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Self Promo Sunday: "Darkness Before Dawn (Leave Hope's Light On)"

This week's Self Promo fic is another older chaptered CS story that I am bringing back “out of the vault” lol ;p. Though there will certainly be some angst this time around, there is also a happy ending - I promise. This one is a post-Christmas/New Year's themed one, and it takes place between the 4a and 4b timelines of the show (i.e. after the defeat of the Snow Queen, but before Gold returns with the Queens of Darkness) and diverges from there.

Summary: A lovely holiday season has come and gone, and Emma hates to see it end. However, much more pressing concerns quickly take precedence when she and Henry are in a wreck. Now the Savior is fighting for her life, and those who love her can only hope she'll find her way out of the darkness one more time...

*Also available on AO3 and ff.net, if you would prefer...

(I've posted all five parts in this Tumblr post for ease of reading)

by: @snowbellewells

i. prologue

Only three days after Christmas, and Emma Swan finds herself driving Henry back to Regina's where he will stay until New Year's Day. She can't help but feel that the holiday has passed her by in a flash, and she is loath to give up the sense of her first real Christmas with her family, and especially her son, around her. Though she is ridiculously grateful that she and Regina have worked out a schedule agreeable to both of them and Henry; now she is afraid that with Henry gone for several days, all the leftover bits of holiday magic, pure, innocent joy, and the light that might still be lingering, will go with him.

Shaking her head, Emma sighs as she glances across at her son in the passenger seat, lost to the newest app on his iPhone and luckily oblivious to her gloomy thoughts. There is no doubt in her mind that she is being more than a bit silly, but that doesn't make the feeling disappear. Realistically she knows that Regina truly needs Henry right now; he is the one bright spot in a horrible time of loss for the formerly Evil Queen. Emma doesn't want to begrudge the other woman what little joy she can find. Yes, Henry needs to spend the time with his adoptive mother, but Emma still hates to see him go, even for a few days. So much of Emma's life has been spent alone, with no one to care about her, much less be there to share Christmas traditions, and she feels a near-insatiable need to horde the precious moments now that she has them.

It has been more fun that she could have guessed taking Henry to her mom and dad's to help them trim the tree, watching F rosty the Snowman and How the Grinch Stole Christmas , helping Snow bake dozens and dozens of sugar cookies, both to decorate and eat themselves, and then passing the rest out to seemingly everyone in town. She wants to make the warm and jolly December evenings they've spent laughing cozily together last forever, so she will never lose the feeling of being curled up between Killian, whose arm stretches lazily along the back of the couch and over her, and her father, chuckling at Henry as he makes faces to entertain his baby uncle and exclaims over his presents. Emma knows they all felt similar emotions at times, like when her watery eyes met her mother's over the boys' heads and a lump rose in her throat. This year has brought her more of a holiday that she could have ever imagined having a part in as a cynical, unwanted foster child years ago. Killian's arms have tightened around her numerous times in the last few days, and she has known that he understands all too well from the life he had lived. Her father seems to find every possible moment to squeeze her hand in his, as if reminding her that they had always wanted her with them like this.

Without realizing it, Emma lets her mind wander and loses focus for the briefest of instants. It happens so quickly that cause or fault will never be clear. Emma only glances at Henry beside her for a moment; takes her glance off the road no longer that she would need to adjust the heat or the radio volume. Yet, somehow, they hit an unseen patch of black ice on the wintry road, going at full travel speed. The Bug skids, back end fishtailing out one way, and then almost up even with the front, putting the vehicle perpendicular to its original path on the pavement. Emma scrambles to right them, and Henry calls out a warning, but it happens too slowly and isn't enough. Their little yellow car shoots offcourse, seemingly flying from the road and directly into a pole at the shoulder.

Mother's instinct makes Emma's arm dart out in a desperate effort to shield her son, and she feels – with both hope and fear – some of her magical energy leaving her fingertips almost like second nature, in an attempt to protect him. It is the last thing she feels before impact, and then her world goes dark.

ii. the call

"Mom! Mom!" Henry snaps out of the daze he hovered in after the sudden stop and the settling of the car. He can see snowflakes falling thickly through the cracked windshield, and bitterly cold air is filtering in, though he doesn't remember it snowing before they skidded. If his mom had not told him the Snow Queen was dead, and actually hadn't been evil, he would blame the unseen ice and strange drop in temperature while they were vulnerable on her. It doesn't really matter now, but he is still trying to get his bearings and stop his head from spinning. For an odd second or two, it’s like he is in a vacuum; roaring in his ears and dizziness makes him off balance and sluggish, but when his mind clears and he sees his birth mother slumped over the steering wheel, a thin line of blood trickling down the side of her face, eyes closed, not moving, his concern bursts through the haze.

Henry realizes that she must have used her magic to cushion him somehow and didn't have time to do the same for herself. Yet, even as he registers what she has done, the air around him seems to waiver, flicker, and whatever shield she put in place weakens and fades, allowing him to reach beyond it and touch her carefully, worriedly, enough to see that she makes no response.

"Mom…can you hear me?" he tries again. When he still gets no movement or reaction, Henry begins scrabbling around in the seat, then on the floor, until he finds his phone where it has fallen in the confusion. Swiping the screen quickly, Henry calls his other mom, then his Gramps, in rapid succession – once he has gotten an ambulance on its way.

As far as the teen can tell, nothing seems to hurt and he is completely uninjured. The car is caved in clear to the windshield from where it smashed into the pole head-on, but his door isn't blocked. He can get out, but is determined not to leave his mom until help arrives. Whatever Emma did to shield him came at the expense of her own safety, and Henry swallows back both guilt and fear for her at that knowledge. He is momentarily glad to be alone when he feels tears welling in his eyes.

Reaching over the console to grasp his mom's fingers in his, Henry threads them together and forces himself to hope it will all be fine. Her skin feels cold to the touch, and his brow furrows in concern. "Come on, Mom. Hang in there," he murmurs to her fervently, leaning in as though he can assure that she will hear him. "Please."

For some reason, as the silence stretches on and Henry worries more the longer she remains still, he realizes who he has forgotten to call in his anxiety. Killian will have to be told and will be crazed with worry for his mom. How he didn't think to call his mom's boyfriend until now baffles him. Killian will be frantic to get to Emma, to help, to see that she is okay, and he deserves to be with her. Henry genuinely likes the reformed pirate. He has more than earned his place at Emma's side. Hating what he knows it will do to the Captain, Henry also can't put this call off. Dialing once more, the young man waits as he hears the phone ring two, then three, times before Killian Jones picks up, sounding half-confused, half-exasperated at the modern contraption in his hand.

His accent is clear through the wire as he asks, "Henry? What is it, lad? Are you alright?"

"Yes, Captain, I'm fine. Just listen to me, okay?" Henry swallows hard, not sure what to say, how to deliver what he knows will be an awful blow. Yet, one glance at his mom's still, expressionless face, and he knows he has no choice … Killian might even be able to reach her. Henry is no fool. Both sets of his grandparents are True Loves – and he sees something just as deep and strong, if not as clearly understood, between his mom and Killian.

"Aye, lad," the Captain's voice breaks back in to agree. "My apologies. I will simply listen then."

Henry draws in a deep breath. He hates having to put this into words, but then blurts it out in a pained rush, not trailing off until the end. "Mom and I had a wreck. The ambulance is on its way, and they'll help, but Mom hasn't woken up yet. She's hurt, and I thought you should know what was happening. …I'm sorry…"

Drawing in such a sharp breath it sounds like he has taken a physical blow, Killian is stunned by the news. His chest tightens at the mere thought of Emma and Henry in pain or danger, and his mind is already racing to where she is and how quickly he can get there, what he can do. Yet, in the next moment, he knows there is something else he must take care of first. He can tell immediately by the lad's tone that he is already feeling guilt at being alright when Emma is not, and also at having to be the bearer of such awful news. He speaks firmly, and with intent when he responds. "No, lad, none of that. You need not apologize. You did not cause this, and you should not feel sorry at being unharmed. I have no doubt that is how Emma wanted it. Understood?"

Henry nods reluctantly before realizing that Killian can't see him, then manages a begrudging, "Understood."

"Where are you?" Killian asks, already moving around his rented room at Granny's to throw on his coat and grab the grey knitted scarf that Emma had brought him just a few days ago with a gentle smile and concern that he would take a chill. He is already reaching for the door as he adds, "I'm on my way to you, just tell me the direction."

"Head to the hospital – that's where we'll be."

"I will see you there, lad. I'm starting off as we speak."

"Killian," Henry breaks in again, strangely sounding as if he wants to reassure his mom's boyfriend, even though he is the one who has been in the wreck and is sitting beside his unconscious mother, "I know you were there once. Remember, they patched you up, even though you'd been hit by a car. They kept my gramps alive when he would have died for sure in the Enchanted Forest. They kept me stable when I ate the poisoned apple. They'll help Emma too. They have to! She's going to be alright. Just…I'll see you there, okay?"

"Aye, of course, lad," Killian assures, hearing both the pleading note in the boy's voice and the need to have his hope confirmed. The pirate already feels himself growing more frantic every second, wondering just how bad it is, but he can still try to give her boy a bit of comfort before he gives into his own fear. Though he speaks calmly to Henry, the desperate thoughts are already swirling inside his head. 'What if she doesn't wake? ' His beautiful, blunt, brave sheriff-princess, and he might never speak to her again, nor see her lovely green eyes sparkle with mischief. Killian shakes his head roughly, forcing that line of thought away. 'Not again. Not this time. Swan is strong. She will come back to me.' Killian has to believe that he will not suffer the loss of someone else he loves; even his life cannot be so cruel. "I'll be there as fast as I possibly can," he finishes saying to Henry, hoping the boy will be somewhat appeased; it’s all he has to offer.

"Good. Come find Gramps and me when you do, alright? ... And Killian?" Henry's voice fades for a moment, then adds, "You be careful. Mom will need you when she wakes up."

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After hanging up the phone, Henry lets out a breath of relief. Things aren't really any better, but the part he had been dreading is done. He looks back over to Emma, covering her hand with his own still-growing one, trying not to dwell on the chill to her skin. "Killian's on his way. Neither one of us want to lose you, Mom. I know you've had to do it a lot, but keep fighting. Stay with us."

Soon he hears sirens blaring, and then his grandpa peals up behind them in the town's outdated patrol car and runs to the Bug, ambulance wheeling in right behind him. Next thing Henry knows, David is jerking open the door and crushing his grandson to his chest. "Henry! Are you alright?!" he asks, drawing in a sharp breath as he sees his injured daughter over Henry's head. The EMTs are already easing her out of the car and onto a backboard for the trip to the hospital, and all he can really do is clasp Henry to him more tightly and watch. He feels the boy shaking slightly, even as he tries so hard to be strong. As a father, he wants to ask so many questions about his daughter. 'Has she spoken at all?' 'Opened her eyes?' 'What made her lose control of the car?' But he holds back, comforting his daughter's child instead. There is nothing he can do to help beyond that anyway.

Easing Henry out and guiding him with a hand around his shoulders, David ushers his grandson into the cruiser, studiously ignoring the sniffles the teen is trying to hide. He rounds the front of the vehicle, sliding behind the wheel and immediately turning it around to follow the ambulance. Still, he brakes for a moment, making eye contact with Henry and holding it determinedly. "She’s going to be fine. Trust me," he vows, knowing he shouldn't make such a promise, but unable to believe anything else. His daughter has been through so much to find her happy ending; it cannot be taken from her now. He hears Snow's eternally optimistic voice in his head, telling them to keep hoping, and he will not do anything less.

Henry merely nods in acceptance of his words though, and silence settles over them again as they make their way to the hospital.

iii. keeping vigil

Killian Jones cannot turn off the fear that has overtaken his mind – the worries for her, and the feelings of helplessness, that there is nothing he can do for Emma. He spends the whole walk – more run really – to the hospital with his heart in his throat, feeling it trying to choke him, in almost as much agony as when the Crocodile had held the organ and squeezed it in torture. His heart might as well be ash without her.

Unwanted visions of Emma lying pale and cold, as Milah had in death so long ago on the deck of his ship, flit across his brain – vicious waking nightmares that he cannot seem to banish. It pains him that he is already thinking the worst, when he knows he should not. Just as he once told Emma himself, his Swan too is a survivor. She has been proving so her entire life, and certainly as long as he has known her. Still, Killian cannot quell the near-paralyzing fear; he has lost everyone he ever loved, and he will not survive the loss of Emma as well, nor does he wish to.

Upon reaching Storybrooke General, Killian barrels into the ER, searching for Henry and David anxiously, and finding them in hard, plastic chairs in the waiting room to the right. "Henry! Dave!" he calls out, rushing toward them even as he gets their attention. "Have you had any news? How is she? Can we see her?" He does not mean to deluge them with questions, or to seem frantic in front of her worried son and her father, but he must know.

"Easy, Hook," David cautions, reaching out to place a steadying hand on his shoulder, "take a breath. We'll tell you what we know, but it isn't much at this point. We're going to have to wait."

Killian gives a curt nod and does try to draw in a deep, centering breath. He dearly wants to yell at the Prince, to rail at him for his seeming composure and for telling him to wait on word. Emma cannot wait; he needs to reach her. Instead, he forces the words down, blowing out a tense breath, reminding himself that David loves Emma as well, and is trying to help. "Fine," he grits, making his voice as controlled as possible, though still aching for something to hold onto, practically trembling with the effort of holding his body still, to appear calm. "Just please tell me what you know."

David nods, motioning for Killian to take the empty seat between himself and Henry, after moving their coats off it. "Emma's car hit a patch of ice. There didn't seem to be any others on the route they were traveling; it was just a freak chance of nature as far as anyone can tell. It was cold and starting to snow, and it just happened. They were traveling at road speed, so it's really a miracle Henry isn't in worse shape too."

"No miracle," Henry mutters, looking at his shoes forlornly, bitterness in his tone as he interrupts. "She threw her hand up, used her magic on instinct somehow to protect me, and she let herself get hurt."

Realization dawns on the Prince's face, as if he completely understands something that had been puzzling him. He doesn't comment on his thoughts though, instead moves as if to get up and embrace Henry. Killian jumps in first, getting Henry's attention and making sure the teen is looking at him. "Henry, what did I tell you on the phone? You can't blame yourself. Emma loves you more than anyone else in this world. She would never want to see you hurt if she could prevent it. There is no shame in that. She is your mother and will feel that way whether you are 13 or 33. She would not want you burdened by this, that I know."

"Hook's right," David seconds, making sure that his grandson knows no one believes Henry could or should have done anything more than he has.

Henry doesn't speak to agree or argue, but he seems less angry at any rate, and Killian's worry finally urges him to ask David to continue with his news of Emma.

Sighing, David does as he requests. "Regardless, Emma sustained a serious blow to the head, most probably from the dashboard, on impact. She almost certainly has a concussion, and she hasn't shown any signs of regaining consciousness. They have her in a private room under observation, monitoring to make sure she doesn't develop any subdural hematoma that puts undue pressure on the brain. If that happens, they will have to go in to surgically relieve it…" The Prince's face is grim as he tries to explain what he has been told, and Killian does not like the troubled expression the royal's eyes take on.

"Let us hope it does not come to that, mate," he offers awkwardly, not sure how else to provide comfort.

They sit in silence for a time, until Regina arrives. She and Henry leave to walk elsewhere in the hospital for a bit. Killian is honestly glad that Queen is here; she loves Henry dearly, and has raised him. She knows as well as anyone could what to do for him and what to say to him in this situation.

He clears his throat once they are alone and asks, "Is anything else being done for her? Can we see her? Sit with her? Anything?"

