over him, well except for Ruby, the town's very gorgeous werewolf who he has been checking out this entire time, and it was getting on her nerves.

"Granny, can you have one of the other girls do it please? Mike has been checking me all night. If he doesn't knock it off I'll just have to get aggressive, and you know I don't want to do that, you know how my temper can get, and I would have no problem throwing him out on his ass!"

The gray haired woman looked over her glasses and shook her head. "If I wasn't so short on staff love, I would, but Madaline is on maternity leave, Traci went home sick, then Jenny and Dawn are already up to their asses in orders."

Ruby looked behind her to see him smiling away. It wasn't her fault that she was so incredibly good looking, with her tight burgundy leather pants, black boots, with her red and white flannel top with white tank that was a bit low cut in the front to accentuate her perky bosoms, good thing that the curse broke a long time ago or she would be dressing like how she did back then, outfits that would leave little to the imagination, like Granny once told her "You look like a drag queen during fleet week!" Sometimes she thinks to herself that maybe she should just wear a garbage bag, hell she would probably look good in that too, so either way she was fucked.

The wolf continued to glare daggers at the man who was now licking his spoon in a suggestive manner, a soft, low growl escaped her as she kept on. "God help me please? Don't let me lose it or..." Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts when she saw another customer coming through the door, one of whom she had never seen before. The woman had on a studded black leather jacket, black beanie on top of her long beautiful blue hair that cascaded past her shoulders, blue jeans that had rips across her thighs, white shirt with a saying that said "Beastmode'' on it, and low cut black and white converse shoes. The woman was quite stunning to be frank, electric blue eyes, and a hooped Labret piercing adorning her bottom lip. She was quite...beautiful. "Uhm...Granny?"

The elder shot the wolf a displeased look as to why she was stalling. "What Ruby? Are you going to go and serve that man or what?"

Red groaned dis-pleasingly, as her eyes scanned the lovely lady, she walked towards the tables who was now placing her duffel bags down while taking her seat at the booth in front of Mike who was still giving our wolf the eye. "In a minute, do you...recognize that woman?"

Gran looked over and squinted at the beautiful rocker. "Ruby you know we get all different walks of life coming in and out of this diner these days, she's just another person who is hungry. Now I'm not going to ask you again, can you serve him already?! He looks like he's growing quite impatient.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright Gran, alright."

The blue haired woman took off her jacket and beenie, running her fingers slowly through her silky locks she scanned the menu to see what she would like to order for the evening. Feeling someone staring at her, she raised her head to meet green eyes twinkling at her in curiosity by the bar. She watched Ruby walking towards her, she slowly strode by her table to help the dick in front of her. The stranger gasped as her eyes widened then narrowed, she kept a keen watch on the beautiful wolf, a very close watch on her as she went to help him, she was also keeping an eye on him as well, his look was a hungry one like he just wanted to jump the waitress's bones. "Gees if he could be any more obvious looking at her like that. Probably hasn't got laid in years, for fucks sake someone please get a rag to clean up all that drool from his mouth." She thought about this idiot in front of her.

Mike suddenly sat up straight to acknowledge the svelte brunette. "Heyyyy Ruby it's about time you came with my food, I thought you forgot about me, that would have made me very, very sad, and I'm looking forward to giving you a tip if you know what I mean. A very BIG tip."

The blue haired woman snorted at such a remark as she took a sip of water while looking nonchalantly at her menu. "I doubt if he has a BIG anything, well except his ego, he seems to be more of a pussy if anything, no that's an offense to pussies, he's just a fucking twat." She whispered, thinking that she wouldn't be heard.

The brunette's head snapped her way as a smirk spread across her lips, before going back to the fool who was giving her the business. "Ugh here is your food Mike, eggs over easy, pancakes, bacon, sausage and hash browns. Anything else? No? Good I..."

The suave man shook his head in disappointment. "I didn't order sausage honey, and as far as over easy is concerned, then shouldn't you be on my plate?"

