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wildlife4life · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @daffi-990 @wikiangela @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @jeeyuns and @disasterbuckdiaz. You are all so amazing and I cannot wait for all your works! Thank you!

I haven't really worked on any of the fics I dropped on tease bit tuesday, so I went into the vault of wips I have and pulled out the first buddie fic I ever started, buddie/911 in the Once Upon a Time verse. It was posted for a bit on ao3 but recently took it down because I wasn't all that happy with was posted and not having a sense of direction to take it in. But I'm looking back over it, and editing, adding. So I'm sharing a bit of it with ya'll today, test the waters really and see if its something I should keep working on. Hope you enjoy!

Once upon a time….

24 years ago, in the land of Misthaven, a cloud of dark magic thundered across the lands towards the Kingdom of Camelot. At the helm of a large round table sat Sir Robert, the kingdom’s noblest knight. To his left was his beloved and soon to be wife, Queen Athena who cradled her two children to her chest. But no fear be felled her demure. No great evil could ever shake her resolve and it could be said for many of those that sat at the round table. Many who whose entire attention was on the enterically designed wardrobe that stood in the middle of the table.

“Are we sure this is what needs to be done?” asked Howard the Hatter.

Sir Robert clenched his fist tight at the tables edge, “The dark curse is among us and there is nothing we can do to stop it. All that is left is to secure the prince’s future.”

To his right, the great wizard Merlin nodded in agreement, “The magic of this wardrobe is powerful enough to send little Evan far away from his mother’s curse. We must trust that the one with belief will return him home.”

“And what of the rest of us?” King Michael spoke what many were thinking.

Merlin looked to the man who held his very heart, “I’m sorry my love, but I do not have those answers. I cannot see past the curse itself and the dark one won’t share his secrets. We can only hope, and that in itself is powerful enough to see us through.”

The King of Camelot nodded and took the wizards hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

The rest of those around the table conceded with King Michael and Sir Robert took a deep breath, “Bring them in Henrietta.”

The warrior that stood at the opposite of the knight, dipped her head before turning and opening the large wooden doors. “Princess Maddie, come along.”

A small girl no older than 10 with curling brown hair and wide brown eyes, slowly made her way into the room. In her arms she carried a very small boy, just on the cusp of turning one. Blonde curls sat atop his head and framed eyes as blue as the ocean. But his most distinguishing feature was the pink mark along his left brow. Many believed it was the mark of his prophesized power, that it told the world of the golden heart that rested within him. The golden heart that would one day break any and all curses.

Maddie clutched her little brother tight to her chest, her lower lip trembling, “She’s coming for him again. The Evil Queen is coming for Evan.”

Sir Robert looked at the young girl he considered his own and tried to hold his tears, “We do not know why your mother has sent this curse, only that she intends to take the entire land with it and your brother is meant to save us all.”

“He’s just a baby!” the princess spits angrily, making the prince stir in her arms before Maddie quickly composed herself and soothed him with soft shushes.

Isabel, the eldest and wisest among the group rose to her feet, “No child should have the world on their shoulders and all we can hope is that you and Evan can be free of burden until the time comes.”

Tears streamed down Maddie’s face, “How do I do that when only I will know?”

Behind the little princess came a glowing blue light that grew brighter and larger before dwindling out to reveal a dark-skinned woman in a flowing blue dress and shimmery wings. “Tell him our tales, instill the belief. But most important, love him. Love Prince Evan as you do now.” The blue fairy answered before bending down and giving the two children a gentle hug.

Maddie returned the embrace with one arm then stepped and faced Sir Robert, “Will I ever see you again?”

The brave knight let one tear roll down his cheek as he gave the princess a sad smile, “We can only hope.”

The thunder of the curse rumbled in the silence and lower in the castle, the sound of battle rung out. Their time was up.

Princess Maddie climbed atop the table and stepped towards the wardrobe. Above the noise of battle and magic, the Blue Fairy’s soft lilt rang out, “The last child born to a queen of sorrow shall be given a heart of gold. His heart alone can save those who are cursed.”

“And on the child’s 25th birthday, he shall return to those who have left, led by the one who has belief.” Merlin finished as the young girl sat within the wardrobe.

“Be safe and have hope.” Athena stated firmly then watched with the rest of those at the round table as the wardrobe was closed and the doors to the room burst open.

“It’s over.” The Evil Queen proclaimed stepping inside with the cloud of cursed magic behind her.

“What will happen to us?” Sir Roberts asked.

The Evil Queen cackled, “The worst imaginable.”

Then darkness.

Alright, I know its a lot, but this is basically the prelude to the whole story. If anyone wants an indication of who is who, just let me know I can drop a list of characters and their identities from the fairy tail world. Hope you enjoyed! (Also Captainswan stan! Its true love ya'll!)

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bttf-dork · 4 months

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JanAUry Day 5 - Once Upon A Time

AU belongs to @bg-sparrow!

Love a good western!!

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #bttf janaury #once upon a time au #once upon a time in the west #bttf janaury 2024 #roysart

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ouatnextgen · 16 days

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Okqy seriously last one:

What tattoos/scars can you see everyone in the group getting?

We did tattoos already, so here's scars. Tried to put them in chronological order for each person.

Rowena:

Has a few mild scars on her arms and legs from basic clumsiness as a child

Many more scars on her back, shoulders, arms, and legs from being on the run and getting caught by would-be assasins

Some sword training scars on her arms

Stab wound scars numbers 1-15 on her torso, back, and chest

Burn scars on her back

Probably more, but that's all I can think of

Warren:

Has scars on his back and arms from childhood abuse

The word "murderer" carved into his arm (can't remember which one)

Stab wound scars numbers 1-34 on his torso, back, and chest

Burn scars on his hand

Probably more, but that's all I can think of

Silver:

Has two puncture scars from the vampire who bit him

Many many scars from hunters, wild animals, and other werewolves on his...everywhere, pretty much, but mainly on his torso, face, back, and arms.

Has the scars from when he tried to kill himself in Storybrooke

Probably more, but that's all I can think of

Tempest:

Has many small scars on her legs, from not being used to walking

General fighting scars on her arms and torso

Scar on her neck from someone trying to steal her voice in the literal sense, not the magical sense

Burn scars on her arms

Probably more, but that's all I can think of

Kiran:

Sword training scars on his arms

Some claw marks on his arms from dying people clawing at him for help

Lots of thorn pricks on his lower legs and arms from gathering medicinal herbs

Pen:

Scars on her left shoulder, arms and back from childhood abuse

Scars on her hands from picking at calluses, and pricking her fingers with sewing needles.

Gerhardt:

Man's just a fucking mess lmao

Aris:

Rowena gonna GIVE him some scars smh

Taran:

General fighting scars on his everywhere lol

#once upon a time oc #once upon a time au #rwylm story

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gcthvile · 2 months

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The Prince of Light and The Shadow King

Characters: Charming! Nikolai, Dark Prince! Alexander, Queen Baghra and King Eryk.

warnings: violence, abuse

fandom: OUAT

summary: Alexander's lust for power poisons the kingdom, but Nikolai's light still burns. As the Shadow King tightens his grip, Nikolai prepares to rise against the darkness forever oppressing their land.

In the kingdom of Vinterkyla, Queen Baghra rejoiced at the birth of her first son - Alexander, a healthy baby boy born under the light of the full moon.

From his first cries, all who heard knew this child was gifted, or cursed, with a power over shadows. Darkness itself seemed to swirl around the infant Alexander, dancing at his command.

Five long years passed with no further heirs. The prince grew into his gift, manipulating shadows with alarming precision for one so young. While a source of pride, Alexander's talents also brought unease to the court.

His eyes shone with an unnatural affinity for the dark arts, forbidden knowledge somehow calling to the prince even then. Alexander's soul seemed to blacken more each day, cruelty replacing childhood innocence.

Finally, the queen announced another royal birth was imminent. On a dawn full of promise, Prince Nikolai entered the world - a beacon of light to counter his elder brother's darkness.

Though smaller, Nikolai was fierce and strong. From the first, he displayed an affinity for banishing shadows with his joyful presence. But while the kingdom rejoiced over their newest prince, tensions were rising within the royal family.