David shakes his head, trying to dissuade Killian before he goes up against the doctors and the hospital itself. "Right now, they aren't letting anyone in. She needs to be in a quiet, non-stimulating environment. When the doctor spoke to me, they didn't even want her to have visitors. After that, Dr. Whale assured me he would see what they could do. He said that her pulse was slow and a bit thready, while her blood pressure was up, and that her pupils were somewhat unequal in size. Both are concerns if she doesn't wake soon, and could indicate her unconsciousness deepening."

Thankfully, David pauses to draw breath and let that much settle in. Killian honestly does not know how much more he can stand, picturing Emma alone and helpless in such a fragile state. He wishes to be at her side, even if merely to hold her hand. She might have no awareness of him at all, but if there is any part of her which senses that she is alone, he would rather believe that she could sense if he were near as well. Killian knows that Emma's father is about to finish giving him what information he has, and is steeling himself for it, when they are interrupted by Regina and Henry's return and the arrival a few moments later of a harried-looking Dr. Whale.

"Any news on Miss Swan?" Regina asks brusquely of the doctor, cutting across both Emma's love and her father. Her voice sounds sharp and matter of fact, but Killian senses more care under the surface than he imagines Regina intends to show. She may be here for Henry's benefit most, but over time the Captain has seen her come to hold a grudging respect for his tough, no-nonsense Swan. They are qualities the former mayor has as well, and appreciates in others.

Whale looks startled by this new person firing questions at him, but as the prince does not seem to object, he answers anyway. "Not much has changed since I spoke with you last. Ms. Swan has withstood a significant blow to the head and is dealing with a concussion as a result. Her unconsciousness is a serious issue and must be monitored, but is not uncommon with this sort of injury. As long as her pulse returns to normal and her other vital signs remain stable, we are cautiously optimistic that she will wake once her body has had time to recover. If she remains unconscious through the night, we will make sure she is equipped to receive adequate nutrition intravenously in the morning. She will also need to be watched for respiratory difficulty or inability to swallow. However, we will deal with those issues if they arise. In the meantime, I am prepared to allow one visitor at a time, as long as each visitor remains quiet and calm."

Emma's four gathered visitors assure him that they understand all he has said and will abide by his orders; then they are led to the room where Emma rests. Killian is more than willing to allow Swan's father and her boy to each take their turns before him; he is so relieved to see her at all. Besides, once he reaches her side again, he has no intention of leaving.

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Nearly two hours have passed when Killian Jones is finally allowed to slip into the silent room Emma occupies and be near her at last. It is nearing 9 o'clock in the evening, and he knows he could not have stood being kept from her much longer. David has gone home to update and reassure Snow, who had stayed with the baby, and all three of them will be back bright and early in the morning. Henry has left as well, with Regina only minutes ago, surprising Killian by wrapping his skinny arms around the pirate's waist in a tight, wordless grasp and furtively wiping a silent tear from his face as he pulled away. "Take care of her, Captain," he had murmured lowly, making Killian aware that the lad knew his intention not to leave her.

"Aye, lad," he had responded in a voice equally low. "Have no doubt of that."

Moving across the room dimly washed in the moon's glow through the blinds, he tentatively reaches Emma and looks down on her before sinking into the chair nearby. For a moment, words are lost to him as he wonders how to reach her. He studies her beautiful, pale features, unable to stop gazing on her as his hand comes up to lightly trace over her cheek.

Speech seems pointless in the stillness of the room and her unflinching slumber. He only wants Emma to know that she is not alone, that she is loved, that he would do anything to bring her back. Bending to place a kiss upon her brow, Killian only whispers, "Darling, if you can hear me…please come back to us, Love. I need you. Your boy needs you. I promise…I will be right here when you wake." He threads his fingers with hers, leaning over the bed rail to keep his face even with hers, to watch in hopes of seeing her eyes flutter open again.

And so he begins the vigil he will keep, no matter how long, until she returns to him.

iv. drifting

Unbeknownst to Emma Swan, New Year's Eve dawns clear and bright, a brittle chill in the air, but a piercing sunlit sky overhead as well. Her son, her family, and her devoted pirate captain have all been waiting, watching, hoping she will wake, wishing each time a new sun rises that her eyes will open to see it and return to them. With a little one at home, David and Snow take turns visiting the hospital in the morning and afternoon while the other stays home with the young prince. As they do everything, the two royals work it out seamlessly between them, an unbreakable team. They set a routine of arriving at 7:00 a.m. – coffee and doughnut in hand for Killian – and never fail to carry on hoping, letting not a single moment of weakness show or a second of doubt that any day now their daughter will be awake to return their morning greeting.

Killian has not left Emma's side since he was allowed in her room that first night. One determined night shift nurse had attempted to shoo him out at midnight, but the words had died on her lips as she entered to find him seated at the sheriff's bedside – silent as stone, fingers of his one good hand tangled with hers, hook resting on the covers where the metal gleamed sharply in the dim light. He had raised a dark brow in questioning challenge, but had not moved or made a sound. No direct threat had been uttered, but it was clear he was not going anywhere without a fight, and from then on they had allowed him to remain.

Regina brings Henry faithfully as well, timing it so that Emma and Killian are not alone long after whichever of her parents has made the afternoon visit is gone. In truth, Killian is grateful for the company. He can only sit so long talking to Emma with no response – no twinkle of her laughing eyes, no sassy comebacks for his best witty flirtations – without wanting to beg her to return, to collapse to his knees, to give into the tide of despair he feels hovering in the back of his consciousness as each day and then night goes by with no change in her.

An IV has been put in, to get fluids and nutrients to her, and though he knows it was necessary, Killian feels a sense of nausea climb up his throat at the thought of her being so helpless, how much she would hate not even being able to feed herself or take a drink of water. His Swan is stubborn to a fault, not willing to give up an inch, wanting to handle all that life throws at her with her own strength and her own two hands. If she were aware of what was going on around her, it would be driving her mad. What really sends him over the edge though is the confirmation that she truly is not present with him; she doesn't know what is happening around her and she can't do it for herself. He continually has to push down the fear that she will not ever again.

After the first two days, it is determined that there is no further swelling or dangerous intracranial pressure. Continued observation reveals Emma's pulse and blood pressure regulating back to normal and her pupils' return to near equal size. Each note is received gratefully by her loved ones, but Emma remains in her distant, suspended state. Dr. Whale tries to caution them all that the brain has its own way and time frame for healing. They need to stay positive, keep visiting and talking to her. He assures them that he has no indication she will not come out of her coma once her body is fully healed and ready, but he also cannot explain to them why it has not already occurred.

A feeding tube is mentioned on the night Emma has been in the hospital a week, and Killian is more relieved than words can say when her father protests rather strongly, asking them to give her a day or two more to wake up before taking that step. The process would not have driven Killian away; he would have been there at her side, squeezing her hand in his, trying to offer her comfort whether Emma was aware of it or not, but seeing plastic tubing forced down his love's throat while she is unaware and can't fight back or speak for herself on the matter – even if it is meant to help her – seems somehow cruel and barbaric to him. Killian honestly is not sure he has the resolve to stand by and allow it without falling apart, much less to be present and watch.

Gradually, with his extended constant presence, the former pirate has grown on Emma's two regular nurses. Though both the day and night nurses had been disapproving at first of this dark, forbidding man disregarding all their rules and haunting their halls, his obvious devotion, his desire to do anything he could to help, and his charming nature had won them over. The day nurse now greets him as she arrives each morning, giving him a maternal smile and encouraging his hope by asking if there has been any change in Emma over the night. The night nurse has more than once covered him with a blanket upon her arrival, finding him asleep in the chair right next to Emma's bed. She cannot help but admire a man who loves that deeply and holds on so tightly; she finds herself anxiously awaiting their little town's sheriff waking to see who she has in her corner.

As Emma's unconsciousness stretches beyond a week, and then two, the hospital staff watches more carefully than ever for respiratory distress. Due to her inability to swallow, they begin suctioning her mouth and trachea when necessary, wanting to prevent any chance of aspiration. After failing to get Killian to leave while the procedure is accomplished, they show him how Emma must first be turned to lie on her side, and he then gently holds her in place while they carry out their task. Emma's pirate remains undeterred by anything she needs from him, only wanting to aid in her comfort, to do anything that might help, might keep her safe until she returns to them. His hands are steadying on her shoulders; he can tell that even unawares the suctioning must cause discomfort from the crinkle that forms between her brows, which he lovingly smoothes with a tender touch. He aches to take the distress from her, and so he watches over her religiously, brushing her hair back from her clammy forehead, watching for even the tiniest hint of movement.

Once all visitors and staff have cleared out for the night and they are alone again, that is when Killian Jones can do nothing more than pull the blankets back over her, take her hand once more, kiss her palm, and whisper to her. "Come, Love, surely you've had more than enough of this. Open your eyes, Darling…please. I am not giving up on you. I know you can find your way back. You are too stubborn by half to let this beat you. This…cannot…be your end."

It is only then, as darkness falls in the middle of the night, the halls are quiet, and Killian is sure no one will see, that he lets his strength crumble. His weeping is silent and fleeting, but his shoulders shake, unable to throw off the fear that his princess has finally gone where he cannot follow.

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Emma feels as though she is swimming through a hazy dream world, floating unaware and unconcerned by any of the worries, any of the cares that normally tie her down. She feels no pressure, no impending doom from some new villain, no worry over whether she is doing right by her son, spending enough time with her new baby brother and her parents, serving her newfound home as both sheriff and princess the way all expect of her. No sounds disturb the easy quiet surrounding her, wrapping her up like a warm, soft blanket. It almost feels as though she could close her eyes and sleep for hours, days even, and it wouldn't matter at all. There would be nothing to stop her.

As quickly as that thought comes though, her calm is somehow shaken by a tremor of fear. Sleep for days? No one there to notice or worry about her? No sounds, nothing to see, nothing to do? Something isn't right, and on the heels of that realization comes the awareness that she cannot seem to open her eyes to see where she is or what is happening. She cannot make her arms and legs move or respond to her gradually growing distress. Emma wants to open her mouth to cry out, but her lips don't part and no sound escapes. The cozy grey haze that had seemed so comforting mere moments ago has become a thickening fog strangling her and pulling her down into its depths.

A soothing croon breaks through the darkness surrounding her. Emma cannot immediately place the speaker, but she knows instinctively that this is a voice she loves, a voice she feels comforted by amidst the nothingness surrounding her. "Open your eyes, Darling…please…" the lilting voice pleads, and desperately, painstakingly, with every bit of determination and energy she came muster, Emma moves toward that sound – or at least she attempts to. She surfaces from the sea of swirling fog and finally opens her eyes.

v. welcome back, love

Joyous pandemonium is not an exaggeration for the scene in Emma's room just an hour after her waking. Despite Dr. Whale and the nurses' repeated cautions that they are still in a hospital, that the other patients should not be disturbed, and that Emma should not be overexcited after being unconscious for so long, Emma's family can't help their enthusiasm and relief. Henry is unable to cease motion; one moment he practically bounces on the balls of his feet at the foot of her bed, and the next he shuttles forward to hug her again, as tightly as he dares, and then backs away as if afraid he will break her.

For her own part, Emma never wants her son to let go, but she is still dazed and can barely speak around the lump in her throat, so she wordlessly lets him do as he will. She catches Regina's eye over his head more than once, and though the queen only gives her a silent nod of understanding, Emma senses that even her former adversary is relieved at her return. David keeps bringing her water, trying to smuggle snacks to her, and pestering her for anything else she might need which he can fetch. Snow simply stands at her shoulder, looking at her with a teary smile, and bouncing Emma's baby brother gently in her arms. It is more than a bit chaotic after the absolute peace and quiet Emma has been stuck in for so long…and she loves it.

It had been a different matter when she first opened her eyes an hour ago. Relief had flooded through her upon finding Killian there, fingers of his good hand wound up with hers, speaking to her through the quiet dark. Emma had been so glad she was not irrevocably lost in the grey vacuum of her subconscious that it had taken her a few stunned, blinking moments before registering her sailor's motionless shock, and how he could not cease staring at her with wide, disbelieving eyes over tear-streaked, unshaven cheeks - drinking her in as though she might vanish from his sight once more and trying several times to speak before finally stuttering out her name. "Em – Emma? You can hear me?"

She wanted to tease him, to break the tense emotional stakes and make him laugh the hearty, uninhibited guffaw she had only recently learned he possessed. Instinctively though – knowing what he must have gone through if he was sitting there looking as bedraggled as he did while she found herself in a hospital bed – Emma bit back any smart retort on the tip of her tongue and squeezed Killian's hand gently, merely nodding her head in response to his question. She realized just how dry and unused her throat felt anyway; speech seemed a bit more of a challenge than she had expected.

Killian had not seemed at all disappointed by her stillness. The smile that crept over his face at her barest of responses was near blinding and adorably accented by the laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Leaning over her, he delicately cradled Emma's face in hand and hook, then kissed her forehead. It might have appeared awkward to an outside observer, but Emma found the gesture immensely comforting. Still gaining her bearings, she swallowed hard, looking up to him for answers.

Her captain seemed to understand, as he always did, what she was thinking. "You've been out for more than two weeks, Swan. And…I will admit…you had me worried." He paused, seeming to need a moment to rein in his own reaction, brushing his fingers through her hair as he did. When he continued, his voice was suspiciously husky. "I must go find your doctor. He will no doubt want to check you over now that you're awake. I shall call your boy and your parents too; they have missed you tremendously."

She nodded her agreement, sensing that Killian hesitated to leave her alone, and gave him an encouraging smile. Secretly, she was thinking how good it felt to wake up to someone looking on her with such love. It was something she had been missing her entire life, and with him, it had been there the whole time – she had only needed to finally see. Twice in the last month, she had nearly lost this; first to Gold's attempt to crush Killian's heart, and now to her accident. Suddenly, Emma was clear on just how much she would be missing without this man in her life, how much she wanted to rest in his adoring gaze every night and wake up to it each morning.

His small upturn of the mouth showed once again that Killian possessed the ability to read at least some small portion of what was on her mind. "I will be but a moment," he assured her as he stood, then leaned back in with a whisper in her ear and teasing glint of white teeth in a happy grin. "Welcome back, Love."

Now, in the midst of the rest of her loved ones, and the night nurse who Emma can immediately see has fallen right under the spell of her pirate's irresistible charm, hugs are flying non-stop, and everyone seems to chatter and laugh at once, both in trying to fill her in on all that she has missed, and back and forth with each other. Emma feels wrapped in a warm, noisy nest of chatter and touch and genuine belonging, and instead of feeling smothered or pressured to respond in the right way, she simply feels happy and grateful to be back.

Killian is still hovering at her elbow. He smiles and nods along with what is said, responds when he is spoken to, but she can tell he is still shaken, still anxiously watching her, making sure she is alright. It is as though he had sat beside her standing guard for so long, fearing she was about to be snatched away from him, that he cannot yet relax and believe the ordeal is over.

As their miniature party breaks up and the rest of the group files out with embraces and promises to return in the morning when she is at last released to go home, Emma finds herself wondering how to comfort him. It was not so long ago that she had been standing frozen in the clock tower, powerless to do anything but watch as the Dark One prepared to kill her pirate. The anguish on his face when their eyes had met in that terrible moment; the corresponding pressure gripping her own chest as his heart was squeezed, and the irrevocable knowledge that Killian was slipping away from her against her will, were still incredibly fresh. The memory haunted her in ways she did not know how to express or assuage. Emma was all too well acquainted with how Killian might be feeling now, but what she didn't know was if she could provide any comfort when she had been the reason for his pain.