The mysterious woman's eyes rose, she sat back against her seat folding her arms across her chest. "Asshole."

The man scowled at her. "Excuse me?"

The rocker was getting heated, and before she had a chance to answer, her waitress came by to take her order. "Hi there, my name is Jenny. I will be your server for this evening. Have you had a chance to look over the menu?"

"Yes, I have, among other things." The stranger's eyes burned the guy who was now running his fingers through his hair.

"Well what would you like?" The beautiful redheaded waitress asked while licking her lips at the beauty in front of her.

"I actually just lost my appetite, but I would like some hot tea? The hotter the better."

"Sure I'll bring it out with some bags and the kettle so you can make as much as you want. Ok?"

"That would be great..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper "Yes, very great." She went back to the disgusting display in front of her, watching with keen eyes and open ears, seeing the beautiful green eyed woman getting very uncomfortable made her irritated to say the least.

Ruby was trying her very best to keep her cool. "You know what? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

Mike put his hand on his chest. "Oh? Did I say something wrong? All I said was...well, you're talking about easy, I know all about that and your history sooo." He stated, as he took his hand and slid it across Ruby's leg.

The wolf swatted it away, anger was boiling through her veins now. "That was long ago."

"Mhm well we shall see about that sexy. Just give me a chance, I'm sure you won't be disappointed, and I am really interested in seeing your beastly nature come through, I bet you're quite the beast under the sheets as well, hm?"

The blue haired beauty grunted, my God, this guy! she has heard about enough of this dickhead's advances. "You just won't quit will you buddy? As you can see she clearly doesn't want to talk to you, so do her a favor and leave her alone."

"Mind your business freak!" He spat at the mysterious woman who was also boiling with anger.

The stranger pounded her fists into her table with a death glare, one that would make anyone turn pale, it actually made Mike flinch at the sight. "What did you just call me?" She wanted to just kick the shit out of this man and make a bloody mess of him, she almost rose to her feet, until she was stopped, and just in time.

Jenny came by the rockers booth, and she noticed her angered stare. Whoa those eyes.

"Here's your tea sugar...are you...alright?"

The mysterious woman calmed herself before smiling at her waitress and taking the kettle. "I'm fine. Thank you for the tea."

"No problem, can I get you anything else? Like maybe a drink after my shift?"

The woman giggled and blushed at the waitress's remark. "Wow. Uh no I'm ok, but thank you for the offer." I would rather rip out this fucks throat instead.

"Oh well can't blame a girl for trying. Here's your tab." Jenny stroked the blue haired woman's shoulder before giving a wink, and walking back to the bar.

"Thanks." Her eyes slowly shifted back to the conversation at hand. Balling up her fists she felt something wanting to take control of her, and she knew she needed to stop the feeling not to let it get out of hand. Calm down, you need to calm the fuck down, but this guy really has me riled.

"I doubt if you've changed, I see how you look at others, like you just wanna jump their bones, I bet it's been a long time since you have got a good ol' fashioned fuck hmm?"

The wolf wanted to just rip him apart, but she had to keep it together for granny's sake. "And I bet it's been a long time since you had your face bashed in, I can do the honors if you like? No? Well then, now if you'll excuse me!" Ruby huffed and turned to walk off, she suddenly was grabbed by her arm and jerked back.

"Hey where are you going?" Mike stood up to face the brunette who has had enough.

"Away from you, just eat your food and please leave me alone!"

The suave man ran his thumb across Ruby's jaw line while giving a sly smirk. "Well I will eat, but I'd preferably like to eat you baby."

Red gripped his hand and squeezed hard, breaking it in the process. "You bitch! My, my hand! You broke it! You're going to pay for that!" Mike swiftly in one, hard fluid motion backhanded Ruby in the face splitting her lip.

Gran saw the display and was about to rush over. "Ruby?!"