Alexander grew fiercely possessive and jealous of the attention shown to Nikolai. And as the brothers grew into their powers, it became clear a great rivalry was blossoming between the Prince of Light and the Prince of Darkness.

"Come brother, let's see who masters the dark arts best."

Prince Alexander smirked down at Nikolai, only 10 winters to his 15. They stood in the shadowy training arena, a gift from their father meant to nurture the brothers' talents. But Alexander had more sinister plans.

"I do not wish to compete, Alexander," Nikolai said cautiously. "Our powers should be used to help people, not hurt each other."

"Help people?" Alexander spat. "Power is meant to rule people, Nikolai, not coddle them. And I will rule this land someday, with you as my humble servant..."

He flung out a hand, shadows lashing towards Nikolai faster than he could follow. Just in time, Nikolai brought up a shield of light, dissipating the tendrils into wisps of smoke.

"You will have to do better than that," smirked Nikolai, though fear curdled in his gut at his brother's malice. Alexander's eyes narrowed.

"So the little prince has some fight after all. Let us see how you handle this!" With a roar, a wave of pitch darkness slammed into Nikolai, sending him crashing through shields of light into the wall.

He gasped in pain as Alexander loomed over him, shadows wrapping his body like chains. "You were a mistake, Nikolai. Mother should have birthed me as an only child, to rule as I was meant to!"

His hand gripped Nikolai's throat as shadows curled around his windpipe. "This kingdom will be mine alone. Say farewell, little brother..."

Suddenly a light flared within Nikolai, banishing the shadows with an explosion of power. He collapsed, panting. "One...day...people will see...you for...what you are..."

Alexander's eyes blazed with loathing. This was only the beginning.

Several bitter winters had passed since the tragic demise of King Eryk and Queen Baghra. Though the cause was never determined, all knew Dark Prince Alexander had much to gain by their absence.

Within days, he had seized the throne of Vinterkyla, crowning himself King with ruthless efficiency. But Alexander's ambition was not sated with mere political power. He lusted to master the dark magics his parents had forbidden, including full command over shadows themselves.

To do so required energy, sacrifice...and a certain "assistant" to direct as a vessel for his experiments. Younger brother Nikolai was the perfect subject. Now at 20 winters to Alexander's 25, Nikolai remained defiantly loyal to their people - a threat to the new Shadow King.

Under guise of 'brotherly training,' Alexander relentlessly drilled Nikolai in the murkiest arts, draining his strength and will. "Again!" he would order, shadows lashing Nikolai's bleeding body as he struggled to obey dark summoning.

"You must learn to master your shadows fully, dear brother," Alexander crooned sadistically. "Only then can you fulfill your duty to our kingdom. Our people depend on you, after all..."

But as Nikolai healed lonely nights in his cell, mending slashes inflicted by his "teacher," doubts emerged. Had his parents truly died of plague as proclaimed? The haunting suspicions kindled Nikolai's first flames of rebellion against Alexander's "rule."

So when next summoned for "practice," Nikolai refused, staring defiantly into Alexander's coal-black eyes. "I will no longer be your puppet in these evil schemes. Release me, and our people, from your twisted games!"

Alexander's face twisted with murderous fury. At last, his brother dared defy him - an act of insolence that would not go unpunished.

"Insolent fool!" Alexander's eyes blazed with fury. "You dare oppose me? I am king!" Dark tendrils lashed out, slicing Nikolai's cheek before he could react.

"All this time I nurtured your powers, and this is how you repay me?" the Shadow King hissed. "You shall learn respect, dear brother, even if I must beat it into you!"

Steeling himself, Nikolai called to the light still burning deep within. A shield flared around his body, deflecting the next barrage of shadows. "No more will I be your plaything, Alexander! Release our people from your tyranny!"

Alexander howled with rage. The very stones of the castle shuddered as he summoned his full command over darkness. "So be it! If you will not serve willingly, then you shall know true suffering in your place!"

A great claw of shadows lunged, seizing Nikolai in an unbreakable grip. Try as he might, no flash of light could pierce the evil magic constricting tighter with each struggle.

"Take him to the depths!" Alexander spat at the waiting guards. "Let him rot in the eternal darkness where no light may find him. Perhaps that will break his defiant spirit at last."

As Nikolai was dragged kicking and screaming into the dungeon's black maw, he vowed this was not the end. Somewhere, deep within his soul, the spark of rebellion still glowed faint but fierce. One day, he would rise again.

Many bitter winters had passed for Prince Nikolai under the ruthless hand of his brother and the constant torture of being dragged back to the dungeon for evey small mistake. Through all the King's tortures to break his soul, the light within never fully died. Each flicker of hope buoyed Nikolai through the endless darkness.

Now at 25 years, his body and magic were strongest. Summoning every last bit of power, Nikolai blasted apart the cell seals in a brilliant flash. Guards screamed as their shadows melted, clearing Nikolai's escape route at last.

Bolting up rotting stairs into the icy night, Nikolai never looked back at the cursed fortress which had been his prison for so long. Silent as the snowfall, he fled into the woods, shadow walking for hours to throw off any pursuers.

Dawn was breaking when Nikolai finally collapsed, weary but free. Safe for now in a snowy glade, he allowed much-needed rest. But little did the runaway prince know, his absence had been discovered...

Back at the castle, Alexander raged for hours upon discovering Nikolai's cell empty. How dare that insolent brother defy him after all these years? The King vowed Nikolai would pay dearly if ever found.

"I will hunt you to the ends of the earth, my brother," Alexander snarled to his scrying pool, spying Nikolai unconscious on the edge of his domain. "Whatever misery you suffered is nothing compared to what awaits your return to my kingdom!"

His twisted laughter echoed through the trees carried on dark wings, announcing to all that the Shadow King's vengeance was at hand.

Nikolai shivered awake as sunlight warmed his cheeks, banishing the last vestiges of a nightmare. For the first time in years, his dreams had been solely his own. A fact not lost on the runaway prince as he took in his snowy surroundings.

"At last, I am truly free," Nikolai whispered to the glade, allowing a tentative smile. But dark flutters at the treeline stole away any joy. Shadows swirled between the trunks, searching...

"Did you believe it would be so easy to escape me, brother?" Alexander's voice carried on those evil wisps as he stalked into view. "No place on this earth is beyond my grasp, thanks to your years of...service."

The Shadow King's words dripped with twisted fondness. Nikolai rose unsteadily but did not back down. "I will never return to your twisted games, Alexander. My will is my own!"

A chorus of sibilant laughter answered. "On the contrary, little Nikolai. You have always been, and always will be, my pawn."

From the trees, legions of shadow creatures surged towards their master's prey. The brothers morphed into writhing silhouettes as shadow magic lit the glade in a chaotic dance.

But Nikolai had survived the darkness, and it had made him strong. A beacon flared, incinerating the first wave of monsters. The battle was joined - and at last, years of pent up vengeance would find their release.

Nikolai called upon all he had endured, channeling years of suffering into his magic. Flames roared from his hands, reducing Alexander's shadow beasts to wispy cinders on the freezing wind.

But for each monster fallen, two more arose from the inky masses at their master's command. Nikolai fought with the fury of one who had stared too long into the dark, matching each strike blow for blow.

Alexander gazed upon the fray with maddened glee. At last, his brother showed his true potential - a weapon the Shadow King still hoped to wield, despite all Nikolai's resistance.

"You fight well for a escaped prisoner, I'll allow. But you cannot stand against my full power forever!" Alexander threw back his head in a shrieking laugh that curdled the air.

Darkness swelled around them in a suffocating tide, engulfing the clearing. Nikolai's flames guttered under the oppressive shadows' weight, his light struggling to pierce the evil ink.

Was this to be his end, after coming so far? Nikolai refused to let it be so easily. Gathering his flagging strength for a final gambit, he unleashed a nova of solar brilliance.

The Shadow King's shrieks mingled with the dying squeals of his minions as Nikolai's flare countered the darkness in a calamitous explosion. When the smoke cleared, both brothers lay broken amid the clearing's ashes.

As the smoke cleared, Nikolai was the first to stir. Every fibre of his being ached, but he was alive - for now. Struggling to his feet, he spotted Alexander nearby, still unconscious amid the smoldering ashes.