"Hey," she whispers, holding out a hand to him, urging her pirate closer to where the bed was raised for her to mostly sit up and interact with her guests more easily, "come here, Captain." Her voice is still a bit hoarse and strained from disuse, but Killian hears it immediately and is at her side almost before she has finished speaking. He had still been at the door from seeing everyone off, but upon her request, he is with her in an instant.

"What is it, Love? Are you in pain? Do you need something?" His hand hovers over her anxiously, smoothing back her hair and brushing over her shoulder, not sure where to settle.

If she doesn't stop him, Emma is pretty sure he will dart away again, off to fetch her something she doesn't even want, when all she needs is him – to draw him close and let him hold her. She isn't sure which one of them needs the contact more, but it has become a desperate necessity. "No! Killian, wait…" she swallows and licks her lips, trying to make her voice sound less scratchy and to gather her nerve. It may be the lingering weakness in her system, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable, but she finds herself needing to take the leap, to let Killian know he is as important to her as she is to him. "I'm fine. It's just…I just…I need you."

His gaze, as deep and blue as the ocean he loves, depthless and encompassing, warms her as he takes her in, almost as though he cannot believe her confession. "Of course…Emma. Anything you want, I will do. I promise, Darling."

Emma's throat nearly closes up at the glassiness of his eyes and the way his voice goes raspy with feeling. She knows by now that Killian Jones does not make a vow lightly, and her yearning surges even higher at his words. Biting her lip, she reaches to take his hand once more, tugs gently, and pats the space beside her on the mattress, before whispering, "Then come here…please…I need you to hold me. I…I th-thought you were gone…"

The hesitant look on her pirate's face is so worried and careful that it makes Emma want to giggle. If anyone who had known him as the fearsome Captain Hook could see him now, it would be hard to believe he was the same man. Yet, Emma can see the truth; his strength and daring have never faded, nor his dashing looks and unwavering air of command, but the drive and determination which had twisted into hatred and pursuit of revenge were once again fixed on heroism – and his commitment to her. "I don't want to unknowingly do you harm," he says anxiously, while refusing to meet her eyes.

"You won't," she breathes, pleading in her gaze when he finally meets it again, "unless you don't get in here." She gives him a playful wink as further reassurance and scoots over until she lies on her side, facing him with her back against the bedrail. She moves the IV so he won't pull it from her arm accidentally and then watches him and waits.

Heaving a sigh, Killian acquiesces, and though he wants to be sure not to hurt her, she knows he is craving the closeness as well. After shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it on the nearby chair and removing his shoes, he finally clambers gingerly up onto the bed next to her. Stretching full length on his side facing her, Killian leans in, nuzzling his nose gently over hers and kissing her lightly, still chaste and soft, but full of intense care. "Alright now, Swan?" he asks.

"Nearly," she responds a bit breathlessly. She reaches out to curl her fingers around the metal curve of his hook, taking this moment to make clear something he should already know. She is not repulsed by or fearful of his appendage – it is merely an extension of him. Pulling the blunted limb toward her body, Emma rests the arm on her hip, letting the hook wrap around her back. Then, she snuggles closer, fisting her hand in his shirt and burying her face in his warm chest.

They lie together like that for some time, comforted by the quiet closeness, heartbeats fitting to one another's rhythm. Finally, she pulls away just far enough to look him in the eye. Her words are fierce with passion when she speaks again. "I love you, Killian Jones. Don't you ever doubt that again."

He pulls her back, fervently ghosting his response with his lips at her temple. "You must know I feel the same, Emma. My love for you will never change – as long as either of us live."

The kiss that follows soothes both their fraught, churning hearts and finally brings the peace that both of them seek. Emma's hand finds the short hair at the nape of Killian's neck and begins to stroke through the dark strands. Killian's fear and sleepless vigil catch up to him in her embrace, and he soon drifts off to sleep. It isn't long before his warm, solid presence curled around her protectively does the same thing for Emma and she follows him into slumber.

Anyone else in Storybrooke General that night who peeks into Emma Swan's room cannot help but be touched by the sight of the lost princess- savior and her pirate prince finally at home…with each other. Right there for all to see is a vision of two healing souls finally granted a miracle.

Tagging a few who might enjoy (or have never seen this oldie!) : @jennjenn615 @kmomof4 @searchingwardrobes @laschatzi @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jrob64 @apiratewhopines @drowned-dreamer @xarandomdreamx @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @gingerchangeling @gingerpolyglot @tiganasummertree @optomisticgirl @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @xsajx @bluewildcatfanatic @stahlop @motherkatereloyshipper @statustemporary @booksteaandtoomuchtv @kazoosandfannypacks @zaharadessert @lfh1226-linda @wefoundloveunderthelight @mie779 @winterbaby89 @hollyethecurious @bdevereaux @justanother-unluckysoul @elizabeethan @the-darkdragonfly @donteattheappleshook @ilovemesomekillianjones @thislassishooked @grimmswan

#self promo sunday #cs canon divergent ff #wintry cs angst #darkness before dawn (leave hopes light on)#ouat s4 canon divergent ff #cs five part mc ff #ouat ff

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almostthre · 1 year

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O K A Y.

So in the beginning of the year I decided that I needed to write again, mainly so I can empty my head a little, however I’ve been thinking about jacegon so much, there’s not enough fics of them, and then it occurred to me that I could fix that problem. Thus I must start writing, which is very hard you know, especially because I’m the type that just imagines things and, at most, conceptualizes them. What I’m trying to say is that I need someone to talk to about my ideas to properly develop them and since I’m not asking my friends about their opinions on this I’ll just scream at the void that is this hellhole and hope that it screams back!

Anyway, let’s start with my beloved idea that I like to call “The White Lotufication of HOTD” so basically we would be following the Targaryens as they go to this luxurious resort for a family reunion and the rest is just truly horrible! But in a fun way, like idk Vissy, as I like to call him, survived his eleventh heart attack or something so he forces everyone to go cause “life is just so precious and PLEASE my beloved family get along for once” as he always does. A few things I have already decided to include: Daemon is adopted, because I feel the need to minimize the incest since this would be a modern au, Aegon has been sober for some time, Jace has older daughter syndrome, Rheana is an influencer so the whole thing is being posted on her insta and so on.

But what really matters is the jacegon, right?

That’s why I’m here, so let’s talk about them, as mentioned Aegon is sober, or at least trying to be. Why? Because he got the family into a big scandal, I was thinking of a sex tape that leaked and the stuff in it was just nasty(please read this with the voice of an old lady for the effect). Thus Vissy(read Otto) gives him an ultimatum: get his shit together or get a job and stop living off of his trust fund and thanks to that he would be trying to keep a low profile for the first time in his life, it’s hard for him, okay? Now to his relationship with Jace in the begging of the fic. They used to be besties until Aemond lost his eye and the family split in two. Since then he’s had no one so in some ways he resents Jace, since once he was out of Aegon’s live he realized that he was alone while Jace still had Luke and the others by his side, also Jace is the perfect son, he doesn’t bring shame to the Targaryen family which fuels Aegon’s insecurities and this beautiful cycle where he wishes to be close to his nephew again but eventually just pushes him further forms at some point.

Now for my boy, Jace! He’s the oldest daughter, he can never fail or disappoint, he must be perfect or he’s nothing at all so needless to say he’s got some issues. I think his feelings for Aegon started when he was just a boy with a crush on his pretty uncle, but as he grew he couldn’t help but desire for more,however he feels as if they could never be together since Aegon is still a piece of shit that pushes Jace away, don’t get me wrong Jace is very much in love but his uncle is an undeniable asshole that treats him like shit and as I mentioned incest wouldn’t be as accepted in this scenario, so those two getting together would be a scandal, and, as mentioned before, Jace cannot have that, he must be perfect. In some ways he would remind me of Henry from “Red White and Royal Blue” in this scenario, hiding his true self behind the perfect persona.

As for why this would be “the white lotusfication of hoft”

1. There will be death, but not of a major character, this is a comedy;

2. These people are all clinically insane;

3. I find that writing about the extremely wealthy without sprinkles of my hatred for them thrown around to be impossible;

4. Idk I just think it would be cool okay

Anyways if you’re part of the void I beg you to talk to me

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #jaegon #jacegon #jace x aegon #aegon x jacaerys #jace velaryon #jacerys velaryon #aegon the second #aegon ii targaryen #lucemond #aemond x lucerys

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thesoulesscollection · 1 year

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Comfort For The Tough (Request)

Request: Hi, again! I have another Toppat storyline request. It's a hurt/comfort, maybe Right worried/sad about something and Reginald trying to calm him down, which Reginald isn't quite used to because it's usually vice-versa?

Hey, I'm so terribly sorry that your request took me so long to finish. Been dealt a bad hand of writer block and other things. Like always you or anyone else interested can send in any request - it may take me a while though.

Tw/Tags: Canon Divergence, Toppat Henry, Mentioned Henry, Mild Angst, Hurt/Comfort, & Mild Panic Attacks

Reginald's heart leaps up into his throat, a hand clasped over, left helpless he stands aside uncomfortably where his love is in the midst of a horrible panic attack.

"It's going to be okay" He sat on his knees, gently prying the clammy hands away from the man's crumpled, scarred face, "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you again"

This truly amazed him, how the man, so big and buff in size, an intimidatingly gruff force to beckon with, can curl up small it's got to be painful.

"You don't need to say anything, dear. I'm here" Scooting closer, he was now a few inches, intending for Right to make the final decision if desired.

"... I-I'm so sorry…" The redhead manages to croak, a teary eye looks up as the other glowing red stares lifelessly ahead at no one in particular.

"Whatever are you sorry for? There's no reason why you should?"

Unraveling his tangled up limbs, the man straightens his posture, quickly attempting to wipe the tears that stained his face, "I… Didn't do my job properly. I-I promised to protect you but I didn't… I got hurt. Badly. I was helpless to do anything… Y-you. You were in danger an-"

"You did all that you could. That's all I could ever ask from you" Reginald cups his partner's damp cheek, thumb able to dry the tears, "Nobody would've thought that. He… Would have a chainsaw on his person and that he'll use it on you. We did what ought to be done so the past is best forgotten"

When Reginald came down from that high himself, dealt with the danger of having a total stranger break into their airship, likely to steal information or for worse. The latter had not been true, far from so as he was choked by his own gold necklace hanging off the ship's edge, a military plane a bit off. A million things had gone through his mind at the time, the state of his clan if he was arrested, and whether his devoted deputy was alive. Gosh, he's stricken with terror, yet he didn't intend to express such weakness to the intruder who brought him to such a dire situation, he's much tougher then what people often perceive him. Even when giving the reign over to the stranger, Reginald knew to always think ahead just in case and he had no qualms in taking what's rightfully his back.

However, such plans came to a halt when he heard the horrid news, his beloved is left in a worse condition nobody expected him to come unscathed. The angry bruise across his neck faded by now is nothing compared to his partner's horrid state, left for dead, injured permanently never to be the same again.

"I thought that I got a good handle on the dang kid. I've done this before on my own and won… Then w-why is this one so dang different... It seems like he got this unnatural luck on his bloody side and it infuriates me. Like he knew what was gonna happen next"

Soon seething anger replaces the bubbling panicking anxiety, voice crackling in pitch as Right’s freckled, tanned face scrunches up, turning to a bright, flushed hue. His good hand balls up into a tight fist, the other lays limp on his lap.

Shaking his head, Reginald sighs, "I know, darling, I know it hurts. You may not feel all too confident but please, don't you worry"

"I d-don't…" Taking in a deep, shallow breath then exhaling through his flared nostrils, Right felt a smidgen better, not completely whole, "... I-I'm still confused… Wha… Why did you allow him in here? To our clan, your pride and joy when he was sent here to dismantle us. Why did you let him be our new leader… After everything he put us. Me through…"

When Right continued to hesitantly inch forward, he kept a distance like it wouldn't be his best choice. The bigger man is a shaky mess, wearily eyeing him, cautious, similar to a scared caged animal. Hurt is made evident in his wounded, half robotic expression and what got to Reginald the most is the fear.

"It… It wasn't my best idea, okay so I'll be truthful with you there. I was terribly scared and for a split second without a thought, I blurted it out" Reginald mumbles out his admission, stiffly shrugging, instinctively holding his partner's hand, squeezing it in silent comfort. "That he won, I gave him the title. I didn't desire for any of this to happen, you know"

"That's outta be the stupidest idea you got yet, Reg"

"I know, really, I know. I do have a backup plan in case something goes askew. I have a sneaking suspicion it will"

One day soon enough that grimy, no good thief will trip on his own feet to which when that finally happened Reginald would be there to return the crown rightfully back on his head. It has to be at any moment that the careless scoundrel will fall apart as the man doesn't stand a chance in the clan against his superior years as leader.

"Most important is that you're safe. Alive. With me. So we can worry about this later"

Right raised a brow, skeptically, now sat beside Reginald, lying his head on the man's shoulder, "You better. I… Can't stand him... He scares me…" Breathing remains haggard, hand clammy when it grips Reginald's for the comfort.

"I know, dear. I'm sorry"

In his head Reginald, determined, sets a plan to remove the dangerous threat with whatever it takes, despite the possible serious consequences.

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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62 - A Kirby Propsal

Part 63

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus @dragonixfrye @samsgirl93

Nikola’s POV

Sitting by the window in my room I was holding my son while he was asleep in my arms. My parents were off somewhere running the school. Landon and I have been busy taking care of our baby but we haven’t really seen each other that much. “Another miracle child for this family. Hopefully you won’t have a destiny that says you have to die.”

The baby in my arms starts grabbing at my shirt mumbling some random sounds before I hear a random voice in my head. “Nikola, I’m sorry you had to fall in love with me.” Closing my eyes it sounds like Landon. Opening my eyes again I felt dizzy so I laid our son on the bed right before I collapsed onto the ground.

Opening my eyes again I was standing around some area with a bunch of empty crates. I didn’t recognize the area at all but I did hear the voice who called out. “Am I interrupting something? It seemed like a moment.” Landon slowly walked towards me but the tone in his voice didn’t sound like him.

“Landon…” I trailed off about to hug him until someone vamped in front of me to see my sister Hope. “Hope, what is happening. How did you turn?”

She grabs my shoulders glancing back to my mate flashing me her fangs. “That isn’t Landon, it's Malivore. I’m sorry but we have to kill him otherwise he will destroy everything we care about including Henry.”

“Wait no. I’m not ready.” I was startled and panicked that this day would come but I was completely emotional over this. “This isn’t real, right. I won’t kill the father of my child. I…I don’t have the heart to do it.”

My twin grumbles through tears clearly not wanting to do what is about to happen. “Then I’ll do it for you. I jumped into the pit to protect you and our parents so I’ll take this pain from you. I may be your little sister but I’ll do it.”

“I can’t ask you to do the hero move for me. I’m your big sister and I’m supposed to be the one protecting you.” Gripping the ends of my hair I felt myself starting to cry uncontrollably at the thought. “This isn’t real. Fate isn’t real. I’m gonna wake up now. I want to wake UP NOW!”

Landon/Malivore smirked coming closer to us where my sister vamped forward but he snapped her neck dropping her body at my feet. “It doesn’t matter what she says. You’re the only one who can truly kill me. Soulmate to soulmate. Unless I kill you first - urgh!” He grunted, grabbing his head until I stared into the brown eyes I knew.

“Landon, is it really you?” I asked keeping some distance between the two of us but I could feel his breath mixing with mine.

He blinked a few times replying back with a nervous smile down at me. “I bet you say that to all the Landon’s”

“Oh gosh…how do we do this!” Flinging my arms around his neck I sobbed into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist holding me close.

