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ronnieandrews2020 · 3 years

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A Cuba libre appears out of nowhere in front of her, dainty manicured fingers wrapped around the glass. Lazily, Veronica looks up to see the person who's seemingly offering her the drink. "Refill is on me," grins the woman. Long brown locks, olive skin, and heavy mascara on her long eyelashes, the girl is undoubtedly pretty. And certainly a couple of years younger than her based on the girlish flock of bracelets adorning her wrist and her candid smile. Veronica eyes the glass, then the pretty girl that's grinning widely at her and decides not to go against it. Tonight is one of those nights she'd happily drown the tiredness of a long day at her firm in a glass of rum, savoring exquisite music before falling asleep in her lover's arms. But, the girl is still here, looking cute and a little hopeful. She may be a fan. "Gracias" breathes out Veronica as she takes the first sip of the drink that is burning her throat. The girl's smile gets wider as if satisfied that Veronica didn't refuse the glass.

"This one is a total hunk," She says, waving to the stage with her own drink, a hot-pink cocktail, sugar-rimmed, something Veronica would never order. She's very glad the stranger paid attention to the empty glass she abandoned on the counter. Veronica follows the girl's gaze and it lands on the handsome vocalist of the band playing tonight at Toni's luxurious bar. Guitar hanging on his hip, "the total hunk" is singing his heart out to a cover of "My Heart is always yours" by Arkells. "He is a tall glass of water I wouldn't mind drinking from..." continues the girl in a deep sensuous voice before she takes a long sip of her vibrant drink as if to back up her comment. "Or I could lick the rim of his..." she trails off and Veronica catches the girl's gaze lingering on the man's torso, the tight blue shirt truly doing wonders to his muscular frame. "Wouldn't you?" asks the girl when she's done ogling voraciously the handsome singer. "Hn." simply replies Veronica before dipping her lips in the drink. Her disdainful pout doesn't seem to perturb the girl who, on the contrary, turns on her stale to completely face her, stretching out an arm with her undefeated smile always in place. "I am Carla" After a moment of stalling, Veronica finally shakes the hand offered by the stranger with her fingertips and murmurs: "Veronica." "A pleasure, Veronica" answers the girl, lowering her voice and keeping her hand in hers a little longer than necessary. "I can easily understand that wannabe heartthrobs aren't everybody's type..." hums mockingly aforesaid Carla before leaning forward to tuck one of Veronica's raven curls behind her ear. She's definitely not a fan. Veronica doesn't move, quirking an eyebrow and smirking to herself when she understands what it was all about. "I never said he wasn't my type" points out Veronica, putting down the glass a little abruptly as she watches the girl's reaction. "You didn't say he was either" She is quick to answer, pointing her finger at her. Veronica can't help but smile, mi-amused, mi-annoyed by the girl's juvenile reaction. Does Toni allow underage girls in her bar? "So you're saying you're only into boys?" "I didn't say that either, Clara." "Carla" corrects the girl but Veronica dismisses it with a loose wave of her hand that she knows makes her haughty. "You jump way too quickly into conclusions and labels" Veronica points out before gesturing to the bartender to remove the glasses from the counter. She doesn't get to relish in Carla's confused expression that the bartender is already serving them two glasses of water. " Drink up. I am gonna save us some time" Veronica almost shoves the glass in the girl's hand. "I don't think you're allowed to drink alcohol" "I am 21!" retorts Carla with a scandalous pout that doesn't help her cause. Considering Veronica's unimpressed expression, she starts fumbling in her little sequined bag to retrieve a driver's license that effectively reads that the girl is 21. Veronica has seen enough fake identity cards in her life to know that this one is real. "You might be 21 but you're acting like a crazy hormone-driven teen. And you're being disrespectful," states Veronica, tiredness, and annoyance drawing out her sentence. "The singer you just labeled as a "wannabe heartthrob" had his face plastered on the front page of Rolling Stones this morning. Besides, it took Toni, the owner of this place and one of my very good friends, months to fit this charity gig in his schedule" Veronica pauses to takes a sip of her water while the girl's face is decomposing in front of her. "So, I don't know how you got in but if you don't appreciate good live music when you have the chance to come across it, feel free to leave" Her words hang in the air and based on the look on the girl's face, Veronica thinks she's either going to actually leave or tear up (which admittedly makes her feel a little guilty). But, against all odds, Carla burst out laughing. "Wow. Are you a lawyer or what?" she asks jokingly and Veronica can't help but smirk. "Oh my god! You're really a lawyer!" realizes the girl, still chuckling like it was the funniest twist. " On a more serious note, ' starts Carla when she's done giggling foolishly "I am sorry if I came across as disrespectful of the band or the efforts of your friend to have them here tonight," and the girl seems truly sincere, making Veronica regain some sympathy points for her. After all, she's just a young woman trying to sympathize. " You're spicy and badass. I like that" continues Carla soberly, with a little earnest smile. "Are you trying to flirt? Because you’re embarrassing yourself" teases Veronica with a playful smile ghosting her berry-painted lips and it makes the girl chuckle again. "Seriously Carla, you're cute and funny but I am married and very much in love" She reveals, waving her diamond ringed finger as Carla's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh." "But I am sure you'll find a very attractive "hunk" or "spicy girl" to drink from... or whatever it was.." trails off Veronica, gesturing to the crowd in front of them that's singing along the last verse. "Not a chance" dramatically sighs Carla, "Every woman here wants to jump his bones," she says, waving back at the fiery gorgeous singer. "Where's your hubby anyways?" asks distractedly Carla, her eyes back devouring the singer. "Working..." murmurs Veronica behind grinding teeth. Carla doesn't pick up on her tone and pursues, eyes still glued on the stage. "He's really a dreamboat..." then, she turns back to face her, a glimmer of hope in her eyes "Do you think your friend Toni can get me backstage?" Veronica scoffs in disdain as she jumps out of her stale at the same time the singer hits the last note. "Don't judge me! Everybody's not as lucky as you to be in a happy marriage and all..." Carla's words are drawn out by the stream of applause and screams that Veronica joins excitedly. Suddenly, it feels like the tiredness and laziness leave her body as the gorgeous lead singer starts speaking. "Thank you, everybody! This one was for the gorgeous girl at the counter. My beautiful wife who's always here to support me!" Mic pointed to the back of the room where a spotlight is enlightening her, Archie shouts: "My heart's always yours Veronica Andrews!"

