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Operation Holiday Makeover

Merry Christmas @delightfully-difficult-pirate !!! I hope you enjoy this little tale of a not so spirited Emma and her boys plight to bring her some holiday cheer. I tried to put in a few things we chitchatted about over the past month. It was fun getting to know you, shipmate.

Huge shout out to @hookedonapirate for helping me with beta services up until Christmas Eve. Thank you, friend! Thanks @cssecretsanta2k18 for putting together another fabulous holiday gift exchange.

Summary: Killian and Henry conspire to bring the joy of the holiday season to Emma after she confesses that she's never been particularly fond of Christmas.

ao3 ffnet Rated E 9k+ cut line inserted, promise!

“What’s the matter, love?” Killian asked his wife as he spooned her for warmth early one December morning. He loved the quiet moments they shared, which had increased with the new peace that had fallen over Storybrooke.

Moments earlier, he’d woken up freezing and gotten up to adjust the thermostat; he was convinced Emma was trying to recreate the ice wall temperatures inside their home. As he’d padded quietly back to bed, he’d noticed the first snow of the season falling outside the bedroom window, and he’d had to wake her for it.

As they’d watched the powdery flakes fall in heavy drifts, they’d been discussing the upcoming holiday. Barring any unforeseen treachery, they’d actually get to celebrate the holidays. Killian was curious as to where they would spend it, and who all would be involved. Just them, Henry, and her parents, or the extended family too? Gods forbid he have to share another holiday with the crocodile. However, when he’d broached the topic of this land’s traditions and customs, Emma had become quiet.

“Christmas just never meant that much to me,” she answered after a few moments. “I guess with being in a different home almost every year, it was just never special.”

“Aye, it wasn’t a big celebration for two orphaned boys aboard a ship of not so merry men, either.”

“It’s supposed to be a religious holiday, or it started as one before all the commercialization. But to me, it just seemed like a holiday to be with family and friends, and I didn’t have any of that.”

“But now you do. You have your son, your parents, me, maybe a wee one on the way someday soon,” he whispered the last part as he stretched his palm over her stomach. They had decided not to try to get pregnant, but to stop preventative measures against getting pregnant. They both figured it’d be any day now with the amount of time they’ve spent indulging in each other. “A full-blown family if ever I’ve heard of one, and more friends than you know what to do with.”

Emma’s heart ached just a little in her chest as she listened to his comforting words. She did have it all - great friends, a loving family, a doting husband and the prospect of a new life growing within her - so it was puzzling to her that she still felt that familiar tinge of melancholy. “You know what? You’re right, I think I need a holiday makeover.”

“A what?”

“A holiday makeover. I need a new outlook on the holiday season. You want to know about traditions and customs, and I have none. So let’s make our own.”

Emma turned over in his arms and looked at her husband with a childlike grin on her face. She cupped his face tenderly as the prospect of starting something new, with Killian by her side, and Henry and her family in tow, brought a huge holiday buzz to Emma’s heart.

Killian beamed back at her infectious smile and kissed the tip of her nose. “Amazing idea, Swan. What should we start with?”

“Well,” she said enthusiastically, “since it’s still dark outside, we should start by sleeping in. Not all of us willingly rise with the sun, pirate.”

Killian laughed heartily, he loved it now when she called him a pirate. With Emma, it no longer carried a negative connotation; it was more a loving endearment. “Aye, you get your sleep, love. I’ll tend to the Jolly.”

“But you’re so warm, don’t leave,” Emma whined.

“If you’d run the damn heat you wouldn’t need me for warmth,” he chided. “That’s why I’m up so bloody early, it was like an icebox in here. Besides, if I take care of her now, you won’t have to miss me later.” They’d planned to go out for a midmorning sail, but with the new snowfall that wasn’t going to happen.

“Just stay till I’m asleep?” she asked through a big yawn.

He knew he couldn’t deny her a thing, never could. “As you wish.”

Emma snuggled her naked body against his; they’d not bothered with clothes after making love late into the night. “Mmmm,” she hummed contentedly, “you’re like a big, fuzzy, furry blankey.”

“If you call me a furry blankey again I’m leaving,” he warned, though there wasn’t a trace of truth to his words as he snuggled around her more.

“Mm-mm, my blankey” she said playfully, before wandering off into sleep. Since she spent years with not always knowing where her next safe, comfortable place to sleep would be, Emma was out almost instantaneously when she had warmth and comfort.

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“Wake up, lazy bones.”

Emma predictably whined and turned away from her husband’s voice. “Too early.”

Killian jumped on the bed, making it bounce Emma into wakefulness. He crowded her space and planted a kiss on her cheek. “The sun has long since risen, you’ve gotten to sleep in, and our presence is requested at Granny’s in one hour, by your son.”

Emma snatched her phone from the nightstand to look at the time. “It’s not even eight in the morning. That is hardly sleeping in.” She tossed her phone on the nightstand and buried her head under her pillow.

“It’s 7:58 AM, and I was able to talk him into one hour. He wanted us there within the half hour, so how about you thank my negotiating skills instead of sleeping the day away?”

Emma swiftly wrapped herself around her husband’s frame and tackled him to his back. She held his hand and hook above his head, breasts swaying in his face as she straddled him and peered down at him through narrowed eyes. “Someone’s a little daring this morning, messing with me before my morning fix.”

“The coffee is already brewing, my love.”

Emma softly rubbed her bare core against where she was straddling him and smiled deviously. She bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth to soothe the sting, and could feel him hardening through his jeans. “Maybe I didn’t mean that kind of fix? You did negotiate an hour for us, did you not?”

Killian craned his neck to chase his wife’s lips, despite having his arms pinned above his head. It was one of his favorite things when Emma woke up needy and feisty. “I did.”

“And what did you have in mind to fill that hour?” She continued to lazily roll her hips over his, relishing the way she could turn his soft flesh to steel in mere seconds. “Were you really thinking of letting me sleep longer as you bartered for more time, or were you thinking dirty, filthy thoughts? Tell the truth… pirate.”

Killian’s cock twitched when she uttered the last word. So, she wanted the pirate to come out and play? “Make me.”

Emma’s eyes widened with lust as he challenged her. With a magical wave of her hand, she secured Killian’s arms above his head so he couldn’t touch her, and his feet to the bedposts so he couldn't move. After standing up and breaking all physical contact, she poofed away all his clothes so he was lying helpless, naked and hard. She wanted nothing more than to jump him and fuck him until neither of them could see straight, but he’d set forth a challenge, and she would win.

Killian swallowed thickly as he realized he couldn’t move. Tied down… in the good way, he pondered, and he knew then Emma was going to tease him mercilessly until he admitted what they both knew was true. He smirked at Emma as she sauntered around the bed, before climbing up on her hands and knees, and settling at his side. She was close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin, then she sat back on her haunches and spread her legs. Involuntarily he struggled against the magical restraint over his limbs when she bared her silky folds for his perusal.

Emma placed both hands under her breasts, feeling their weight before skimming her thumbs over her nipples. They immediately hardened under her touch sending a jolt of arousal to her core. “There’s no need to fight, I’ll let you free to do whatever that filthy mind of your wants, if only you admit that you begged more time from a child to have your wicked way with his mother.”

Killian inhaled deeply, a feeble attempt to control his lust, but all it did was flood his nostrils with her delectable scent. His eyes rolled back as they shut, and his hips bucked into the air, desperate to be buried, encompassed, touched, anything.

Emma cocked an eyebrow at him before sliding both hands down her body and resting them on her thighs. “Anything to say for yourself, pirate?”

Killian bit down on his lip, unwilling to give in so easily. Sure his cock ached painfully, but it was the right kind of pain. The kind of pain that would have him coming so hard Emma would feel his cum hitting her walls. “I’ve nothing to say to that end, lass. But you could come over here and sit on my face if you wish to see what else I can do with my mouth?”

“Wrong answer.” Emma moved her hands so one was spreading her lips and the other softly circled her clit. “Guess I’ll just have to make myself come. Too bad, I really did want to be fucked by a pirate.”

“It’s not too late,” Killian murmured huskily as he watched Emma’s fingers rhythmically massage her clit.

“Oh?” she asked ceasing her movement. “You’ll confess?”

“That’s not what I said, I said it’s not too late to be fucked by a pirate.”

“Mmmm, that wasn’t the deal.” Emma began again, and this time she placed two fingers at her entrance. Slowly she drove her fingers deep, watching as the man before her strained to be free of the restraints. His muscles twitched, and the line of his jaw clenched and unclenched as he fought between maintaining control and giving in. But his cock, the coup de grace, was so hard, veins straining against the silky skin, and his tip bright and glistening with precum. Before she realized it herself, she was hearing the sticky sounds of her arousal as she pumped her fingers faster.

A low humming emitted from deep in her chest, and Killian swore he was going to come without ever being touched. He watched avidly as his wife fucked her fingers, all while watching him. A sense of pride washed over him as a thought occurred to him. “I win.”

Emma ceased all movement when she heard his utterance. She glared at him for a second before asking, “What do you mean, you win?”

“You may be fucking your fingers, but you’re wishing it was my cock. I’ll still be the one getting you off, darling.”

Emma scoffed at his arrogance.

“Admit it, you’re imaging my cock slamming into you, over and over, hitting you in just that spot your fingers don’t quite stroke the same way.”

Emma narrowed her eyes at him. Of course he was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it. Instead, she plunged her fingers deep one more time, gathering more wetness, then she quickly wrapped her hand around Killian’s shaft.

“Fuck,” Killian growled at the contact.

A wicked smile stole her lips as she pumped his shaft, the slippery glide making him cry out in ecstasy. “You’ll be the only one making admissions today.” Emma stroked him flawlessly, paying special attention to his head, but the moment she felt the telltale spasming in his length as his balls began to constrict, she pulled her hand away completely.

Killian cried out at the sudden loss, a sizzle of pain slicing through his shaft and into his abdomen. His balls contracted painfully as his release was denied. He struggled against the restraint, desperate to jerk his own cock to completion. Throwing his head back against the pillow, he squeezed his eyes shut; there was no way he would win this battle.

His whole body jumped when he felt her hand squeeze the head of his cock before beginning to stroke him again. He wanted to tell her to stop, he knew she was going to edge him again, but damn, it felt so fucking good, and his brain was unable to overrule his head.

Emma grinned devilishly as her pirate husband fought and lost the battle to let her have her way. Her core clenched tight as she took pleasure in the way he strained, his beautiful body fighting a losing battle, and his cheeks a delicious pink from the exertion. She was soaked and needed him to yield, which was why she had resorted to these desperate measures. Once more she brought him to the edge, then mercilessly pulled him back. His desperate moans had her touching her clit as she watched her handiwork.