He buried his face in my hair before I woke up from this nightmare of a vision I was living. “Just close your eyes when you kill me…and promise me that you will tell Henry stories of his father…I love you, forever.”

Shooting upright I gasped clutching my heart feeling like I just lived through a panic attack but much worse. Frantically looking around the room seeing that little Henry was still sound asleep on the bed until the bedroom got kicked open and he started crying. “Surprise, my Tribrid niece.”

“Uncle Kol…what are you doing here?” I asked slowly, getting to my feet wiping away tears with the sleeve of my shirt. I wasn’t expecting to see any of my other family anytime soon so this was a good surprise.

He walked across the room when I picked up Henry, getting him to calm down from the sudden interruption of his nap. “You will see soon enough. Why are you crying, darling?” He rests a hand on my shoulder.

“I think I just had a horrible vision that I will have to kill the father of my child and love of my life.” I replied to my favorite uncle embracing him in a side hug holding my son in my other arm. “But never mind that I am so happy to see you. Is there a surprise downstairs or something?”

Uncle Kol struggled to hide a huge grin. “You could say that.”

Maddie’s POV

Hugging a notebook to my chest I felt like I was my sister at this moment. It had only been a few weeks since my eldest daughter gave birth to her child. Now her boyfriend was insisting that today would be the day he would propose so I had called the whole family. My twin sister included so she would get to spend time with her daughters. “I don’t understand why you just wouldn’t let me compel the tone’s people to set this up for us, Maddie.”

“Because Nik I am acting as if I am still human.” Flipping my hair over my shoulders I scoffed to my husband who was sitting in an armchair sipping a glass of scotch. “Besides, Landon asked for our help and I don’t see you doing anything.”

He pointed his index finger up at me. “Because you won’t let me speed this process up with compulsion like I suggested two hours ago.”

Using our vamp ears we both heard the front door be opened and closed following my sister’s voice coming down the hallway and into the living room with the giant fireplace in the middle. “You just have to face the fact that some vampires try and not be a vampire. For example me and my sister take a blood bag a day and then the rest of the time we act human.”

“Caroline, how pleased I am to see you. Now we’ll never get this proposal thing set the bloody hell up.” Klaus grumbled running a hand over his face slumping in the chair.

My twin scoffed pulling me in for a hug giggling where I dropped the notebook on the floor hugging her tightly back. Our blonde hair getting thrown every direction while we spun around overjoyed to see one another. “I’ve missed you so much, Mads. Ohh and I can’t believe my little niece is going to get engaged!”

“If she says yes that is, Care. But I have faith that she will. Her and Landon are soulmates after all.” I shrugs my shoulders, still holding onto her forearms like she does me.

Eight sets of footsteps entered the living room making us turn and see a panicked Landon frantically standing in between the Saltzman twins and Hope. “I am totally freaking out about this. I mean what if she still says no. I mean we are destined to be together but I….I’m also the son of Malivore so…”

“Mom. I can’t believe you came home.” Lizzie rushed forward embracing her mother excitedly.

My sister hugged her with Josie joining in with them. “It’s really good to see you actually here, mom.”

Hope comes over to me picking up the checklist notebook glancing around the room. There was some balloons by the fireplace and everyone was here except for Rebekah and Elijah who were in charge of getting the cake. “Look if we’re not going to do this it needs to happen soon because he is literally playing worse case scenarios in his head now. And I am not great about speeches or pep talks.”

“Well I’m sorry but this is a big deal. She could say no, Hope!” Landon raised his voice running his fingers through his curly hair.

The front door opened again and Rebekah vamped forward, lifting my feet off the ground in a few spins then doing the same to my other daughter. “My little niece is getting married! Where is she because we have to go dress shopping immediately. Right Caroline.”

“Where do you want the cake, Maddison?” Elijah entered the living room carrying a box in his hands.

Taking the box from him I sat it down on the main table hugging him and he hugged me back planting a kiss on my forehead. “It’s good you could make it, Elijah. This is an important day for my little girl.”

“Does anyone care that I am freaked out over here!” Landon calls out to get everyone’s attention.

Klaus finally rose from his chair, finishing off what he had left in his glass, handing it to me then striding over to the young former phoenix boy. “This moment is scary for every man in the world, supernatural or not. I was worried Maddie would say no to me but clearly she didn’t. Now I can tell you that you need to just push through those fears and ask my daughter.”

“Ask your daughter what, dad?” Every single one of us turned around seeing Nikola holding little Henry with Kol standing on her other side grinning ear to ear.

Throwing my hands up I slumped my shoulders slightly annoyed at my other brother in law not following my plan I was very specific about. “Kol, I gave you one job. To wait for my signal to bring her down. We don’t have everything ready.”

“Sorry not sorry, Maddie darling. I am a rebel by heart.” The young Mikaelson shrugged his shoulders, taking little Henry for his niece's arms so she didn’t have to hold for what was planned next. “Now is a good time, Kirby.”

Landon cleared his throat taking Nikola’s hands in his tugging her closer to stand in front of the fireplace with the rest of us watching closely. So I have been trying all day to come up with the right words like the hero would use in Star Wars or another fantasy world. And I never seem to have the right ones so I’ll just wing it.”

“Landon, what are you trying to say and why has my mother railed our whole family not that I don’t love seeing all of you. It’s just I’m confused.” My daughter shook her head smiling up at the boy.

Landon slowly reached inside his pocket of his jacket finding the ring but accidentally dropped it on the floor. “Nikola Mikaelson I - crap sorry…where did it go?”

“Landon.” She called picking up the ring in between her thumb and index finger locking eyes with him having some tears slipping out. “Is this my mother’s ring?”

He intertwined his freehand with hers shaking a little while he spoke towards her. “Yes it is. She made a copy of it and I have - actually I thought I planned this out better but I guess not. I’m sorry I just love you and little Henry so much. So I was trying to have this whole thing go better - uh never mind I love you so please say yes and marry me. Marry me, Nikola Mikaelson.”

“Yes, you dork. Of course I will.” She giggled, slipping the ring on her hand for him, throwing her arms around his neck. “I mean we have a child together so I thought we were already together forever but whatever I will gladly marry you.”

Landon buried his face in her hair, sighing in relief until they broke the hug kissing our daughter slowly. “I am so relieved that you said yes…that was the scariest moment of my life aside from fighting monsters all the time.”

Laying my head on my husband’s chest Klaus wrapped his arms around me kissing the crown of my head. “All the boy needed was a stern talking too. Plus he’s lucky I found him a good suitor.”

“Well that is a relief for all…until Hope brings someone home too.” Lifting my head I nuzzled my nose against his where he leaned down capturing my lips in a gentle kiss.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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year in review: favorite lines!

I was tagged by the lovely @firenati0n in this adorable tag game where we share our top favorite segments from our published fics and/or wips! thank you for tagging me❤️

This year has been a fandom rollercoaster with being in RWRB fandom and also the SPN fandom! For RWRB, I posted three works (and have like 3 WIPS) and for SPN, I posted one fic (and unfortunately no WIP)

Starting with RWRB fandom,

Published (all works have been published in ao3) -

1. It’s the First Kiss (it’s flawless, really something, it’s fearless)

“How bad?”

“I don't know,” Henry said.

Alex's heart broke even further. He nudged Henry, “Scoot over, let me hold you.” Henry obliged without any further question. Alex slipped beside him under the covers and wrapped his arms around Henry. “Is it all the way black?”

“All the way.” It was a system they had come up with in their first year of living together—a colour system to know how bad the day was. Blue stood for ‘feel like shit but I'm going to be fine’, gray was for ‘feel so horrible, but a hug will cure me’ and finally, black was for ‘it hurts to even breathe, need you to hold me and never let go’.

Henry turned around the embrace and rested his cheek against Alex's chest. The rhythmic beats of his heart calmed his mind but it was not enough. He was still hurting. Alex gently carded his fingers through his golden strands and Henry felt himself tearing up. “Shh, shh, sweetheart, it's alright.” But the tears never stopped. Sobs racked his body as he made a mess of Alex's shirt with tears and snot. However Alex only pulled him closer to himself. “It's alright, H, let it out. I'm here for you.”

2. You Gave Me Roses (I Left Them There To Die)

“It's fine. Here—” Alex made a space on his bed for Henry to sit beside him, “Baby, please c’mere.”

And who was Henry to ever deny Alex anything?

“Henry you're so fucking wrong if you think I don't want you. I want you—all the good parts, all the bad parts and even the parts that you have sworn to hide away forever.” Henry's eyes snapped back to Alex. The familiar pain returned, and the final vestige of armour began to crumble. Despite his attempts to hold onto it, he sensed it slipping away, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. “Let yourself have me.”

“I want to.”

“Then fucking have me.”

And then again, who was Henry to ever deny Alex anything ?

3. The Great American Roommate Experiment (also a WIP series)

Henry grumbled, “Go to sleep, Alex.”

“Henry, what happened?” Alex asked. “If I did something wrong then I’m sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong. Not everything is about you, Alex.” Henry sounded harsher than he meant to be because deep-down he knew it was a lie—if he could, he would have made everything about Alex.

Alex frowned deeply, “Okay, fuck, fine! Don't have to be so fucking rude Henry. I just wanted to watch Bake-off with—”

Henry was exhausted, horny and truly couldn't give a fuck right now. He hadn't had a decent sex in a long time and he was tired of pining after a man who was so out of his reach, he could have fucking well lived in the goddamn outer space, “Christ, Alex! Can't you just let a man have a bloody wank in peace?”

Now onto WIPS -

1. The +1: Boyfriend for Rent

The devil on Henry's shoulder is pulling an overtime again. He gives Alex a nod and is dragged off to the dance floor. The pulsating rhythm envelopes the two boys while they navigate the dance floor in shared harmony.

Alex lets his hands rest in the dip of Henry's waist and the blonde's steps falter. “It's all in the hips, sweetheart,” Alex sways his hips to establish his point. And Henry—yeah, Henry is not okay. Alex guides Henry's hands up to his shoulders, drawing himself close to the blonde's chest. With a continuous rolling motion of his hips, Alex grinds against him. He feeds into his urge to be infinitely close to Henry and tucks his face into the crook of Henry's neck.

“Is this okay?” Alex breathes out against the blonde's neck. Henry nods. “Words, sweetheart. I need words. I want to follow each clause.”

“Yes—” Henry struggles to suppress a whimper that lingers at the edge of his lips as Alex's hands ascend to his chest. “It's okay.”

2. Unnamed Spy AU

“Ms. Bankston,” Henry raises his eyes to meet their superior's gaze, who appears poised to throttle both the Agents. “May I possibly be removed from this mission? I do not want to risk Agent Claremont-Diaz’s well-being because—” he whips head around towards Alex “—you don't seem to trust me at all.”

For a fleeting moment, Alex was thrown back in the past—back to their first mission together, in Rio. “Henry,” Alex wheezes, “Call b-backup. Henry?” He is running out of breath; running out of time. The bullet—a merciless messenger of death—has slotted itself beside his sternum. It's a miracle that the piece of metal didn't manage to puncture his heart. He is bleeding out. “Henry?” Alex calls for his partner but it's futile. For Henry stands paralysed—

“Alex?” Zahra's voice snaps him out of his reverie. Alex tips his chair back to stand up. He senses the twitching and shaking in his hands and fingers, recognizing the signs of an impending panic attack. “Agent Claremont-Diaz, are you okay?”

3. Unnamed Bridgerton AU (Idk when or how i will write this with Regency era English lol)

“And what? Tarnish the family name to find myself a husband? Gran will never allow me this respite.”

“Brother, you cannot—”

“I must.” That was all he told Bea before he was off to do his duty—find himself a wife. Henry let his inquisitive gaze travel the room in hopes that he could find a woman suitable enough for him to carry on a conversation. While he didn't hold an overly high opinion of himself, contemplating a loveless union compelled him to seek a lady whose wit could at least match his own. One could only endure tales of knitting for so long.

It was at that moment he glimpsed her presence, adorned in silk embellished with golden sequins. Miss Catalina June Claremont-Diaz, her eyes radiating keen intelligence as she engaged in conversation with Lord Richards who was simply quite taken by her. Yet, as he allowed his gaze to linger further left, a surge of emotions overwhelmed him, leaving him in a state of bewildered captivation for a long time.

The cause of this mesmerization was none other than a strikingly handsome gentleman who stood guard beside her. Upon further inspection, Henry understood it was Mister Alexander Claremont-Diaz, Miss June's younger brother.

Hello, old friend SPN fandom,

Published (On Tumblr) -

If We Love Again

“I remember very clearly you throwing me out of the bunker and telling me never to contact you again. You know what, showing up tonight was my bigges—”

“Son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm fucking doin’ this,” Dean murmured.

“Wha–” The rest of the question turned into a squeak and Dean’s lips crashed into her. And then the thoughts crashed into him. Fuck.

Dean immediately jumped back from her. “I'm so sor—”

“If you dare to say sorry for this, I am telling Sammy to shoot you in your dick, asshole,” Y/N panted, “Fucking come, kiss me, you moron!”

Now onto tagging!

Open tags! Please feel free to do this tag game - its fun and I want to know all about your fics!

#tag games #wips #current wips #published works #rwrb fic #FirstPrince fic #red white and royal blue fic #supernatural #spn fic #spn

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mystical-flute · 1 year

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Some Enchanted Evening (SF Month Day 8)

AO3 || FFN

A year after Pan's curse forces everyone back to the Enchanted Forest, Emma still isn't sure she's truly found her place. When Neal stops by for a visit, Emma realizes he's been the home she was looking for all along.

If someone had told Emma Swan a year ago that she would literally be living in a castle, that her parents had re-taken their thrones, and that she was going to be trained in how Misthaven worked, she would have laughed in their face.

But it wasn’t last year anymore, and she really was standing in a traditional riding outfit, staring at herself in the mirror. Two dresses hung behind her - one a deep navy blue and the other a gorgeous shade of red. She would be wearing one of those to the ball tomorrow night, celebrating the one year anniversary of their return to the Enchanted Forest from The Land Without Magic.

A ball. God, Emma never thought she’d actually be going to one of these. Sure, her mom had told her all about what her life would’ve been like in the Enchanted Forest had Regina not cast her curse, but the mere thought of having to actually live it wasn’t something she’d considered before.

At least Henry seemed to be having fun, going between Regina’s palace and theirs. He, to no surprise, had taken to the Enchanted Forest like he’d lived there all his life. Riding lessons with Regina, sword fighting lessons with David, history lessons with Mary-Margaret, art lessons with Neal… and yet Henry had taken to it like a duck to water.

She felt horribly out of place. She knew this would have been the life her parents gave her had the curse never happened, but this was still nothing like the almost thirty years she had already lived.

A knock on the door startled her from her thoughts, and she tensed, really not in the mood for another princess lesson from her mother. Instead, she found Neal at the door, and exhaled in relief.

“Hey,” he said. “You alright?”

She shrugged, scuffing her boot across the floor. “I’m… trying to be. This is a lot to take in for someone who only visited once for a week and fought most of it along the way. Now I have to learn how to be a princess, and it’s weird.”

“At least your mom’s letting you wear what you want, instead of forcing you into a dress.”

Emma couldn’t help but laugh. “You really think she could have forced me into wearing what I didn’t want to wear?” She loved her mother, despite how awkward it could still be between them, but she knew her mom would never force her to wear a poofy pink princess dress if she didn’t want it.

“Nah, you’d never let her live it down.”

“Where have you been anyway? It’s been almost a week since you’ve visited.”

Neal shrugged. “Belle thinks she’s close to figuring out a way to get Papa’s magic back without killing him.”