Her heart starts beating stupidly fast when she meets his loving gaze. All fiery hair, strong jaw, and warm golden eyes. He's really a heartthrob. Her heartthrob.

She doesn't bother turning back to see the bewildered expression that she can easily picture on the girl's face and only murmurs back, so low that she could be speaking to herself.

"I am a lucky girl. I'll admit that. "

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forkanna · 4 years

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NOTE: This fanfic was commissioned by Anonymous. Happy Easter or something!

SIDE NOTE: Yes, I am alive. No, I do not have Covid-19; all good on my end and I'm being safe. I just have been wrapped up in a lot of other projects. Obviously my commissions are still open. But I promise-promise, other fics you may be daydreaming about will return. Soon!

Jessex

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"WAAAUUAAAAAAAHHH!"

Chloe Bourgeois counted herself lucky that she had been on the way to the wedding of her one-time object of affection, Adrien Agreste, when she heard the outcry. The antics of Crepe Of Wrath had gone completely unnoticed by the future fashion magnate because she was too busy making sure her hair and makeup were flawless. If she was going to let go of Adrien once and for all, she was going to make sure he would know what he was missing when he glanced in her direction.

And now, some ninny was screaming and interrupting her mental preparations for finding someone new to crush on. Rolling down the window of her limo, she began to shout, "HEY! WHAT IS THE IDEA OF-"

Oh no.

What the hell was Marinette Dupain-Cheng doing flying through the air — especially in that billowy wedding gown, all white poofs and elegance? Maybe she would hit the pavement and become a greasy splatter. What else was going to lift her spirits than seeing her rival for Adrien's affections meeting an untimely demise?

But no such luck. Chat Noir sailed out of nowhere and snagged her out of the air before she could strike ground. Fine. As much as that would have simplified her life, she couldn't deny that in the back of her mind she actually was glad that she didn't witness one of her Françoise Dupont High schoolmates die - at least, right in front of her. That would have been gross.

Besides, Marinette might have deserved to lose Adrien, but not death. Even someone as irritating as her was a human being.

When the limo finally came to a stop in front of the church, she saw Marinette rushing up to the crowd congregated out front. There was some kind of discussion, tears were shed… boring. Because it wasn't about her. Just as Chloe opened her door to exit the limo, too impatient for her servant to do the honors-

"CHLOE!"

Before she had enough time to do anything more than squeak out "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, just what on Earth do you-", she found herself being shoved backward into the vehicle again as a well-dressed bride climbed in after her.

"Chloe, I will let you put a picture of my underwear all over the internet if you drive away right now!"

Oh, that was too good to pass up. Chloe bade her driver to take off from the curb, even though a couple of fists had begun to pound on the windows just then. What did she care? Money would take care of their commoner fingerprints.

"Well, I did what you wanted, you insane pleb. When do you cough up payment?"

"What?" Marinette was still too busy gasping for breath and fanning her face, trying to evaporate the sweat that was beginning to break out all over her pale skin. Disgusting. "I… what do you mean?"

Rolling her eyes, the blond primadonna folded her arms over her slight chest. "Are you even stupider than I thought? The deal was that I helped you make a getaway from whatever, and I get to post nudes. Your reputation is history, Dupain-Cheng."