“Fucking hell, lass!” he roared, eyes squeezed shut, head thrust back into the pillow. Every muscle in his body jumped with anticipation, his heart rate doubled, and his breaths were jagged and loud, even to his own ears. His hips bucked into the air, seeking contact of any type. One more touch would bring him to completion. His mind was so jumbled he couldn’t decide if he loved this sweet torture, or hated it. Either way he needed her, now. “I yield!”

Emma clasped her hands together in front of her chest like a child about to get a present. “What was that?” she asked sweetly.

“You heard me, wench. I’ll confess,” he grumbled.

Emma threw herself on her stomach, head next to his chest, hands folded under her chin. She grinned like a cherub as she awaited his confession.

“Would you mind releasing me first?”

“What do you take me for? Confession first, pirate.” She smiled at him lovingly as she spoke.

“Smart lass,” Killian chuckled. “All right then, I admit it!” he said theatrically. “I, Killian Jones, did, of sound mind, coerce a child into more time, so that I, being the pirate I am, could have my wicked way with his mother.”

“And as for your dirty thoughts, Killian Jones?”

“Aye, there were many as I envisioned ravishing my beautiful wife, and I do not regret my choices.”

“And how did you plan to do that?”

“I planned to feast on your breasts while fingering your pretty cunt, and after, I would have made you come with my mouth, and then I was going to fuck you until you couldn't walk straight.”

“So, what are you waiting for?” she asked breathily as she waited for him to realize the restraints were lifted.

Killian immediately sprang forward and jumped on his wife, smothering her with rough kisses. When he felt Emma’s hand circle his cock, he pushed her hand away. “I’m afraid I’m so worked up, you will have me undone with a single stroke of that evil hand. I don’t wish to lose twice in one day.”

Emma acquiesced and threaded both hands into his thick hair as he began his worship. Bracing himself with his blunted arm, Killian eagerly nibbled his way down her neck, surely leaving marks in his wake. He rubbed her clit with a steady pace and feasted upon her breasts one at a time, just as he’d promised.

“Oh, Killian,” she moaned, “you make me feel so good, babe.” She was flushed with a beautiful shade of pink, slightly embarrassed at how quickly he’d brought her to her peak, just as he’d foretold, but also immensely titillated.

“I guess I’m not the only one worked up?” He smirked at her pink cheeks as she panted through her climax. Not wanting her to have a chance to recover, Killian slid further down her body until his face was nestled between her thighs. He chuckled when she jerked against his tongue as he licked along her dripping wet slit.

“Too much, hold on,” she cried.

“I believe turnabout is fair play, love.” Killian sucked her clit into his mouth and circled his tongue around the swollen flesh. Her cries of pleasure had him ready to burst, but he continued on with determination.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Emma whined as the overstimulation became too much. She needed him to stop, or she needed to come, as the building pressure was too much. Grabbing his hand, she guided it to her entrance, desperate for something to tip her over the edge. Ever thankful for how well he read her, she came the second he thrust two fingers inside her heat. Bearing down on his hand, Emma rode out her orgasm as he licked away her dripping arousal.

Silently thanking the heavens for how responsive Emma’s body was to his, Killian moved up her frame and lined himself up at her swollen entrance. “I’m not going to last long, Swan. The promise to fuck you until you can’t walk straight will have to wait.”

Emma brushed her hair back off of her sweaty face, “That’s okay, we’re on a timeline anyway.” She chuckled lightly before extending her hand around his neck and bringing his lips to hers. Tracing the seam of his lips, she moaned softly when his tongue slid into her mouth at the same time his cock plunged into her depths. “I love the way your cock fills me up, babe.” Emma palmed his backside with one hand urging him to move, and caressed his earlobe with her other.

Killian grunted as her post orgasmic walls sucked against his cock. Think of anything except for how good it feels, mate, he implored himself. The way Emma squeezed his arse as she met him thrust for thrust, and tugged at his earring was not helping in his plight to stay the course for a little bit longer.

It was not an exaggeration - his cock felt magnificent each time he penetrated her - but Emma could tell he was struggling to stave his release and she suddenly felt horrible about edging him. He’d already made her come twice, and was holding out for a third, which had to be painful given his need to come. “Don’t hold back, Killian, come for me.”

Killian was lost to the cause when Emma whispered to him before biting down on his earlobe. He came with a groan, hot and thick, painting her walls as their combined releases mixed and spilled down her thighs. He slammed home erratically and a shiver wrested his whole body as he savored the previously denied thrill that now blazed from the tip of his cock, into his balls and all the way through him. Breathing raggedly, Killian slumped against her as a feeling akin to fatigue set in.

“Did I tire you out?”

“All that fucking torment and teasing,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “You’re so bleeding brilliant when you let that depraved mind play.”

“Depraved?”

“Aye, lass, depraved, and I love you for it.” Killian wished he’d asked Henry to change the plan to a lunch meeting now that he was lying naked and sated in Emma’s arms.

“Maybe Henry would meet us for lunch instead?”

Killian chuckled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“When did you talk to him anyway?”

Killian lifted himself from the warmth of her body so they could get cleaned up. “He was already at the Jolly when I got there, seems he had the same notion to close her up with the nasty weather.”

“Wow, that seems… overly helpful for a teenager.” Emma started the shower, then threw her hair into a bun so she could wash quickly and not worry about catching her death with wet hair on the way to breakfast. After all they’d survived, it’d be a shame to die of hypothermia.

“Well, I may have told him the old girl would be all his come this summer if he wishes to take a certain friend sailing.”

“A certain friend?” she questioned while stepping into the shower.

“Some lass from school he can’t seem to stop talking about.” Killian stepped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, waiting for the onslaught of questions.

“What? He hasn’t said a word to me!” Emma turned around and broke from his embrace. Placing her hands on her hips in a very assertive way, she gave him a look that was part hurt and part resigned. “I mean, I know I’m his mom, and I’m a girl, but still. He hasn’t mentioned… anything. What’s her name? What does she look like? Is she sweet, does she go to his school? Are they in the same grade? Who are her parents? Why is he hiding all this from me?” Emma’s voice became higher pitched and her words sped up as she got worked up over not knowing about her own son’s crush. This was the second time, and she wasn’t even the Dark One anymore, so why would he hide it from her.

“Easy, love.” Killian pulled her back against his chest, his blunt arm holding her waist solidly as he rubbed her back soothingly with his right hand. “Henry is not hiding anything from you. He just hasn’t told you about her yet. It’s nothing personal, I imagine most teen boys would rather talk to another male when it comes to matters of the opposite sex.” He leaned back and cupped her cheek. “If you’d like, I can tell him he should talk to you about these things.”

Emma laid her cheek heavily in his palm. Of course he would do that for her. “No, Killian, I don’t want you to do that. I love that he has you to confide in, that he trusts you.” Tears welled in her eyes as she realized Henry wasn’t her little boy anymore; he was their young man, and he needed a man to talk to, not just a mom.

“He trusts you too, Emma. It has nothing to do with trust and everything to do with a boy and his crush. It’s guy talk.”

Emma let Killian comfort her. Leaning into his embrace once more, she circled her arms around him. “I love you, Killian. And Henry is so lucky to have you for a stepdad.”

Holding her under the hot spray of the shower, Killian pondered the word, stepdad. It always filled him with a sense of awe and pride. Anyone could father a child, as was proof where his own father was concerned, but to be a stepdad and be chosen as a father figure was very meaningful to him. Killian and Emma shared a tender kiss, one that spoke of deep love, before washing and readying to meet the subject of their full hearts.

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“Hey, kid,” Emma greeted Henry, who was already sitting in a booth at Granny’s with drinks ordered.

“Morning mom, Killian,” he greeted cheerfully as they scooted into the seat across from him.

“Morning again, lad. So what’s this meeting all about?”

Henry leaned across the Formica table top conspiratorially. “A new operation.”

Emma’s eyes darted around the diner as she too leaned in. “What’s going on? Who’s in trouble? Or is the whole town in trouble?” Her son had the audacity to laugh at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing so serious, mom. I want to call it Operation Happy Holidays.”

Emma turned to Killian and cocked her head, curious if her husband had spilled about their early morning conversation. He didn’t look at her, but instead sipped the coffee that had been ordered for him while his cheek and ear flushed under her gaze.

“Operation Happy Holidays, huh? Why do we need an operation to make the holidays happy?”

“Well, a couple people inspired the operation, but the reasons are really about the same. This is the first Christmas where we don’t have the threat of some evil villain or another distraction from the holiday. It’ll be Killian’s first Christmas with us as a family, and Mom’s first Christmas without Robin. And, Mom, it’s your first real holiday since coming to Storybrooke where you’re not being called upon as The Savior. We could actually focus on making family traditions this year. I think both my moms could use it.”

Tears had formed in Emma’s eyes as she listened to her son. “How did I get such a great son?”

Henry shrugged his shoulders, making light of the situation. “Just lucky, I guess.”

After placing their orders, they got down to the planning phase of the operation. “So just what and who does this operation include?” Killian asked.

Henry smiled and raised his eyebrows, excited that he’d been asked. “Well,” he started, picking up a small journal from next to him and placing it on the table, “I’ve put down some ideas for family gatherings, and wanted to get your input on them and your ideas for other things to include.”

Flipping open to his notes, Henry slid the book across the table for Emma and Killian to peruse. Page one was appropriately titled Operation Happy Holidays, and below was a list of possible traditions, along with which people to invite.

“This is quite the list you have here, Henry. Have you spoken to any of the other guests?” Killian asked.

“I’ve mentioned some of it to Grandma, and she has agreed to help me with logistics and guests. She’s kind of really good at the group organizing thing.”

Emma chuckled at the understatement, because her mother had a knack for twisting the arms of any person, no matter how tough, without a falter in her sweet smile. And she’d have them thanking her for making them see things her way. “What is a progressive dinner party?”

“It’s where you have drinks, appetizers, dinner, and dessert, but each segment of the meal is held at a different house over the course of the evening.”

“That sounds rather entertaining.”

“The idea is that one person doesn’t have to slave over the entire meal, and you get to enjoy the holiday spirit at each family’s home.”

“And who all would we invite to this event?” Emma asked.

“Well, I was thinking this would just be for the people who host. My suggestion would be drinks and appetizers at your house, dinner at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and dessert at mom’s house.”

“You don’t think I can cook the main course?” Emma narrowed her eyes at her son.