“What? Neal, that’s great news! But… you don’t seem all that happy about it.”

“You know how I am with magic, Emma. It makes me uncomfortable, especially when it comes from my father.”

Emma could feel her own magic crackling beneath her fingertips. She’d had practice with Regina, but it didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel natural, despite Regina, and everyone else, telling her that she was literally born from magic. “Yeah. I get what you mean. I can’t say I’m too excited about having magic after what you’ve said your dad put you through.”

“Shit, Emma, I didn’t mean - ”

“No, I know, it’s okay,” she said. “We both have our issues.”

Neal nodded and glanced at the dresses that hung on the wall. “So this ball that your parents are holding -”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I don’t even know what I’m going to do about it. My parents want our family to have the first dance, but I’m barely able to keep tempo, let alone dance a full waltz like they’re planning.”

“What, are you afraid you’ll step on your date’s toes or something? Who is your date, anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“Your parents aren’t picking him out for you, are they?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I just… haven’t figured out who I’d want to be on that dance floor with me, that’s all. Plus, it’s not like I’ve had a lot of time for romance with Henry’s kidnapping, the Neverland shit, and then Pan’s curse causing us to come back here and rebuild everything.”

Granted, she’d been working up the courage to meet Neal at the diner when chaos had struck Storybrooke for what would be the last time, but now that they’d been back here, fighting to reclaim the kingdom from trolls and a very nasty witch with a vendetta against Regina, romance was hardly at the forefront of her mind.

But then again… was there anyone better suited to be her date than someone else who was struggling with their sudden return to the Enchanted Forest? Someone who had known her longer than everyone else in the kingdom?

“But,” she finally said, “I wouldn’t mind if you were my date.”

Neal’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“Yeah. So… Do you want to be my date to the ball?” Was this what normal teenagers back in the Land Without Magic felt like when they were asking each other to prom? If it was, she wasn’t sure she liked the squirming, uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.

A wide, dopey grin spread across his face, and Emma felt her stomach do even more flip flops.

“Well, I uh - I can’t promise I’ll be any better at dancing than you are. I’m the son of a broke spinner, you know.”

Emma laughed softly. “That’s alright. I’d much rather make an ass out of myself with you than with anyone else.”

“Thanks… I think.”

She smiled. “I mean, I won’t feel completely out of my element if I’m out there dancing with you instead of, I don’t know, one of the twelve princes from the Southern Isles or something.”

“Twelve? And your parents invited them all?”

“Yup. Like I told you, everyone was invited, whether they were from Storybrooke or not.”

Neal whistled. “Your mom’s really going all out.”

“Yeah, well, she’s got about thirty years worth of balls and parties to hold.” Emma didn’t understand it in the slightest, but it made her mom happy, so she didn’t question it too much, and certainly not to her mother’s face.

“Right…” Neal said. “You wanna take a ride? There’s a nice lake not too far from here if you want to clear your head.”

“I would love to.” Being anywhere but the castle sounded heavenly right now.

Neal turned to open the door, before he paused, glancing at the dresses, and let out another low whistle. “So uh, are those your options for the ball?”

“Yeah, I can’t seem to decide between them though.”

There was a look on his face that had Emma’s stomach doing a flip flop again. “Oh. Well… you can’t go wrong with either of them.”

She laughed awkwardly and followed him out of the room. “Thanks.”

“We could get a castle. You, me, and Neal…”

Henry’s words bounced around her head as they moved to the barn and got on their horses. Horses, surprisingly, was something that had come naturally to Emma, and gave her a sense of relief that not everything in this world was going to be hopelessly confusing to her. Tallahassee the horse was a far cry from the city Neal had once promised her they’d find their happy ending at, but she was a good mare, and gave her comfort.

Neal grinned as they rode down the pathway. “Hey, you know, I should’ve packed us a picnic.”

“A picnic by a lake after we went horseback riding? What are we, a couple in a romance novel?”

“Well, you are a princess, and I am the dashing rogue.”

“Rogue? You’re basically the Sorcerer’s Apprentice at this point,” Emma teased. “But I’m not sure either of those are going to be good enough for a princess at a ball.”

“Then the princess should have asked Prince Hans to the ball instead.”

She had missed this, the way they could just banter back and forth like they were teeangers in a stolen car again. The car had been brought back to the Enchanted Forest, like most other things from the town, but without actual roads to drive it on, it sat near the horse’s barn, not being used.

It made her sad, really. That car had been through so much with them - especially with her. To see it rusting, a relic of a bygone era… which was super weird because the Enchanted Forest - Misthaven, whatever it was called - was basically the past in her eyes.

“So what kind of dancing is Henry going to do? Did he learn to waltz too?” Neal asked, as the horses cantered down the trail.

“Yeah, he’s going to be dancing with Regina during the opening number.”

“I think that’s awesome. Your parents sound like better rulers than the idiots who ran my village when I was a kid.”

Emma frowned and slowly got off Tallahassee as they arrived at the lake. “You’ve never told me about your past here. Was it much different three hundred years ago?”

“Technologically? No, but my area was being wrecked by ogres. The duke had a law that everyone thirteen and over had to go to the front lines and fight. Ultimately, that’s what led Papa to becoming who he was - because he’d fought in the first Ogre Wars, and wanted to spare me the same fate.”

“He wanted to give you your best chance…”

Neal nodded. “Yeah, you could call it that.”

Emma smiled a little. Their family seemed full of people trying to give their children their best chance. Despite everything Rumplestiltskin had done, it was nice to know there had been a good reason at the heart of it all - she herself had been ready to rip the world apart in order to get back to Henry when she’d been trapped here with Mary-Margaret.

They smoothed out a blanket and took a seat, looking out at the clear water. Neal’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Emma couldn’t help but lean her head against him, feeling safe and content in his arms. It was almost like she was home, and that was a feeling she never wanted to lose ever again.

“I love you,” she murmured. When she felt him freeze, she leaned up, looking at him in complete seriousness. “I really do. I never stopped loving you. Even when I wasted ten years of my life being so angry at you. I love you, Neal Cassidy. More than I can say.”

A goofy, disbelieving grin grossed Neal’s features. “You do? I love you too. And I’m so sorry I let August talk me into abandoning you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that. I know now that you were doing what you thought was right at the time.” No sense dwelling on the bad, hard parts of their past, after all.

“So what happens now?” he asked. “Do you… want to go on a proper date? Because Granny’s is still around and thriving. I guess people missed that part of Storybrooke.”

“I can’t say I blame them. Her onion rings are divine.”

“Well then, your majesty, I shall take you to get your divine onion rings,” Neal said dramatically, rising to his feet and holding out his hand to help her up.

Emma rolled her eyes and grinned. “Careful. You keep saying stuff like that and you’ll end up a Prince Consort.”

He hummed. “I don’t know if that would be so bad.”

With that, he pulled her into a kiss - their first kiss since they were awkward teenagers and while sparks had flown then, they were nothing compared to what she felt now. Warm, loving, a promise of a better tomorrow.

Finally, she pulled away, breathless and eyes twinkling. “You know… I don’t know if I’m hungry for onion rings anymore…”

As always, Neal caught on immediately. “Oh yeah? Where else do you wanna go then?”

Emma could only grin, wrapping her arms around him and vanishing with him in a puff of smoke to one of her mother’s old hideouts. No one would find them there, but even still, she felt like a teenager again as she and Neal fell together, each taking a turn to keep an eye out for those who might be lurking nearby.

And when they returned to the castle later that evening after retrieving their horses from the lake, no one seemed worried, or suspected a thing.

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“I’m so happy I’m finally able to do this with you,” her mother said softly, adjusting one of the pins in Emma’s hair so it tamed a blonde curl that was stubbornly sticking up from the rest. “I dreamed of helping you prepare for your first ball ever since I found out I was going to have a girl.”

Emma furrowed her brow in confusion. “I’m happy we can finally do this too, but that’s a bit late in the game for you. I would have thought you’d dream of that the minute you started trying.” Not that Emma wanted to imagine that.

“Late? What do you mean late? Oh!” she cut herself off, understanding, and went to a little box on her nightstand drawer, pulling out a necklace. ��This told me. It was your grandmother’s - David’s mother’s. It’s enchanted to tell you the sex of your firstborn child, even if you aren’t pregnant yet. See? Watch - oh.”

Emma watched as the pendant swung north to south, but frowned at her mother’s reaction. “What? It moved, right? That’s what it’s supposed to do?”

“Well, yes, but with you it swung east to west. That's what Ruth told me - north to south for a boy, east to west for a girl.”

Emma frowned and held out her hand. “Well, here, try it on me. It should swing north to south, right?”

Her mother nodded, and they watched, staring in shock as the necklace moved east to west.

“Did Ruth have any other kids besides Dad and James?” Emma asked.

“No… and her mother was an only child too, from what I’ve heard.”

“Do you think it might be enchanted to tell you the sex of any child you could potentially have, even after the first?”

Her mother looked a little pale. “I… it might be possible.”

They stared at each other in an awkward silence.

“Do you think we keep this between us?” Emma finally asked.

Her mother nodded and returned the necklace to the box. “Right. Let’s finish up.”

Emma nodded and looked at herself in the mirror, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, then fixed her red lipstick once again. “I think I’m ready, actually.”

Her mother smiled. “You are. You look beautiful, Emma. Red really is your color.”

Emma smiled. “Thanks, Mom. I think white is yours, too. Just be careful about spilling anything on your dress.”

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Presenting Her Majesty Regina Mills, Her Majesty Snow White, Prince Consort David Nolan, Princess Emma Swan, Sir Neal Cassidy, and Prince Henry Mills!” the crier called, the family standing at the top of a grand staircase overlooking the ballroom. From her position in the line, Emma could see Ruby and Granny, Ashley and Sean, Kathryn and Frederick, Rumplestiltskin and Belle… everyone she’d once known as citizens of an ordinary small town, now suddenly wearing grand ball gowns and suits, and felt overwhelmed all over again.

Neal squeezed her hand, breaking her from her thoughts. “Hey, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’m not gonna let you get lost in the crowd.”

Emma nodded as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. When the music began, Neal gently led her into the waltz, keeping tempo far more easily than she could.

“Did Belle give you some pointers?” she questioned.

“Maybe a few.”

“Well, good. I’m glad. I don’t feel so silly now.”

He grinned. “No? How do you feel, then?”

Emma smiled softly. “I feel like I’m home.”

#swanfire month 2022 #swanfire #emma swan #neal cassidy

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thygoddessouijathicc · 1 year

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Phone Guy Dave AU Fanfic: Saferoom

(Disclaimers: I know this is not my promised cursed fic, this is something else I whipped up because it was giving me trouble. This is the DSAF 3 bad route, and has spoilers as such. However in this AU Dave did not springlock Jack, thus Henry, although present, does not not have control of his mind. I’m writing Henry’s influence more as possession than manipulation like it really was. Characters may be OOC as I have no practice writing them.)

Dave had asked Jack to meet him in the Saferoom. He was worried about this to say the least, but hey, even IF Jack has been acting a little… off… lately did not mean there was something bad going on! Of course there wasn’t. How horrible of him to even SUSPECT his Old Sport of something malicious… towards him at least!

The large green rabbit sighed and started pacing uncomfortably. Jack was coming soon, wasn’t he? Did he not like Dave anymore? Would he not accept- no no. Things will all be fine. In fact! He should be punished for doubting Old Sport so much.

The rabbit walked over to the table in the Saferoom, laying his left hand out flat on it. He picked up a hammer laying on the table beside it, and brought it down roughly on his hand. Once… twice… three times. Driving the springlocks further into his hand. He’d done this before, plenty of times, and he’d do it again.

The door to the Saferoom swung open, and closed with a heavy slam due to it’s weight as the suspiciously orange skinned man entered the unpleasantly blood scented and mossy room.

Dave gasped, and dropped his hammer, he turned around to see Jack standing there. He’d never been too great at reading faces (same man, same). But he felt something was very wrong with his Old Sport. Something was troubling him… no. It was probably just in his head, like always. Jack was just uncomfortable in the Saferoom. He had died in one, after all!

“SPORTSY!” The rabbit greeted, it’s metallic face twisted into something like a smile.

“Oh shit wuddup Davey!” The orange man replied. See, nothing was wrong! “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dave’s expression changed to something more serious. “Ah well I…” he was finding this harder to say than he had expected. “I uhhh…”

“Just spit it out already.” ‘Jack’ says. It doesn’t quite sound like him. The rabbit whimpers.

“I just wanted to tell you… I… I… I love you, Sport, have since we met.” The rabbit says as quickly as he can, his eyes squeezed closed. That wasn’t so bad after all. He hears footsteps approaching.

He looks down at Jack, now right in front of him. His face is unreadable… that’s not necessarily bad… is it? He gives off the impression that he is fighting his own body.

Suddenly, Dave is kicked, stumbling back and hitting his head on the wall, driving the springlocks in further, before falling to the ground. In an instant Jack is on top of him. His knee on Dave’s chest, keeping him down with almost superhuman strength. He feels hands on his head, pulling and twisting.

“J-Jack?” He says questioningly. What is happening hasn’t even registered for him yet. As soon as he truly realizes the danger he’s in, at the hands of someone he loved no less, the gravity of the situation sets in, and he begins to thrash around in Jack’s grip, begging for his life.

Jack doesn’t stop.

Noticing there is no escaping this, nor much more for him to even live for besides his own fear of death, Dave goes limp. What was he to do now that the man he had waited 30 years to see was hurting him, for his confession no less. He truly didn’t have anything left.

Jack seems to regain his sanity as he looks down at the man. His expression and body language now embodying that of a real rabbit caught in a trap, lacking the energy to even attempt to preserve its own life. He jolted, and seemed to leap off Dave, who still did not move.

“Dave…?” He said questioningly, shaking the man slightly. Nothing happened. He caught a glimpse of his eyes through the mask, they appeared far more dead than usual, and quite consumed by despair.

Jack stands up, backing away. Dave, seeming to have noticed his disappearance, sits up. Jack let’s out a sigh of relief and the rabbit looks at him, his face twisted in misery.

“Jack… I’m sorry…” he says, hanging his head.

Jack backs away further, until he feels the doorknob. He knows the Saferoom locks from the outside, and gets an idea. He swings the door open and leaves, locking it behind him.

Dave’s eyes widen when he hears the door lock. As if snapped out of his trance, he runs to the door and starts pounding on it. He’s being locked away. He’s never going to be let out. He wants out. The Saferoom seemed to get smaller, impossibly so, feeling as if he couldn’t take 2 steps before hitting a wall. His breathing sped up as he thought of spending another 30 years in here.

Too much had happened, part of him wished he died in the Fazbender Frights fire. Jack didn’t love him. Jack had hurt him. And now Jack had locked him away.

The world was spinning. He looked at his hand. No. This wasn’t his hand. Not his hand. It was the hand of the suit he was trapped in. He wanted it off. Now.

Maybe he could try to get Jack to come back? Maybe then Jack could get it off, and he could see his real hands again? No that wouldn’t work. Maybe… maybe he could get himself sent to the factory somehow? That would be for the best. They’d get him out of the suit, and erase his memory so he didn’t ever have to think of himself again. He’d be willing to become Scott if it meant forgetting today. Now that he thinks of it, there’s a lot he’d like to forget. Maybe he should have simply let himself be taken to the factory all those years ago?

Maybe if he got turned into a phone guy, Jack could take him back to his restaurant? Maybe he could remember who he was someday, and Jack wouldn’t hate him anymore because he’d be useful and have a new personality to fall back on. It was wishful thinking.

He’d be willing to change who he was if Jack wanted him to.