Drooping visibly, she whined, "Aww… come on, Chloe, have a heart. I just really wanted to get away from there, I…" Her eyes started to water. "He didn't show up."

He didn't? How horrible. Marinette must have been devastated. Well, Chloe was fresh out of hearts — at least, ones that bled for people who put themselves in situations like these by marrying someone who couldn't possibly love her when Chloe Bourgeois existed on the same planet. The way she saw it, the universe was correcting a cosmic mistake. "Boo hoo. Cry me a river. Start getting naked or I'll even make you take off your underwear."

"That's awful! And how are you going to make me do anything? All I have to do is jump out of this limo."

"Go ahead." Marinette tried. And failed. "The locks are controlled by my driver for safety reasons. Only I know the secret code to open them from back here. But don't worry; I will be very glad to kick you out. Just as soon as you live up to your end of our little deal."

The irritation in her rival's dopey face was priceless. Chloe lived for that. Even better when Marinette began struggling out of the wedding gown, grumbling and swearing under her breath all the while. Though probably not actually swearing; that didn't seem like the little goody two shoes at all.

However… the mayor's daughter's feelings begin to shift the more of Marinette's trim body she saw. Maybe she wasn't being entirely objective when she called her "ugly". Once the slip came off, Chloe found herself clearing her throat and looking away. Why? Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? To humiliate the object of all her rage and disgust?

"Okay, hurry up," the girl grumbled. "I just want you to drop me off at my place so I can forget this day ever happened."

When Chloe turned and raised her phone, she had been expecting to see something cute, like strawberry patterns or pink bows. Juvenile, like Marinette. Why was she so shocked to see the red-and-black lace? It wasn't that weird — especially considering it was supposed to be the brat's wedding night.

"Chloe? Um…" Marinette was shifting awkwardly, cheeks beginning to turn red. "Can you hurry up and take the picture, if you're going to?"

"R-right! Of course, let's make sure you're humiliated everywhere." But her finger hesitated over the shutter button. Why? She couldn't possibly have been feeling any kind of sympathy for this pustule on the face of society.

Nope. Marinette deserved it several times over. So she took a couple of pictures. "That's it… now turn around and let me see that nonexistent derriere of yours."

The absolutely flushed baker-slash-designer did as she was asked, her high heels clattering to the floorboard of the limo as she knelt on the seat. Hips shifting awkwardly from side to side. Chloe felt her heart racing now; this was obscene. And why on Earth was her body reacting to it? What was wrong with her?!

"Well? Did you get it?"

"Don't… rush me…" Click. Now she felt like a total pervert for taking these pictures, even though she knew the purpose was to humiliate this dunce whom had been a thorn in her side throughout her entire school career.

Wasn't it?

"Chloe, you really are the worst," she breathed, eyes brimming with tears as she looked off out the window. As if trying to distract herself.

"No, you're the worst." But the whole situation had her second-guessing herself so badly that she sighed and bit her lip. "Looking like that… making it weird."

"What do you mean, I'm making it weird?! You're taking pictures of my butt!"

"I-I am not!" She was. "Okay, but they're for blackmail purposes! Or something!"

"I thought they were as payment for the escape…?"

"Sh-shut up!" Sighing, she put her phone away, still staring at Marinette's pert little rear. For some reason. "I'm… oh, just get out of this limo before I actually do post these."

Marinette was clearly stunned when she turned and sat down, looking at Chloe. "Wait… I thought you already did. And whoa, why are you blushing?!"

"I'm not blushing, you're blushing."

"Well, yeah! But you are, too. Is everything alri-"

"Shut UP! Just shut up, alright?! Making everything difficult, always ticking me off and- j-just GO AWAY!"

Marinette started trying to struggle back into her dress, clearly panicked by the irate tone of her rival. And of course, she was so klutzy that every movement basically set her back to the start; she dropped her shoes, picked up her dress, slipped on her slip and dropped everything again. But something about the way she was crying and undressed, and the way she finally collapsed into sobs because nothing was going right…

Chloe… wasn't laughing at her. For some reason.

"It's alright," she finally sighed irritably, kneeling next to her on the floorboards and patting her shoulder awkwardly. "You can't help that you're stupid, and lame, and Adrien obviously realised he was making a mista-"

Her words cut off when she felt arms flinging themselves around her body. Marinette was sobbing into her shoulder. Just because of that insignificant shred of sympathy?! Clearly this dumb girl was overwrought, and not even the queen of the school could bring herself to push her away because the sobs were just so pathetic.

And… her back was really soft. She smelled sweet, like macarons and sunshine. Chloe felt her brow furrowing as she embraced her a little tighter.

"I'm sorry," Marinette finally breathed brokenly as she clutched at her back hard.