The wolf's voice rang out stopping the elder in her tracks. "Granny don't! Stay there ok?" Ruby tasted blood on her lip, she spit it in the disgusting man's face before wiping it with her hand as she grinned a toothy grin, oh how she wanted to let her fangs grow and tear his throat open, and before he could strike again the blue haired rocker quickly grabbed his arm twisting it behind his back wrenching it hard making him scream in pain.

"I think the lady asked you to leave her alone, if you don't leave then I guess I'll just have to do the honors in making you myself!" Turning him to face her, she grabbed him by the throat to say something else, but he threw a punch which she easily evaded and came back hard with a swift right hook of her own knocking him and a tooth to the ground. The woman quickly in almost lightning speed, pounced on top of him straddling his hips, she grabbed his suit collar bringing his face close to hers, those blue eyes heated with such a hot stare into a trembling chestnut gaze that suddenly shook with fear, it made the man turn pale.

"Get, get away from me, freak!" Mike yelled as he struggled against her trying to get away.

That made her lean back just enough to grab the tea kettle from her table, she quickly poured the scalding hot contents over his head which elicited another shrill scream from his lips. "My face! Arrrrghhh l-leave me alone!"

"Then I suggest you better fucking leave like she asked! Now! Or else your face will turn to hamburger meat and you will be unrecognizable you sick fuck!"

Mike scrambled to his feet making the kettle fly from the woman's hand smashing it on the floor. The arrogant man felt woozy and disoriented, he slowly looked back at the rocker who was standing by her booth still glaring at him. Those crystal blue eyes felt as if her stare was burning the skin off his bones, she took a step forward which made him gasp and run full throttle out of the diner.

"Fucking asshole." The rocker groaned while cracking her knuckles, she turned her head to see the wolf looking at her with wide eyes.

Ruby watched in amazement at what just happened, seeing the man run out of the diner like a bat outta hell made her night. "That was...amazing." She breathed watching the beauty start to kneel down to the floor.

The gray haired woman rushed over to console her granddaughter, who was touching the cut on her lip. "Ruby?! Are you alright?"

The beautiful brunette grabbed the elder's hands nodding while still trying to comprehend what just happened. "Yes granny I'm fine."

"You're hurt Ruby! Let me take a look at your lip."

"Gran, it's ok, really. Besides, I've had worse things happen to me." The wolf looked down for a moment remembering when her village back in the enchanted forest ran her out of town with their torches and pitchforks after getting word about her being the wolf that killed Peter and countless others before she was able to control her powers, then the time when she was caught in a wolf trap by Spencer and the mob who thought she was responsible for Billy's death, the torture she endured while helpless was excruciating . Thank God for David and Granny coming to the rescue to prove that it was Albert all along to frame Ruby to get her killed. "Yes, I'm...fine...ok?"

Granny looked at Ruby and smiled, her smile suddenly turned sour as she saw the mysterious woman picking up the pieces of the porcelain kettle that broke on the floor as well as wiping up the blood from Mike's face with her napkin and glass of water. "You!"

The rocker slowly stood up as the elder came over in a huff. "Me? Me...what?"

"Look at the mess you made of my diner!"

"Granny?! It's just a broken kettle, and she's cleaning it up so what's the problem?" The wolf asked as she watched the woman's face scrunch up, clearly annoyed at this point."

"Wow, so this is the thanks I get hm? I just helped your granddaughter not get the shit beat out of her by that guy, and all you can think about is this smashed kettle?"

Ruby got in the middle of granny and the blue eyed woman who were clearly not amused by each other. "Gran please, she did help me out, so can you not scold her, it's just a tea kettle, it's not like we don't have more. Right?"

Granny's temper slowly settled as she saw the pleading look in the wolf's eyes. "Ugh, you're right, I'm...sorry it's just, you know what tonight is and I get a tad grumpy you know that."

"It's fine. Forget it. " The rocker answered flatly, turning her back to the two while placing the pieces of kettle on the table.