Henry grinned nervously before Emma let him off the hook by proclaiming that she loved the idea.

It was quiet for a few moments when their food arrived and they ate hungrily. Emma wondered what it would be like to attend an actual party with the whole town of Storybrooke - one of Henry’s events. The kid had come up with some great ideas for that as well, a toy drive, and a karaoke fundraiser where you bid money to hear another person sing, and if you pay the right price, you could even pick the song. As an added bonus, if other’s really wanted to see the nominee sing, they could add on to the initial donation, which was especially helpful when a person did not want to sing. Emma would pay damn good money to see Rumple sing Barbie Girl. All proceeds and gift donations would be going to the Convent of the Sisters of Saint Meissa, where Blue would oversee distribution.

Killian was already thinking about what he’d be making for the recipe contest lunch, which would be a smaller event of family and close friends. He was competitive by nature, so to win this recipe contest among the women in their circle of friends, who would be presenting their best dishes, would bring him great joy

“No fish.”

“What?”

“No fish for the recipe exchange, or you’ll lose Mom’s vote, and mine,” Henry answered.

Killian rolled his eyes, a trait that had rubbed off from Emma. “Uncultured swine,” he muttered.

“Hey! I didn’t say anything.”

“Aye, love, but you know the boy is right.”

“I like fish,” she argued, “it just probably wouldn’t get my vote over Mom’s Beef Burgundy or Regina’s lasagna.” She looked at Henry with an evil smile, “Or even frozen Brussel sprouts.” She and her son both burst into laughter, enjoying the chance to rib their favorite fish loving pirate.

“Laugh away, family, you’ll both be eating crow when I win this thing.”

They laughed at his idiom turned pun, and Emma rubbed his shoulder. “I’ll love anything you make, babe.”

“Ugh, enough lovey dovey crap. What do you guys think?”

Emma made a point of placing several loud smooches on Killian’s cheek, just to rile Henry a bit before answering her son. “So we have a full blown holiday party, a progressive dinner, a cook-off, and what were the last two?”

“Shop till we drop, and a cookie and White Elephant gift exchange.”

“What is a White Elephant gift exchange, lad?”

“In a White Elephant gift exchange, each person brings a wrapped, unmarked gift and places it in a designated area. Guests draw a number as they arrive, and they select gifts in that order. The catch is, you can steal gifts,” Henry explained.

Emma and Henry watched as Killian’s eyes lit up, and that signature eyebrow climbed his forehead.

Emma expounded on the rules where Henry left off. “On the first turn, the person assigned with number one picks out a gift and opens it so we can all see what it is. On the second turn, the person assigned with number 2 gets the choice of stealing the first person’s unwrapped gift or choosing a wrapped one from the pile. If two steals one’s gift, then one must choose and open a wrapped gift again. There are more rules about how many times a particular gift can be stolen, and when it can be stolen in a round, but you know the general idea now. So, what do you think?”

“It sounds like a pirate gift exchange to me, I like it. And you know how I love my cookies, so a cookie exchange sounds delicious.” Killian patted his stomach for effect.

Henry beamed at the acceptance of his holiday ideas. “And what about shopping till we drop? I suggest the Maine Mall. We could make a trip out of it. Head to Portland, shop all day for all of our Christmas needs. Grab dinner and see the city lights, then head back home.”

Killian looked at Emma; they were able to do that silent communication thing almost as well as her parents now. The look on his face said he was game if she was. The look on Emma’s face said, if we must. Shopping was definitely not one of her favorite pastimes, but if it meant spending time with her husband and son, she was on board. “Is anyone else invited to this particular event?”

“I was thinking it would be just the three of us. I mean Grandma and Mom have had their holiday shopping done for weeks now.”

“Then how about we go today?” Emma suggested. Both the men in her life gave her a nod of approval.

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“I’m exhausted,” Emma whined as Killian and Henry dragged her to their final destination, as they had called it. They each had armfuls of bags, and had been at this shopping thing for six hours. Who knew a teen boy and a centuries old pirate would both out shop the only woman in the group. “Why are we standing in a line?”

“Pictures with Santa,” Henry exclaimed.

Emma opened her mouth - to say what, she wasn’t sure. Snapping it shut, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed in contemplation as she debated what it was she was really thinking. Her first thought had been, we’re too old for pictures with Santa. But perhaps that was her inner cynic, as the next thought that came was undoubtedly her melancholy self, I don’t have any pictures of Henry with Santa. The final thought that came was, I’ve never taken a picture with Santa. Emma realized, as her husband and son stood to stare at her, waiting for some sort of response, that she really and truly did want to take a picture with Santa. “Let’s do it!”

The joy in her tone made Killian’s heart melt. He had no idea why taking a picture with a man in a red velvet suit would make his family so merry, but Henry had said it would be key in their little operation. Operation Happy Holidays was actually Operation Holiday Makeover, which had been put into action bright and early that morning when Killian had called upon Henry. Together, they had set out to get Emma into the Christmas spirit, after she’d confided her lack of holiday cheer in the wee hours of the morning. Killian could plan some things, but he had wanted Henry’s input for the intricacies of the holiday season - things he might not know about, like pictures with Santa and progressive dinner parties, as it were. Plus, Henry would be able to enlist all the help from others, and then Emma wouldn’t feel embarrassed, like it was only because of their discussion.

“So who’s going to sit on Santa’s lap?”

“Forget it, Mom. I’m way too old for that.”

“We are way older than you, kid.”

“Yeah, but I’m a teenager, you guys are the kind of old that makes it ironic, or witty or whatever, so my vote is for Killian to sit on Santa’s lap.”

Emma laughed out loud at the thought, unsurprised that her husband was more than willing.

“If it is your wish to see me sit on another man’s lap, then so be it.”

The photographer had a different idea, though, when the trio stepped up to the dais. First, he had them all set their multitude of bags down, then the whirlwind directing began. “Okay, Mom, you are going to sit in front of Santa, between his legs. Young sir, you’ll be sitting to her right, and Dad, you’ll be on her left. Mom, knees up, hands folded neatly around them. Dad, right arm behind mom, lean into her and kiss her cheek, young sir, left hand behind mom, lean into her, and head on her shoulder.”

Let it never be said that the family Swan-Jones-Mills could not follow instructions. “Okay, smile, and one, two, three. Okay, for the next one, Dad, you look forward, lean your head in toward Mom. Young sir, head up, all of you looking at the camera. And one, two, three. Last one, here we go. Santa, mistletoe overhead, Mom turn to Dad, Dad turn to Mom, now lay one on her!”

Henry looked over at the two of them, appalled by their PDA, and before he knew it, the camera had snapped one final shot.

“See, what I did there, young sir? I didn’t even have to direct you, your natural response to your parent’s love was priceless!”

They got up from their positions, a little whiplashed from the rapid fire directing. Killian was trying to hide his sappy emotions over being referred to as Dad; no one had corrected or argued against it, and it felt like the most natural thing. Henry was trying to wipe the image of Killian and his mom smooching in front of a mall full of people, and Emma’s smile lit up her whole face as she likened the feeling in her heart to the Grinch’s heart growing three sizes.

❄❤❄

“Thank you for today.” Emma walked up behind Killian as he finished brushing his teeth, and wrapped her arms around him. “It was a perfect day, and I love our picture.”

They’d decided on the collage print with all three pictures and even paid the exorbitant fee for a frame right there. It now proudly hung on one of the walls in the living room. Emma had realized as soon as it was hung that they needed many more pictures - family pictures. They didn’t have to be professional either; she just wanted to fill a wall with memories. First thing tomorrow, she would ask her mom for a copy of that stupid picture she’d taken of her and Killian on their first date, like it was prom or something.

“Why are you thanking me, love? That was all your boy.” He eyed her hungrily as her touch woke his body. She was clad in nothing more than a thin, white tank top and pink cotton panties.

Her hands roamed his stomach and up to his chest until her fingers carded through his chest hair. “I’m not stupid, Killian. I know you had a hand in this too.”

“Only the one,” he jested, holding his hook up and waving it in the mirror. He grinned sheepishly. “Are you upset?”

“That you and Henry have planned my holiday makeover… together? Of course not.” Emma got on her tiptoes and nuzzled Killian’s neck. “It’s the sweetest thing ever.”

Killian hummed softly as Emma teased her teeth and lips along his neck and up to his ear. “Anything for you, my love.”

It was easy to fathom just how much she loved him, especially when he said things like that. Without a word, Emma led him away from the vanity and over to their bed. She pushed him gently to his back and climbed on top of him. They made out like teens before making love, slowly worshipping each other.

Idly tracing her pointer finger through Killian’s chest hair while lying quietly in the aftermath, Emma reflected on the day they’d had and the days to come. “So what is our schedule of events over the next week?”

“Well, let’s see. Tomorrow you have that pesky thing called work, so the lad and I figured we’d use the day for prep and planning. I have to get groceries for the cookie exchange, the dinner, and the cook-off, Henry will be working on something called Evites for the different festivities, as well as a schedule for Christmas Eve and Christmas day.”

“What kind of schedule?”

“Working out when he will be with Regina and when he will be with us. I hope you don’t mind, but I told him to let Regina have her choice.”

Emma’s eyes crinkled at the corners and a full smile graced her lips. “How were you ever a feared pirate captain?” she asked rhetorically. “You are just the sweetest, of course I don’t mind.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t always this sweet.”

“You cook, bake, clean, plan dinners and parties, have a BFF who’s a real prince, and a kid who thinks you’re pretty cool.”

“I guess a full heart changes a man, love can do amazing things.”

Emma planted a chaste kiss upon his serene smile. “Love you.”

“And I you, Emma.”

After Killian finished telling her the plans for the rest of the week, along with his intent to win the cook-off and bake the best cookies, they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

❄❤❄

“Our guests will be here any minute, how does it look?”

Emma looked around her festively decorated home. Her husband and son had definitely gone all out; it was the prettiest decorating she’d ever seen. So, maybe she was a little biased, but she’d actually cried when she’d come home from work yesterday to find her home completely made over into a winter wonderland.

“What’s the matter love, you don’t like it?”

“Mom, is everything okay?”

Both boys had rushed to her side to see what could be wrong. Emma just stood there shaking her head and covering her mouth with silent tears falling down her cheeks. After a moment, she was able to take in a steady breath. “I love it,” she said reverently. “Almost as much as I love both of you.” She pulled her boys into a fierce hug, hoping they could feel her love as much as she could feel theirs.

“It looks perfect, Killian. And it smells wonderful, I think we’ve put together a pretty impressive spread.”