"W-watch it, this is a Versace blouse." She cleared her throat, petting over her soft raven locks. "It's worth more than your life, you boob."

"S-sorry for that, too, then. Aughhhh…" She drew back, swiping hard at her eyes. Why did she miss that hug already? "Thanks for getting me out of there, and like… p-putting up with my breakdown."

"This was bound to happen. But… yeah. Um, and you should get out of here before I change my mind."

"It doesn't matter," Marinette sighed as she started struggling back into her dress in the confined space. At some point, a foot smooshed into Chloe's face, and she sputtered and squealed words that were incoherent due to the high volume. "Ngh… you still have the pics, you can blackmail me anytime. Doesn't matter."

"Oh yeah? That's what's bothering you? Gimme your stupid phone, stupid."

Marinette did. And Chloe snapped a quick selfie from a very low angle and handed it back. The dumbfounded girl whispered, "Did you just… take a… a p-p-"

"I believe it is called an 'upskirt'," Chloe grunted, even as her cheeks burned brilliant crimson. "And you're such a goody-two-shoes that you would never post it anywhere unless provoked. So there; it's insurance. Get out of here."

They were quiet as Marinette finished dressing, though she still looked disheveled. The limo dropped her off in front of the bakery. Just as Chloe moved to close the door, the ex-bride suddenly asked a pertinent question.

"Wait - why didn't you just delete my pictures? Why take one of your underwear on my phone, instead, Chloe?"

"That's… I'm-" Why did she have to have a valid point? "DON'T YOU EVER SHUT UP?!" She slammed the door shut and snapped, "Drive!"

The answer, of course, was that she had no idea. But given the way that she kept taking out her phone to glance at Marinette's lithe form, Chloe Bourgeois had an inkling - one that she was going to stubbornly ignore until it went away. Hopefully.

"I hate you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng," the panicking princess muttered as her heart thudded loudly in her chest, thumbs caressing up and down the sides of her phone screen. "Hate you with a passion."

~ Le Fin…? ~

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lilacmoon83 · 6 years

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Dreaming Out Loud

Chapter 16:Titanium

Mary tacked a poster to the bulletin board in the square. After enjoying hot cocoa with Belle and Stephanie at Granny's, David has shown up a little later and they got to work on putting up posters for Emma all over town. The bulletin board in the square was fair game, but most places, they had to get permission.

Fortunately, Granny was on their side and allowed them to put up Emma's posters at the diner. And Belle was already plastering the library with them, being that she owned the place. David was hopeful that the animal shelter would allow him to put her posters up there, but Mary wasn't so lucky at the hospital and the convent.

Mother Superior was quite cold to her concerning Emma and stated that in no uncertain terms would she campaign for a woman that had a child out of wedlock and went to jail. Mary decided right then that they didn't need someone so judgmental on their side.

And by the time she got to the hospital, she was disappointed to see that they were already supporting Sidney Glass. It was a little disconcerting, but she wouldn't give up. Sidney Glass would be a terrible Sheriff and would only serve Regina's interests. And Emma would make an incredible Sheriff, she knew it.

Wilby hurried up to her ahead of David and rubbed against her leg. She smiled and bent over to pet him and scratch his ears.

"Hey…" David said.

"Hey yourself," she replied, as he greeted her with a kiss. She sighed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Did you have any luck at the shelter?" she asked. He nodded.

"I convinced my boss to let me put the posters up for Emma. But he also said that he wouldn't deny Sidney the same privilege if he asks," he said.

"That's better luck than I had," she said dejectedly.

"No luck at the convent and the hospital?" he asked.

"Sidney has already cornered the hospital and I had no idea Mother Superior was so judgmental," she replied. He hugged her close.

"Hey...Emma's going to win. I have faith," he said, as he held her close. She shivered in the November air and cuddled against him. He surprised her then by sweeping her into his arms and she blushed, as he swept her into one of those dances she thought was only done at fancy balls.

"David…" she said shyly, as she noticed all the stares.

"What? You don't want to dance with me?" he asked. She smiled.

"I do...but there's no music," she replied.

"Oh, I don't know. I think we're pretty good at making our own music," he said, as she bumped into someone. They turned and saw Kathryn there with a cool look for them both.

"David. Mary Margaret, I think dancing in the square is a little juvenile, even for you two," she greeted frigidly. Mary blushed, but David smiled at her, as he pecked her on the lips.

"Kathryn…" he greeted in return, as she pinned up a poster for Sidney Glass right next to the one for Emma.

"You're campaigning for Sidney Glass?" Mary asked and then put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she had said it aloud.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to vote for the blonde deviant that keeps trying to take my friend's son away from her?" Kathryn spat, causing the raven haired beauty to recoil.

"You don't have to snap at Mary Margaret. She didn't do anything to you," David spat in return.

