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treatian · 3 years

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Breaking the Curse

Chapter 40: Risky Business

Finally, it happened. He knew about it before Emma did. That night, the night before her rescheduled arraignment, just after the sun had set, he received a call from the cousin watching Mary Margaret at the jail. He hadn't really heard from him, which was to be expected, all things considered. The poor bird had been sitting outside the jail for days, watching nothing happen. But finally, there was movement, and it was clear from his voice he was almost excited about it as he was. Mary Margaret had just left the station.

"I'm watching her right now. She just glanced out the front door, looked left and right, and then did a speed walk away, kept her head down the entire time. Has she been released? Do I call Emma?"

"No," he insisted with a smile. "No, I'll handle that. Follow her to the best of your abilities. If anything strange happens…let me know."

"Strange, Mr. Gold?"

"Strange."

He glanced at the clock. Still early in the evening, but Emma would no doubt have gone home for the day at this point. He could call her now, he supposed he could also call Jefferson, but he wanted absolutely no tie back to himself after this was over. He'd told Jefferson to be on the lookout; he had to trust that he was. This was going to be the risky part of this plot. This was the part that would require trust, something that he didn't do well, to begin with, but when it came to Jefferson…

There was a time he'd trusted Jefferson. To be perfectly frank, Jefferson had never done anything to make him lose that trust. He'd disappointed him, he'd turned his back on him, but he'd never betrayed him.

He wouldn't call Jefferson, he had to let him do what he did best, and all things considered, the less he knew about what was happening on his end, the better. But there was one thing that he had to set in motion. It was dark when Jeffry called him back to let him know he'd lost Mary Margaret. He'd followed her as far as the woods and then lost sight of her there. He ordered him to go home, take the night off, and be back at the jail by morning. He was optimistic that Mary Margaret would be there by then. Immediately, he turned and placed a call to Emma.

"Yes, I'd like to speak with Mary Margaret before her arraignment tomorrow; go over just a few last-minute details. Could you meet me at the station?"

She'd agreed quickly, and so as the sun set, he found himself waiting in his car when she pulled up in her own yellow bug. The two approached the front door, and that was first when Emma paused and looked at it. He could see what she saw. It wasn't a lot, but he could see the door sticking out, just by half an inch or so, something it wouldn't be able to do if the door was locked. He bit back a smile and instead put on his most innocent look. It didn't matter to him that she couldn't see him. He had a precise role to play.

"Something wrong, Miss Swan?" he questioned as she stared at the door. She didn't reply, just reached out for the door and gave it a small tug revealing what he already knew. "Do you always keep the station unlocked when there's a prisoner inside?"

"No…" she drawled, then flung the door open and stormed inside. He smirked before taking a breath and following her inside. He glanced at the door—a simple lock on the inside that could be unlocked simply by rotating a tumbler. No doubt Mary Margaret had done it herself on her way out.

"Henry! What are you doing here?" he heard Emma exclaim. His amusement dissipated into shock. Henry was here? He hadn't noticed that before, but sure enough, he looked up at Emma with a smile on his face all while he felt panic rise within him. Why was he here? He wasn't part of this plan. How well could he keep a secret from Regina? He wasn't ready for Regina to know yet!

"I came to congratulate you," she heard the boy state.

"For what?"

"Your genius plan."

He smiled at him over Emma's shoulder. "And what plan's that, Henry?"

But the boy was suddenly mute. His smile fell off his face, and he looked down at the book in his hands. He didn't think much of it. If he knew who he was, really was, then it was smart of him not to talk, especially given who he thought he might be. And, if he didn't want to talk, that was okay. He had other things he could be doing, like checking on the status, or lack thereof, of his client.

"Right," he muttered, moving around the boy to leave them alone. He hadn't planned on Henry, but there was still a job to be done, something in place. He had to take a risk that Henry wouldn't tell Regina too early, that his admission of a great plan meant he was on their side. He had to move this forward. So he rounded the corner and sighed in relief at the sight that greeted him. It was just as he had been told. There was her cell, bed made, nice and pristine, and there was the door, wide open, Mary Margaret nowhere in sight. Beautiful. "Sheriff, could you join me, please?" he called out in a concerned voice as he stared at the cell. Footsteps behind him told him both mother and son had arrived, and he made sure his face revealed only the proper amount of irritation and panic.