An idea took hold in Nikolai's mind. After so long under this cruel man's thumb, a chance for vengeance was laid before him. With a whispered word, shadows snaked towards the Shadow King's prone form, coiling like serpents to strike.

Yet as they reared back to deliver a killing blow, Nikolai hesitated. Even after all the torment, some small part of his heart still clung to hope that the brother of his youth may one day return.

"Come back to the light, Alexander," he urged softly. "This path of darkness will only destroy you, as it has almost destroyed me. There is still hope for change..."

At that moment, Alexander stirred with a guttural groan. His ink-black eyes flickered open, locking immediately on Nikolai standing over him. Recognition dawned, followed by naked fury as he recalled their duel.

"You..." Alexander hissed through bloody teeth. With inhuman speed, he summoned a tendril to whip around Nikolai's ankle, yanking him off his feet. "I will end you for your insolence, once and for all!"

Darkness closed in as the Shadow King crawled on hands and knees towards his brother, ready to squeeze the life from him. But Nikolai was not out of tricks just yet.

The battle was over as Nikolai finally stood victorious over his brother's fallen form, the shadows answering his call began to recoil. Alexander lay unmoving, his corrupted essence burned away by Nikolai's holy power.

All seemed still, until a rasping chuckle rose from the Shadow King. "You...may have won this battle...brother. But the darkness is...eternal. I will...rise again."

With those ominous words, Alexander dissolved into a pool of inky smoke. It swirled together, compacting into a widening vortex that pulled his retreating form deep underground.

Nikolai watched in dismay, realizing the shadow portal would allow his brother to escape justice once more. But perhaps this fate was worse - to wander souls eternally, power broken but vengeance unquenched.

"This is not over, Alexander!" Nikolai called into the fading portal. "When next you rise, I will be waiting! The light will always stand against your darkness."

And with that, the vortex sealed shut, leaving no trace of the fallen Shadow King. Nikolai surveyed the ashes of conflict, knowing in his heart this was only the beginning. Someday, Alexander would return, reforged in darker magics than before.

I think I'm getting quite addicted to writing OUAT AU fics

tags: @missstrawbs2001 @jackiequick @blueboirick @cherrysft @meiramel @purpleprincessonfyre @ask-missparker @askstevella @therealdaydreamstark @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @rooster-84 @gaminggirlsstuff

#oc post #oc rp #oc rpg #ouat #once upon a time au #once upon a time #nikolai morozov #alexander morozov #prince charming #the dark prince

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jilyarchive · 6 months

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Magic Comes With a Price

Title: Magic Comes With a Price

Author: PotterandEvans

Rating: Not Rated

Genre(s): Romance, Angst

Chapters: 10

Word Count: 38, 339

Summary: Lily works as a Librarian in a little town in the middle of nowhere, where nothing happens and they all just live their happy lives. That was until a young boy and a large book show up in her library and everything changes. Once Upon a Time AU.

#multichapter #drama #au #not rated #rated m #adventure #complete #humour #rated t #angst #submission #romance #angst with a happy ending #once upon a time au #jily #wolf star #harry potter #tv au #user rec

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ask-missparker · 11 days

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It’s been a long long time… / OUAT season 2

Pairings: Michelle x Rochelle, Bella x Alice

Bromance: Nikolai & Jeremy

Extra characters: Petra, Liane and Joshua

Continuing this fic (the second half of episode 2)

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“I can explain!”

“Michelle?”

“Nicholas?”

The brunette and the blonde frozen in sight of seeing in each other. For Nikolai it felt like years, meanwhile Michelle had been alone in this world for what seemed to be weeks for her. Within a second later, the two of them pulled each other into a hug. Jeremy lowered his sword and grinned slowly leading the others inside the safe house.

Alice was watching Bella as she half smile entering the room. Joshua was holding Liane up as the women rolled her eyes, noticing her daughter was secretly crushing on the girl. To say Joshua was a little flabbergasted was an insult to his expression. He read the books, remembering the words of his father’s small home but never expected for it, to be like this.

Then again there was someone living here now, someone named Michelle. He lowered Liane on the chair near the entrance, as she thanked him for helping. Petra sat on the other side of the room finding comfort in the warmth and smells coming from the kitchen.

Nikolai pulled away from the hug and asked, “Michelle, darling, how are—I thought you were washed away by the curse?”

“No, no I wasn’t. The curse isn’t didn’t hit every single part of the land.” Michelle said, taking another bite of bread.

“But how?”

“Well..long story short, when the curse hit I was helping other folks cover for shelter and promising our friends I would be at the castle in time..and then..”

“..then you weren’t. I am so sorry you were left behind.”

“It’s alright, I had faith the curse would be lifted and I can return home sooner than later. And I was right! Where’s my wife and kids?”

Nikolai winces at the question and responds, “Well that’s the thing, they aren’t here. But don’t worry they’re safe at the other realm with our friends. Now I’m making it a priority to all get home. You included!”

Michelle’s facial expressions changes in milliseconds from sad to wishful as she heard that last sentence of his statement. Of course she was coming along to see her family again, she looked over her shoulder to see the others. Liane looked way different just tired, Jeremy was still grinning like the cheeky pirate he is and she recognized Princess Petra.

However the other 3 were not in her eyesight. She had no idea who they were.

Bella was too busy making eyes contact with Alice to notice Michelle was looking at them, Joshua had to gently elbow the Latina to get her attention. Bella grunted and glared at her friend meanwhile Alice held back a small chuckle. It was the first time the brunette has seen his friend so—well so damn distracted!

He rolled his eyes and smiled decided to introduce himself to the tall blonde as he spoke, “Hi. I’m Joshua. And the two girls being eyes at another another are Bella and Alice.”

Michelle shook his hand and chuckled, “It’s alright, let them have their fun. Wait..did you say, Joshua?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Holy—Oh my god! You’re my nephew!”

“You’re what now?”

That got a giggle from Liane as Nikolai softly chuckled, hearing Michelle’s reaction to finally meeting her nephew. Michelle went a mini ramble on how she planned on being the first one to hold him when he was born, play games together, take him horseback riding and use a freaking sword. Hell her rambles were so sweet, it made Joshua finally crack a smile this whole trip.

It was then Joshua remembered the research about Cinderella, how Michelle and Rochelle became head over heels in love, as their wedding was celebrated across the land for a damn long week. With Michelle being the loud speaker of the pair and Rochelle being a bit more quiet about things. He could see where the twins got their perspectives from.

Liane yawned and spoke up after a moment, “Uh, Michelle, can we stay here for a little while..or do we have to sign up for an all star break?”

Michelle smiled, “Well it’s Nik’s home and seeing how you guys are here, I don’t see why not! And you’re in luck, I got food to last us a couple of weeks.”

“We don’t need weeks. Just a couple of days and to plan a way out of here without the Orges attacking us.”

“And you need a nap.”

“Hey!”

Bella turned around and faced her mother, “Yeah mom, you do.”

“Oh now you want to talk!” Liane remarked, huffing and noticed Petra took pride in her distress, “What you looking up, Princess?”

“You’re bags under your eyes.” Petra replied half grinned.

The blonde crossed her arms and huffed once again, “I hate all of you.”

Joshua sighed and offered his hand, taking Liane to one of the bedroom. He asked his father which one was suitable for her, as Nikolai pointed to the one in the behind the stairs. He nodded, leading Liane to the back room and helped her crawl into bed, opening the window to bring in some fresh air as the blonde rested her head on the pillow.

Liane wondered why he was being so nice to him but decided to leave that question to ponder herself, requesting for Joshua to stay close by for she can fall asleep. She lied a bit saying she didn’t sleep well in new places, but she was just scared to fall asleep period, thankfully the teenager nodded silently. Joshua sat down in the chair beside the bed crossing his arms and looked around the room, as his gaze fell every so often on the blonde who closed her eyes.

He looked around in awe of the safe house and all his little quirks from the flooring to the walls with framed pictures. He noticed a few drawings and some figurines on tables nearby as well.

“Wow..” He muttered to himself, wondering how his parents lived their days together in this place. God he had so many questions but was shy to ask them.