"Oh right, I'm supposed to be nice to the woman who's sleeping with my ex-husband and boarding the woman that's turning little Henry against his mother," Kathryn replied, with an eye roll.

"Well, like you said, I'm your ex so it's really none of your business who I'm with now, is it?" he retorted.

"I suppose not. But I do find it interesting that, according to Regina, your new sweetheart visited you almost every day you were in a coma...for years. And then she pounced on you the moment you woke up," she replied. David glared at her. There was no doubt about it now. Regina had carefully put these suggestions in Kathryn's head. Abigail would have never spewed such utterances.

"Kathryn...you must know that we didn't know each other before David's accident," Mary told her.

"Oh of course not, but you certainly didn't waste any time once you did meet, did you?" she asked.

"Mary and I fell in love, not that it's any of your business," David interjected sternly.

"No, I suppose it's not. But you'd be crazy to think that I would support the woman that helped fill Henry's head with these delusions and her best friend that's trying to steal him away," she hissed.

"Don't use that word," David hissed back. But she ignored him.

"It makes sense though. Tramps stick together," she snapped, as she stalked off. Mary looked deeply hurt and he put his arms around her.

"You can't listen to her. Obviously Regina has been spouting off to her and we both know that Emma is not stealing Henry from her. Regina is responsible for Henry pulling away. You and Emma have given that little boy hope when he had none," he implored. She swallowed thickly.

"And the other thing she said?" Mary asked quietly. He lifted her chin with two fingers so she would look him in the eyes.

"I may not remember my marriage to Kathryn, but I know we weren't meant to be; not the way we are. From the moment I opened my eyes and saw you...there's been this incredible connection between us," he said passionately. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I am so in love with you," he continued and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"I'm so in love with you too," she confessed.

"And for some reason, that makes Regina unhappy so she's going to talk behind our backs and call us names. But we shouldn't let her sully what we have," he pleaded. Mary took a deep breath.

"You're right…" she realized, as she wiped her tears away.

"I've been letting Regina do this to me for...as long as I can remember. I let her insult me day after day...but now she's going after Emma too," Mary said, as she felt this overwhelming, protective urge swell inside her when it came to Emma. If she had stopped to think about why, it might have seemed odd to her, but Emma was more than just a friend.

"She's trying to hurt Emma now…" Mary said, as she spotted the smug Mayor nearby in the square. And David watched the exact moment that something snapped inside Mary, as she stalked up to the other woman.

Most of the town milled about, as it was early evening and there was no mistaking the emerald fire in her eyes. Regina had finally pushed Mary too far and it was all because Regina went after Emma this time. He hurried after her and watched in amazement, as Mary called her out in front of everyone. It was exactly something Snow would do...but no one expected it from shy, sweet Mary Margaret Blanchard. They were about to all be shocked though.

"How dare you…" Mary spat.

"Excuse me?" Regina questioned.

"You know, I get that you hate me, but going after Emma is too much," Mary retorted.

"I didn't go after Emma. That article reported the truth about her. Nothing more," Regina said. By that time, most everyone had stopped to gawk at the public confrontation they had created.

"Did you even for a moment consider how the defamatory language in the article might make your son feel? The son you claim to love?" Mary challenged, causing gasps of surprise to ensue among many.

"Trying to give me parenting tips again? Miss Blanchard, how many times do I have to remind you that you have no place in doing so?" Regina boasted.

"You have no child, but I do," she reminded.

"No...I don't have children, but I'm not alone anymore and I know that if someday I do have them, I'll be twice the mother you are. Because I would do everything in my power to protect my child from the scrutiny you willingly subjected Henry to with the content of that article," Mary accused, causing Regina to recoil involuntarily. There were snickers and chortles from the crowd, as many seemed to be enjoying seeing the Mayor be knocked down a peg, by Mary Margaret Blanchard, no less. But none were enjoying it more than David, who wanted to cheer for her at the top of his lungs.

"Excuse me…" Regina growled. But Mary interrupted.

"No...you're not excused this time, Madam Mayor. You may have spent years barking your orders and watching us all jump. But those days are done," Mary said, as she looked around at the other townspeople.

"If you want her to stop controlling our lives and using this town for her own agenda, then you should vote Emma Swan for Sheriff," Mary announced, as she glared at the Mayor.

"Miss Blanchard...I can make your life very unpleasant…" Regina growled.

"That sounds like a threat. What kind of Mayor threatens her own citizens?" David questioned, causing rumblings through the other townspeople. Regina looked startled by the dissension.

"The kind that will only do it more if Sidney Glass, her willing lapdog, is voted in as Sheriff," Mary added. Regina glared at them.

"You'll both regret this," Regina hissed quietly. Mary Margaret let out the breath she was holding and David turned her around, grinning at her from ear to ear.