That wasn’t good, was it, that he’d be willing to undergo the process of becoming a phone guy, possibly to never remember who he was, all because he wanted to make Jack happy. That wasn’t healthy. Some part of him knew that.

He heard a note slide under the door and fell immediately to his hands and knees to read it.

“Dave I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you too.

There’s someone in my head trying to control me. He took over when we killed that baby, and he was what tried to kill you. I’ve locked you in the Saferoom for your own safety, and given my key to my phone guy, he wasn’t happy about it but was willing to obey my command and not give it to me if I’m acting like someone else. You’ll be safe in there. I’ll take care of you. I’ve slid some paper and a pen in here with this note, tell me if you want anything.”

Dave sighs in relief. Jack doesn’t hate him… right? He’s just trying to protect him. The Saferoom is small and cramped but he’d be willing to stay forever if it were for Jack! He’d stay here until his body became one with the room itself, until he fused with the moss. He would hate it, but it’s a necessary sacrifice… right?

If he stays in this room, never to see the light of day again, it would make Jack happy, but he’d be miserable. However… what if he really does go through with asking to be turned into a phoney? He’d be able to leave the room, Jack would be even happier because he wouldn’t be so useless and smell like death, and when he remembered… he’d be happy… right?

It’s decided.

He takes the pen, and writes “can you send me to the factory? I want to be a phone guy.”

He slides his note under the door, hearing a slight gasp. He receives another note, the writing is more shakey.

“Why would you want that?”

Dave writes another note, this one saying “Sportsy I’m blind as a bat, rotting, and stuck in a rabbit suit. I’m sure you’d be able to remind me who I am, and having a phone for a head makes no difference to me.” It’s not exactly true, but he’s not lying either. Those are all good reasons to want this.

“What if I can’t remind you?”

“You can. I love you, remember? It shouldn’t be too hard for you to wake me up.” Part of him hoped it would be.

“I don’t know Dave, you’re not the first person I’ve sent to the factory. I don’t want you to end up like him.”

“The green fucker? I’ll be fine Sport! I won’t end up like him.”

“I just really don’t like the idea of doing this to you.”

“Doing what? You won’t be doing anything out of the ordinary. Just dropping off a springlocked employee.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“Jack I need this. I haven’t been able to see your face. I’m starting to forget it. Plus my springlocks hurt and I just want to see my real hands again.”

There’s a long pause before Dave gets another note.

“Ok. But if you change your mind at any point, please tell me.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Jack opens the shipping container with a crowbar. Everything is sent to him in one of these. He hates it, he never knows what is in it. It’s been a month since he… well… since his last trip to the factory. He remembers what he saw that day… watching him be taken away, possibly to never return.

He gasps as he sees the contents of the container, a phone guy curled up in the fetal position. The phone guy looks up at him. The phone is purple, as is the skin of the phone guy, appearing slightly decomposed.

“Hello…? Hello? Hello?” The phone guy says, his voice no different from all the others. Jack wants to slam the box shut, forget what he’s seen, and pretend Dave is fully dead. That he’s moved on. That he didn’t listen to him in a moment of weakness and send him to get his head replaced with a chunk of plastic.

Instead of closing the box, he reaches out to the phone guy… no. To Dave. This is his mistake. He let Henry take control. He let Dave get hurt. And he let him become a phone guy.

This was because of his actions.

From now on, he’s going to run a normal business with Dave, and he’s going to help him remember who he is. Dave had waited 30 years for him. It’s only fair that he would be willing to do the same.

(Note: and thus begins the Phone Guy Dave AU! I might do more with this, it’s really interesting and angsty as fuck. I’ve seen lots of Phone Guy Jack, but never Phone Guy Dave in anything but a swap AU. DSAF is not at all going to be my main thing, this is always going to be a side project for me. But yea. Here is the first Ouija patented Phone Guy Dave fic! :D)

#dsaf #dsaf phone guy #dsaf jack #dsaf dave #dsaf davetrap #dsaf fanfic #dsaf old sport #dsaf henry #Angst with an angsty ending #davesport #here it is #Ouija does DSAF rationals #Weird original content about Sapphic monster girls #And of course #angsty as fuck fanfics about Dave Miller from DSAF becoming a phone guy and Jack blaming himself for it #Because no one can have nice things #Not while I exist

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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So, story time at DDD’s little corner of tumblr. I often get asked how I manage to build a successful blog, so I’m going to share with you just how I did it 😊

As I sit here enjoying my 5k celebration weekend, I think back to 2019, where I about 800 followers and very little interaction on my blog, save a few die-hard readers. Then I started writing for Henry Cavill and Geralt, and boom! It was like a floodgate opening. Hundreds of new followers within a few months, but still little in the way of interaction. So, what did I do? Sulked, pouted and complained how unfair it was that compared to the mega popular writers on the site, I virtually got nothing in return. This lead to me stepping back for a bit to have a think about things.

I then realised that if I wanted something bigger, I had to build it. So, quite simply, I did. And it was hard work! I blithely worked on the appearance of my blog, how much I engaged with my readers (and as a result, have made some truly lovely friends by opening myself up more!) got involved with promoting other writers within the fandoms in order to give back and be supportive to my fellow authors (and found some exquisitely gifted writers along the way to enjoy!) wrote and wrote and fucking wrote until 1am on a work night most nights (and still do!!) learned the tagging system, reblogged to promote myself and built up a masterlist.

And you know what? It worked. I finally had the blog I’d dreamed of. Sure, I’m still not as popular as some authors, who easily get 2,000+ notes on their posts relatively quickly and receive a lot more reader engagement, but I’m not mad. I’ve done my best and it’s brought me so much joy. It’s also brought negativity, as I learned that when you become popular on here, you are a target for negativity borne of others feeling threatened by you and envy stirring up out of competitiveness, or whatever their reasons are, but I take it in my stride. It isn’t nice to face, but in those instances I’ve always felt pity for such people, ultimately. The behaviour of a shit stirrer, negative anon, or someone attempting to tarnish a writer’s reputation is ultimately more reflective of them than it is the person they’re going after. Rise above them, show yourself to be the graceful one and you’ll always win. I see so many people suffer from these horrible anons and I’m telling you now, they just aren’t worth your worry at all, darlings.

I’ve also learned that it’s impossible to please everyone, and if you try, you’ll be setting yourself up to fail, so know your strengths and keep working on them. It isn’t easy, but it’s bloody worth it!

I still have so many moments of feeling utterly overwhelmed by how much my work has grown in popularity, and I’m truly humbled by the fact that I must be doing something right. If you guys could only see my little face as I watch you comment your enjoyment of my stories and reblog with enthusiasm! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it still takes me by surprise.

So yes, that’s my story on tumblr. If you’re out there struggling right now for engagement, just keep on going. Keep working towards your goal and do not let yourself or anything else get in your way. If I can do it, so can you.

I hand on heart want to thank each and every one of you for taking the time to give me a little of your time. Life is hectic, we’re all busy, we all have things going on, so the fact you’ve made room in your life to enjoy something I’ve created, I honestly couldn’t appreciate you more 🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍 especially, but not limited to the following diligent people who are always so supportive of me. I can’t thank you for your kindness enough! @a-little-counter-esperanto @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @miss-smutty @skyfullofsong123 @mcugeekposts @hecatemoon87 @ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan @potter-solomons @piscesgyalinit @princessphilly @innerpaperexpertcloud @rikki-b-lake @kittycatcait219 @tomhardyspinkyfinger @interstellargatorskinboots1812 @omgeternal

Okay, I’ll stop babbling now 😂 😂 aaaand back to the festivities! More drabble requests coming this afternoon once I’ve returned from my mates date with my lovely friend ♥️

#fanfiction #fanfiction writer #ddd speaks #grateful #blessed

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janeeyreheresy · 1 year

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The Engagement

Jane wants Rochester to reassure her that there is no other woman. He does. She believes him.

Readers, I'm exhausted.

I just want to:

See Jane Run by Joy Fielding is, incidentally, a domestic thriller. This is not one, but a modern retelling of Jane Eyre would be well written as a domestic thriller. (I know of The Wife Upstairs by Rachel Hawkins, but I haven't read it.)

Jane does not run--yet. She tells her new fiancé they were seen kissing by the good Mrs Fairfax, and would he explain the situation to her. So Edward goes to announce their engagement to Mrs Fairfax. Jane then goes to see the good lady herself.

Mrs Fairfax's Warning

At last, someone with some braincells! Mrs Fairfax is bewildered. The first thing she says is that the Rochesters have always been proud and the father of the present Mr Rochester liked money and was always careful.

Mrs Fairfax: "He means to marry you?"

Jane: "He tells me so."

Not "yes, he does" but "he tells me so." It's like she doesn't believe him either.

Mrs Fairfax points out the inequality in position and fortune and the age gap. Jane protests that Rochester is as young, and looks as young, as men of twenty-five.

No, he doesn't.

Cue Lord Ingram, Henry and Frederick Lynn cackling with laughter.

Mrs Fairfax asks if he truly means to marry her for love.

Mrs Fairfax asking all the right questions.

Poor Jane gets teary eyed again (he does bring out the floodgates in her, huh?). Mrs Fairfax explains that she means that Jane is very young and very inexperienced with men (FACTS) and quotes the old proverb that not all is gold that glitters. Jane, hurt, asks if she is that unlovable. Mrs Fairfax says that no, Miss Eyre is very good and improved of late and:

"Mr. Rochester, I daresay, is fond of you. I have always noticed that you were a sort of pet of his."

He has a pet already, Pilot the dog.

I like this conversation, especially everything Mrs Fairfax has to say. She has been worried for a while about Rochester's visible preference for Jane and wanted to warn the girl, but didn't want to be impertinent, as Jane has always behaved properly and modestly. The night before she was looking for her all over the house, only to observe her enter with the master and them kissing. Even though they're engaged, Mrs Fairfax still warns Jane to keep him at the distance and distrust herself and him.

I interpret this as her advising Jane not to have sex until the wedding night.

Now here's a fucking good quote.

Jane is unsettled by the housekeeper's words, her happiness dampened. Rochester plans to take her to Millcote in his new carriage, to buy her some new dresses. Adele runs to her and begs to be taken with them. Jane, thinking about Mrs Fairfax's warning, persuades the Roch to take Adele with them. He reluctantly agrees. After all, she is soon to be his.

The High Street Hell

Shopping turns out to be a horrible experience for Jane. She hates every minute of it. She has no time for pretty dresses and jewels. She wants to stick to boring blacks and greys. The pretty colourful gowns are just not her.

This is where the class divide that Mrs Fairfax spoke of shows most. Lady of Thornfield Hall should wear pretty gowns, she should have pretty jewellery. Blanche Ingram would know this, any other lady of the merry company would know this. Rochester, who sneered at Blanche because, according to him, she only wanted him for his fortune, picks a plain little governess in drab clothes over the high class lady--yet he takes that drab little governess to shop for glorious gowns of the high class lady.

Jane feels uncomfortable about all that money and wishes she had a fortune of her own, albeit small. And then she remembers the rich uncle in Madeira. She decides to write to him about herself and her upcoming marriage. I don't know why she didn't think of it sooner. Whether she's marrying Rochester or not, it's the right thing to do to contact him, and not just because of the money. Consider that the moment Aunt Reed told Jane this uncle wanted to adopt her, she believed her stint as a governess at Thornfield would soon come to an end. She didn't know where her next job would come from. It was the perfect time to look up a lost relative. Had she written to him straight away, she'd have gotten a response sometime between her return to Thornfield and Rochester's proposal. She'd have known she was an heiress, and would have shut the douchebag up. I am a woman of wealth, now, if not of beauty (because that always needs to be stressed, her lack of beauty), you will not mess around with me any more, sir!

Sigh. What could have been.

Jane is determined to continue working as Adele's governess until the day of their wedding, and agrees to spend only evenings with Rochester, as was their custom. She refuses to dine with him. Rochester grumbles, but she sticks to her guns. Good for you, Jane. Still, she worries he is becoming too much to her, her whole world. Well, she's not wrong. At the same time, though, from the way she narrates, it sounds as if she's not that thrilled about marrying him. Once the month of courtship is over, she says:

"...there was no putting off the day of the wedding."

She doesn't even like to think of herself as Mrs Rochester.

Then, something happens that causes her to spend the last day before her wedding wrapped in anxiety instead of excitement.

#jane eyre #edward rochester #alice fairfax #rochester is a villain #jane eyre meta

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thejacketandthehook · 2 years

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The Art of Pretending 11/12

Title: The Art of Pretending

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)

Summary: Killian Jones needs a family and needs one now. In order to impress his boss, Killian hires a single mother and her son to pretend to be his wife and son for the weekend. Nothing can go wrong, right?

Rating: Teen (for Language)

Word Count: 38,179

Author's Notes: Look at that a new chapter up within a week!

Thanks to everyone who is still reading. Words cannot express how grateful I am. Truly.

I think I'm just about done, so my goal to have the final chapter up within a week.

Catch up here: A3O

Emma had no idea that Killian met with Neal, and frankly he wanted to keep it that way. Killian wasn’t sure why, but he felt like telling Emma that he met with her ex-boyfriend would almost be like…putting a horrible stain on what has been an amazing two weeks. In his heart, he knew he should tell her. Make her aware that Neal was back in town. But in the end…

He just couldn’t.

~*~

Two days before Christmas, and Killian came from with Marco from their work Holiday party. Emma and Henry were watching a Christmas movie on the television (“Mom, this is the only way we should watch tv from now on!” Henry announced when Emma brought the popcorn over and her heart fell) when they came back home.

“Hi, love,” Killian said as he walked in, Marco right on his heels. That’s the only reason why she could think that he did what he did. Which was, after affectionately rubbing Henry’s head, Killian kissed her on her cheek. Like he did it every night when he got home from work.

Emma was sure she was blushing, she could feel the heat in her cheeks, as she asked, “How was the party?”

“Oh, it was okay,” Killian replied, sitting on the other side of Henry before reaching over to grab the bowl of popcorn that was on Emma’s lap. “The food was the best part.”

“Food is usually the best part of any party,” Henry informed the group.

“No truer words have ever been spoken, my boy,” Killian replied before holding the bowl out to her son.

Emma wished she could take a picture of this moment, or just freeze time, because she knew that a moment like this…

It’s one she wishes with all of her heart could last.

Clearing her throat, she looked over at Marco, who was sitting in one of the winged chairs, his walking cane between his legs. “And how did you enjoy it, Marco?”

He nodded. “Oh, so very nice. But next year, Killian, you should invite the families! Families are a big part of the holiday. They should be there too.”

Killian started coughing on the popcorn before nodding. “Absolutely, yes,” he replied weakly. Henry slapped him on the back a few times and though Emma doubted that did anything, Killian thanked him before continuing. “Of course. I’ll bring it up at the next meeting.”

Marco nodded, content, before looking at the television.

Emma looked over at Killian, who raised an eyebrow making Emma smirk. She shook her head before looking down at her lap.

Henry then rested his head on her shoulder, and she could feel Killian’s hand just by her head, right over Henry’s, resting on the back of the couch. Both of the boys laughed at the joke on screen and Emma smiled too but her heart was breaking at the same time.

Pretend, she told herself. This is all pretend.

But it was going to hurt like hell when it was all over.

~*~

Later that night, Emma and Killian were hiding in his bedroom, Marco once more reading in the library. Emma had put Henry to sleep about an hour ago, and Killian had given Emma a small bottle of wine that was given out as favors at the party. So now the two of them were in his bedroom, neither tired, as Emma was lounging on the small chair he had in the corner of the room, while Killian was on the floor, leaning on the bed.