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Outside of the bedroom, the group were discussing living plans. There wasn’t much room, so some of them might have to bunk together. Jeremy and Petra didn’t mind the couch, Nikolai assumed he would retake his bedroom unless Michelle wanted it and Joshua or Bella might take the mattress upstairs.

Alice and Bella soon realized they might have to share a room together which led to awkward silence and tiny hints of blushing being seen. Michelle snorted seeing that, remembering her and Rochelle were the same way. She took those moments help Nikolai and Jeremy serve lunch, which basically meant bread and cheese with fresh water.

The trio missed their chats, hell they miss their adventures.

Michelle took that moment to ask, “So how is everyone back uh, home?”

Jeremy sipped water and responded, “Well my husband lied for starters, as he broke the spell bringing magic and had us running around like idiots afterwards..”

“Besides that dummy! I mean how are our people?”

“Ohh! Well King Alexander is out of commission, so great for us and bad for him. Rochelle and Cass are fine, missing you. Uhh, I think I saw some couples making out on the streets after the curse broke.”

“Damn I missed that! How our my babies? Last I saw them they were 4 years old.”

“Well, time was frozen more or less for everyone, but the kids grow up at a slow rate, so that means your twins are 7 years old now.”

“7?! That means are in school now?! Who’s teaching those ankle bitters?”

“Don’t worry, Charles is their teacher and Erik is one of the officers there, so they don’t get into much trouble. More or less.”

“More or less?! My babies are insane, I should know I’m a little nuts.”

Nikolai walked in after checking on the girls and hissed, “Shh! I forgot how loud you are. I see Jeremy is catching you up on things. I am surprised he hasn’t shown you the cell phones yet.”

“What’s a cell phone?” Michelle questioned, raising an eyebrow at the item he mentioned.

“I’ll explain to you later.”

“What other things are in that realm?”

“Well you have movies you can watch on Netflix.”

“What’s Netflix? Is it some sort of note taker?”

“Oh geez Michelle…you are gonna experience a lot of new things.”

“Speaking of new things, since when does Mal have a kid?”

Alice yelled softly from her chair, “That’s what I said!”

“Al hush!” Petra shouted, sitting next to her.

Michelle muttered, “But she’s white..”

Jeremy almost crooked on his blueberry at Michelle’s comment.

“You know that’s my mom you’re talking about, right?” Bella remarked eating her sandwich.

“Did Liane remarry?!” Michelle exclaimed with a gasp, “Did Ethan cheat? I swear I’mma murder him if he-”

“No, I’m adopted! And no, dad was under the curse somewhat, my biological mother is god knows where.”

“Whew! And here I thought I was gonna have to kill your daddy.”

“Go ahead, he’s not the smartest man. But I love him.”

Michelle and Bella shared a humorous moment together, chuckling. Joshua soon joined the others, Liane was asleep, as he sat down next to Jeremy stealing a blueberry from his plate. He heard the others throwing comments about the current state of their crew and he chuckled hearing Bella’s latest statement.

Joshua then had to ask, “Michelle..uh, how did you know that the cabin would be empty and safe to stay in?”

“Well, honestly I figured it would be better than staying in a hostel cave for weeks. I used to visit this area for shelter when I was single, me and the guys would come over here and just hang out.” Michelle explained smiling.

“What about the creatures outside?”

“Easy.” She added grinning, “I slayed their asses.”

“Cool!” Joshua says sounded very impressed.

“How about you kid? Slay any beasts yet?”

“No, but I have met a few.”

“Don’t worry, one week with me and you will know how to flip your sword over and throw it into a dragon’s chest.”

“Okay, you’re officially the cool one.”

Jeremy’s eyes widen, “The fu-?”

Nikolai patted his shoulder and said, “Don’t sweat it, man.”

“Wait if she is Liane’s kid?” Said Alice had a clueless expression on her face pointing to Bella and then pointed to Joshua, “Then who’s he?”

“His.” Joshua replied pointing to Nikolai with a small awkward half smile.

“How?! You guys ALL look young?! Did you guys find the fountain of youth or something?”

“..yup, she really is Alice from Alice in Wonderland..”

“And other places! I swear, take a one way trip and that’s all anyone ever knows about you.”

Bella smiled softly to herself finding her kinda cute, as it earned a small humorous eye roll from Joshua. It’s crazy, they land in the Enchanted Forest for the first time and the first thing Bella does it find herself an instant tiny crush on a blonde from Wonderland. Honestly, Joshua was happy for her and definitely was gonna tease her later for it.

Meanwhile the adults decide to take the lead in planning a new plan in order to avoid being caught here any longer. Petra suggested a magic bean, Nikolai mentioned the original wardrobes from years back could be another option, meanwhile Michelle planned on the best route to get there. Either the dust from the warehouses or the magic bean.

Jeremy pointed out that both options were good but needed a possible alternative route to leave, such as another portal.

He figured they can probably find his pirate ship and use whatever option from their plan to sail out of there, then appear in the shipping docks of Fighter-Town. He was just hoping that his ships would be ready to operate and not washed away during a storm.

Fingers crossed things went smoothly.

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Ahh this is the last fic for the month (I think 🧐 unless I get more ideas!)

Anyways let me know what you think 💭

✨ Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @cherrysft @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh

#ouat au #jeremy michaelis #michroch #once upon a time au #ouat s2 #liane felton #joshua & bella #thomas doherty #amanda seyfried icons #ouat rewatch #ouat fic

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baggebythesea · 8 months

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Have I come up with the most bizzare Once Upon a Time She-Ra AU yes...yes I have

Adora as Regina

Catra as Emma

Adora is a princess raised by an evil witch mother with big plans for her to be a queen.

Catra is a sad orphan cat meow meow living on the streets who is cynical about the kindness of the world.

Adora? Throwing her entire world into another dimension because she's in such a bad place that she can't see any other way forward? That seems so unlike someone like her.

Wait...

Important change from the show - Adora's motivation can't be spite. It has to be her somehow telling herself that she's doing the right thing, that she's doing a noble sacrifice or something. Maybe all her misfortunes have made her come to the conclusion that magic sucks and that everyone is better off in a world without happy endings, no matter how horrible that world is.

Catra as Emma is just perfect.

Glimmer will be some little grey mouse of a mess living a small life in Storybrook as a clumsy barrista trying and failing to work up the courage to confess her feeling to the cute engineer student who likes to study in her shop. As the story unfolds however, she learns that in another world she was a magic princess with power and influence untold, and that Adora took it all from her...

#spop #adora #catra #glimmer #once upon a time au

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kazoosandfannypacks · 4 months

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📓 for whoever you like! (For the fanfic-daydream ask game)

One fanfic idea I've been playing around with for a while but am not sure if I'll ever get around to writing is a Captain Swan (OUaT) fanfiction featuring Killian Jones as The Annoying Schwann's Delivery Man. {Schwann's is a food delivery service my neighbors get a lot.} I like the idea of him seeing her last name and trying to use that as an icebreaker to get her to order food, but it going horribly wrong for him. Idk where it would go from there though....

thanks for the ask!

📔 send me any book emoji and I'll tell you about a fanfic idea that I daydream about but haven't written

#kazzy answers asks #kazzy writes #once upon a time au #ouat au #once upon a time #once upon a time season 2 #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan #otp: try something new darling

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romkole · 3 months

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demon AU

#swanqueen au #swanqueen #swan queen #emma x regina #emma swan #regina mills #oncers #once upon a time au #once upon a time #oust #swanqueen aesthetic #swan queen moodboard #demon au

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grimmswan · 10 months

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Mess

Once Upon a Time

Neal is a mess, and keeps getting messier. He has an interest in Emma Swan. But Killian Jones has his life put together more than Neal ever would.

Warning!! This is not a story for Neal fans. This is a story for those who like to see Neal being given a hard time.

No one told Neal not to shower for two days. No one told Neal to wear the same clothes three days in a row. And most definitely no one told Neal to ignore his deodorant completely.

But that didn’t stop him from blaming every single one of his house mates for why he made the absolutely worst impression imaginable on the stunning Emma Swan.