"You were amazing!" he exclaimed, as he hugged her. She blushed and it finally sunk in what she had just done.

"Oh my God...I just did that…" she started to say, but he cut her off with a kiss.

"Yes, you did and it was incredible," he praised.

"But what if she carries through on her threat?" she asked, biting her bottom lip. He shook his head.

"Whatever she does, we'll face it...together," he replied. She smiled.

"Together," she agreed, as he kissed her again and her eyes fluttered open, as their lips parted.

"You know, we've put up about as many posters as we can today. I think we should go home," she suggested. He grinned.

"Come on Wilby...time to go home," he called, as he put his arm around her and they strolled off together.

The Enchanted Forest

Shortly before Leopold's death

King Leopold watched his daughter with a proud smile, as she tended to the flowers in the palace gardens. The snowdrops were always a prominent flower among the castle flora and his little princess knew of their significance to her late mother, Queen Eva. He had to admit that when he first started courting Eva, he had been a bit miffed at first when she seemed to show little interest in roses. Never had he met a woman that seemed indifferent to roses. But Eva explained that she had always been so drawn to snowdrops and never really knew exactly why. He admitted that he didn't really understand it either.

And then they received the gift that was their precious little Snow and he had a new love and admiration for the flower that survived such a winter. It was the coldest and harshest winter any had ever seen. But he and his Queen had survived and better for it, as they received the most precious gift during a terrible blizzard in a winter that carried into a month when spring should have been blooming.

It was a funny thing, because he could remember that blizzard so clearly, but found the birth of his daughter to be virtual blur. He surmised that he had been so nervous and terrified that he had blocked some of it out. It's not like had been in the room with Eva when she gave birth. Such a thing wasn't appropriate for a man of his status.

But he remembered the first time he held her, as Johanna passed the tiny little bundle to him. So tiny and precious she was, wrapped in a white knit blanket made of the softest, finest wool in the Kingdom. The most perfect little Princess that had become even more fair and lovely as she grew into a woman. He only wished his beloved Eva could see their little girl now.

"Good afternoon, Leopold," Cora cooed, interrupting his thoughts, as she strode into the palace gardens.

"Cora…" he greeted. It was polite, but cool, as were most of their interactions. No one but the two of them knew of their past history and they wanted it that way.

"My, my, young Snow certainly spends a lot of time out here playing in the dirt. Not very becoming of a princess," Cora said distastefully.

"There is nothing wrong with Snow's affinity for the flora. It's only natural that my little princess should be among such beauty," he boasted. Cora glowered at the ever present thorn in her side that was Snow White. But she had discovered something very interesting and knew it would be the key to her demise. Snow stood in Regina's path to the throne and that meant she had to be eliminated. But when she started digging into the Kingdom's past, even she had no idea she would uncover such scandal. She had hardly believed it herself, but it was just what she needed to ruin Snow White and even better, Eva's legacy.

"Perhaps...but it's hardly proper for a princess to consort with birds and woodland creatures," Cora said, crinkling her nose, as she watched Snow pet a rabbit and put her hand out for a bluebird to land on. Two squirrels vied for her attention as well and a baby fawn wandered up to her, the mother doe hardly concerned with her baby getting close to this human.

"I have always been in awe of my daughter's affinity with the animals. It was quite remarkable and such has not ever been seen before," he boasted. Cora smirked.

"Well...I believe I heard once there was a Goddess who had a similar affinity. Persephone, I believe her name was. You know, this reminds me a wild story I heard recently," she said.

"Oh?" Leopold asked with disinterest.

"Yes...this acquaintance of mine who is very affluent in Dark Magic had this very interesting book that I decided to borrow years ago. It told a story about how Princess Eva of the northern Kingdom had a younger brother," Cora replied, knowing Eva's name would peak his interest.

"My late wife had no brother," Leopold protested.

"That's not what this book says. It was quite the romance. Prince Elijah fell in love with the Goddess Persephone, whom betrayed Hades himself to be with her mortal prince. And...they conceived a child," Cora said.

"A fantastic tale. But I don't see what this has to do with my family," he replied. But Cora ignored him.

"Hades was very angry and had the prince killed. But Persephone's mother stepped in before he could harm the child. On what should have been an early spring night, Persephone's child was born during the most horrific blizzard ever seen in all the Kingdoms," Cora recited, striking a chord in Leopold.

"I don't know what game you are playing, Cora, but I am finished talking to you," he stated, as he turned away.

"Tell me Leopold...can you recall every moment the night your daughter was born? Because I know Henry, as inept as he is, remembers every single detail of the night Regina was born," Cora said smugly, as she handed the book to him.

"Perhaps you should do a little light reading tonight," Cora added, as she sauntered away with an evil smirk on her face.