"She's gone," he stated.

"Henry, what did you do?!" Emma cried, moving around him to look at the cell.

"Nothing!" the boy shrieked. "She was gone when I got here."

"Her arraignment's tomorrow," he reminded Emma perfectly. "If she's not there…"

"She's a fugitive. Doesn't matter if she's convicted for Kathryn or not; she's screwed!" the Savior exclaimed, turning and taking off for her office. "I have to go find her before someone notices she's missing."

Someone…

"Oh, you mean Regina?"

"The arraignment's at eight A.M. I'm sure she'll be here bright and early to celebrate her victory," she properly assessed.

"Well, you have until eight A.M., then."

"Uh, what about me? How can I help?" Henry cried.

"Go home!"

"Emma…" but then Henry got close to her, whispered something to her that he couldn't quite hear, to which she quickly responded, "Not now, Henry. Come on." She placed her arm around the boy as if to usher him out, probably to drive him home before going out to search now that it was past dark.

"Miss Swan," he called out before she could get much further. She paused and turned to him, anxiety in her eyes. "I know time is of the essence, but if Miss Blanchard doesn't return…her future's in jeopardy. And if you're caught helping her, so is yours."

"I don't care," she breathed. "I'd rather lose my job than my friend."

He smiled once she was out of the office and looked back at the empty cell. Henry's unexpected entrance aside, this was going better than he'd hoped. The town thought Mary Margaret was guilty. Emma thought Regina was guilty. No one really knew that he had kidnaped Kathryn or that he was holding her captive for the right day. And now…Emma.

First, a confession she'd do what it took to make things right now a confession of undying loyalty toward a paragon of good no matter her own self-interest. All because she wanted to do what was right. Emma Swan was shaping out to be one hell of a Savior. He couldn't wait to see what she'd be like once she got some magic into her blood.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #mr gold #mary margaret blanchard #Snow White #Emma Swan #Henry Mills #Regina Mills #Evil Queen #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

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baelllamyblake · 6 years

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We’re In Space Now. ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Request : they are back in space (some time now) and she wants to make him feel a little better after losing Clarke but he's still mourning so Reader is really upset and screams at him that she is there, alive but lost and scared, she almost died when they got to the Ring and she left her father(Kane) behind without saying goodbye and needs her friend but he doesn't care and she misses him everyday and she loves him(more than friend) and it breakes her heart. She runs away and hides from him knowing that she won't be able to avoid him for too long but she's desperate so she's doing everything to not see him for days. She is not only mad at him but also ashamed that after years of friendship and secret love she finally she confessed her feelings. And Bellamy is worried as she starts to avoid everyone. So he forces her to conversation. Angsty but with happy ending? Thanks!

Word Count : 2,253

Warnings : Curse words & angst !

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“ This is going to be a long six years, Murph. “ You huffed out defeated, eyes peering down on the Earth simmering in fiery radiation. Everything you fought so hard for was crumbling apart into a silvery grey pile of ash. Murphy replied with a small hum as a instant sigh of boredom followed suit. “ I wonder how Bell’s doin’. “

“ Not so good, probably. He won’t stop beating himself up for leaving Clarke behind. “ Murphy spoke in almost a whisper, you were a slight edgy whenever Clarke was the subject of the conversation. The only way to describe the relationship between you and Clarke was that you both were different sides of the same coin.

You rushed into events with little to no thought, using just your raw intuition and desperate hope that it will turn out okay without ever giving a moment to think of the consequences. Clarke took a more logical approach to circumstances with good intention and the standards of her people stuck in mind. Yet, in the end, you both were just trying to survive in an environment where society was reduced to relying on nothing but your primal instincts and pure strength.

Your opposing personalities produced opposing views which resulted in constant disagreements on how to settle state of affairs. It was difficult to reach a compromise with her but you always managed to do so even if you had to swallow your dense pride and submit into Clarke’s wise decisions. Your ‘ partnership ‘ became truly solid when she told you to take care of everyone once you arrived to Go Sci Ring.

Personally, amongst the drama and chaos on Earth, Murphy thought that Bellamy didn’t deserve your undying loyalty and loving compassion during the times he began to set you on the back burner in order to rescue Clarke from the conflicts she wormed herself into. After all, Murphy was your confidant and you told him absolutey everything including how deep your feelings for Bellamy went. Maybe they went a little too deep.