The widow Lucas sighed as she looked over at the couple waiting to pay by the front. "I uh, have to go and charge these people out Ruby, you sure you're alright?"

"Yes granny, stop worrying."

"Well after all that has happened in the past do you blame me?"

The wolf bit the inside of her cheek wishing this night would just end. She looked up at the clock which read 6:45 which means the sun was going to be setting soon and the full moon was going to rise in another hour or so. Thank goodness it was almost closing time, this night needs to be over already she thought. "No I don't blame you granny, I'm sorry."

"Like I said you know what tonight is so I suggest you finish up here and go home you hear?" Granny grimaced as she began to rub her scar on her forearm.

The beautiful blue haired woman noticed the scar and cocked her head to the side observing such a mark. Hmm Interesting. She also was trying not to listen, but the stranger couldn't help but wonder what tonight even was. "Yes, better go home, the street lights are about to come on."

Ruby was hardly amused by that remark as if she was getting told to go home by her mother.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

Granny got a Kleenex from her pocket and dabbed the blood away from the wolf's lip. "Ok well, this has been a night, and it's far from over soooo."

Red pushed the elder's hand down off her face; she shook her head clearly, getting a tad angry. "Ok! I will go home in a bit, you're embarrassing me, I'm not a child anymore Gran!" She snapped

"No, no you're not, I'm sorry it's just..."

"I know granny, now go help those people and I'll be off shortly." The wolf's eyes veered over at her rescuer who was putting her jacket back on at her booth, she patted granny's shoulder before turning back around to give her thanks, but before she could her head whipped around as the front door suddenly threw open.

"There you are! I have been calling your cell phone, why the hell didn't you answer?!"

Ruby rolled her eyes at the very irritated dark haired woman who looked as if she was going to blow a gasket. This night just keeps getting better and better. "Ugh Dorothy now is not the time, as you can see I'm working, I don't have my phone on me, if you needed to get a hold of me so badly, why didn't you call the diner's number?"

"I for one thought you would, you know I told you to keep it on you." Dorothy snapped at the also annoyed wolf.

The blue haired woman giggled to herself that this woman just can't get a break from jerks this evening. "My God, if it's not one thing it's another, what is this national asshole night at the diner?" She said under her breath while looking at the two arguing with each other.

Ruby heard her and narrowed her eyes. "Look I have had quite a bad night, and I don't need you to add to it. Ok?!" She saw the rocker watching them and pulled Dorothy to the side away from her peering eyes and ears.

I would love to hear what this is about, but I've had quite enough of this place for tonight. The stranger grabbed her duffle bags, and beanie putting it back on her head before pulling money out of her pocket to pay the bill, she quickly placed it on the table wanting to just forget everything that happened altogether. Looking over at at the two women still going at it, the blue haired beauty smiled while shaking her head, she strode slowly towards the door pushing it open to walk outside, just moving a few paces down the street she suddenly felt someone grab her arm which made her turn around quickly to regard them, crystal blue eyes saw a pair of emerald ones looking at her, she doesn't know why, but it kind of made her heart speed up. Ok now, this woman is quite beautiful, well I guess I can agree with that dickhead on that account.

"Yeeeessss?"

Ruby was nervously picking at her nails trying to get the words out. "I, uhm, well I..."

The rocker smirked watching the wolf getting all nervous. "What is wrong with you? Cat got your tongue or something?" She teased, the woman saw the wolf drop her hands placing them on her hips giving quite the irritated look.

Ruby grumbled as she chewed at her bottom lip and just went for it. "I just wanted to say...thank you." Looking into a blue gaze that was almost hypnotizing her, the wolf's heartbeat was beginning to skip. "Look, I'm so sorry about all of that back there."

"Well maybe your granny shouldn't have had you wait on that dick for one, I mean that guy was a complete ass, and she still had you wait on him? What the hell was that all about?"