Somehow, just the small family gathering had been leaked, and there were a few more guest on the list of attendees. While Belle had declined for her family stating that they were taking their toddler to have photos taken with Santa, Granny, along with her visitors Ruby and Dorothy would be there, as well as Leroy and Blue who’d decided to give their romance another shot.

Henry opened the door when the first guest arrived, only to find that everyone had arrived all at once. Choruses of hellos, happy holidays and how are yous were exchanged, along with surprised hugs from Ruby and Dorothy.

“It smells delicious,” David said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “What’d you make, Killian?” he asked, sidling up to his buddy.

“Ahem,” Emma interjected dramatically. “Don’t you mean, what did we make?”

“Oh, who are you kidding, Miss grilled cheese and onion rings for every meal?” her mother teased.

“Hey! I can cook.” Emma folded her arms over her chest defensively. “Just because I don’t do it, doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“Maybe just tell us which ones you made and which ones the pirate made,” Leroy suggested. “That way we can save ourselves,” he snarked.

“Be nice,” Blue chided him.

“I’ll have you know Emma is a very talented cook, dwarf,” Killian replied.

The group headed toward the dining area where Emma and Killian had set up the food on colorful holiday dishes and chafing trays for the hot appetizers. There were flutes of champagne for the adults and sparkling cider for Henry and his toddler uncle. They toasted to the normal things, like health and happiness, and the not so normal, like staying curse and monster free.

Emma received several compliments on her unknown cooking ability, Killian preened about the attention his and Henry’s holiday decor received, and Henry just sat back and beamed at the success of the second phase in Operation Holiday Makeover. It was a rare treat to see both his moms happy and laughing. The evening was a whirlwind, from appetizers at the Swan-Jones home, to Dinner with the Nolans, and Dessert at Regina’s place.

Henry stayed the night with Regina, while the rest of the dinner party left to walk their separate ways around eleven that night.

“Tonight was so much fun!” Emma enthused as they walked down the street toward home. “I can’t wait to see what the next holiday themed adventure brings.” The temperature had to be in the low twenties as they walked arm in arm. Emma was bundled as usual, and Killian had on all his brand new winter wear that Emma had bought so he wouldn’t freeze this winter while out on patrol.

“I am so glad you enjoyed it, love.” Killian pressed a kiss to the tiny bit of skin that showed between her beanie and her scarf. His heart was achingly full as his wife chatted animatedly about how much her spirits had already lifted. And of course seeing Henry get to enjoy both his moms at the same time was monumental; Killian’s own eyes had lit up at the way Henry’s eyes had been lit up. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tight as a shiver coursed through her small frame. “I promise to warm your body the second we get home.”

“Mmm, I like that promise.”

“First, I shall turn on the heater,” he teased in a grand voice, as if he hadn’t been promising to ravish her until she was overheated, “next, I will start a fire, and then, I’ll even run you a hot bath.”

Emma elbowed him in the side as he laughed at his own joke. “You better be joining me in that bath, I think I need some skin to skin body heat.”

“As you wish,” he promised.

❄❤❄

Emma was woken to the sound of a cursing pirate. Rising from bed, she threw on panties, slippers, and a robe, then padded downstairs to see what the ruckus was all about. She silently watched Killian as he worked over the stove. He was bare, save for a pair of thin gray sweats; he didn’t even have on his hook and brace. A smile blossomed on her lips as he mumbled to himself, adding ingredients, stirring, flipping and tasting his creations. Silently sliding up behind him, Emma wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled his ear. “Something smells delicious.”

“That would be my pan seared scallops with lemon and garlic pasta.”

“I wasn’t talking about the pan seared scallops with lemon and garlic pasta.” She kissed along his neck smiling when he shivered.

Killian turned around in her arms with a boyishly happy smile and kissed her senseless. “Good morning, Swan.”

“Morning, babe. So how long does this have to cook for?”

“It’s nigh ready.”

“Killian, it’s nine in the morning. That’s not going to keep until lunch at one.”

“It doesn’t have to, these are just my practice batches.”

“As in more than one?”

“Aye, I need to find the right temperature and time to sear these tender morsels. If they go rubbery I shan’t have a chance of winning.”

Rolling her eyes, Emma peaked around her husband to see three pans, each with three scallops sizzling lightly. “And where am I supposed to cook my practice batches?”

Killian belly laughed at that and squeezed her closer. “You and I both know you have no intention of cooking more than you have to.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes at him before attacking him with kisses. Emma let her hands roam freely over his bare chest and further down his body.

Killian backed her up until her butt hit the table and leaned against her, pressing his erection against her belly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to distract me from my pursuit of the perfectly pan seared scallop.” Killian pulled away from her lips and raised his eyebrow smugly. “Luckily, I happen to know you are insatiable and powerless against my prowess.”

Emma scoffed, “Your prowess?” He was so infuriating when he was right, and he smiled that annoying I’m right smile and cocked that knowing eyebrow. “It just so happens I was eager to wish you good morning. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to… I have other things to attend to. Some of us don’t need practice with our recipes,” she pouted.

“To hell with the scallops,” Killian murmured as he picked up their makeout session right where it had left off. Lifting her at the hips, he set her on the table and situated his body between her legs. “I’d much rather practice jabbing you with my sword.”

Emma laughed right into his mouth as he kissed her and said, “I love you, Captain Innuendo.”

“And I you, my pouty princess.”

❄❤❄

Around one, the ten participants, as well as all the dwarves and fairies, converged at Granny’s who had offered to host the event at the diner. Everyone was starved as the great recipe cook-off dishes were revealed. There was an awkward pause where everyone held their breath when Killian and Gold each proudly unveiled their dishes… pan seared scallops with lemon and garlic pasta.

“Hey, great minds think alike,” David said, attempting to diffuse the situation.

As Gold muttered under his breath, Killian shot David a look that said he must be out of his mind if he thought Killian’s mind was anything like the crocodile’s. Turns out the two had come further than anyone thought though, as they each eventually chuckled at David’s joke.

Everyone formed a buffet style line and helped themselves to each dish. Part of the game was providing the recipe for your dish, so each station had a stack of recipe cards in case anyone wanted to make the dish themselves. They sat and ate and visited, discussing everything holiday related - who was ready for the holidays, who still needed to shop, favorite decorations, the best part of the season, what each family was doing for the big day, and so many more subjects.

When it came time to vote, there were ten dishes to choose from. There was Emma’s pulled pork and mac and cheese, David’s shepherd’s pie, Mary Margaret’s Beef Burgundy, Regina’s lasagna, and Ruby’s spicy chicken enchiladas. There was also Dorothy’s deep fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, Belle’s French onion soup in a bread bowl, Granny’s patty melts with onion rings, and of course Killian’s and Gold’s scallop dishes, which probably wouldn’t garner a single vote, as no one was going to pit them against each other - not even for something as trivial as a cook-off.

It turned out Emma Swan and her family and friends were exceptionally competitive. As the votes were being read aloud, there were accusations of using catered food, nepotism, favoritism, food sabotage, and even ballot tampering.

“My scallops were definitely better than the Crocodile’s,” Killian said as they clamored into the bug, once the lunch was over.

“Does it really matter, when I have this?” Emma asked smugly, holding up the first place plaque that Henry had asked Marco to fashion special for the event. Her husband sulked as he sat in the passenger seat, undoubtedly cursing Gold for the loss. “Oh babe, of course your scallops were better. You cooked them to tender perfection. But what’s most important is, I won the cook off, I won the cook off,” she sing songed as she danced around in her seat.

“Bad form,” Killian grumbled.

Emma shifted into first gear then placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly. “I’m just teasing. Plus you have a chance at redemption since my overly competitive family decided to make the cookie exchange a tournament of cookies. You should call Gold, you know, to make sure your great minds don’t think alike this time.”

Killian scowled at her while pulling out his phone. He was going to find the best damn cookie recipe and win the competition.

❄❤❄

Emma and Killian sat in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth of a crackling fire and the soft glow of their Christmas tree lights. Today they had wrapped gifts and prepared the house for Christmas with Henry. He was with Regina tonight and tomorrow morning, then he would spend the rest of the day with them. They’d spent this particular evening, Christmas Eve, at her parents home where they’d played cards, exchanged gifts, and eaten a meal fit for royalty. Killian was currently having a full on conversation with his present, an Amazon Echo, while Emma was sipping on a peppermint hot chocolate and reading the instructions for her new Nespresso Lattissima One. They were indulging in the quiet peace of the late evening after the flurry of activity the past couple days.

Killian had in fact won the cookie exchange tournament. The entries were anonymous to avoid favoritism of any type, and the panel of judges was comprised of the dwarves. They each received a plate with one of each cookie, and a scoring sheet. The cookies were judged on three categories - flavor, texture, and aesthetic. No one could resist scoring Killian’s hook shaped - which took away the anonymity - sugar cookies a perfect ten in the aesthetic column, making him the winner by a landslide. He’d gone all out with silver and black buttercream frosting for the hook, and red and green frosting for a holly sprig to adorn each one.

When Emma had asked him about the holly sprig, he’d explained to her that holly was a symbol of Yule, a holiday that some celebrated many years before, in the Enchanted Forest. He’d told her some people had used it to decorate doors, windows, and fireplaces, as it represented love and hope, and its prickliness was believed to capture or ward off evil spirits before they could enter a home and cause harm. He’d gone on to say that it was a masculine element, and the red berries represented potency, to which she’d requested he show her what type of male potency holly berries represented. He’d obliged willingly, of course. Three times.

The holiday party had been a huge success. They’d raised a pretty penny for the orphans at the convent, and Emma had even seen to it that Gold had to sing Barbie Girl, or cost the convent a grand in donations. Killian had laughed until he’d cried watching the Crocodile perform, and it wasn’t that the man couldn’t carry a tune, but the song was so damn ridiculous. When Gold had tried to turn the tables by nominating Killian to sing Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me), Killian had gone out of his way to ham it up and rock the house. Just about everyone had taken a turn signing for the good cause.

“Dance with me.”

“Hmmm,” Emma hummed as she looked up at her husband, who had stood up and was offering her his hand.

“Let’s dance.”

She placed her hot chocolate on the table next to her and took his hand, allowing Killian to sweep her up into his arms and around the room. He had Christmas music playing on the Echo as they twirled around the room. He stopped them under the mistletoe each time they passed under it and made sure to kiss her thoroughly.

Silent Night began playing as they stood under the mistletoe, and Killian held Emma in a close embrace and swayed gently to the slow song. Emma’s body shook in his arms and he leaned back to see what she was doing. “Why the tears, love?”