Unbeknownst to you, his feelings for you went just as deep. You both exchanged brief glances or small nods whenever you worked with Clarke. It was only when he saved you from Mount Weather and the terrifying nightmares that followed after. Bellamy heard you shrieking in your sleep and rushed to your side, jolting you awake with a single shake. Tears were falling profusely from your eyes and all you did was wordlessly embrace him in a tight hug. Bellamy practically melted in your touch, his back muscles never felt so relaxed ever since you both landed on this shithole of a planet.

“ He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N. “

“ I think so too, Murph. “

“ I left her behind. “ Bell repeated for what felt like the thousandth time, his eyes were glued to the view out of the Ark. It had been two years since you left the ground, Bellamy had etched a notch into the steel wall for each day that passed. You stared at his remorseful features, unsure of what to say to comfort him yet anger bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

You just wanted to scream at Bellamy for being so oblivious. When was he going to realize that Clarke is dead? When is he going to realize that we will all have to move on eventually? When was Bellamy going to realize that you were so in fucking love with him?

“ I know but it’ll be okay. I’m with you, Bell. “ was all that came out of your mouth. It was like someone else took control of your motor skills and you were trapped within the confinments of your brain, watching on in painful heartache. He replied with a small nod and pursed lips, an obvious sign that your words went through one ear and out the other. You sighed out and silent stalked through the doorway, it was useless to try and lighten Bellamy’s mood.

Clarke played such a vital role in his time on Earth. How could you compete with someone like her?

He didn’t even notice you silently left until his body tensed up extremely and boisterous laughter could be heard echoing down the metal halls. Bellamy followed the sounds, it got ever louder with each step he took closer to the common room. Bellamy stopped in the doorway, you managed to make everyone laugh in these terrible times. It died down as soon as everyone acknowledge the presence of Bellamy, even your beautiful smile faded and your wide doe eyes averted to the floor.

It was almost like you made the group forget that a death wave displaced you of a home and killed nearly everyone you loved. Bellamy was the utter reminder that the group was going to live in space for six years and everyone you ever loved was dead. How relieving.

“ Come join us, Bellamy. “ Raven broke the awkward silence, a wave of her hand notioned him over to her side. What could you even talk about? How great the weather is? Do you come here often? This is stupid. He plopped down the bench seat, the room was so quiet that the droning hum of the Ark drowned out the sound of a pin dropping.

Everyone began to discuss different topics about the Ark while you and Bellamy sat silently, your eyes trained on the window while his were focused on you. You were upset but he didn’t know why. It was unlike you to not join in on the conversation, you had so much to talk about that you’d never ever get bored.

“ I’m going to go. I’m a little tired. “ You politefully excused yourself and everyone said their goodbyes except Bell, as expected. He was too busy daydreaming about the possibility of Clarke still being alive. You quickly dashed the halls as soon as you reared the corner, tears steadily welled up on your waterline.

You stopped at seemed to be a dead end before you moved one of the wall panels and sild through to a quiet wall space in the Ark. It was somewhat furnished with a couple pillows, blankets, a wobbly stool and books stacked upon it. Regardless of the interior design, it was all to yourself. You could cry as much as you want and no one would bother you until someone somehow found their way in.

You flopped onto the pile of pillows and blankets, the hanging tears finally falling down the sides of your face. God, this reality sucks. You would literally do anything to leave and go somewhere else. Your blood suddenly ran cold as you heard heavy footsteps and Bellamy’s familiar voice calling out your name.

“ Y/N? I want to talk to you, where are you? “ He questioned curiously, his tone rising and lowering as Bellamy peeked into room after room. You were nowhere to be found, it was like you disappeared like a ghost. You tried your hardest to be still as to not make a sound, you didn’t want to talk to him. No matter how much your heart scolded you too.