"You heard that?"

"Yeah I did among other things, you were in front of my booth, remember?"

Red sighed not really knowing what to say. "Well for one I would have knocked the shit out of him myself but, I...couldn't, I mean, I could have, but I can get a bit out of control."

The stranger took off her beanie and placed it in her pocket, flipping her hair back, she then sat her bags down and folding her arms in front of her, arching an eyebrow, she was curious as to what she meant. "Care to elaborate?"

Cripes, seductive much? Ruby could not get over the beauty of this woman before her, she was trying not to think of...things, wolfstime brings out the beast, and in more ways than one. Her eyes rose up at the now grayish black sky, she knew the moon was going to be rising, and soon. "I just mean I sometimes don't know my own strength, as you clearly saw."

"Oh yes I saw alright, you crushed his hand, and good." The blue haired woman got closer to the wolf, which made Ruby's breathing hitch, she chewed at her piercing as she smiled at the blushing wolf. "Well maybe you need to learn how to control it." She whispered, letting her breath hit Ruby's lips.

The brunette shivered at the feel before being taken back by the comment. "Oook well I can."

"Oh? Well you just said that you couldn't beat the shit out of that guy without losing control, so then what do you mean?"

The wolf sighed as she shifted her stance a bit while now folding her arms across her chest. "Look. I don't have to explain myself to you, a common stranger of all things."

"Is that so now? You mean a stranger that saved you. Remember that. Most strangers wouldn't have done that ya know. By the way, your granny should be a bit more appreciative of that fact and not worry about some damn tea kettle."

Red pursed her lips together knowing she was right. "Touche'" Watching her for some time, she was quite curious as to where this pretty blue haired mistress was from. "Well I for one am appreciative, and speaking of that, can I know my hero's name? So I can properly thank you? She saw the woman a bit apprehensive of giving her such information with everything that just happened, the trust levels were not good at the moment. Gees alright guess i'll start then "Ok. Well, my name is..."

"Ruby." Yes I gathered that much when I heard that guy trying to get into your tight pants and your Grandmother worrying over you." The beautiful rocker smirked to herself as she looked at the taller woman taking in her shimmering green eyes, long brown hair that went past her shoulders to the middle of her back, her body, yes that...body, perky breasts, and those tight pants that hugged her perfect ass. The blue haired woman snapped out of her thoughts to speak her name finally to the wolf. She's gonna find out your name eventually stupid, stop being so stubborn. "It's...Alissa."

Was that sooo hard? "Alissa? Hmm. That's a beautiful name." Ruby extended her hand to her mysterious rescuer, also taking in her beauty. Smiling sweetly, the wolf was hoping to find out more about the town's mysterious traveler one day. "Well...thank you. Alissa. So, will you be staying here in our quaint little town of Storybrooke for a while?"

Slowly taking her hand in her own she smiled back at the brunette, when their hands connected it made both of their heartbeats speed up, she began to give a firm handshake to the town's werewolf who gave one right back, Alissa was hoping her's wasn't clammy. Mhm, she does have one hell of a grip. "You're quite welcome, and I don't know. Maybe. I'm looking for a new place to settle and I think I just may have found a reason that this town may be the place to do just that." Placing her hands in her jacket pockets, she threw a sly smile to the taller woman making her blush even more. "Oh, and by the way you need to stay away from certain people."

Ruby raised a brow at that comment, she was beginning to get under her skin, and in a good way. "Certain people? Like?"

The rocker chuckled as she continued her smirk at the beautiful green eyed lady wolf. "You know, assholes, jerks, arrogant twats, I may not be there next time to help you out."

Red giggled at the comment. "Oh really?"

"Really."