“I’m just so happy, Killian. This has been the best Christmas ever, thank you for making me fall in love with the holiday season.”

“Here, I thought you were in love with me all this time.”

Emma snort laughed through the happy tears and slapped his chest. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. I love you, Killian, so much.”

“I love you, Emma. Merry Christmas.”

#cssecretsanta2k18 #@delightfully-difficult-pirate #cs ff #cs fan fic #cs canon divergent #captain swan #csss2k18

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harper-hook · 7 years

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Relationship Questions | Jay and Harper

Who is more affectionate?

Jay, 100%. He’s naturally very flirty and even though they’ve been dating for almost a year and a half, he still makes Harper blush like crazy when he kisses her unexpectedly. She, of course, blatantly denies this.

Most common argument?

They argue when Jay flirts with other girls, especially princesses. It’s not just about him flirting, it’s Harper threatening whoever Jay was flirting with afterwards.

Who apologizes first?

It depends. Sometimes Harper will apologize for overreacting and not trusting Jay. Other times it’s Jay who’ll apologize for making Harper feel insecure. They don’t stay mad at each other for any longer than a few hours.

Favorite non-sexual activity to do together?

They both workout together. They’ve recently gotten into indoor rock climbing. Harper’s really fast and it usually ends up as a race to the top, Harper taunting Jay the whole way up.

Who drives and who rides shotgun?

When they got to Auradon, they were both really excited to learn how to drive. Harper passed her written exam fine but when it came to the actual driving, she tried to steer while wearing her hook. She failed obviously and just never tried again, saying she preferred to steer the ship. So now she plays navigator in the shotgun.

Who is more likely to carry the other?

Jay! It doesn’t take much to set Harper off so it isn’t uncommon to see Jay carrying Harper around by the waist while she’s trying to fight somebody.

Nicknames?

Harper calls Jay Luv. It started as a teasing thing but it became real.

Jay calls Harper Angel because he thinks of her as his Guardian Angel.

Who proposes?

Jay! He proposes with a golden lace-like ring during a dinner date. Harper is honestly so shocked all she can do is nod. That ring is now the only one she wears on her left hand.

Who sings along with the radio?

Both! Anyone that drives past them on the road is just so confused because they’re both just jamming out. To be honest, it’s not safe for them at all.

Who worries the most?

Harper! She worries so much that she will get severe tunnel vision when it comes to certain things. Thankfully Jay will pull her away to help calm her down.

Who always wants to take selfies with the other?

Jay! His thing is he likes to take selfies with Harper when she’s not expecting it and she tries to hide her face to no avail.

“C’mon, Harper. You’re hot, I’m hot. We’re especially hot together.”

Who has the weirdest taste in music?

Harper! She was raised on Hip Hop and sea shanties so when she got to Auradon, she pretty much fell in love with everything.

Who remembers what the other always orders at a restaurant?

Jay! He’s got it memorized like the back of his hand. Harper’s a little bit embarrassed and tells him that she can get it.

“Jay, I can get it, you know?”

“I’m being a gentleman!”

Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other?

Harper! She’s embarrassed of all of her scars and marks. Thankfully Jay is there to kiss all of her scars and convince her that she’s still beautiful.

Who initiates kisses?

Jay! Harper is rather shy when it comes to affection so it’s usually Jay that initiates everything romantic.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Jay! He mainly does it when he gets nervous like during the car ride to Auradon or during the fight with Maleficent. Harper’s noticed but hasn’t mentioned it. She thinks it’s cute.

Who kisses hardest?

Harper! She gets great satisfaction when Jay gets surprised by her sudden, hard kisses. She’ll run one hand through his hair and tilt his head forward so she can reach. She’ll smash their lips together, teeth clacking, not pulling away until they’re out of breath and their lips are swollen.

Who is more ticklish?

Harper! Jay found out by accident one night. They were laying in Jay’s bed and he ran his hand down Harper’s side, making her squirm. Jay quickly put the pieces together and spent the rest of the night, tickling Harper at random times.

Who brings an animal they found home?

Harper! She has a soft spot for animals because Captain Hook drowned her cat when she was little. Jay’s just became used to finding Harper with a random animal in her lap.

Who hold the umbrella for the other when it’s raining?

Jay! He holds it right over Harper to make sure she doesn’t get her hook wet even though it usually ends up with Jay getting soaked on one side.

Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?

Both! Jay’s way of embarrassing Harper is being overly affectionate to make her blush. Harper’s way to embarrass Jay is to be loud and overdramatic.

Who kills the scary bugs?

Jay! Harper can deal with a rat or anything like that but let a spider or worse, a cockroach get involved. Jay doesn’t mind the bugs but will tease Harper over being scared

“Hook wielding Harper scared of a little bug, huh?”

“Rack off!”

Who asks the weird questions in the middle of the night?

Harper! Her mind is a very weird place and she’s gonna say what she’s thinking. Jay’s just became used to it.

Who hogs the blankets?

Harper! She gets cold very easily and she’ll curl up with all of the blankets, leaving Jay to try and pull the blankets back to no avail.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little bit longer?

Jay! Moving to Auradon and having to be up early for school is a huge difference, especially with the comfy beds. It usually ends up with Jay holding Harper in the bed.

Who always make coffee for the other in the mornings?

Harper! She always made coffee for Captain Hook in the morning so it’s ingrained in her head. Jay loves waking up to the smell of coffee.

Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books?

Neither. It just doesn’t really affect either of them.

Who gets scared during horror films?

Jay! Harper isn’t really scared of anything other than her Dad and crocodiles. They’ll cuddle up together either in their bed or in a big armchair and whenever something scary happens, Jay’s grip on Harper will and he'll bury his nose in Harper’s hair.

Who cuts the other’s hair?

Harper! She’s always cut her family’s hair growing up because Captain Hook didn’t want to fork over money.

Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Neither. Their families find out by watching Ben’s coronation on TV.

What do their friends/families think about their relationship?

Jafar doesn’t like Harper but can appreciate the connections she has. Captain Hook couldn’t care less. CJ pretends like she doesn’t care but she does, too much. Jay and Harper dating just gives Harry another reason to hate Jay. Harriet is exasperated because she “raised her eviler that that”.

Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them?

Harper loves music and just gets into the rhythm. She’ll start dancing while Jay just watches her, laughing. Whenever she asks, Jay will say yes because it’s one of the only times that Harper is truly relaxed and happy.

Who cooks best?

Harper! She worked at Hook’s Inlet for over 12 years so being in the kitchen is natural to her. Jay’s tried to help her before which she appreciates but doesn’t need.

Who wears the other’s jacket?

Harper! It’s not just Jay’s jacket. She steals his beanies, his jersey, she even sleeps in one of his shirts.

Who uses cheesy pickup lines?

Jay!

“Are you Cinderella? Cause I see that dress coming off at midnight!”

“Jay, pickup lines only work on me when I’m drunk.”

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Jay! He and Harper always sit in the back of their classes and he’ll just casually throw his arm around her shoulder and will whisper dirty stuff in her ear.

She just freezes and turns bright red, giving him the worst death glare she can. He just laughs and continues until the end of the class. And as soon as they get out, Harper is dragging them to the nearest broom closet.

Who makes the other laugh most?

Depends. Jay makes Harper laugh more on a daily basis but when Harper’s drunk, Jay is completely red in the face from laughing at her.

Who needs more reassurance?

Harper! She’s never been on top in her life. She wasn’t the smartest, the most successful, Dad’s favorite, never the prettiest either.

Who would have to bail the other out of jail?

At first thought, Jay would be bailing Harper out but in actuality, they’re probably sitting next to each other in their jail cell.

What would be their theme song?

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

Criminal by Britney Spears

Stand By You by Rachel Platten

Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Both! Jay and Harper love singing, especially duets. They’ll sit on either side of their child’s bed and their voices just harmonize.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

As sappy as it sounds, Jay is usually texting Harper when they’re away. Just like sending little texts every now and then to make sure she’s ok.

Harper just throws herself into her work or whatever she’s doing to distract herself until Jay gets back. Either that or she’ll hang out with Tessa.

A headcanon about them that stabs your feels?

When they got to Auradon, Harper didn’t really know where they stood as far as a relationship because dating wasn’t a thing on the Isle. They were mainly friends that made out sometimes. But Harper really did like Jay so she was furious when she saw Jay flirting with some random princess.

A headcanon that mends the previous one?

Just when she was getting ready to go give Jay and that stupid princess a piece of her mind and hook, Jay walked over to her, holding a hand full of stolen jewelry. He handed her a pair of golden hoop earrings and told her that they reminded him of her.

It made her feel better that he was thinking of her while he was with someone else.

#jay #harper hook #harper x jay

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irish-nlessing · 7 years

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can you do a blurb where you have begun dating Niall you volunteered to babysit freddie and everything is fine with you and freddie at first but its all gone crazy after a while and your freaking out cause you don't want louis or even niall to think you screwed up?? All these baby blurbs i NEED one where you are babysitting freddie for the first time pleaseeeee???? I love your writing!!!

Could you do a blurb about you and Niall being really close friends and he is babysitting either Freddie or Liam’s baby and asks you to keep him company and watch the kids with him and then he sees you interacting with the kids and realizes he is in love with you?

A/N: This isn’t edited - at all. I got these two requests and sort of combined them. Ended up being kind of a friends to lovers. But all fluff. Fluffiest fluff. Enjoy!!!

Babysitter’s Club

The wailing starts back up the minute you sit down on the couch. Freddie’s baby monitor lights up, and you pull yourself up to check the small, black and white screen. Louis had warned you that he was teething, and you’d assured him you could handle it. Niall seemed a little more reluctant to believe the brave face you were putting on, but that still didn’t stop him from hopping in the front seat of Louis’ Range Rover to head out to some charity luncheon. If you and Niall hadn’t been such close friends for so long, you probably would’ve been better at pretending to know what to do with a baby. If you hadn’t been in love with Niall for so long, you probably wouldn’t have agreed to help him out by babysitting for his mate’s one year old either. But, alas, here you are. And you are in way over your head.