Emma drank a little more than half of the bottle, and while wine didn’t get her drunk, all she had to eat that night was popcorn. So that must have been why she suddenly asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

Killian sipped at his glass of water and cleared his throat before replying, “You just did, love.”

She tilted her head in his direction, as if to say You’re kidding, right? before he waved her to continue. After taking another big gulp of the wine, and leaning back in the oversized chair, holding onto her ankles as she brought them next to her, she asked, “Why aren’t you married?”

Looking at his glass, Killian’s eyebrows went upwards, but he otherwise remained silent. After a few more moments of this unusual silence from him, Emma herself started fidgeting and started picking at the denim of her jeans. “Sorry. That was—that was rude. I apologize. You don’t—Forget it.”

“No, no it’s alright.”

“No, it’s not alright. I shouldn’t have asked—”

“There was someone.”

He spoke so suddenly, and quickly, as though he had to rush the words out or else he would never speak them. Eyes still looking at the glass, he started gently tapping at it, making up a rhythm that seemed to soothe him into speaking.

“Her name was Milah. She was—Oh, she was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair, bright green eyes, she was…she was a sight to behold.” He paused and Emma was silent. This was certainly more than she ever expected him to speak, and she knew that one word from her might silence him. “However,” he sighed, “she was married. To a much older man, one who was very controlling. He was exceedingly powerful and she…she was scared of him. She found comfort in me, I guess.” Emma could agree with that. There was something about Killian that was oddly familiar and warm. “We…we had an affair.” He shook his head. “I’m not proud of it. But…if I had to choose doing it again…I would.”

When he was silent for a long time, Emma spoke before thinking much of it. “What happened to Milah?”

He sighed. A great one that started from his diaphragm and worked its way up. “Her husband found out. He…He was furious. She…ran away…I tried finding her, but she…she contacted me. Told me to stop.” He wiped a tear away from his eye before it could fall. “Said it was too dangerous. That he, her husband, he was…he was going to hurt me if I found her.”

“You stopped looking?”

“I stopped when I read her obituary.”

Emma sucked in a great big breath, her eyes wide. “What? No…”

He nodded. “A car accident. I don’t…I like to think it wasn’t her, that she staged it, but I…He was a cruel, cruel man…”

Emma leaned forward and scooted closer to the chair. Once she was within arms-reach, she reached out and gently placed her hand over his. “I’m so sorry.”

He turned his hand over and gently squeezed her fingers. He nodded. “Thanks.” There was silence again, before he spoke. “That’s why I’m not married. I just…Didn’t think I could ever really get over her.”

“I don’t think it’s getting over. Not really.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you don’t just get over someone’s death. You just…learn to live with it. Things seem less brighter, the day more cold, but you…continue on, I guess.”

“Speaking from experience?”

Emma pulled back and tucked her legs back underneath her before crossing her arms over her body. “I guess.”

Killian leaned forward and asked, “I hope it’s not too bold of me to ask, but, what happened with Henry’s father?”

Emma looked at him through her eyelashes and replied, “It is a bold of you to ask, but since I asked about you, I guess that’s fair.” She sighed before saying, “The only way to truly understand this story is to know my backstory.”

Remembering how she reacted when Regina and David wanted her to mention her backstory only a week and a half ago, he insisted, “Emma, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t know if you are aware, but…I’m…I’m an orphan.”

“Oh, no I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

Though she knew his words were not pity, but something more, she waved him off. “I was…I was abandoned when I was only a few hours old. Left on my own. I…I went through the foster care system, and let’s just say, it wasn’t great. When I was sixteen, I ran away from the system all together and was living on my own.”

“Emma…” he said, sitting closer to her.

She couldn’t look at him, or she would never get through this. “I…When I was seventeen, I met Neal. I actually, I was stealing a car and I didn’t realize that he was in the backseat asleep. Well, fast forward, and we felt like Bonnie and Clyde. Nothing could touch us, we were invincible.” Much like she was silent when he spoke, he didn’t say a word. “Then we realized we needed money, and Neal, well he said he knew how to get some. He had stolen watches, you see, and placed them in a locker in a train station. He saw a wanted poster at the post office, and knew that he had to flee or be caught. But with that money, the money from the watches, we could start off well. So I said I would get the watches.

“Everything was going great. I got the watches and ran back to the car, none the wiser. He gave me a watch as an early birthday gift before going to sell the watches. He told me where to meet him. I went to the spot and…and the next thing I know, I’m being arrested.”

“What?!” Killian almost screamed, sitting up straight, the bottle of water tipping over—thankfully having the cap still on it.

Emma patted his knee before saying, “Killian, it’s fine—”

“It’s not fine! Swan, he set you up!”

She shook her head. Not because she didn’t agree with him, but because he needed him to calm down. “Killian, you know how this story ends.”

“But how—”

“I’m getting to it. I promise.

“While I was in prison – I got eleven months – I found out I was pregnant. I had no idea where Neal could be, and I…I was going to give Henry up. I truly, truly was. But the doctor, the day he was born, the doctor, he was so nice and he told me that I could hold him. That I didn’t have to go through with the adoption, I could change my mind if I wanted to. And I heard him screaming and all I could think was ‘He needs his mother.’ And…I don’t know. It was like a switch in me went. Suddenly I wanted to be his mother. And I held him. I still had two months left, and he was placed in foster care, and I knew—Killian, I panicked every day. I just wanted my baby. I wanted to know that he was alright. And I kept thinking about me. About what I went through. The day I got released, I took Henry back and I never let him go again.” She took a sip of her wine before continuing. “When Henry was three years old, Neal found us.” After taking a bigger sip of wine, she said, “He didn’t know I was pregnant and was angry at me for keeping that a secret.”

“Wasn’t a secret, love, if you couldn’t find him to tell him.”

“That part didn’t seem to register in his mind. He wanted to get to know Henry. And I…I was twenty years old. I was so confused and he started talking about lawyers and I got nervous. So I agreed. And then he talked about us all living together, so Henry could have a real family, and I just…” She rubbed her forehead. “It all happened so fast. But the time Henry was five, we were all living together in an apartment. But Neal disappears for long stretches at a time, doing God knows what, and comes home with money.”

“You mentioned you don’t like taking money from him.”

“I don’t. I have no idea where he got it, and I’m too scared to ask.”

“When was the last time Henry saw his father?”

Emma leaned her head back and squinted at the ceiling. “Um, Easter? No, that was last year. Um, maybe February.”

Killian’s eyebrows raised and he asked slowly, “He hasn’t seen Henry in almost a year?”

She nodded. “Yep. And he never fucking says good-bye.”

“What do you mean never?”

“Every time he leaves, he never tells Henry good-bye. He just disappears, and I’m left picking up the pieces. Henry makes up all this crazy shit about what his father is doing and why he’s not around.” She places her glass on the table in front of her before wrapping her arms tight against her. “I wish he had never found us. Henry would have asked about his father, of course, but I could have made something up and never let him know how screwed up his parents are.”

“Hey!” he replied loudly, “You are not screwed up.”

Emma scoffed. “Please.”

“You’re not. Emma, you were younger. You were scared. You were trying to do what was best for Henry. Don’t ever think that what you did screwed him up. He knows that he’s loved, that you provide for him.”

She looked around the living room before replying, “After all of this, he’s never going to want to sleep in that apartment again. You’ve spoiled him.”

“Good. He deserves to get spoiled. And you do too.”

Shaking her head, she continued, “He’s never going to want to leave this place. He’ll want to come back to visit.”

“The door will always be open for him. And for you.”

Emma looked over at him. “Promise?”

He reached over and grabbed her hand. Looking at her just so, she felt her heart pound in her chest. “Promise.”

~*~

It was December 24, and Killian was sitting in his office. It was only two o’clock – or at least, he thought it was, until his assistant came in and asked if he could leave for the day.

Killian glanced at his watch and he almost gasped. It was well after five.

“Oh, geez, aye. Arthor, go. Sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s just, I have some last minute gifts to get. Mom is coming up unexpectedly, so I have to make sure I have something for her, you know?”

Killian nodded in understanding and wished his assistant a good night. Once the door was closed, he closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. Then he froze.

“Shit. Presents.”

Killian quickly jumped out of his chair, and grabbed his jacket.

~*~

Emma tossed and turned, finally sighing and throwing the blankets off of her legs when she felt like she was going to break out into a sweat. She wasn’t sure what exactly was making her so restless. The excitement of tomorrow? The end of this deal coming closer than she would have liked? Something else entirely? She had no idea. All she knew was that she couldn’t get comfortable, even though this was the most comfortable bed she ever had the pleasure to lay down on.

Her hand automatically reached over to feel for Killian, and when she was met with nothing but a quilt, her eyebrows knitted together. Sitting up, she looked over her shoulder, towards the bathroom, but the door was open and she could see the low light that the nightlight gave off. If he wasn’t in the bathroom, that meant he was probably downstairs.

Drinking.

He promised he would stop, but she could tell something was bothering him. And yes, he has stopped. She hasn’t seen him take one sip or even smelt liqueur on his breath. But it’s been a stressful week and God knows she could use a drink right now. She couldn’t imagine how badly he needed one.

Slipping on her slippers, she walked slowly towards the stairs, making sure not to wake Henry nor Marco. Marco’s room was on the other side of the hallway, but she knew that Henry wasn’t always a tight sleeper, and one creak would have him wide awake.

As she patted her way down the stairs, walking almost on her tippy toes, as not to make too much noise, she could hear rustling and a low mummer, like someone talking to themselves. As she moved in closer to the living room, she could see Killian sitting on the ground, wrapping paper pulled open in front of him with a large box with pictures of LEGOs on it.

“Need help?”

“Bloody—!” Killian all but screamed as he jumped in fright. Putting a hand over his heart, he took a deep breath before shaking his head and declaring, “I’m getting you bells, I swear.”

Emma giggled to herself as she sat down close to him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I couldn’t sleep and I was wondering where you went.”

He gestured to the presents by the tree and the one he was currently wrapping. “I’ve been here, love, preparing for tomorrow.”

Emma noted that her gifts to Henry (and Killian, and even a small one for Marco) were front and center, while the ones he apparently was wrapping were off to the side. Quick count, Emma saw at least twelve boxes with the same wrapping paper that he was currently cursing at.

She shook her head, trying not to become overwhelmed with the feelings that were currently coursing through her veins with the thought that Killian Jones went out and bought her son Christmas presents, before saying in a low voice, “You really out did yourself, Jones. Marco will be pleased to see such devotion.”

“I didn’t do them for Marco’s benefit,” Killian said, taking a corner and taping the paper directly to the box before turning the box around. “I did it for Henry’s. He deserves a nice Christmas.” He paused, before saying in a low voice, “You both do.”

Emma looked down and though her heart was pounding, she willed herself to stay seated. The last thing she needed to do was jump this man, though that temptation was getting harder and harder with each passing day. “Killian—”

“No, please,” he interrupted before she could say anything. “Please don’t tell me that you don’t deserve it, or that Henry doesn’t deserve, because you do. You both do.”

She wanted to tease him. She wanted to make him laugh and lighten the mood a little, but she found the words stuck in her throat. Because she couldn’t. This wasn’t the time to make a joke, and she found that she didn’t want to. She wanted to be serious, right here, right now, because something was happening, something that made her heart pound and her mind swirl with thoughts and feelings and emotions that she thought weren’t just long gone, but died eight years ago.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, and he grinned at her before he finished wrapping the gift. “Actually, a few years ago David and Mary Margaret said the same thing, that Henry deserved a good Christmas. And David, he dressed up like Santa and though Henry cried more than anything, because David, well, he forgot to bring some presents – they were still in my car. But it was a good Christmas. Henry was so happy, which made me happy.” She smiled at the memory before looking back at him. “What was your best Christmas?”

He was silent for so long she wondered if she upset him in some way. She knew that they came from similar backgrounds and that Christmases were sometimes the worst time of year instead of the best. She was about to apologize, her mouth open to take back the words when he said—

“This one. This has been my best Christmas.”

Emma paused before moving a little closer to Killian, who didn’t really seem to notice her, as he was distracted with moving the wrapping paper out of the way. When he looked up and saw her sitting so close to him, she was practically in his lap, she could see him gulp, and the gold specks in his eyes shined bright from the reflection of the fire that was behind her.

“Killian, you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” she whispered, leaning a little closer to him than was generally necessary.

He didn’t seem to mind, as he looked down their hands that were gently touching each other on his knee. “You know that I mean it. Use your superpower.”

She looked up at him, his eyes bright and warm, and for the first time in…well, forever, she felt not only wanted, but….

She felt like she was home.

This moment was one that she knew would take up residency in her mind for the rest of her life, and no matter how this whole situation ended, she knew in this moment what it felt like to be wanted. To feel like she belonged somewhere.

“Killian, I—” she whispered as he leaned in closer, tilting his head just so. She could feel his breath on her cheek and her lips just grazed him, as she—

“Mommy!”

They pulled back and both looked towards the stairs where the yelling came from. Emma literally shook her head, so discombobulated from that big Almost that she felt like she was waking up from a deep sleep.

“I—” she started when Henry yelled, “Mommy! I had a nightmare!”

She cleared her throat before yelling towards the hallway, “I’m coming, baby!” She looked back at Killian, and though he was still giving her that look, that look that will kill and give her life when all of this is over, he whispered, “Go.”

She nodded before slowly getting up and walking towards the stairs as Henry yelled once more, “Mommy! I’m scared!”

“I’m coming, baby! Mommy’s here!” she called back as she climbed the stairs and told herself that she shouldn’t look back down. She can’t get attached to him because he has a plan that means leaving here, leaving New York, and the absolutely last thing she needs right now is to attach herself to a man that has an expiration date.

~*~

Once Killian cleaned up the scraps from the wrapping paper and made sure the presents looked ready for everyone tomorrow, he took a deep breath. He collapsed on the couch and tilted his head back, wishing for a drink just so he would have something to do with his hands.

This was a lot more difficult than he ever intended.

When Killian saw Emma a little more than a week ago, he knew that pretending to be attracted to her wouldn’t be an issue. When they met two years ago, Killian was instantly won over by the beautiful blonde he had met outside of the bathroom. But now he wasn’t just taken by how she looked; he knew her mind. He knew how kind she was to her son. He knew that she worked hard for everything she has, and he was so damn proud of her. He knew that life was not easy for Emma Swan, but she held herself with such grace and pose that he couldn’t help but admire her.

In the end, he did the very thing he didn’t want to do.

He liked her. He liked her son, he liked her smile, he liked her laugh, he even liked that she couldn’t put a pair of shoes in the correct spot at the end of the night. He liked that she always hummed as she brushed her teeth, and whenever someone was saying numbers out loud, she would absentmindedly write the number with her index finger on her thigh.

Taking a deep breath, Killian wondered just what in the hell he was going to do now.

Even though the house was huge, since it was so quiet, he could hear Emma closing Henry’s door and going back to their—his room. His room. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t their room, it was his room. And the fact that he actually had to remind himself of this information should have made him want to run for the hills, but instead. Instead, he wanted to run upstairs.

But no, he knew that that wouldn’t be a good idea. It would be a terrible idea for him to go upstairs right now. She needed to get some rest; he never had a Christmas morning with children, but he’s seen the commercials, the television shows, the movies. Christmas morning is a madhouse. Emma needed all the rest she could get.

He closed his eyes and sighed. However, he knew that even though he shouldn’t, he got up and went upstairs to their—

Shit.

His bedroom.