Regina leafed through the surveillance photos Sidney had taken of her most hated enemies. They were from several different days, but always the same place. The Toll Bridge with their stupid mutt during the early evening hours. She growled and pushed all the photos off her desk, sending them scattering to the floor in her home office.

"That little bitch…" she growled, thinking about the audacity of her tramp of a stepdaughter. She needed to be taught a very harsh lesson and she knew exactly how to do it, as she picked up the phone.

"Hello," Damon Tromera answered.

"Mr. Tromera...you wanted an opportunity to get to Miss Blanchard and I know for a fact that she and her idiot boyfriend walk their mutt out by the Toll bridge around five-thirty every evening. You'll need a tranquilizer to take the dog out, which is easily provided, but then the rest is up to you," Regina stated.

"I am most grateful for this information, Madam Mayor. I'm well aware of the little spectacle she created for you in the square. Is it safe to say you'd like me to teach Mary Margaret her proper place?" he asked. The Queen smirked.

"Do whatever you want with her. Just make sure when you're done, she'll never dare to confront me again and that David Nolan is permanently dealt with," she replied.

"Not to worry, Madam Mayor. David Nolan won't live to see another day after tomorrow and Mary Margaret will never leave my sight again," he assured. She grinned.

"Perfect...she'll make a nice little pet for you. Enjoy," Regina hissed, as she hung up the phone.

"And with your parents out of the way, Miss Swan, you'll be easily dealt with as well," Regina said, as she sipped at her hard apple cider.

The candlelight on the bedside table cast their shadows through the closed curtains around the bed, as lips met feverishly and clothes were divested with urgent abandon.

"Oh David…" she cried out, as he cupped her breasts in his strong hands.

"I love you...so much…" he rasped, as they tumbled to the bed. David pressed her into the mattress and nipped at her throat. Mary felt that boldness fill her again and flipped him onto his back, as she straddled his waist. His strong hands slid up down her back and to her shapely rear. She mewled into his kiss, as he cupped her backside and she lifted onto her knees, before sinking down onto his hard, thick length, until he was buried inside her the hilt.

"Mary…" he uttered passionately, as he watched her, purely mesmerized, as she started riding him with languid gallops. He gripped her hips and then slid his hands around to fill his hands with her ass, helping her ride him and thrusting as deeply into her as possible. The euphoria of their lovemaking consumed them and passion licked at their every nerve. Her core felt like liquid fire and he throbbed inside her, as she gyrated him against her clit. He held her, as she came, thrashing and quaking around him. He didn't last much longer and with a final sharp thrust, he erupted inside her, filling her to completion.

She collapsed atop his chest, as they panted together and lay there for some time, kissing softly and just enjoying their bodies being entwined like they were one. Eventually, he pulled himself from her depths and they cuddled together face to face.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered.

"About how much I love you...how amazing you are. How turned on I was when you went off on Regina," he mentioned, with a chuckle, enjoying her blush.

"I don't know what came over me," she admitted.

"She has put you down so much, which is so wrong. But you finally stood up to her when she went after someone you love. That's why you're so amazing," he said.

"Emma has stood up to her about me. She deserves the same from me," Mary reasoned.

"She's going to be so proud of you, just like I am," he replied, as he kissed her tenderly. She snuggled against him and slowly let him heartbeat lull her to sleep. He wasn't far behind her. The Dreamscape awaited them.

The next morning, Emma came down for breakfast and couldn't help the grin on her face.

"You seem happy this morning," Mary mentioned, as she made bacon.

"I am...I'd be even happier if I could have seen you go off on Regina yesterday," the blonde replied.

"So you heard?" Mary asked shyly.

"Yeah...everyone was buzzing about it last night. I'm sure they still are," Emma replied. David grinned.

"It was pretty amazing," he agreed, smiling fondly at her. Emma smiled and their conversation continued through breakfast. Once that was done, they proceeded to get ready for their respective jobs and prepared to part for the day.

Mary and David agreed to meet at Granny's for their usual walk with Wilby after work and they were off for the day

Unfortunately, when Mary got to school, the first thing she saw was the horrifying sight of the beautiful garden they had planted in utter ruins.

"What happened?" Mary exclaimed, as Stephanie was already there, looking at the scene with scrutiny.

"Vandalism...I already called Emma," Stephanie replied, as Mary noticed all the snowdrops were spattered with a red substance.

"Is that…" she started to say.

"Blood? Yes, I believe it is," she replied.

"Hey, I got here as soon as I could," Emma called, as she arrived on the scene.

"Thank you Sheriff Swan," Stephanie said, as they saw Sidney Glass also approaching.

"No one called for you, Mr. Glass," Stephanie said coldly.

"I did," Regina interjected, as she approached and Mary tried hard not to flinch under her glower. Emma just rolled her eyes and put gloves on.