You collect some of the supplies Louis had set out for you and trundle back up the stairs to the nursery. According to the schedule Louis has typed out for when Freddie is at his house, he should be taking at least a 2 hour nap right now. You don’t know a lot about babies, but you do know that if they’re sleep schedule gets screwed up, their whole night is going to be a disaster. You tiptoe into the nursery and find Freddie with his fat little hands gripping onto the side of the crib. His cheeks are wet from the crocodile tears spilling from his bright blue eyes. You’ve measured out the exact amount of infant tylenol into a dropper, and have a warm sippy cup of milk on stand by. You scoop him out of his crib and settle into the plush glider in the corner of the serene room. Freddie squirms a bit, still a little unsure of you, but happy to be in someone’s arms nonetheless. “I know, I know. Babies can smell fear. Your Uncle Niall told me.” Freddie blinks up at you and kicks his chubby legs out. You dribble the tylenol into his mouth, thanking God and whoever else is listening that he takes it without a fuss. Curling your legs underneath your bum, you pull a small blanket from the basket next to the chair and get settled in with Freddie snuggled in your arms. He’s happily sucking on the sippy cup and your stress level is rapidly going down with the soft suckles and coos coming from this precious baby.

It feels too quiet in the room, just sitting and not speaking. You don’t think you can coordinate holding a storybook, and according to Niall, your singing voice is “shite”. So instead you start having a one-sided conversation about your favorite subject - Niall. “Well Fred, can I call you Fred? You don’t care…..anyway. What am I supposed to do about that stupid boy? We’ve been friends for years - since his first trip out to LA. You weren’t even a thought then. Your dad was still wearing cropped pants and suspenders. One day you’ll have to make fun of him for that.” Freddie coos and gives you a grin, showing off his tiny pearly white teeth. His eyes are beginning to droop though, so you continue. “I just feel silly, pining after him. I need to get my head out of my ass - oops, um bum, and get over him. He obviously doesn’t feel the same way. And I can’t just tell him. He’ll freak out and I’ll never see him again. How do you even start that conversation, Fred? Oh by the way Niall, when we went pillow shopping at Crate & Barrel I almost had a panic attack imaging myself sleeping next to you in bed?” You groan and snuggle the nearly-sleeping baby closer to your chest. Rubbing your cheek against the downy hair on his head you sigh. “I just don’t want to spend forever being the sad girl in the background.”

Freddie has drifted off, his tiny lips puffing out even breaths while he nuzzles into your soft t-shirt. You’re too afraid to move him, lest you wake him up. Instead you tuck him carefully into the blanket and nestle him between your body and the side of the chair so he won’t slip. You prop your feet up on the ottoman and close your eyes.

You think you can hear faint whispering, and it starts to pull you out of your impromptu nap. But it’s all heavy and hazy.

“Shhh, wait I wanna get a picture first.”

“You gonna tell her about what we heard?”

“How m’I supposed to bring that up Tommo? Hey, bet ya didn’t know Louis has a fancy baby monitor that records to his cell phone? We were spyin’ on ya and I heard ya love me?”

“Better than ignoring it like ya have been for the past three years, Neil.”

“Fuck off, Lewis.”

You stir and your eyes pop open the instant you feel the tiny bundle next to you move. “Shh, s’ok love I got him.” Louis whispers and scoops Freddie up to place him gently in his crib. Niall’s standing a few feet away with his hands shoved in his pockets, gazing at you with an almost unreadable expression.

“Hey.” Your voice croaks and you pull yourself out of the chair. Niall smiles fondly at you, smoothing down your mess of hair that sticking out of your bun from being smashed into the chair. The three of you creep back downstairs and you grab your bag and your bottle of water. You give Louis the rundown on the sippy cup and the tylenol, and he makes a note in his phone so he can time the next dosage properly. He hugs you goodbye and thanks you for coming by on such short notice. You tell him honestly, “It was kind of terrifying but great all at once.” He just chuckles and tells you, “That’s called parenting, love.”

You and Niall climb into his sleek, white Jaguar and head back to his house. Whenever he’s in town he insists that you stay at his to keep him company, much to the chagrin of your roommate. You have to admit, his house is definitely an upgrade from your apartment so you don’t argue with him. He’s being uncharacteristically quiet during the short drive back to the house, and you question him on it. “You ok, Niall?”

His head swivels towards you and he looks a little like a deer in headlights. “Wha? Yeah fine. Just working on something in me head.” You eye him carefully, but he’s not giving up any more information, so you let it drop. He stays quiet during dinner, and barely makes a sound of argument when you beg off to bed early. You toss and turn for hours. Something is off but you can’t quite put your finger on it. This isn’t the first time Niall has pulled in on himself, he’s been working a ton and he’s under a lot of stress. You can hear soft guitar strumming wafting in through the open window in your room. Your phone screen says it’s nearly 2am, the numbers shine brightly over your homescreen - a picture from Niall’s birthday where he’s got you tucked under his arm with his nose pressed into your hair while you pull a face at the camera. Pulling an old blanket from the end of your bed, you wrap it around your shoulders and creep downstairs to find Niall.

The house itself is quiet and dark - Niall had tidied up after dinner. But the large french doors at the back of the kitchen are open and you can see the outline of him in the oversized adirondack chairs by the pool. The moon is high and the yard is bathed in cool silver light. He hears you shuffle out across the flagstone patio and turns his head to watch as you fold yourself neatly into the chair next to him. You pull the blanket around you tighter, it’s chilly for LA and you’re only wearing shorts and a thin tank. Niall stops his playing and rests the guitar gently on the table next to him. “C’mere sit with me. You’re freezing.” He holds out his hand to you and you take it, climbing carefully into his lap and tucking your face into his shoulder. He smells like fresh laundry and worn cologne and it smells like home.

He’s rubbing your arm slowly and you can tell he’s got something on his mind. “Spit it out.” He sighs and pulls you in closer.

“You’re not the sad girl in the background. Not to me”

His words hang in the air and your chest tightens as you recognize the exact phrase you spoke to Freddie earlier. “How did…what?” Your voice is barely a whisper and you don’t dare look into his face. You can’t bear it at the moment.

Niall swallows heavily, shifting nervously underneath you. “We weren’t spyin’ on ya I swear. But the monitor in the baby’s room….it sends alerts to Tommo’s phone when it’s picking up noises. We heard everything.”

The only sound you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. You feel too hot and too cold all at once, your skin prickling with adrenaline. Your flight or fight response is starting to kick in and you gracelessly try to untangle yourself from Niall’s embrace and flee back to your room. As if he can read your thoughts, he grips around your waist tighter and frantically tries to hold you in place. “No no no no darlin’ please! You don’t understand!” Your eyes are wide as saucers and your pulling back, trying desperately to understand the pleading look on Niall’s face. His lips purse into a thin line and suddenly he lunges towards you, sliding his mouth over yours. You freeze, your eyes still open, your hands splayed out at your sides. Niall slides his huge hands up your back, cupping the back of your head. He pulls you in gently and your eyes slide shut. Your hands fist themselves into his shirt and you melt into his embrace. As soon as you relax into him, the intensity of the kiss softens. Niall pulls back to catch his breath, and runs his thumb over your swollen lips. You’re breaths are coming in shallow pants, and every cell in your body is buzzing. Niall swallows and his eyes search your face. “Been wantin’ to do that for a long time.” His voice cracks slightly with the emotion of his words. You tip your forehead down to meet his, and press a chaste kiss to his pink lips. “I’ve been wanting you to do that for a long time, Niall.”

He smiles and pulls you closer, wrapping the blanket around both of your bodies. You nuzzle into his neck, pecking tiny kisses to each freckle that’s dotting the pale skin. His fingers lace together with yours and he brings your hand up to his mouth to kiss your palm. “Things are gonna be different between us, yeah?” You tip your head back to peer up at him and smile.

“No. Things are going to be better.” He smiles down at you, his chest swelling at your words. You tip your chin up and press another kiss to him lips, your heart bursting with relief and happiness.

#niall fluff #my writing #niall blurb #hope you like it non non!

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Secret of the Sewers: Monster

Down in the NYC sewer tunnels, Hisako sat in the center of a large junction. She was in a meditative position, her eyes closed and her breathing even. She focused on the slight sounds of water rushing through the tunnels, letting the soft gurgle drown out the voices flitting through her head.

“Your abilities are a wonderful gift,” Splinter had told her in the dojo. “They give you a unique perspective of the world. However, if you come to rely on them too heavily, then should a time ever come where you cannot use them, you will be left helpless.”

This was why she was out here now, strengthening her senses, as well as playing one of her sibling’s favorite games: Ninja Tag.

The object of the game was for the turtles to tag Hisako without her hearing them. It had proven to be a fun training exercise, and a difficult challenge.

As Hisako focused on the water, she heard a single splash off to the left, followed by a muffled curse. In an instant, Hisako had a shuriken in her hand, which she quickly tossed in the direction of the noise. It landed right at the feet of Michelangelo, who let out a yelp as he jumped to avoid the projectile.

"You're out." Hisako called.

Mikey grumbled and sat down where he stood.

"And I was so close this time." He muttered.

Focusing more, Hisako heard a slight scraping noise off to the right, like wood against brick. Another shuriken quickly embedded itself into Donatello's staff.

"Out." She called again

Donny pulled the star out of his staff and sat down. He was slightly closer to Hisako than Mikey, but not by much. Hisako focused again, and this time, heard light footsteps coming up from behind her. She quickly twirled around, a shuriken going right at Raphael's face. He brought up his sai and blocked it, the metal star rebounding off his weapons with a bell-like chime.

"Out." she told him with a small smile.

Raph snarled in disappointment, plopping down on the floor. He was about ten feet away from Hisako, making him the closest to her.

"Now just one more." Hisako whispered.

She focused one more time, but heard nothing. It was almost completely silent. Until…

"Tag." Leonardo called, tapping Hisako on the top of the head with his sword sheath.

Hisako smirked, grabbing the sheath and standing up.

"Leo wins." She announced. "Again."

The turtles all gathered around her as she reached into her vest, pulled out a notepad from her pocket. He plucked out a pen and added a tally mark to Leo’s column, sticking the pen behind her ear.

"Let's see…” She began as she quickly counted the marks. “That's 47 wins for Leo, 32 for Raph, with Donny following closely behind with 31, I have a whoppin’ 27, and finally, Mikey with 12.”

"Only 12?" Mikey whined.

"You keep making the same mistake with the puddle." Leo commented. "A ninja must always be aware of their surroundings."

Mikey grumbled again, but soon, a different grumbling caught everybody's attention. Mikey's stomach. He clutched it and sat down again.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry."

Sure enough, four more stomachs began growling. Hisako chuckled and put the pad away.

"I'll go and get us some lunch." She volunteered. "How does pizza from Mario Brother's Pizzeria sound?"

The turtles began cheering happily.

"Make sure to make it a deep dish pizza!" Mikey shouted.

"With sausage and pepperoni!" Raph added.