The guys of the house all knew about her. She was the best friend of Mary Margaret, who was the girlfriend of David Nolan, their housemate.

There seemed to never be a chance to talk to her. It was only through David’s and Mary Margaret’s social media that most of the house knew Emma Swan existed.

She was very beautiful. And she liked to be active. She especially seemed to love the beach.

A little scrolling through Mary Margaret’s social media photos showed a girls’ trip where all of the ladies were wearing swimsuits.

Neal was determined to meet Emma. He was sure they would have a lot of fun together.

When David said they all of the housemates were invited to a party hosted by Mary Margaret’s parent’s, one that all of her friends would be attending; Neal thought the perfect opportunity to meet Emma Swan had arrived.

The party was scheduled for Friday starting at seven. So Neal planned on showering and using his favorite scented products a half an hour before they would leave to attend. He even had the clothes he planned to wear already picked out and set up.

But he chose not to shower Wednesday night, at all Thursday, or Friday Morning. And he wore the same clothes he had put on since showering Wednesday morning all through that Friday evening.

And even though he had a brand new stick of deodorant on his dresser, he decided not to open it until after his shower Friday evening.

The rest of the housemates repeatedly, and vehemently begged for him to do something, anything, to reduce the odor that was beginning to emit from him. But Neal didn’t see the point since he would be getting cleaned up before the party.

Friday was a hot sunny summer day. Meaning by noon, Neal could be smelled from several feet away.

The only saving grace was that his greasy hair could have been excused as being damp from sweat.

He needed all of the help he could get when he met with his housemates at their favorite diner for lunch and discovered David had invited his girlfriend, and her two best friends.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise? It’s going to be a more enjoyable lunch with these three beauties dining with us.”

Neal had to clamp his jaw shut to prevent himself from telling Kilian Jones to shut up.

His fancy words and accent were always causing women to blush and giggle.

Ok, maybe the women weren’t giggling, but they were all smiling, And Emma looked like her cheeks had turned a little pink.

Neal got angrier. He had dibs on Emma, and Jones was ruining his chance.

David introduced everyone. “Ruby Lucus, Emma Swan, these are my housemates, August, Graham, Killian, and Neal.”

“Oh, he’s your housemate? I thought he was homeless.” Emma exclaimed in surprise.

All of the guys except for Neal laughed.

“Cassidy is taking a strike against bathing.” August said

The group was seated at a booth. Neal was made to sit on a chair on the outside of the table.

As she was moving past him, Neal noticed Emma’s nose turn up in disgust. He also noticed Killian Jones scoot in right next to her.

Her cheeks turned a darker shade as Killian spoke softly to her. He was just telling her about the best things on the menu, but he had a talent for making anything sound like poetry.

Neal could not hate him more.

Emma’s face was very expressive. Every emotion she felt was right there for all to see.

Every word Killian said, every gesture he made, earned a smile and a look of fascination by Emma.

However, everytime Neal said anything, motioned in any way to get her attention, Emma would actually lean back in her seat, putting as much distance between them as possible. Her polite smile would seem pained. And she would turn her head slightly, usually behind Killian Jones’s shoulder.

Neal wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair. If he had known he was going to be meeting Emma Swan for lunch, he would have cleaned himself up.

But he was stuck in a situation where he looked his worst and his rival looked his best.

“You did that on purpose.” He accused David when they were back at the house, getting ready for the party.

“What are you talking about?”

“You invited the girl’s for lunch just to make sure Emma saw me looking horrible. But you made sure Jones was looking good.”

“Jones always looks like that.” David retorted. “Unlike you, he believes in bathing.”

“And he's always been a stickler for keeping himself presentable. He’s been that way since before he moved in with us.” August added.

In the back of his mind, Neal remembered that Killian believed in always dressing well. Clean clothes every day. Facial hair neatly trimmed. Well groomed.

To Killian, it was important how he presented himself. So he always ensured his appearance was the best it should be for that occasion.

But while it was reasonable to believe that it was just an unfortunate set of circumstances that made his first meeting with Emma Swan to be a disaster, Neal wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable.

Instead, he was going to make them all pay for embarrassing him.

He scrubbed himself nearly raw, trying to get as clean as possible. While showering, he was trying to think of ways of getting Emma Swan’s attention away from Killian Jones.

He insisted on driving his own car to the party, instead of hitching a ride with anyone. And he insisted on not having any passengers.

He planned that Emma would be leaving the party with him, and he didn’t want anyone else with them in his car.

The others were more than happy to not have to put up with him and his attitude on the way to Mary Margaret’s parent’s house.

It escaped Neal’s notice that both Graham and Killian had left the house early, each in their own cars.

It turned out, Mary Margaret’s parents were wealthy. They lived in a mansion with a large yard, a massive pool, a garden maze, and an outdoor kitchen.

The whole party was being held in the back area with the pool, and all of the food was being served from the outdoor kitchen.

Neal grabbed a plate, loaded it up, got a drink, and found a spot where he could survey everything, keeping an eye out for long blonde hair.

He finally spotted Emma. And nearly cracked the beer bottle in his hand when he saw that Killian had his arm around her.

They were looking at one another adoringly, smiling and popping pieces of food in each other’s mouths.

Neal stomped over. He tried to knock the plate of food Killian was holding out of his hands, but his reflexes were just as good as his hygiene, and he got it out of the way before a mess could be made.

“Watch it, mate.” Killian growled.

The menacing look on his face made Neal take a step back. But he didn’t want to seem weak in front of Emma. So he mustered up all of his courage and growled back at Killian.

“You watch it. You knew I was interested in Emma. But you just had to push your way in.”

He turned to Emma. “Baby, you and I could be really good together.”

“You have sauce down your shirt. And all over your beard.”

There was a bark of laughter from the crowd of people Neal hadn’t noticed that had gathered.

Neal also hadn’t realized that while he was busy focusing on finding Emma, barbecue sauce had been spilling down his shirt. Adding on to the fact that he hadn’t remembered to wipe his mouth before charging to where Emma and Killian were sitting, Neal once again looked like a complete mess.

The second face to face meeting with Emma Swan in one day, and the second time he was appearing in front of her looking like a complete slob.

“The lady obviously has no interest in you. So I suggest you shove off.”

Neal’s pride would not allow him to simply walk away. Especially knowing Killian would certainly have his hands all over Emma that night.

“A slut like you wouldn’t appreciate a nice guy like me, anyway. You’re obviously a gold digging whore who prefers guys with money.”

He tried to toss the remainder of his beer on Emma, but had his vision blocked by a fist to the face.

He heard the crack of bone breaking, right before he felt a searing shot of pain and fell back on his ass.

“Apologize to the lady.” Killian hovered over him menacingly. At that moment, Neal feared there was a very real possibility of Jones killing him.

Emma went to Killian’s side. First touching his shoulder, then cupping his face to have him look at her.

“Hey, Killian, come one.” She spoke softly, as if addressing a dangerous animal.

Neal half wondered if that’s what Killian was.

“He’s not worth it. He’s not the first guy to get his pride hurt and shoot his mouth. He won’t be the last.”

“No one should talk to you like that, Swan. You’re an amazing woman.”

“What he thinks doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care what he thinks or says about me. I’m not interested in him. I’m interested in you. I care about what you think about me.”

“I think you’re beautiful.” Killian allowed Emma to guide him away.

“Now you’ve got blood running down your shirt.” Ruby shot at Neal as she walked past with Graham by her side, his arm tightly around her.

“If you're thinking about pressing charges against Killian, we’ll all say that you tried to attack Emma and he was just defending her.”

Neal had thought Mary Margaret was all sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns. But the way she spoke made him realize that she definitely had a dark side.

“I think it would be a good idea if you started looking for a new place to live.” David added. He and his girlfriend in obvious unity.

Neal got up and left. He was grateful he had brought his own car and didn’t have a passenger to deal with.

He wasn’t leaving with Emma like he had planned. And while that knowledge made him angry, he comforted himself with the belief that she would regret her decision when she saw how much of a womanizer Jones was.

He focused on that thought at the hospital while he was having his nose looked at.

He focused on that thought as he was packing his stuff and moving out.

He focused on that thought three months later when he heard that the rest of the guys had moved out of the house.

