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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Okay soooo I know that Oberyn is your fave, so I'm going to request our sex god of a Prince. "You'll have to make me." "Oh, is that so?" *evil laugh here* Can't wait to see what my bestie boo comes up with

A/N: I’m in love with Oberyn Martell so thank you for indulging me. :D ILY

Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F! Reader (Little Sparrow) x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: 18 + Only (Language, domesticity, oral F! receiving, mentions of sexy times)

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Lemon Tarts

You stood across from the three little girls, their hands on their hips, just like their father. “Obella, Dorea, Loreza,” you stern your expression, “which of you did it?”

“What do you mean, Mama?” Dorea asks with a grin; oh, the sly viper had taught his daughters well. Ellaria giggles behind, and you turn to stick your tongue out at her. “Mommy, is she well?”

“Your Mama is quite well, my love, but she wants to know which of you naughty girls took the lemon tarts from the kitchen?” They look conspiratorially between each other, and you bite your lip to stop the smile that threatens to show. “Come now,” she demands, “Which one of you did it?”

“It’s a secret,” Loreza whispers giggling, and you drop to your knees, seeing the weak link in the chain with the youngest.

“What’s the secret, my sweet Dove?” You twirl her dark curls behind her ear, and she leans into your hold, reaching out to hug you.

“Papa, said we couldn’t tell,” she whispers in your ear, and the smile breaks out across your face. “We caught him in the kitchen eating the tarts, and he shared one with us. He made us promise not to tell.” You giggle and hold her tighter to your chest, standing with her in your arms, her legs wrapping around you like a monkey.

“Loreza! Papa told us not to tell!” Obella scolds, and you look over at Ellaria with a grin.

“It seems like Papa has been getting into my sweets; what shall we do to him? I think he will need to be punished for getting into things he shouldn’t be.” You let Loreza down with a kiss on her head, and Ellaria giggles and winks at you.

“Yes, I think a punishment is in order; why don’t you go find him? He is in the training yards with the girls.” You nod and go over to grab your shawl and wrap it around your shoulders, the rain outside sending a slight chill through the palace. Obella holds your dress and pulls you down to her level, “what’s wrong, my darling?”

“Please, don’t tell Papa we said anything. We don’t want him to be angry with us,” her tiny voice shakes and she looks close to tears.

You wrap her in a big hug, “Don’t worry, my darling, your secret is safe with me.” She nods, hugging your neck tighter, which you eagerly return. Each day the girls get older, and one day, they won’t want hugs and cuddles; you must take advantage of it as long as you can. You let go and rise, leaning down to kiss Ellaria gently, smiling when she takes your bottom lip between her teeth and pulls.

“Make him pay Little Sparrow, he must know how angry you are with him. Don’t let him persuade you away with his flowery words and gentle touch.” You give her another quick kiss and a smile walking over to the training fields.

You follow the sounds of grunts and groans, watching from the upper deck at the fighters below. Nym and Obara spar in the center a deadly and delicate dance of quick footwork and fists. “Dive Nym!” Oberyn shouts from the corner, “you must be ready to anticipate her every move. Don’t let the fact that she is your sister distract you from your goal.”

Nym watches Obara closely as she circles her like a predator viewing its prey. “Now,” Oberyn coaches, “strike!” You hold your breath as Nym gets a grip on her sister and swings her to the ground, her hands coming out to brace on either side of her head, wrists pinned down. “GOOD! Well done!” he claps his hands together and walks over to the table to drink a sip of wine and pops a few berries into his mouth.

You clap your hands together, and all three pairs of eyes slowly look up to watch you leaning over the railing. “Well done, girls! You have become such fearsome warriors; you bring such glory to your family, my loves.” They smile at you and mumble, “Thank you, mama”, under their breath, both shy with the praise.

“What about me, Little Sparrow?” Oberyn shouts up at you with a smile, “no compliments for the one who trains them? You glare down at him, and his smile drops, a worried expression growing on his face.

“You are in trouble, Oberyn Martell,” he freezes, his eyes widening; you only used his name when you were cross with him. “I know your secret, and I am here to make you pay.”