"Don't forget my black olives." Donny reminded.

"And extra cheese." Leo concluded

Hisako just shook her head smiling.

"I'll take the bike and meet you guys back here with lunch. In the meantime, you guys keep practicing."

The turtles all nodded as Hisako headed off back to the lair.

…

Further down the expansive tunnels of the sewer, a large, brooding figure stalked through the darkness. Large nostrils flared, trying to catch even the smallest scent amongst the odors of the sewers. Dark red eyes pierced through the darkness, scanning the mildew covered walls for signs of life.

"Where are you..." the creature wondered aloud.

In that moment, a brief scent crossed his nose. It was faint, but the smell was distinctive.

"Turtles..."

Not wanting to lose the scent, the monster sank beneath the shallow waters, swimming at an impressive speed towards the origin of the scent.

…

The doors to Renaissance motors opened as a dark green motorbike sped out onto the street. Hisako gunned it, enjoying the feel of the wind and sun on her skin. It was in moments like these that Hisako sometimes forgot how much of an outsider she was. Being able to go outside, to run, jump, and be herself were luxuries she was still trying to get used to.

Part of her still feared the figures that haunted her nightmares. She was still weary of her dark past, and those who made her childhood a living hell. She knew she would never be free of them, but she refused to let her fear rule her.

It was for this reason that Hisako had become more and more insistent on going to the surface alone. Her brothers couldn't protect her forever, so she needed to learn to stand on her own. It had taken a lot of baby steps, as well as her brothers following her around town (though she pretended she didn't know they were there), but in the end, Hisako had become a confident woman, one who wasn't afraid to walk in the sun.

…

"Man. Where is Hisako with that pizza?" Mikey groaned.

"Keep your shell on Mikey." Raph said. "She's only been gone five minutes."

Mikey groaned again, slumping against the wall.

"I'm so~o hungry…" he moaned.

Leo shook his head.

"You're always hungry." He replied. "Just try and find something to occupy your mind until the pizza gets here."

Mikey's stomach growled loudly.

"Easier said than done, Leo." Donny replied. "This is Mikey we're talking about."

Another growl echoed through the tunnels, even louder than before.

"Okay, Mikey. We get it. You're hungry." Raph snapped.

Mikey shook his head.

"That wasn't me…"

The four brothers exchanged confused glances, ones that turned serious as they drew their weapons.

"Spread out." Leo ordered. "I don't think we're alone."

The turtles all nodded, then each ran down a separate tunnel. Leo scoured the eastern tunnels, listening for even the slightest sound. However, he heard nothing.

Raphael charged down the tunnels, turning corners rearing for a fight. Like his brother, he too came up empty handed.

Mikey leaned against the wall of a corner and picked up a stone. He tossed it, then waited to hear the clatter. When he heard nothing, he let out a sigh of relief and turned back.

"All clear on my end." Leo said as he returned to the junction.

"Same here." Raph called.

"Zippo." Mikey added.

Donny however called from down the tunnel he had taken.

"Found something!"

The turtles quickly dart down the tunnel, where they found Donny hunched over some mud. They looked at the mud to see a large footprint embedded deeply in the surface. It looked almost human, but it was much larger, and the toes seemed pointed.

"What can you tell us Don?" Leo asked as he sheathed his swords.

Donny examined the print, his mind immediately taking measurements. As he examined it, Raph and Mikey stowed their weapons.

"Judging by the size of the print, and using the foot to body ratio, I'd say this thing is about 7 feet tall."

Raph let out a whistle at that revelation.

"That's one big sucker." Raph muttered.

"The claws on the toes mean that whatever we're dealing with, it's some sort of predator." Donny continued. "And now that I look a bit closer, this thing has webbed toes… and only four of them."

"Four toes?" Mikey asked. "What kind of creature has less than five toes?"

The other three turtles glared at Mikey, who looked up at his brothers with a confused expression.

"What?" he asked.

"Look at your own feet, shell-for-brains." Raph told him.

Mikey looked down and wiggled his solitary two toes.

"Oh…." He muttered, then something dawned on him. "Hey wait a minute! That means that whatever this thing is, it's a mutant like us!"

Donny nodded in agreement.

"That's what I'm guessing."

"Mutant in New York?! That aren’t us?!" Mikey whined. "That just ain’t right!"

Raph whacked Mikey upside the head, then shushed him.

"Quiet down Mikey." He ordered.

"Raph's right." Don agreed. "Whatever this thing is, it's a hunter, it's huge, it's a mutant-" Donny hesitated for a moment, then slowly started reaching for his Bo staff, "… and has incredibly sharp teeth…"

The brothers looked confused.

"How do you know it has sharp teeth?" Leo asked.

"Because it's standing right behind you." Donny replied.

In that instant, the brothers immediately grabbed their weapons and leapt to their feet, turning to face the creature. Sure enough, it stood about 7 feet tall, nearly filling the tunnel. It was dark green, with long claws on its fingers, and piercing red eyes. It had a human-ish face, but had a strange nose that slightly resembled a crocodile's snout. Its teeth were jagged and sharp, and it was bald with long jagged scars covering its face and parts of its arms. It seemed to be wearing a pair of hospital pants with a huge hole in the back for a thick, spiny tail. Around its neck, the creature wore a strange metal collar.

"Leo…" Mikey whispered. "What do we do?"

"I don't know Mikey…" Leo replied. "Maybe it isn't here to fight."

Praying his hypothesis was true, Leo slowly sheathed his swords.

"Who are you?" Leo asked, hoping this creature could understand him.

The creature snarled, then swiped his hand, knocking Leo to the side as if he were nothing. He hit the wall hard and then splashed down into the water.

"LEO!"

The other three turtles gripped their weapons and threw themselves at the creature.

…

Down in Stockman's secret laboratory, he and Hun were standing around a large monitor. On the screen, the two could see the events of the sewers occurring from a first person point of view, specifically, the large monster's point of view.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Stockman asked, his voice betraying the sheer joy he was feeling. "I've been looking for a chance to test my obedience collar. It seems to be working in full form. Though, I was hoping that the master would let me test it on you first."

Hun raised an eyebrow, growling at the doctor. Stockman ignored him, focusing on the on-screen fight.

"Not only does it ensure that my pet will do exactly what I tell it to, but with the built in microphone and camera, I can see and hear everything it does."

"Are you done patting yourself on the back?" Hun grumbled.

Stockman shook his head, patting Hun's arm.

"My apologies." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But considering my pet is about accomplish what you failed to do in four years, I think I'm entitled to a little 'back patting', don't you?"

Hun growled, but remained silent. As the battle continued, Stockman frowned slightly.

"You know Hun, my boy, I am seeing the four turtles you have mentioned in the past, but the girl you keep mentioning is absent. Where is she?"

Hun allowed a small smirk to crawl onto his face. Even if Stockman's pet managed to beat the turtles, if the girl was not taken down as well, Stockman will have failed after all. Noticing Hun's smug grin, Stockman coughed, regaining himself.

"No matter." He decided. "Eventually, she when she does, she will be mine."

…

Ding, ding.

Hisako walked into Mario Brothers Pizzeria. The smell of cheese and pepperoni greeted her as she approached the main counter. As she got there, a slender man in a green shirt under a white apron came to greet her. A smile graced his face as he recognized her.

"Ah." he called happily, his arms open as if waiting for a hug. "If it isn't my a-favorite customer."

"Hey Luigi." Hisako replied. "Is Casey working today?"

"E-yes." Luigi replied, his thick Italian accent making Hisako smile. "He's a-in the back a-working with his girlfriend on-a his homework. I'll go-a get 'im."

Hisako grinned, then covered her ears as Luigi opened the door leading to the kitchen.

"Hey-a Jones! Your favorite-a customer is-a here!"

Hisako uncovered her ears as Casey Jones came out of the kitchen.

Casey was a very well built 19 year old. He had very tanned skin, a combination of mixed blood and spending most of his time outside. He was a member of almost every sports team at Eastman-Laird University, where he was going due to multiple sport scholarships. Despite being a jock, he had a really big heart. He had taken the job at Mario Brothers Pizzeria to help his mom out, and had even begun receiving tutoring in order to keep his grades acceptable.

When Casey laid eyes on Hisako, he grinned widely, revealing a row of white teeth, albeit with a chip here and there.

"Hey Greeny!" he called, jumping over the counter. "How've ya been?"

The two hugged, Casey's muscular frame nearly swallowing Hisako. As he released her, his smile seemed wider.

"You're not as skinny as before." he remarked. "I told ya working out would put some muscle on those bones."

Hisako laughed as Casey went back behind the counter.

"Thanks Casey." She replied. "I've been doing well. What about you?"

"Been good. I was elected MVP on the football team, and my hockey team went to finals again."

"Awesome."

"But you didn't come here for the sports section. You came here for a deep dish pizza with sausage and pepperoni, add black olives and extra cheese."

Hisako chuckled. There wasn't an ounce of telekinesis in Casey, but he always knew her exact pizza order.

"You know me so well Casey." Hisako commented with a chuckles.

"Hey, the day I get your order wrong is the day you know something's wrong." Casey replied with a wave.

Casey darted back into the kitchen to get to cooking as Hisako took a seat. After a minute, the kitchen door opened again and April O'Neil walked out.

April was a 20 year old genius who had graduated top of her class, and was currently attending Eastman-Laird University on a science scholarship. She had known Casey since freshman year of high school when he had begun his tutoring search. She had helped him out, and the rest was history.

"Hisako, I thought I heard your voice." April called as she took a seat across from her.

"Hey April." Hisako replied. "What's up?"

"Nothing much." April replied with a shrug. "Casey just needed some help in algebra again."

"That's to be expected." Hisako remarked. "I mean, after all, letters belong in English, not in math."

The two girls shared a chuckled.

"What about you Hisako?" April asked after a moment "How are things going with you and your brothers?"

Hisako thought back to the fight not long ago, and how Hun had punched her lights out, literally.

"It's been alright. One of our night jobs didn't go as well as we had hoped, so we're making sure that doesn't happen again."

"You know, you've never really told me what 'night jobs' you and your brothers do."

Hisako felt a slight wave of panic go through her, but luckily, her brain quickly provided her with a suitable answer.

"We're street cleaners." She supplied. "We clear out the garbage and filth so that the city will be cleaner, and safer."

April whistled.

"Sounds like very hard work."

Hisako nodded in agreement.

"It is, but my family and I can handle it. When push comes to shove, we can stand up for ourselves, no matter what we face."