David and Mary Margaret were moving in together.

Graham was moving in with Ruby and her girlfriend Belle.

Neal hadn’t realized he should have been jealous of another one of his former housemates till he heard that news.

August was moving into a studio apartment above his new workshop.

And of course Killian was moving with Emma into a place by the water.

Neal tried to tell himself that it wouldn’t last.

He was still trying to tell himself that even a year later when he saw their engagement announcement. Their smiling faces looking out at him. Mocking him.

Angrily, he slammed his phone down on the counter. Then shouted in frustration when he heard the screen crack.

“What a mess.”

#captain swan #once upon a time #ouat #emma swan #killian jones #once upon a time au #captain hook | killian jones #killian x emma #emma x killian #grimmswanfic

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alannacouture · 4 months

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This is, hands down, my favorite Captain Swan edit, just because I love imagining that this is their life. A dog and Hope and happily traipsing through the snow ❄️

Credit to Elaine on Deviantart

#once upon a time #once upon a time edit #once upon a time au #ouat #ouat edit #ouat au #emma swan #emma swan edit #killian jones #killian jones edit #emma x killian #killian x emma #captain swan #captain swan edit #captain swan au #hope swan jones #deviantart #alannacouture #christmas

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 19;

Sad Cruella and Carlos De Vil edit.

Janlos/Cane edit.

Another edit for my ouat/descendants crossover fanfiction 'A Twist in their Tales.'

Core four ship edit.

'The descendants kids with their young parents' edit.

Uma is use to the idiotic stuff that results from Harry Hook and Chad Charming's friendship.

Core Four + Sea Three and food/snacks.

Star Six and food/snacks.

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frie-ice · 1 month

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Day five theme of Belle x Sulley week is Alternate Universes. At first I was going to have the moodboard focus on a Keyblade AU to reference their Kingdom Hearts counterparts or a Car Racing AU to reference their Disney Speedstorm counterparts, but other AU ideas popped into my head and this is what I got.

Avengers AU, as I can see myself and other people portraying them as Marvel characters. Like Black Widow and Hulk.

Keyblade AU, as to reference their KH counterparts and have them wielding the keyblades of their home worlds.

Car Racing AU, to reference their Speedstorm counterparts.

Once Upon a Time AU, as Belle is part of the series and thought it would be interesting to see Sulley in it as well. Since Merida is a Pixar character who has her own OUAT counterpart, why not give Sulley one to.

Monster High AU, since Sulley is a monster and @twisting-echo has featured in the two her college AU, why not present Belle as a monster and have both of them as students as MH.

Dancing AU, thought it would be fun to feature them in a dancing AU. The Breakdancing AU from the Miraculous Ladybug fandom gave me the idea.

Shrek AU, the main couple of the DreamWorks film has a similar energy to the one of Beauty and the Beast and some people have Sulley take Adam's place as Belle's beast.

Role Swap, the two swapping roles and films. Thanks to the Disney item and location emojis, they allowed me to reference the films they swapped as they play one another's parts.

Tag: @frie-ice @twisting-echo

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ouatnextgen · 13 days

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These are so funny lol. I'll see if I can find my meme templates and make some for the others lol

#once upon a time oc #once upon a time au #rwylm story

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gcthvile · 2 months

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The Pirate and His Conjurer (OUAT AU!)

Pairing: Rumpel! Cole x CaptainHook! Jeremy

Fandom: Marvel, OUAT

Warnings: none

Summary: A treacherous trickster turns mutineer and seizes control of a pirate ship, but finds himself longing for the captain's affections.

Cole struggled against his bindings as the pirate crew hauled him aboard their massive vessel. Their raid must have gone south if they were taking prisoners, but little did they know he was more than just a simple trickster. As he was shoved unceremoniously onto the deck, Cole took in his surroundings, filing away any details that could later prove useful in a daring escape.

That's when he saw him. The pirate captain was bellowed orders at his men while scrutinizing the captured ship in the distance through a spyglass. Even from behind, Cole could sense the power and swagger oozing off the man. Then he turned, and Cole found himself drowning in a sea of piercing blue eyes.

This must be the infamous Captain Hook he'd heard tales about in taverns and ports - as daring as he was deadly handsome. Not that Cole would ever admit to being distracted by a pretty face, of course. As Jeremy stormed over, Cole schooled his features into an amused smirk.

"Well hello, Captain. I do apologize for crashing your little party uninvited," Cole purred, giving the ropes binding his wrists an exaggerated yank.

Jeremy's stoic expression didn't waver, but Cole saw a flicker of interest in those eyes. "Who are you and what are you doing sneaking around my raid?" he demanded.

Cole mulled over concocting a lie but then decided the truth may serve him better, for now. "Names Cole. I'm just a simple merchant traveling these waters when I happened upon your...activities. Isn't pillaging what pirates do best?"

Jeremy snorted. "Nothing simple about you, I'd wager. Men, take him below deck until I decide what to do with our stowaway."

The crew hauled Cole towards the hatch but not before he shot the captain a wicked grin. "I do hope we'll continue our charming conversation later, Captain. I so enjoy learning more about ambitious pirates like yourself..."

His taunt earned him a glare from Jeremy that sent a thrill through Cole's gut. Oh this was going to be fun indeed.

The pirate crew tossed Cole unceremoniously into the hold below deck. But he landed lightly on his feet, already scheming his next move. He paced around the confined space, running his fingers along the damp wooden walls inspecting for any weaknesses.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Cole heard footsteps approaching in the hall outside, followed by the creak of hinges as the door swung open. Backlit by lantern light, the silhouette that filled the doorway could only belong to one man.

"Cozy quarters you have here, Captain," Cole greeted Jeremy with a sly grin. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Jeremy snorted. "Don't flatter yourself, trickster. I merely came to see what manner of man has the gall to stowaway aboard my ship uninvited."

He studied Cole intently, as if trying to peel back the layers of mystery shrouding the stranger. Cole met his gaze unwaveringly, enjoying their tempestuous rapport.

"See anything you like?" Cole purred, giving a little spin to put himself on display.

Jeremy's stoic expression cracked ever so slightly, a glint of grudging amusement in his eyes. "You're a tricky one, I'll give you that. But it'll take more than smiles and pretty words to earn my trust. Why have you really come aboard my vessel?"

Cole circled closer, lowering his voice to an intimate murmur. "Let's just say I'm...invested in ensuring your latest raid goes according to plan, Captain. I may surprise you yet with how I can...assist you."

He traced a finger slowly along Jeremy's lapel, feeling the pirate captain's resolve wavering under his brazen touch. Their lips were mere inches apart now, tension crackling in the heated atmosphere.

Then Jeremy blinked and the trance was broken. He grabbed Cole's wandering hand sternly. "We'll see about that. For now, stay put like a good little stowaway until I return."

And with that final warning, he took his leave, leaving Cole alone with naught but fantasies to entertain himself. Things were certainly becoming more...interesting indeed.

Days passed as The Jolly Roger sailed onward through misty waters, its captain keeping Cole locked away below deck all the while. The trickster grew bored of his confined quarters, pacing like a caged animal and imagining all the mischief he could wreak if given free rein of the ship.

Late one night, Cole heard a commotion erupting on deck - shouts and clanging steel. An ambush? He strained his ears but the thick oak door muffled the sounds of battle. Then suddenly, footsteps pounded down the stairs and the lock scraped open with a gritty shriek.

Cole tensed, ready to pounce on his potential rescuer or assailant. But it was the captain himself, breathing hard and bloodied but triumphant. "We're under attack. If you've any magic up your sleeve, now's the time to prove your worth, trickster."

Cole smirked. "It's about time. Lead the way, Captain."

He followed Jeremy topside to chaos - another pirate vessel grappling with The Jolly Roger, boarders attempting to overtake the deck. Cole watched Jeremy cut down two men with fluid strikes of his namesake steel hook before joining the fray himself.

With a flick of his wrist, Cole sent two swordsmen tumbling overboard with spectral claws at their throats. He whirled, catching another across the jaw with a spinning kick before finishing him with a fireball. Jeremy stared, equal parts impressed and wary of Cole's prowess.