"Well, I'd say we should send one of these flowers to the lab for testing," Sidney decided.

"Bravo Sherlock, why didn't I think of that?" Emma muttered, as she bagged a flower in an evidence bag.

"Well, if you ask me, it gave these sad little flowers a little color," Regina said, glaring at the two raven haired women.

"I know it's an eyesore and you probably want to replant, but I'm going to partition this off until we get the results back from the lab," Emma said. Stephanie nodded.

"Of course," she replied.

"Well, I think I'll leave you to digging in the dirt, deputy," Sidney commented.

"That's acting Sheriff Swan. You haven't won yet, Glass," she snapped back and he chuckled. As she glared at him, she noticed a trash can close by. Following on her instincts, she took the lid off and started digging.

"You know, digging through trash is a little classless, even for you, Miss Swan," Regina said snidely.

"It's called detective work, Mayor Snarky," Emma snapped back, as she pulled at a plastic blood bag, empty of course.

"What is that?" Mary asked.

"An empty bag of donated blood from the hospital, probably stolen, if I had to guess. Still think this isn't a crime, Madam Mayor?" she asked, as she bagged it too. She was going to take these to the lab personally.

On the surface, this had all the marks of a prank. But Emma had a gut feeling there was more here, like it was an omen or warning.

"I'll see you later," Emma told Mary, as she headed for her car.

"Okay," May replied, as she looked at the garden forlornly.

"It's okay...we'll replant," Stephanie said confidently.

"My students and I would love to help again," Mary replied. She smiled.

"I'd love that too," she agreed.

The Underworld

2 Years Before the Dark Curse

Winter was approaching again and soon Persephone would be forced to return here. She would be in for a rude awakening, for he hadn't shown her much else other than indifference in years. But now, with the sting of Zelena's rejection and revelation that Snow White was the daughter she had hidden from him in plain sight all these years, he wanted to make her pay. He wasn't going to tell her that he knew yet, but she was going to find a firmer hand on her when she returned and he would make her be his wife again in every way. But first, there was something things he wanted to know from a certain mortal that was now a new resident in his realm.

He watched as his two henchmen he had disturbingly dubbed Pain and Panic brought the person he had sent them for. There was maybe a half a brain between the two of them, but they were good muscle.

"On your knees before your new King," Pain growled.

"Yeah, you may have been a King in the mortal world, but down here, you're just another peon like the others," Panic hissed to the old man.

"Enough you two brutes and leave," Hades interrupted, banishing the two morons.

"Would you care for a drink?" Hades asked, as he poured wine in two goblets. The former King looked at him in disbelief and the God chuckled.

"Don't let whatever Pain and Panic said scare you. I have no interest in throwing you into the river of lost souls, Leopold. I just want to have a chat," Hades replied. The former King got to his feet and accepted the goblet of wine with weariness.

"To be done in by your own Queen...it is something I have feared myself," Hades mentioned.

"You have a Queen that would wish to kill you?" Leopold asked.

"Oh yes...I stole her away from her mother, centuries ago, and forced her into my bed. She would love nothing more than to send me into my own river," he mentioned.

"I should have never forced Regina to marry me," Leopold admitted.

"Yes...because now the woman you hoped to be a mother figure to her is now hunting her like an animal," Hades goaded, as Leopold looked upon his daughter in his vewing pool.

"Snow..." he uttered.

"You really do love her...even though she's not yours by birth," Hades observed and the King looked to him. The God smirked.

"Oh yes...I know. My treacherous wife is unaware that I know of her identity, but not to worry. Soon, your daughter will join you here in my realm," Hades hissed.

"What...what do you mean?" Leopold asked fearfully.

"My right hand, Deimos, is tracking her and her fiance as we speak. Snow and her fake Prince will soon perish at his hand," Hades boasted.

"Hades!" Persephone cried, as she returned to his chamber and saw the image in the viewing pool. Her heart dropped into her stomach and his grin was feral.

"Yes, my dear Persephone. I have found her at last and you will finally reap what you have sewn," the God growled.

"Please...Snow is innocent in this!" Leopold cried.

"I invited you here to witness the half-breed's demise. Unless you'd like to end up in the river, I'd hold your tongue, Your Majesty," Hades threatened. Persephone gazed at her daughter and her future son-in-law in the viewing pool with bated breath, willing strength to them in hopes they could thwart Deimos...

#snowing #Season 1 AU Snowing #Emma Swan #Dreamscape

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Her heart starts beating stupidly fast when she meets his loving gaze. All fiery hair, strong jaw, and warm golden eyes. He's really a heartthrob. Her heartthrob.

She doesn't bother turning back to see the bewildered expression that she can easily picture on the girl's face and only murmurs back, so low that she could be speaking to herself.

"I am a lucky girl. I'll admit that. "

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