The two kept smiling and staring at each other, not knowing what was even going on with this chemistry they were feeling, or why they even were, but they knew something was there, they also knew that they just met tonight, lest they still couldn't help it. Ruby cleared her throat to speak, but before she could the wolf heard footsteps behind her and smelled a certain scent that was recognizable, one of which made her grumble and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Dammit Ruby! I was looking for you in the diner, what are you doing out here?" Dorothy stopped short and narrowed her eyes at Alissa who was having a conversation with the wolf.

"Oh...and who is this?" The dark haired woman was scowling while looking at the traveler up and down, sizing her up.

Alissa rolled her eyes as she saw the other woman glaring at her. "Speaking of those certain people..." She mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Dorothy shot a hateful look to the woman who was now picking up her bags.

The rocker cleared her throat to break the tension. What a fucking cunt. "Nothing, look I was just leaving, have a good rest of your evening Ruby, and remember what I said, try and stay away from those people." Throwing a wink she headed out and away from the two women who started to argue yet again. Alissa turned her head back to look at them momentarily before walking off further. "For fucks sake, that Ruby sure is a jerk magnet, a cute, little jerk magnet though." She whispered to herself, "What a night." The rocker gave a husky laugh while finally strolling forward in the distance and out of sight.

The brunette growled as she watched Kansas angrily stomp off as well and away from her, she looked down for a moment before her head shot back up. "Shit! Dammit where did she go?" The wolf's eyes glowed yellow for a brief second as she frantically looked around to see if she could get a glimpse or scent of the one who helped her earlier, but with no avail, she was gone. Ruby sighed heavily, her mind still swirling with the events of this evening and how she wanted to just forget all about it, glancing up at the sky again, she looked off to the woods, and saw the full moon slowly rising in the distance. "Well I better get to the inn before granny blows a gasket." Ruby quickly made her way towards home, but why does she have a feeling that this night was far from over.

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"Oh, but Emma, we can't have you in messy pants, can we?" Regina asked. "And according to Mary Margaret, someone didn't use her little potty today." At this , the mayor got out a changing mat. "Thank you Henry, just let me know if you need help. For now, let's try pull-ups. But if she does it again, diapers. And yes, you two can go play. " Then Regina addressed the blonde, whispering "Miss Swan, I'm a littl surprised. Does Graham know about this too?"

(Text to Mary Margaret): "Well she could just be reluctant to potty train. Henry was the same way. I'm putting her in pull-ups for now, but waiting to see if she has another accident. Emma seems to be very fussy today. Have you noticed?"

"I don't need to use a training potty am an adult and as for the accident it was just a once in a lifetime thing, honest it won't happen again I don't need diapers or pull ups so give me my big girl undies back now." Emma replied and argued ready to make a run for it and again something stopped her she wasn't sure what it was. Henry rapidly got Emma in a pull up. "Am an adult Regina I don't play, and I can certainly take care of myself. Emma argued with the mayor but at her next wors the deputy blushed "N...Noo, please Regina don't tell him am begging you," she had never told Graham, but he seemed to think highly of her, so he chose to keep it a secret.

(Text to Mary Margert) "No it's not that see when she went to cut your apple tree, I gave her a spanking and told her that if she was going to behave like a child then I will treat her like one and now instead of using the bathroom like an adult I have her using a potty chair and she has to get me to take her potty, as for the pull ups yes that's fine if you think she needs diapers then thts good too but as for being fussy probably because she just wants to go or something."

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Hii can i request an emma swan x reader fic with prompt number 20 “i’m not playing truth or dare”. where they were having a party at granny’s and one of them offers to play truth or dare, the reader declines at first (prompt) but ultimately joins. while playing the game she was forced to admit her feelings towards emma. ty :)

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Pairing: Emma Swan x Reader

Synopsis:

As always, all of my fics are body and race neutral. This one is also gender neutral.

The Storybrooke police department was understaffed and overloaded. Running a town was hard enough between three people (Sheriff Emma and her deputies David and you) but the duties seemed doubled when all of its inhabitants had some sort of power. Often times it was not just the three of you working on a case. Regina still held her mayor title after the curse broke and Snow, Belle, and Killian were all heavily involved volunteers more than happy to help.