Together, they fought back to back, an unstoppable force. Cole's magic gave the pirates fits while Jeremy rallied his men with rousing cries. Slowly but surely, they gained the upper hand, clearing the deck of all invaders at last.

Panting amidst the carnage, Cole turned to Jeremy with a bloodthirsty grin. "Well Captain, it seems you have an...asset aboard after all. Do with me what you will now."

Jeremy eyed the trickster, his hatred for magic warring with newfound respect kindled in battle. "You've earned your keep for now. But don't think this changes anything between us, trickster."

Cole's smile only widened as he bowed low, dripping with insincere obedience. "As you command...Captain." Their tempestuous dance was only beginning.

In the aftermath of the battle, Jeremy retreated to his private quarters to tend his wounds. But he hadn't accounted for a certain trickster also seeking him out below deck.

Without bothering to knock, Cole swept inside and locked the door behind him. "Let me help with those injuries, Captain."

Jeremy glared, in no mood for games after the fray. "I don't need your magic, trickster."

"Hush now." Cole swatted away Jeremy's protests and set to work, gently cleaning and dressing the gashes with surprising care.

Jeremy watched him suspiciously but didn't pull away, captivated as always by Cole's mercurial nature. The trickster's touch sent sparks jolting through his veins, reawakening feelings best left dormant.

Cole sensed the shift and glanced up through thick lashes, smiling slyly at the pirate captain's turmoil. "You continue to intrigue me, Jeremy. Such a stalwart adversary one moment, vulnerable as any man the next. It's...fascinating."

His hand lingered at Jeremy's rugged jaw, thumb brushing softly over stubble. For a suspended heartbeat they wavered on the precipice, thirst and reason warring within.

Then Jeremy moved, closing the space between them in a crushing kiss that stole Cole's breath away. All the tension and passion they'd kept caged sprang forth in a wild torrent, clothes hastily discarded in their fervor.

After, they lay entwined, coming down from their high amidst the wreckage around them. Jeremy felt unmoored by the trickster once more, but for the first time allowed a glimmer of something bright and perilous to take root in his guarded heart.

Cole curled against him, sated and silent in the aftermath, though scheming as always. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted from the pirate captain at last.

Aboard The Jolly Roger, rumors had begun to spread about the pirate captain and the mysterious trickster now also claiming the ship as his own domain. The crew gossiped in hushed tones about the marks they'd spotted on Jeremy's neck, or the smug smiles Cole couldn't contain.

Jeremy's first mate was the first to confront him. "With respect captain, some of the men are startin' to doubt who's really in charge around here. That magic trickster has got you under his spell, if you'll pardon me sayin'."

Jeremy glowered, unwilling to show weakness. "Cole is...an asset. And what goes on between us is none of your concern. This is still my ship."

But deep down, even he questioned how long he could keep up the charade - or resist the lure of the chaos Cole represented. Their games had grown more private and intimate lately, as the trickster planted seeds of rebellion in the captain's mind.

That night, Jeremy sought Cole out in his quarters aboard the hold once more. "Your little games have gone on long enough. The crew questions my command. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cast you out."

Cole grinned like the cat who got the canary. "Because without me, this ship would be utterly boring, darling. Admit it - you've grown...accustomed to my peculiar brand of entertainment."

He waved a hand, conjuring dancing lights that swooped through the dank air. "With me at your side, you could accomplish so much more than merely pillaging vessels. We could plunder entire kingdoms...together."

Jeremy couldn't deny the appeal of unrestrained anarchy. And really, why should he continue to deny himself what - who - he wanted? With a growl, he pulled Cole in for a bruising kiss.

"Very well, trickster. We do it your way. But the first sign of treachery, and you walk the plank. Do I make myself clear?"

Cole chuckled darkly against Jeremy's lips. "Perfectly clear, captain. You won't regret this, I promise."

A wicked idea took form in his devious mind. He would need to fully cement his control, to stamp out any lingering doubts about where Jeremy's true loyalties lay.

The next morning, Cole summoned the crew to the main deck with a loud cracking of magic. When they arrived bleary-eyed, they found Jeremy bound to the mast, struggling in vain against the enchanted ropes.

"What's the meaning of this, Cole?!" Jeremy roared.

Cole smiled innocently. "Why, I'm merely taking the initiative, darling captain. We had an agreement to do things my way from now on, if you recall." He turned to the anxious onlookers.

"Your captain has grown soft, led astray by weakness and sentiment. But I aim to bring back the chaos and terror you pirates thrive upon! Who's with me?"

An uncertain murmur rippled through the men until Jeremy's first mate thrust forward, glaring daggers. "We don't take orders from scoundrels like you. Now release the captain before..."

"Before what? You'll mutiny?" Cole cackled. With a wave of his hand he flung the first mate overboard, ignoring Jeremy's howl of fury.

"Any other dissenters?" Silence met him, the crew cowed into submission. Cole snapped his fingers, freeing Jeremy.

"The ship is ours, my darling. Now, where shall our reign of anarchy begin?"

Jeremy surged forward the moment the ropes fell away, grabbing a fistful of Cole's shirt with a snarl.

"You've gone too far this time, trickster," he spat, blue eyes blazing. Cole merely smiled wider, thriving off Jeremy's rage.

"Come now, it was all part of the plan!" Cole cooed, untroubled by the pirate's wrath. "We stand united before the crew as their unquestioned leaders. All according to your wishes, dear captain."

Jeremy gave Cole a rough shake. "I never wanted a mutiny against my own men! He was loyal, and you cast him aside without care."

Cole's smile faded as irritation seeped in. "Loyal to you, perhaps, but not to our cause. Some sacrifice was required to cement my authority."

"Your authority?" Jeremy laughed harshly. "This was never about ruling together, was it? You planned to usurp me from the start, trickster."

He shoved Cole away in disgust. The crew watched warily, unsure who to side with in this volatile power struggle.

Cole's eyes darkened. "Need I remind you which one of us holds real power here, captain? I gave you a gift in letting you keep your petty title, but don't delude yourself into thinking you still command anything."

Jeremy went still, expression shuttering. When he spoke, his voice held a deadly calm. "We'll see about that. Men! This mongrel thinks to steal our ship. I say it's past time he walked the plank."

Cole grinned darkly, fear melting into sinister mirth as the crew closed in on him. How cute they thought a few pirates in shirtsleeves posed any threat.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, inky shadows materialized on the deck, rising into hulking forms twice the size of a man. The shadow creatures hesitated, awaiting their master's command.

"Gentlemen, I'd advise against coming any closer," Cole purred. His eyes shone with malice as he scrutinized the crew one by one.

"You there - with the gaudy earring. Let's start with you." The shadow creature lurched towards its target, seizing the man effortlessly despite his struggling.

"Please, have mercy!" he begged. Cole cocked his head, feigning consideration. Then with a scowl, he snapped his fingers. The shadow's claws dug deeper, wrenching a howl from its prey as his leg twisted at an unnatural angle.

Cole surveyed the crew's horrified faces, relishing their dread. "Let that be a lesson. Any other volunteers to cross me?” His shadows growled in warning, hovering protectively by their master's sides.

Jeremy could only watch helplessly, powerless against Cole's sorcery for the first time. Their game had taken a vicious new turn, and innocent blood now stained the conjurer's hands.

The trickster was unmasked at last - a heartless monster lurking beneath the charm. Jeremy vowed then and there he would destroy Cole, or die trying to reclaim what was rightfully his.

With Jeremy and the crew cowed into obedience, Cole had all but officially claimed The Jolly Roger as his domain. Yet despite attaining the power and fear he so craved, a festering seed of doubt lingered in his heart.

Whenever icy blue eyes met his from across the quarterdeck, full of loathing and resentment, Cole felt a pang deep in his core that unsettled him. He told himself it was mere wounded pride at Jeremy's insolence in the face of his defeat.

But in solitary moments, when no mask or bravado could deceive even himself, Cole was forced to confront an alien emotion that left him hollow and aching. He missed their games and wordplay, the thrill of anticipation whenever Jeremy would indulge one of his schemes.

All he'd wanted was control and adulation as his due. So why did subjugating the captain leave him feeling so unmoored and fragile inside? Nights were the worst, an eternity of loneliness in his chamber as strange memories drifted through his mind.