“And what pray tell, is this indiscretion I’ve committed, my love?” The girls look between the two of you and quickly realize this is something they don’t want to miss. It takes everything you have not to giggle when they walk over to the table and grab a glass of wine and watch between the two of you like a drama at the theater.

“It would seem that the lemon tarts I’ve spent hours baking are all gone. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” To his credit, he does look concerned for a moment before he slips on that charming smile, the one you can’t possibly resist.

He gives a nervous chuckle and rubs the back of his head, “I wouldn’t know anything about that Little Sparrow; maybe some snakes got into the kitchen and took off with your treats. Come down here, and we can talk about it further.” He flicks his wrist down to the spot in front of him, and you scoff.

“You’ll have to make me.”

“Oh, is that so?” You nod, and he sighs, removing his outer coat and leaving him shirtless; the golden chain around his neck glistens, his sun-kissed skin making you weak. The girls quickly stand, taking their cups and leave out the side door. “If you won’t come to me, then I guess I will need to come to you.” He walks over to the large column and begins to scale the wall, hands intertwined in the wild ivy growing around the stone.

“Are you out of your mind?!” you step closer to the column, reaching a hand out for him.

He stops before your outstretched hand and puts a hand to his chest with a dramatic sigh, “my Little Sparrow, love of my life, please forgive me for eating your delicious lemon tarts. They were positively perfect; I couldn’t resist.”

You put your hands on your hips knowing precisely what he’s doing. “Are you doing something rather dangerous so that I won’t be cross with you anymore?” He grins, and you scoff, “you’re insane; I should have married the baker’s son. Then I could have had lemon tarts, and a sane man warm my bed every night!” You yelp as he swings a leg over the banister and turn, running down the hall, Oberyn hot on your heels.

You turn the corner and barrel past servents who giggle as you make your way back in the direction of Ellaria and the girls. The youngest giggle when you scream around the corner, coming to stand behind Ellaria. Oberyn grasps the table and fakes left and right, trying to anticipate your every move. “Papa!” Loreza shouts, watching, “what are you doing?”

He laughs, reaching for you as you move out from behind Ellaria and try to sneak past him. “It doesn’t seem like your quest has been successful, Sparrow,” Ellaria teases, looking up at you from her book. “It seems like our Prince has the upper hand right now.” You try to run past him, but he grabs you with a shriek and tosses you over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry little ones, but Mama thought it was a good idea to tease Papa.” You hit his back, and he slaps your ass.

“What did Mama tease you about?” Ellaria smiles behind the hand covering her mouth, and you try to look around him to flip her the bird.

“She said she wished she’d married someone else besides Papa. Can you believe that, my little Princesses?” You can’t see the girls, but their shrieks of laughter make you smile.

“That’s silly!” Dorea jumps up and down, “Papa is the best man there is!”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “thank you, Princess Dorea, now Papa has to go and remind Mama why she married him, and not,” his voice drops an octave, “some baker’s son.” He turns and you lift your head, reaching a hand out to Ellaria, who shakes her head with a laugh.

“See you later, my love,” she shouts with a wave, the little girls waving goodbye as they jump around and giggle.

There is not much dignity when you’re carried over your lover’s shoulder to be punished, and you try to avoid eye contact with everyone you pass—sighing in relief when the doors to your chamber close behind him, yelping as he tosses you on the bed. Oberyn stands above you, still shirtless, still handsome, but with a darkened glint in his eyes.

He reaches out for you and quickly undresses you, peering down at you with a hunger that no lemon tart would satisfy. He spreads your legs, his big hands sliding up your thighs. “What was it you said, Little Sparrow?” your breath catches as he settles himself before your juicy cunt, “you should have married the baker’s son, so you could have all the lemon tarts you wanted an a-” he draws one thick finger through your folds. “-a sane man warm your bed? Let me remind you what that baker’s son could not do for you, my love.”