#captain swan fanfiction #captain swan ff #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #otp: i was hoping it'd be you

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lacking-hydration · 2 years

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MY WILLIAM AFTON PLAYLIST HERE, i’m going to actively be adding more to it over time

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6YwXI2YMCXbqqavVt71rqH?si=b11fd91d29ff4060

AND IF YOU WANT MY LONG WINDED ASS BREAKDOWN OF IT- UNDER THE CUT CAUSE I PROMISE THERE’S A NARRATIVE and an honest apology for putting oompa loompa songs on here

OKAY OKAY HI THANK YOU FOR READDINGGGG......

First couple of songs are just things that remind me of William before he started being. horrible. “If I Didn’t Have You” Just makes me think of Henry and William, in character as Bonnie and Fredbear. Currently there aren’t a lot of songs here, and I really want to add more songs about him and Beckett (Mrs. Afton),...

Selina Transformers (Part II), which is a piece from Batman Returns, in which Selina has her villain arc and destroys everything in her home and becomes catwoman. Slay. I put this in here as a catalyst event, as the aftermath of the 83′ bite, as Will kind of loses it for a moment, so traumatized from seeing what happened to Evan, and trying not to blame Michael for it, and not handling all of those very well... Cinderella Undercover is a part of this playlist that I thought had more songs in it- it’s just a part of the week in between the bite and when Evan actually passes. His world is just falling apart, and he struggles to find the same bliss in the childish things he truly adores, he feels out of touch, and resentful of a lot of it, and he’s not sure why.

Insanity is. yeah this is where it all goes south. It’s RIGHT after Evan actually passes away, and he handles is about as well as you think he would. It’s his fatherly love for his family, the waning love for Michael being flooded out with this intense, violent rage and pain over losing his son, that just spreads from just Michael to just. everything and everyone. Cool

The songs after this are just. yeah these are murder songs. Putting ICP stuff on here for just like, the inherent goofiness that remains in the Bonnie character William plays mixing with his fervent hunger for revenge against those he thinks deserve to die for what they did to Evan, AKA Michael’s friends, but finds that to not be enough for the hole in his heart, and just keeps going. All the while trying to pretend he’s TOTALLY fine and stable and normal to Henry and to the rest of his family. Also I KNOW. I KNOW I PUT MIKE TEAVEE ON HERE IM SORRY. IM SORRY IT FITS. IT FITS LEAVE ME ALONE. so does veruca salt. also sorry for putting like.. soundtrack shit on here idk. The Ballad of Hamantha is on here cause it just feels like Elizabeth and her death auhghgh

The Mother Knows Best reprise is a lead into his downfall, a final conversation between Michael and William before their relationship is in total shreds, the only surviving members of the Afton family now totally against each other. The Mercy Seat is supposed to represent when Will gets springlocked for the last time, becoming Springtrap, and being forced to face the consequences of his INCREDIBLY POOR JUDGEMENT AND BEHAVIOR.

Then we’re just stuck with Springtrap, trapped behind the walls of the old Freddy’s location, just rotting and collecting dust, just further spiraling into madness as he remains utterly alone for a very. VERY. long time. Hayloft II is supposed to be the end of this, when he escapes the back room, and finds Michael, and they have some fun (trying to kill each other).

Everything after this is just glitchtrap stuff don’t worry about it. god- i just realized i haven’t told you all about patrick or imaginefun or all of that IT’S 1AM THAT CAN WAIT.

anyway thanks for listening to me talk about purhple guhy for a bit. hope this improves your listening experience??? i dunno. just want to put the narrative on paper. just seems nice. love you uuu

#fnaf #william afton #consider the following

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November 3, 2022

(Training night to help practice more than 1 line replies)

1. Sam sits at the main table with the Team. Everyone has a drink, and Sam shares how Gabe sent him to the void. As he tells his story the team reacts to each part he shares.

Once he finishes his story, Charlie is in disbelief at first, but it turns to anger. Sam is frustrated that Gabe can’t see the bigger picture. Ruby agrees with him. Each team member lists a specific time Gabe let his power go to his head.

…………………………..

Alex

sit at table drinking coffee Starbucks

Sam

Things in the Bunker had finally begun to settle down again and I was ready for the rest from all the recent upheaval. Now seated at the map table, I look around at the eager faces before me and feel a little uneasy. I can still feel in my heart their love and happiness at having me back with them earlier and I hate to now have to remind them that everything, all of this horrible mess that happened, was really my fault. Taking a deep breath, I sit back in my chair and just decide I have to rip the bandage off. Because of what I did… Gabe tortured and killed me.

Ruby

I watch Sam, unsure of how he will be after...well, everything.

Charlie

choking on my bottled water he WHAT?? He said he was done….

Patience

sitting at the table with the team I'm the main room sipping my hot tea

Bela

sitting with a beer listening to Sam didn't you get enough punishment once already from him? Why again?

Alex

Oh my lord Gabe Cover my mouth

Crowley

Well clearly he's just as much of a hypocrite as 4th l all the people he condemns. I walk over to Sam and Conjure a glass, pouring some of my Craig into it

Alex

What the shit Gabe! Why did the hell Gabe do that

Meg

Listening to Sam, I'm not sure what I should feel

Bela

Can I get some of that? Holding out a glass I mean seriously Sam doesn't it seem like a bunch of overkill?

Meg

I hate him for doing what he did, but I also hate Gabe for doing what he did

Ellen

standing at a chair around the table listening to Sam, anticipation feels high in the room tonight. I almost choke on air at what he just said

Henry

sits there eating my snack not sure how to react.

Patience

listening to Sam concerned that Gabe might not be finished how are you feeling Sam since you've come back

Ruby

Watching everyone's reaction, I gauge what will come next

Sam

Not really sure, to tell you the truth Patience. I think it's just going to take me a little bit of time.

Patience

As you can tell we're all so happy you're back I sip my tea and set the cup back down

Meg

thinking about recent events, my blood starts to boil, and I make a beer appear and start drinking

Ruby

Don't rush it, Sam. It's going to take time for a lot of things to process.

Sam

Their anger and unease was just about what I expected, and even though I DID feel responsible at the core of everything, I also felt a little bit put out with it all too and had the small need to defend myself. I’m not saying what I did was right. I wish that it hadn’t had to happen. But at the time, I truly believed I was doing the right thing to keep everyone one safe… especially all of Gabe’s own family. Feeling the energy to get it all out rising, I sit up straighter and look at each of them directly. Look, Abel came to me with a no-win situation. He wanted power and was ready and can’t help but smile a little excuse the pun, he was ready and able to carry out his plan. Lucifer was the big player behind the scenes.

Charlie

Gabe of all people should know his own brother my mind starting to spin

Alex

Sam I am glad you are here

Bela

Keep everyone safe except a baby? I mean it is kinda beside the point because Charlie's right. Gabe being ALL KNOWING should have known what was going on to begin with right?

Meg

looking at Charlie that's a joke.

Crowley

I turn and pour some for you as well. Did he even listen to this? To your reason or did he just...... torture you for shits and giggles with his head up is own ass? I mean, he seems the type to only care about his own opinions. The exact thing he always judges demons for.

Ellen

But, we all know Gabe. looking at Sam why didn't you come to him and tell him about Abel?

Charlie

Of course not… but he’s smarter than that….

Bela

Why didn't GABE already know? He's quick to remind us of everything else he already knows without being told a thing

Patience

looking at Sam in shock of what he just told use I understand boy that Lucifer is one we could stand to be rid of eh

Alex

Look over Sam

Meg

looking away, trying to hide my own feelings when it comes to people you love sometimes you do stupid shit...

Henry

Luci is my friend. He took me out and he didn’t do anything bad it was fun. I don’t understand how he is bad trying to stay calm

Charlie

He’s supposed to love us too…

Ellen

Well he too was dealing with a lot. And think about it. Your wife is pregnant with more babies. He's been helping us left and right. When did he really have time to constantly keep lucifer in check? starring you in the eyes would you have known if you were Gabe?

Patience

worried that Henry will get mixed up in one of Lucifer's plans @Henry SPN you so very young though please be careful with him being sure wouldn't want anything to happen to you

Meg

Key words in there. Supposed to.....

Sam

Looking directly back at Ellen, I slap the table with both hands as I jump to my feet. But I thought… I thought that Gabe would at least listen to me about it all, ya know? I begin to pace as my agitation grows. I thought that we had such a long history between us that he’d at least give me that much respect. I mean, he’s made a few mistakes of his own in the past and has to know himself that sometimes the way you see things happening isn’t actually how they turn out to be. Taking that baby was horrible and hard and the right thing to do, it was never in harm’s way. Gabe should have believed that I wouldn’t intentionally hurt any of his family enough to listen to what I had to say. I suddenly stop moving. He didn’t…

Crowley

Pup. Just because people are nice to you, doesn't always mean they're good people. I struggle to figure out how to explain. people are capable of good and bad, and everything is based on choices. Bad people can still be nice to others.

Alex

Sam what you do in void? How you escape?

Charlie

It’s not the first time his temper has gotten in the way…

Ruby

And he tends to turn a blind eye to his brother

Charlie

He’s my best friend and even I’ve been at the receiving end of a wrathful god

Alex

Gasp jump he also kill all of us too

Patience

Yes he did a few times

Henry

decides to go back to my carrots. They were pretty good boiled. Thinking I’m turning into Sam I shrug and carry on eating

Alex

Oh yeah Nod it was painful

Bela

thinking about everything being said well I mean it's always been said God is a just God. I mean I get being judgmental but he's more kill now and ask questions even later instead of even trying to hear anyone out... I mean .. seems the only "family" he gives a damn about is his wife and children. The rest of us he don't care. He will kill without batting a bloody eye

Ellen

surprised at the outburst, but really I shouldn't be. I know Sam has never done anything that to put this family in danger. I take a moment to compile myself and really think about his words. Feeling the hurt he has about it inside my heart. I put my head down and look back at him your right Sam. We all have had a long history and love each other enough to give the respect of listening to each other.

Meg

Listening to everyone going on about Gabe, drinking my beer

Crowley

He's never truly trusted any of us. I shake my head just because he says we're his family, he'll ditch us as soon as it's convenient. I take a drink before laughing and shaking my head He's more like a demon than a just God. Maybe he really should rule Hell.

Sam

I have to admit that it feels just a little bit better hearing that some of them understand and have similar opinions.

Charlie

pacing the room, my mind racing trying to take in what Sam is telling me He’s my best friend, but Sam is like my brother… how do you even choose?!?!…the water isn’t cutting it…. heading to the kitchen I grab a beer, and down half of it then head back out to the table

Henry

Dad killed me with cookies. I get that I need to cut back but I wasn’t looking for that answer. Now I don’t like cookies. shoves a carrot in my mouth

Sam

Alex The V-void... I can’t even get the words out without tripping up. I don’t really think I can talk about it yet. Thinking to myself if ever. But I will say this… I’ve spent time in the true Hell. A lot of time. my mouth suddenly goes dry and I have to reach over and take a drink of my beer before I can speak. The Void was worse.

Charlie

I just can’t believe he would do that… we made up, he led me to believe you were safe!!! How am I supposed to put my trust in that?!?! …

Alex

Hold Sam hand it ok Sam if you don’t want talk about I really glad you are here safe

Bobby

We all are.

Sam

Gives Alex's hand a squeeze back

Charlie

kicking a chair I continue to rant It’s an abuse of power! And trust…. I’m hurt… and so angry that he treats us this way… all we’ve ever done is help him…. Even keeping Donna safe every damn time we’ve been attacked because of the babies being born… what a thank you!!!

Ruby

I quietly sit beside Sam, giving him moral support as well as standing ready should he need to leave.

Ellen

watching my family and hearing the opinions and trying to find my own feelings and thoughts I hate what he did to you, I hate the fact that you were even in that position to have to choose to steal ONE OF HIS KIDS!!! feeling my face get hot. Fighting tears back. I take a deep a breath and exhale

Patience

listening to everyone talk he's not going to change though so maybe we just have to me more on our toes and hopefully Sam will be back to his normal self again if that's even possible

Crowley

I pat Sam on the shoulder We've got your back. We all need to stick together. We can't rely on some God, we never could. We're just convenient playthings.

Alex

Right Nod drink

Bela

drink the drink Crowley poured me my mind wandering to the things over noticed just since I've been back with everyone I agree with you... Beginning to think he may be as bad if not worse than Chuck in a sense .. I mean chucks the one who created everything and Gabe's been about as bad as Lucifer about us "useless humans" and how we are needy and can't do anything even though we do work hard to make it and fight the things he could destroy with a snap of fingers but he's so quick to use his powers against us instead of seeing reason or being understanding of the situation.

Henry

Dad killed me with cookies. I get that I need to cut back but I wasn’t looking for that answer. Now I don’t like cookies. shoves a carrot in my mouth. Then goes to Crowley for cuddles

Sam

I reach over and give Ruby's arm a squeeze, supremely grateful for her support throughout all of this. Gabe isn’t the Big Picture kind of God he tries to portray, nope… it’s all about what the picture looks like for HIM. Knowing that… I shake my head and lean back in my chair with a sigh. Makes me view him and all his power in a whole new light.

Charlie

Right? How many times have we died for him? Literally??

Crowley

I crouch down and scoop up Henry. I couldn't protect you....

Ellen

perking my head up your right too... shaking my head

Patience

patting Alex on the shoulder yes he did sweetie but we're all ok now. I don't think it's going to be as easy for Sam though

Bela

Well I haven't been around long enough to but would have. And even with me.... That book written about what "God" is or who he is claims he's a forgiving God... But he seems awfully vengeful and full of hate towards anyone who doesn't have the type of powers on his level

Alex

And and Gabe use his power and make me shoot myself Took a deep breath I have that dream repeat again and again

Crowley

And if any of us complain about dying, about him killing us. He'll just remind us that "He knew we'd come back. It had to be brutal because 'I'm a trickster'.. I could only tell certain people" screw those he claims are his kids like Henry.

Alex

Nod yeah

Meg

thinking back to when he killed us all in the bunker, I whisper what he did to Cass, I don't think I could ever forgive him! a single tear rolling down my cheek, I finish my beer and make another appear

Charlie

He could rid the world of the evil we face, but instead keeps us fighting… we face danger constantly …. He uses our feelings against us but if his are hurt it’s the end of the world

Ellen

hearing Charlie's words resound in my head. Gabe and using our fears against us. I close my eyes and remember seeing my own gun in my face and remembering the sulfur smell

Patience

thinking back to chuck. Isn't that pretty much what chuck did

Bela

Smirks Like father like son! Chuck was the same. And Gabe claims his father was a downright git. That's calling the kettle black a bit isn't it?

Henry

Your still my bestie. starts crying realizing the truth. Starts rethinking why I’m calling god dad in the first place. At least I still have my family

Crowley

I hug Henry tight and take a deep breath. This is just proof that, As far as Gabe is concerned, family does end in blood.

Patience

looking at Sam as I get up to get more tea Sam can I get you a beer or does anyone else want anything

Bela

thinking about the murders in cold blood that he did.. we actually LISTENED and we're forgiving of him killing us when we were told that Death put him up to it because he was going to kill his family! But yet he killed us in violent ways even. Used everyone in my past to kill me even! He hasn't even given me a single chance since I came back!

Patience

as I'm walking towards the kitchen I hear what Bella just said not to mention the giant spiders we were gag

Alex

I can help you pat Stand up

Patience

Sure Alex come on we'll go grab some beers and whatever the rest of the team might want we start walking toward the kitchen

Ellen

Sam, I'm sorry you went through that. I'm sorry you were faced with what you had to choose. All I want is to protect yall. And yes Bela even you. If could protect you all from Gabe I would. If could protect Gabe from himself I would! I stroll to the bathroom to let my tears fall

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