The most recent case involved a group of mischievous teenaged fairies leaving graffiti in hard to reach places and erasing all evidence of their existence on camera footage. It had taken way longer to solve than anticipated and the seven of you felt you more than deserved a reward. That's how you found yourself at Grannys on a late night, sharing two large pizzas and old Misthaven folktales and crappy jokes for the past hour or so.

"Hey, hey hey hey, everybody!" Snow exclaimed, tapping the edge of her plate on her glass to get everybody's attention.

You couldn't help but sigh. Emma was sat opposite you right in the middle of a story. Her hands were moving animatedly and she was telling you about the time Henry had tried on her heels as a joke and fallen flat on his face and knocked his tooth out. You felt bad for the kid for uncovering such an embarrassing secret about him, but you loved hearing Emma laugh. You loved hearing her tell stories. You loved the way she chewed the inside of her cheek when she was trying to remember something. You scowled in your mind as the two of you turned to face Snow.

"Let's play a game. Truth or dare! Come on!" She insisted, looking across the table to you and Emma.

To your left, Belle was explaining the game to famously old-fashioned Killian. Emma had drawn her eyes to them too and was gearing up.

"Who's going first?" She asked, looking back at her parents on the other side of the table.

"Well I'm not playing." You insisted, standing up from your seat.

You forced a yawn and looked down at your wrist, struggling to style it out as you realised there wasn't a watch there.

"I don't blame you," said Regina, shrugging and leaning back in her seat. "We've had a long day."

"Don't be such party poopers, you two!" Snow exclaimed, standing up.

Her stance was a little wobbly and the grin on her face a little too wide. As David reached up to her waist to steady her, you realised Snow was drunk.

You looked down at your team. David was only tipsy, whereas Killian was struggling to look Belle in the eye. Regina and Belle were sober but uncaring. Regina being too apathetic and Belle too kind to point out if you embarrassed yourself. The only person that you had to fear was the woman you pined for. Emma was hard to read. You'd drank with her before but you'd never seen her drunk. You supposed she wouldn't allow anyone to see that side of her. A cloud of purple smoke enveloped you.

"If I'm doing it, you are too." Regina said, appearing by your shoulder. "Sit down."

You let the bossy queen put you back in your seat and walk back to her own. After a lot of chattering on Snow's end, it was decided Killian should go first so he would get used to the game.

"Alright," he slurred, "I choose dare!"

He did not get any more sober as an hour flew by. You checked at your watch, thinking you had just narrowly missed the end of the game. It had mostly been Snow and Killian drunkenly daring each other random things that seemed a lot more rebellious in their heads, and Belle, David, and Regina giving one another truths to answer that seemed a lot more like bonding opportunities than really invasive questions. David had swapped seats with Killian long ago, and while you and Emma kept yourself occupied in conversation this whole time, you had felt the trio glancing at you and grinning.

Emma stood up, and immediately you asked, "are you leaving?"

She looked down on you and shook her head rapidly.

"No, no of course not. I'm not gonna leave you here with my drunk mom." She laughed, pointing to the direction of the bathroom instead. "I'll be really quick, see ya."

You briefly glanced over at the trio to find them staring at you shamelessly. You kept your eyes fixed on them, confused as they stared you down with massive grins on their faces.

"I might leave though. I'm a little tired and I just want to unwind tomorrow." You confessed.

Emma looked over to the group and back at you, nodding in understanding. She placed a hand on the wall beside you, leaning in to whisper something in your ear. You could barely contain your shiver as she spoke.

"You better get going then, you look like you're next." She said.

As she pulled away from your ear, she kept her face close, winking at you.

"I'll- you're right- I'll see you tomorrow, I hope," you mumbled as she stood up straight again.

"You got it, I- I hope I see you tomorrow too!" She said, mimicking your response awkwardly.