He spends the next several hours reminding you why you chose to be with him over all others. His devotion to your body is unmatched as he makes you cum with his tongue, fingers, cock, and all over your chambers. There’s a pleasant ache between your legs, and the perspiration glows on your skin. The moonlight streams through the open window. Oberyn’s weight is comfortable as his arm is slung across your waist, lips kissing a trail down your shoulder and back up to your ear. “I think we broke our record,” he teases, sucking your ear lobe into his warm mouth.

You turn and smile, giving him a languid kiss, “yes, you seemed to be quite motivated.”

“Can you blame me?” he kisses the end of your nose, “you told me you wished to marry another. You’re mine; I needed to prove it.” You giggle and kiss him again, both of you turning when the door swings open. Ellaria walks inside, and you are struck with how gorgeous she is, her breasts spilling over the edges of her dress like a delicious wrapped present.

“I have a gift for you,” she smiles, presenting a plate from behind her back, a single lemon tart in the center. “The girls and I have been working for hours, trying to get it just right.”

You clap your hands, not caring that the sheet slips down your body as you coo in delight. “I can’t wait to taste it!” She grins and hands you the dish, your mouth watering as she strips out of her clothes and pulls the sheet away. Her necklace and bracelets click as she spreads your legs and settles between them, Oberyn reaching a hand out to palm your breast. You take a bite of the tart and moan at the perfect combination of tart and sweet, but the moans quickly turn to something else as Ellaria licks your pussy.

“Wh-what are you d-doing?” you stutter the crumbs from the tart sprinkling down your chest, Oberyn eagerly surging forward to lick and suck them from your skin.

“Our Prince got to remind you why you chose him, but I wanted to make sure you truly know what you would be missing if you married that Baker’s son. See, I even made you lemon tarts,” she smiles before resuming her kitten licks on your clit, her nails trailing over your hips.

And fuck, do you never forget.

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absoluteindulgence · 3 years

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Paradise (BNHA POC!CUTIES COLLAB)

Happy Black History, Honeys!!! I’ve spent the last 12 hours working on this and I’m still unsure of the finished product, please if you like what read don’t be shy to comment (or if you didn’t DM me, constructive criticism. I haven’t written a story in a while so have mercy lol) Characters are Aged Up🆙 but it’s fluff? I tried my hand at Ludus but can’t say I executed it right lol. Thanks in advance to everyone that reads it! I’m gonna go pass out now, respectfully.

The time you spent together always resorted to some kind of new fun. Always smiles and laughter, learning something new about each other. You didn't spend a lot of time together during your days of being highschool kids, but after some time apart and rekindling something most may call "Puppy Love," you've been finding more reasons to get out of bed.

Kirishima was strong and kind-hearted when you knew him back at U.A., Giving off the proper sentiment that would make you believe in yourself. It's kind of embarrassing how hooked you were to each other's personality, painstakingly apparent to your other classmates wishing for you two to just date but never doing so. Resulting in the classic 'Will They, Won't They' trope annoying everyone; Only to continue like that in your young adult years. Pushing your childlike fun on each other, date after date.

You woke up early, just to get a sense of the mid-winter weather. Still wearing your pajamas, you opened the window near your bed; the brisk air immediately greeted your room with little atonement to your mildly groggy body. You shivered right away, knowing that even though the sun was high in the sky, the wind would be unforgiving until the afternoon. Promptly doing your beauty routine, you dressed warmly and threw your hair under a cute beanie Kirishima had bought you for Christmas. Eager to meet at the station with your Red-haired date. It would be the first date you would've had in weeks, and ironically enough, on Valentines' Day.

As you reached the meetup station, he was already there, fifteen minutes earlier than when you two were supposed to meet. This was typical for him, and many times you had tried to beat him to the punch, but he was always one step ahead. As you got closer, he raised his head from staring at his phone screen, reciprocating the smile plastered on your face as you hugged him.

"Hey, Little Miss Cozy, you look great!" His sharky grin made your heart pulse.

"Aw, thank you, you don't look bad yourself, Kiri" You glanced at his outfit; he looked so stylish! His PR team has really helped him with his image since he graduated, and now he looks like he belongs in a sophisticated J-pop group. "I'm so glad we're hanging out today!"