“ Hey, Y/N, how’re you holding up? Emori noticed that you haven’t been coming out of your room. “ Murphy queried concerned, his eyebrows were furrowed towards the ceiling. You happily hummed a response, completely faking as if you were okay when you weren’t. “ I’m worried about you, Y/N? Is Bellamy doing this to you? “

“ No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, Murph. It’s just the lack of oxygen getting to me again. “ You answered quietly, setting down the novel you were reading beside you. You mustered up the most genuine smile you could while looking towards Murphy. He could see right through your curtain of lies, it was like it was completely transparent. “ Really! “

“ I’m always here if you need me, Y/N. Just yell and I’ll be right here. “

“ I can always count on you, Murphy. “

“ I don’t get it, Bell! Why don’t you see that I’ve given up almost everything for you and you’re still so enveloped with Clarke? “ You huffed out angrily, your chest heaved slight while your blood slowly boiled in your skin. It was true, you had given up mostly everything to be with him. “ We’ve been friends for how long? You can’t even take a little time out of thinking about Clarke to talk to me or the rest of the group every once in a while. You’re just sitting here, moping and contemplating whether to take that drink. I didn’t get to say goodbye to my father and I almost died on my way up here. If I’ve already come to terms with that, I think you should be able too. “

“ At least you knew your father, Y/N. At least there was someone there to help protect you. At least you have someone who loves you! “ Bellamy barked back in your face, completely disregarding and avoiding the fact that he should move on but he just couldn’t. You groaned out defeated, why did Bellamy have to be so stubborn?

“ That’s not the point! You are the most fucking stupid person I have ever met and I hope you know that. You’re so desperate to find out whether or not Clarke is alive that you’re beginning to push away those who care about you. “ You bluntly stated, your true feelings about his situation finally came out. You exhaled a deep breath of your nose before you stomped out of Bellamy’s room, leaving him behind in the empty and cold. It left an ache in your chest but it had to be said, you refused to keep it bottled up any longer.

Bellamy’s hand balled into fists, his knuckles turning a ghastly white. His palm forcefully knocked some books onto the floor while his free hand ran through his hair in sheer stress. He scoffed loudly while his mind replayed your words. Bellamy wasn’t pushing anyone away, was he?

You retreated back to your nook in the wall, silent tears running down your face. You hadn’t come to terms with leaving your father, Kane, behind. You missed him dearly as he was your biggest supporter. The next best thing was Murphy but even then his advice wasn’t anything like your father’s. Kane would’ve told you that boys are icky and you shouldn’t talk to them ever. Thinking back to before shit hit the fan brought a content smile to your face, a sliver of hope even.

“ Leave me alone! “ You seethed furiously, your spine hit a dead end while your eyes burned with a forest fire. Bellamy blocked the way out with his brick wall like of a body. “ I don’t want to talk to you. “

You tried everything in your power to avoid him. You couldn’t face the reality of having a unrequited love with Bellamy. It actually physically hurt to think about it, a sharp pang of pain shot through your hands and chest to look him in the face. It was filled with desperation and perplexity.

“ Please, Y/N. Why are you avoiding everyone? Why are you avoiding me? “ Bellamy asked in an almost whisper, his voice cracking the middle of his sentences. The bags under his eyes were dark and his lips were more pursed than ever. You bit your lip, struggling to swallow your pride whole. Just fucking do it.

“ Bell, I’m ashamed of myself. You want to know why? It’s because I can’t seem to stop loving you. I fall harder and harder for you everyday and I’m scared of it. “ You admitted, tears immediatey prickling behind your eyes. The emotions were flooding out of you and drowning you along with them. You began to feel suffocated the longer you stood before Bellamy. “ You worry so much about Clarke and I’m dying for you to care for me like that. Sure, love is weakness on the ground but we’re living in space now. None of that matters anymore. “

“ Y/N, I- “ Bellamy tried to inject, only to be cut off by your palm whipping up to stop him.

“ Bell, I love you so much that I’m going to pop if I keep it to myself for four more years. “ You choked out, wiping your hot tears with your sleeve. Bellamy stood frozen, his mouth slightly agape in pure shock. It all came falling down on him. The fact that he was hurting you the whole time clamped down on his heart and ripped a giant piece away from it.

His feet took quick step towards you and his lips came crashing down onto yours. His warm hands cupped your face and his thumbs wiped away the stray tears. You stumbled on your feet from his sudden weight pressing onto you before you regained your balance.

Bellamy pulled away, sloppily wiping his lips while his chest heaved in hunger. He clasped your hand into his and peppered light kisses along your knuckles.

“ I’m sorry for being such a fuckin’ idiot, Y/N. I feel just the same way. Lovesick and completely terrified of it. Forgive me and I promise you that these four years will be the best of your life. “

“ Kiss me again, Bell. “

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