You assumed it was out of respect for you. You cursed yourself for how embarrassing you were. With a nod, she slipped to the bathroom and you grabbed your phone to check the time. A shadow covered the restaurant light that was cast on the table before you.

"You haven't joined in the game, Y/N." David pointed out, making Belle laugh.

"You guys have been barely playing the game either. Regina asked truth and you asked what her favourite colour was." You reasoned, subtly feeling for your car keys in your jacket pocket. "The only people really playing are Killian and Snow and they're drunk out of their minds."

Another shadow appeared on the table and you finally looked up.

"Truth or dare." Regina demanded, jingling your keys in front of you. "Then can go home."

You rolled your eyes, feeling another yawn coming up.

"Fine, truth."

"Wait!" Snow shouted, dramatically waving her hand over at Regina.

The group gathered around the drunken woman, except for Killian, who was also nowhere near sober enough to move. Lucky he was sat beside her so all he had to do was manage to turn his head to face her while she spoke.

David laughed at his wife's idea, and when you looked at him, he looked back to the group who all nodded at him.

"You have to do a truth and a dare if you want to go home."

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against your chair. Eh, what the hell? Drunk Snow would probably just make you have a shot yourself or do some dance one of the kids she taught had shown her. Who would record it? Killian?

"And then you give me keys back?" You asked, standing up and making your way over to the door.

"They're all yours. Now, truth AND dare. I pick truth!" Killian exclaimed, pointing a finger in your direction.

Regina raised an eyebrow at the pirate.

"We have to do the truth first anyway," Belle sighed, looking up at you once more.

A moment of silence captured the room.

"Well?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip. "Spit it out."

"Do you have a crush on Emma?" Snow blurted. "Do you have a crush on my daughter?"

"I-"

Your eyes darted around, taking in the ceiling, the floor, anything but them.

"I knew it!" Belle cried.

"I didn't even day anything!" You protested, placing your hand on the door.

"You said something alright... not with your words, but with your eyes." Regina chuckled, walking over to your side, dangling the keys in your outstretched palm.

"Now I pick dare." Killian mumbled, waving his hand over at Snow.

"Yes, I dare you to ask her out." Snow said, giggling wildly.

"Ask who out?"

Everyone's heads whipped around in the direction of the bathroom door.

"Emma- oh- what a nice surprise..." You mumbled, cringing at yourself for daring to speak.

"I thought you were leaving." She said, sitting back down in her seat.

You couldn't help but notice a crack in her voice, or the way she looked at you but not in your eyes.

"Uh uh uh," said Regina, grabbing your keys towards her and holding them to her chest, "not before you do the dare."

Emma couldn't look more uninterested. She looked down at her nails and pulled out her phone. Maybe she was upset you had accidentally lied to her about leaving. You couldn't imagine what else it could be. Well, upset or not, she was your ticket home so she'd better suck it up.

All eyes were on you as you called her name. She looked up at you once more, blank uncaring expression on her face.

"Will you go out with me?"

A relieved smile forced itself onto her face, she couldn't help it. Regina tossed your keys in your direction and you caught them in one hand. You breathed a sigh of relief. In all honesty you expected to miss and have to walk across the room for your keys in shame.

You didn't look at anyone but Emma. If you did, you would have felt more embarrassed than you already did.

"I'd love to." She replied, and a cheer vastly dominated by Snow and Killian erupted in the small diner.

You waited until it died down and pushed the door open.

"Great! That's great! Maybe here tomorrow morning at 10? Or- actually maybe not here- uh- you have my number I'll text you the details!" You said, before stumbling out of the diner and rushing to your car.

As you placed your hands on the steering wheel, you glanced once more inside the window of the diner. Emma was blushing now, shoving her mother away from her as she celebrated. Killian offered her his beer and she took a swig like it was water.

Biting back a smile, you switched on the radio very low, and drove home, mind spinning with all the ways you could plan the perfect first date.

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