"Yeah, me too. Too much work and not enough play are bad for the body!" He dramatically sighed as you playfully pursed your lips in agreeance, and in return, he held your hand through your winter knitted mittens, "Plus, I missed my partner in crime."

Your face heated up from the sweet confession just to retort with, "I feel the same way, Handsome."

His raspy chuckle coming right after as he casually brushed his red hair back with his fingers. Kirishima had promised to make it the best day you could ever have on the holiday. Planning something you didn't even expect; an indoor Ice Skating rink. It would be your first time engaging in the sport, and you were anxious. Unsure about your own elegance and precision to be the best on ice. But he reassured that it would be a fun experience nonetheless, and you believed it would.

"Don't worry, Cutie, if at any point you think you're gonna fall, just hold me tighter." With his graciously, flirtatious wink, you were blushing, with a demure grin.

After traveling to the venue, Kirishima greeted the clerk who would be taking your admission tickets. Right after, you two went to the counter where you get sized up for the Ice Skates. After getting them, you were slightly frantic on how to tie them, bewildered by the laces and hooks. Kirishima saw how confused you were, lightly chuckling at your frantic fingers working so hard to figure it out on your own.

"Hey, don't stress yourself out before you get on the ice, let me help.'' He squatted close to your feet just to help settle your feet into the rented skates. They were a perfect fit, and as he helped, he looked up to beam at you. "You know I feel like the Prince of your story, ready to whisk you away after knowing that the shoe fits you so perfectly."

How smooth, you thought to yourself. Physically flustered and speechless, you had no cheeky rebuttal. Which only made the buff redhead break out into laughter. So many times, did his bold flirts silence you and make your heart flutter. But it was one of your favorite traits that he had. After getting your shoes on, you held his hand the whole way to the rink, continually repeating, "Don't let me fall, okay?"

"Of course, My Princess" He nodded kindly, taking on his role of 'Prince' too seriously. Bringing you to almost trip as you tried to hide your face. "Hey, at least wait till we get on the ice."

Another carefree chuckle leaving his toned body, making you happy to enjoy this experience with him. Getting to the rink may have been a battle, but now you were finally getting onto the ice, working your legs slowly to steady under the frozen ice. Not wanting to move too fast and create an inconvenience for anyone enjoying the rink. Gradually, you took a breath, calming down, as you held Kirishima's hand tighter. He smiled so warmly the whole time you focused on getting comfortable on the ice. The patience he carried just to keep you feeling safe and secure made its way into your heart, knowing that there was no malice energy.

"Are you ready, Princess?" Finally finding your footing, you nod. "Okay, then I'll teach you the basics."

His skating directions are so thorough and straightforward that you're able to follow them and feel like you can execute each move flawlessly. He politely assists you with your stances, placing his big, callous hands onto your waist gently just to help you find the proper posture to keep you from falling. It's fun learning how to do it, but now you're eager to start, and Kirishima can tell.

"Okay, Princess, that's all I have to share. Let's have some fun!" He holds your hand firmly as you slowly glide around the skating rink, feeling your legs space out naturally to create the best gliding and position one leg in front of the other. "See, you know what you're doing!"

Your childlike smile shoots Kirishima straight in the heart as you make the first steps to skating like a pro. He knew you were a fast learner and always admired that. Your persistence to learn something new was fascinating to him. You would start off anxiously and felt as if you didn't know what you were doing. But once you had the chance to shine, you left no skill invalidated.

"Hey Kiri, you think we can go a little faster? I wanna get some more momentum and see if we can do a trick!"

"W-what, you sure you want to try that on your first time at a skating rink? Certain moves require being a professional figure skater… Which we aren’t."

"You have a point, but we should still try anyway," You smile with reassurance, "We didn't graduate from U.A. not to be durable in various conditions!"

You raise your other arm showing off the muscle you gained from being a student at the number one school. Kirishima looked a little bewildered, thinking that your ideology doesn't equate to ice skating whatsoever, but he agreed that you weren't wrong. U.A. definitely had their trials, and you were put through many of them as a first-year.

"I mean, just look at that couple; they're so graceful, and I think we can do that!"