…

The four turtles were getting their shells handed to them. Whatever this thing was, it had the strength of five men, and was turning out to be a greater threat than they had imagined.

"Man…" Mikey groaned. "How are we supposed to take this guy down?"

"I don't know…" Donny replied.

"We need to work together." Leo explained. "We need to pin his arms, avoid the teeth, and find a way to knock him out."

Raph came flying through the air, crashing right in front of his brothers. He sat up,

"Leo… I can't believe I'm saying this, but lead on."

The creature lumbered closer, watching the four with eyes filled with determination. The turtles exchanged nods, then Mikey leapt at the monster.

"Cowabunga!"

The creature charged at them. Mikey leapt at it, trying to grab its arm, but only succeeded in getting caught himself. The creature hugged Mikey close, nearly crushing the orange turtle in its grasp as it roared in his face.

"Okay… two words for you..." Mikey gasped. "Breath… Mint!"

Just then, Raph came out of nowhere, raining one punch after another at the monster's stomach. After a while, the creature had enough and threw Mikey at him. The two turtles were send skidding through the mud, where they collided with a wall. As they tried to get up, they saw the creature looming over them, its fists raised over them. Before it could bring them down, Leo and Donnie came in to distract it.

Leo barreled into its stomach with all the force he could muster as Donnie struck it on the head with his staff. This put the monster off balance long enough for Raph to grab one of its arms. Before the creature could react, Donnie grabbed onto other arm as Mikey wrapped his legs around his neck so he could hold. The creature let out a growl, giving Mikey the chance to gag it with his Nunchucks.

"Leo!" Raph called out. "Whatever you're going to do, do it now!"

Leo ran forward, his blades swinging down in a deadly arc. However, when they came into contact with the creature's skin, the blades barely made a dent. The creature seemed to smile around the chains in its mouth. It let out a few short growls, and it took the turtles a minute to figure out what it was doing.

"Is it- Is it chuckling?" Donny asked.

The creature chuckled louder, then looked Leo straight in the eye.

"That- won't- work-"

The turtles couldn't believe it. The thing spoke. It was intelligent. However, they didn't have long to think on this. The creature stopped moving, as if focusing its energy somewhere else. All of a sudden, there was the sound of creaking metal, accompanied by the short snaps of something being broken. Mikey's grip on his Nunchucks suddenly loosened as he fell backwards. Splashing down in the mud, he looked at his Nunchucks to see the chain links broken, as if they had been bitten through.

"Leo! My Nunchucks!"

The three brothers all looked at Mikey, only to be quickly reminded of the situation as the monster threw them off him with a strong swing of his arms. The brothers all looked up at the creature, all gulping in fear.

"We need to shut him down." Raph said. "Like, now."

"For that, we'd need Hisako." Donny replied.

"Where is she when we need her?" Mikey whined.

…

Hisako and April were both laughing rather loudly, sitting at one of the booths in the restaurant.

"So wait, he did what?" April asked.

"He stuffed 9 fried dumplings his mouth at once." Hisako replied. "9 dumplings. He wanted to set a world record."

"Is there even a record for that?" April asked.

"In Kung Fu Panda, maybe. But try telling that to Mikey."

The two girls just kept chuckling.

"Sounds like your brothers are quite the handful."

Hisako shrugged.

"Maybe, but I could care less. They're family, I wouldn't trade them for the world."

April looked at Hisako, and could see a spark of sadness in her eyes. April was naturally curious, and had to ask.

"You know, if your brothers are so cool, then why is it always you they send to pick up pizza? Aren't they taking advantage of you?"

Hisako chuckled at the thought. If only April knew the truth.

"Actually, I volunteer to come get it." She replied, deciding against her sarcastic train of thought. "I had a… Rough… Childhood, until they found me. I was afraid of the world, until they showed me the beauty of it."

April looked at Hisako with a note of pity in her eyes. Hisako could hear the many questions running through her head, wanting to come out, but she could also feel April's willingness to allow Hisako to keep her secrets. That made the young psychic smile.

"Pie's done!" Casey called.

Hisako jumped out of the booth, snagging the large pizza box.

"And not a moment too soon. Thanks Case!" she said with a grin. "See you soon."

She spun the pizza in her hand and walked out the door, giving her two friends a wave.

“See ya!” she cheered.

“Take care, and tell your bros I say hi!” Casey called back.

…

Hisako got back to the garage with some time to spare. After parking the bike and locking the doors, she flipped open a trapdoor leading to a hand-carved tunnel into the lair. Gripping the pizza, Hisako jumped into the hole, enjoying the slide-like ride. She even held up her arm like she was on a roller coaster while the other gripped the pizza.

After a few more seconds of sliding, it opened out onto a large pile of bean bags that had been set up to catch the travelers of the winding path. Hearing the ever familiar thud accompanying Hisako's childish giggles, Splinter looked up from his meditation with a smile.

"I see you were sent out for lunch again." He commented.

Hisako pulled herself out of the beanbags, approaching the rat.

"Yep. You wanna slice?" she asked, opening the box.

"I shall pass." He told her, gently holding up a paw. "Besides, I am positive that your brothers have been quite busy training while you were gone."

Hisako chuckled as she closed the box.

"Yeah. 'Training'. Odds are they're probably bickering again." She remarked. "I best go find them before they try to kill each other again."

Pizza in hand, Hisako exited the lair, eager to find her brothers.

...

Hisako zigged and zagged through the tunnels, taking multiple turns like a master, and even spinning around corners with a grin on her face. After about seven or eight different turns, she arrived at the junction where they had been training. However, there was no sign of any of the turtles.

"Guys?" She called. "Leo? Raph? Donny? Mikey?"

Nobody answered. Confused, she closed her eyes, hoping to catch a sign of their presence somewhere. However, there wasn't a single ping. No stray thought, no nothing.

"Guys, this isn't funny." she called. "Come out."

Still, there was no answer. Now starting to get worried, she looked around the tunnels at random, calling for her brothers. She called out their names frantically, the fear in her gut growing larger and larger.

Then, just as she was running past a fork, she spotted something that made her blood run cold. Poking out from behind a wall was a green arm wearing a black glove with only two fingers.

"No!" Hisako screamed.

She ran down the fork and around the corner to see all four of her brothers out cold on the ground. Donny was sprawled out in the mud, his staff in three pieces around him. Mikey was right on top of him, his Nunchucks in pieces as well, with broken links of chains on the ground. Leo was on his side in the dirt, his swords resting about a foot away from his hands. Finally, Raph was leaned against the wall, blood running from a gash on his forehead, the only turtle still slightly conscious.

"Raphael!" she screamed.

She dropped the pizza box and ran over to her brother, shaking him desperately. He looked up at his sister, his eyes widening in sheer terror. It was a look that did not belong on the red turtle's face.

"Hisako…" he muttered. "Run…"

…

The entire time the footage had been playing, Stockman had been taking notes on the four turtles, noting there names, weapons, fighting styles, and even their supposed rank in their little group. He had gotten so much information that he could create a portfolio on each individual turtle if he wished.

"Absolutely astounding." Stockman laughed. "These four, despite similar build and age, all have differences that make them unique. Take the one called Leo for example. He appears to be the leader, and his swordsman skills mark that of a master. However, the one called Raph seems to be a bit rash, with his skills marking someone with a large amount of rage."

"I'm glad that you are enjoying this little show." Hun interrupted, a note of irritation in his tone. "But your notes will do no good once your pet is finished with them."

Stockman sighed in disappointment, looking at the screen just as his pet was throwing the turtle called Raph into the wall. He slumped down and seemed to be barely conscious. The creature took a few steps forward, then a scream came from off screen.

"What was that?" Stockman asked, returning his focus to the screen.

At that moment, a girl ran on screen, grabbing the red turtle. Both Stockman and Hun both froze in place.

"Hisako…" the red turtle muttered. "Run…"

Hisako… That word. The turtles had repeated it on multiple occasions. So far, Stockman had found nothing to connect the word to, but now he realized it wasn't a word.

It was a name.

"So, the girl now has a name. Hisako…"

Stockman quickly wrote that down, then turned back to the screen. The girl was looking down at the turtle, and then she turned to face the camera. As her face came into view, Stockman felt his whole world spin.

"No…" He gasped. "It can't be."

Stockman took off out of the room, leaving Hun to watch the monitors.

…

Hisako stood up, facing the shadows where she sensed a strange presence looming. She stared deep into the darkness, slipping her fans out of their sheaths and into her hands.

“I know you’re there...” she said quietly, scanning the darkness. “I can feel your presence… so where are you?”

There was movement in the darkness, drawing Hisako’s attention. Her grip on her tessen tightened as she looked.

“Come out and face me you-”

“Oracle…?”

With that single word uttered in the darkness, Hisako felt all the fight suddenly leave her. He face went pale and her hands began to shake. She recognized that voice, a voice she never thought she’d hear again.

“Oracle… is that you?”

The source of the voice shuffled out of the darkness, coming into the little light there was. Hisako’s eyes never left the creature as she slid her tessen back into their sheathes on her belt, walking slowly towards the beast. Raph watched this and went to stop his sister. However, his vision was so blurry, he could barely make anything out.

“Leatherhead?” she whispered, her eyes misty.

"Oracle…" It whispered. "Help me… Please…"

She stood in front of it, then placed her hand on the side of his face. With a precise jab almost too quick to see, she struck a vital pressure point, one that had the large monster’s eyes rolling back in its head. It sank to its knees as darkness enveloped it. Hisako caught it before it face-planted, laying it gently on the ground.

“I’ve got you Leatherhead.” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

With the monster now unconscious, she turned her attention to the metallic collar around his neck. She grabbed one of her tessen from the sheathes, gripping it tight enough to turn her knuckles white before bringing it down several times on the collar. She did this over and over again, her movements becoming more and more frantic with each blow. Sparks began to fly from the metal with each hit until it snapped and came apart. The second the collar was no longer attached to the creature's neck, Hisako pulled it off and began stomping on it over and over again until there was no possible way it was still working. By the time she was done, she was panting heavily, tears in her eyes and her grip still tight around her fan.

"Hisako…" Raph groaned weakly, trying to get his sister's attention

Hisako jumped, then turned to him. Stowing her weapons once more, she ran back to his side and cradled him.

"Shh…. It's alright…" she told him. "I'm here."

"That thing…" He grunted, obviously in a lot of pain "It tried to…. Kill us… finish… it off."

Hisako shook her head.

"No Raph. I- I can’t."

"Why…?"

Hisako looked over at the creature as a flickering memory drifted through her head. One of that very creature cradling her weak form.

"Because I owe him my life."

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