Laughter echoing through shadows. The glint of sunset on steel. A calloused hand brushing his cheek, as blue eyes looked upon him not with hatred, but...something else. Cole clutched his head, cursing his sudden fits of weakness.

What was happening to him? How could one man undo him so completely without even trying? Cole knew then he had to find some way to win back what he'd lost, and understand the bitter yearning that now ruled his every waking thought. Even if it meant unraveling the tricky game they'd played from the very beginning.

Cole paced his dimly lit cabin like a caged animal, gnawing resentment and confusion warring within. He needed answers, and there was only one person who could provide them.

With a snap of magic, Cole transported himself to the captain's quarters in a swirl of shadows. Jeremy shot up from his cot, instantly on guard at the intrusion.

"What do you want, trickster?" he spat, calloused hand flying to the dagger at his hip. But Cole held up his hands in a gesture of peace, much to the pirate's surprise.

"I come without threats or charm for once, captain," Cole said slowly. "I merely wished to...understand."

Jeremy barked a harsh laugh. "Understand what? That you've ruined any chance of loyalty or trust with your manipulation and blood magic?"

Cole flinched, the blows landing deeper than any dagger ever could. Still, he met Jeremy's hateful gaze steadily.

"Why do I care what you think of me?" he demanded softly. "Your hatred should be of no consequence. Yet...it tears at me in a way I don't comprehend."

Jeremy studied him suspiciously, seeing the rawness lurking beneath Cole's guarded veneer. For a long moment they simply breathed the same air, waves of emotion rocking between them.

Then Jeremy sighed wearily and gestured to the bed. "Sit. It seems we have much left to discuss, trickster, and daylight will reveal truths the dark obscures."

Cole went without question, hope and uncertainty stirring anew in his turbulent heart. He perched cautiously on the edge of the captain's narrow bed, feeling strangely vulnerable under Jeremy's steady gaze. A multitude of thoughts and feelings swirled within, just below the surface, clamoring to be freed.

"When first we met, I thought this was merely another game to amuse myself," Cole began hesitantly. "But somewhere along the way...something changed within me that I don't comprehend. Your hatred cuts deeper than any blade ever could."

He lifted remorseful eyes to Jeremy's stony face. "I only wanted power, yet subduing you has brought me no joy. Each rejection chips away at something vital I didn't know I had until now. I must understand - why do you haunt me so?"

Jeremy studied the trickster keenly, seeing past the mask of pride to glimpses of raw humanity seldom revealed. Yet still doubts lingered, walls erected through betrayal that could not fall so easily.

"You toyed with my crew, wounded men under my care," Jeremy rumbled. "Give me one reason I should trust your aim is true understanding, and not more manipulation."

Cole extended empty hands, pleading. "You have every right to loathe me, captain, yet I am at your mercy. Use me as you see fit to find the answers we both seek. I vow no magic or deception - only the truth, as best I can offer it."

A tense silence passed as hope and skepticism warred in Jeremy's gaze. At last he nodded once. "Very well, trickster. Let our talk begin."

Cole let out a quiet breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Now came the difficult part - opening himself up with raw sincerity, something deeply uncomfortable for one used to masking vulnerabilities.

"For so long it was just me against the world, relying only on my wits and magic to survive each day," he began. "I witnessed humanity at its worst - the greed, cruelty, indifference. It was easier to view others as playthings rather than fellow beings."

His lips quirked ruefully. "And then I met you, Captain. A man of passion and principle, yet unafraid to bend rules when it suited. You were...a challenge, unlike any I'd faced. I found myself wanting nothing more than to unravel the mystery of you."

Cole met Jeremy's watchful gaze openly. "Somewhere in our games, I stopped seeing you as a means to an end. Your good opinion became of paramount importance, though I've only now begun to understand why. When you look at me with such hatred..."

He faltered, brow furrowing as if physically pained. "It tears at something vital within me. I've never felt so...exposed. So please, if you can offer any insight - why do I care what you think?"

Jeremy held Cole's anguished stare for a long moment, weighing his sincerity. At last, he spoke.

"You care because against all odds, trickster, you've come to see me not just as a rival - but as something more."

Cole blinked, taken aback by Jeremy's words. Something more? The idea was utterly foreign, yet somehow made perfect sense.

"More?" he echoed faintly. Always adaptable, his quick mind was already discarding old assumptions to analyze this revelation from a new perspective.

Jeremy regarded him steadily. "Aye. Somewhere between our battles of will and cunning, a bond was forged whether we wished it or not. One does not crave another's approval so desperately without...affection lingering beneath."

The word hung heavy in the air between them. Cole's brows knit as conflicting emotions warred within - fear and longing, shame and yearning all tangled together.

Was it possible he'd come to care for this infuriating, steadfast pirate in more ways than intended? The idea terrified as much as it drew him in.

After a long moment Cole spoke again, voice thin and vulnerable. "And what of you, Captain? Do you think you could ever...see me as more than a rival?"

Jeremy sighed, face softening with sympathy for once as the trickster's uncertainty. Tentatively, he reached out to clasp Cole's shoulder in an unfamiliar gesture of solace.

"Much has passed between us, 'tis true. But there may yet be hope, if you prove willing to start anew - without power plays or deception." He searched Cole's face intently. "Can you do that, trickster?"

Cole let out a shaky breath, nodding. Whatever this strangeness was between them, he found he wanted nothing more than to understand...and perhaps rekindle what once was, in time.

"I will try, Captain. For you."

Jeremy searched Cole's face, seeing only sincerity in his conflicted gaze. The trickster had come far in baring his soul so openly; redemption would be an arduous road, but hope remained where before was only hatred.

Slowly, cautiously, Jeremy retracted his hand from Cole's shoulder. But instead of pulling away fully, his calloused fingers found Cole's and linked them together - an unspoken peace offering between former enemies turned tentative allies.

Cole stared down at their joined hands, eyes widening in wonder and not a little fear. But he did not withdraw, gripped by unfamiliar yet potent emotions awakened by Jeremy's small gesture of trust.

When Cole met the captain's eyes once more, Jeremy offered a small smile - the merest curl of his weathered lips, yet it lit his sharp features and warmed his azure eyes. "There may be promise of something more between us, trickster. But for now, let our talk continue in kinder spirits."

Cole nodded, returning a shy smile of his own. Words escaped him in that moment, but their clasped hands spoke volumes - of understanding gained, bridges mended, and potential blossoming where only ashes remained before.

As dawn's rosy light began to filter through the cabin's grimy windows, Cole released the nervous breath he'd not realized he was holding.

The golden light of dawn limned Jeremy's noble profile, reminding Cole all over again why he fell for this stalwart pirate. His gaze traced each weathered scar and line of strain, feeling anew the tangled mess of emotions this man alone could stir.

Without thinking he leaned in, following some instinct deeper than magic or guile. At the last moment he hesitated, searching Jeremy's eyes for permission or denial.

What he found was a quiet desire long buried beneath past hurts and suspicion. It was all the encouragement Cole needed to close the final distance between them.

His lips met Jeremy's in a soft kiss, close-mouthed and chaste yet lingering. After the anger and betrayal, such intimacy felt startling yet right - two souls seeing each other clearly at last.

Jeremy's calloused hand rose to cradle Cole's jaw, tracing the sharp angles in a tender caress as they kissed slowly, learning each other anew. No urgency marred the tender moment, only patience and fragile hope blooming where once was only doubt.

When at last they parted, Jeremy rested his forehead against Cole's, breathing the same air in a wordless communion of hearts and souls. Cole had never known such depths of emotion could exist beyond desire and fear.

"This changes things between us, trickster," Jeremy murmured. "No more tricks or power games. If you want this - want us - it must be as equals."

Cole nodded, filled to bursting with unfamiliar yet wondrous feelings. "I understand, Captain. Whatever it takes to earn your trust, your heart - I will do it."

And for the first time since arriving on this ship of scoundrels and scars, Cole felt he had truly found a home.

there we go, hope you guys like the fic! i know it's a bit long but i just had to write one for these two since we already have a lot of OUAT stories with the other couples 🥰

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