You pointed to a couple of what looked like professional ice skaters making a move you had never seen before. Your eyes sparkled as their chemistry was unmatched by everyone else in the rink. They spun so gently and romantically that you felt like you had to try to do something just as beautiful as that. Kirishima took a couple of Ice skating lessons on the side only to gain more flexibility and agility to become a better defense hero during his agency apprenticeship. It worked well, and he learned many things that he didn't expect to use in his daily life.

Looking at the skilled ice skaters, he felt like that could be him and you, and so he looked back into your eyes, reciprocating your glittery gaze. With a pure and toothy grin, he said, "Okay, let's give it a try."

Excited by his answer, you almost jumped for joy, forgetting where you were, and almost slipped and tumbled into the Red-haired hero. You laughed off the blunder, and you both kept trying to reach the speed it would take to get into any ice move. Having the fundamentals of chemistry be explained had made you even more pumped. Learning the basics of a spin and how to get the most out of sticking your leg out and balance. Kirishima praised you every time you got further into the rotation. You felt good knowing that you were trying and learning something different, respecting the art of figure skating.

Surprised that you were doing so well, you lost focus for a second and accidentally bump into Kirishima, resulting in him falling to the ice-cold floor. Horrified that he's injured, you kneel close to him to inspect, but instead, he laughs, looking at your worried face.

"I'm okay, Princess; this isn't my first time falling on the ice."

"Are you sure? I mean, it looked like you fell kinda har-"

To avoid a freakout and reassure you, he stole a kiss from your lips, lasting more than three seconds as you didn't want it to stop, but he pulls away with a light chuckle, "This floor is cold as hell, though."

"I-I'm sorry," You slightly pout, not knowing what else to say.

"But hey, I'm here with the hottest girl, so this makes up for everything."

Your goofiest smile was starting to form as you reached out to help him up. "Okay, Mr. Flirt, you got me there."

His laugh was highly pleasing to your ears, and you laughed with him. As he stood up, he patted himself down and checked his skates, making sure everything felt the way it did before the fall. After the check, he wanted to leave the rink, it made you anxious, thinking that something else was wrong with him, but he laughed again, "I know you wanted to try a pro move today, but I actually have something else planned."

"Something else?" You tilted your head to the side, confused as to what he could be mentioning.

"Yeah, but it's a surprise, so I'm not gonna say anything until we get there." His shark-like grin came back, making you grin in return.

"Okay, but can I have a hint?" You imitated puppy dog eyes but couldn't keep your face straight, laughing at your own face.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it" He smiled. "Maybe when we're closer, but let's return these skates and go."

And with that, you returned the skates getting your cute and comfortable platform sneakers back. You had even forgotten what shoes you wore since you were in the rink skating for a long time, Feeling like you had sweat enough from the body-induced activity. You were excited to figure out where you might be going. You tried your best to make guesses as you rode the bus to get there and passed by each stop. Still not able to put the finger on where you might be going.

"Here's your hint, Princess," You turn from looking out the window to look back at him. "It's as sweet as you."

Even with such a cute but corny remark, you still didn't have a clue. But you were getting off at the next stop. No dots connected as Kirishima grabbed your hand, guiding you off the bus with him. He smiled the whole way, eager to see your expression on the date's secondary location. The walk may have lasted for five minutes until he stopped, turning to look at you, "We're here."

The building looked a little shabby but still had a colorful banner saying 'Welcome.' A little creeped out, you wondered what was being welcomed. Ghosts maybe? Not humans, maybe clowns, though. You were reluctant to step further, but you looked into Kirishima's eyes, and his expression looked pure and unaltered by the outer appearance of the building. You feigned a light smile, unsure what to expect inside the establishment but prepared for what's to come.

Intertwining your hands, your date tightened the grip, caressing your hand. As if doing his best to comfort you as you walked closer to the entrance, his toothy grin never leaving. As he opened the door for you, you entered the building, the floor looking just as bland as the outside, but you had to be admitted in to get to the specific base, and as you got to your final destination, Kirishima let you walk in first to scope out the scene.

In an instant, you're blinded by beautifully bright colors, pleasingly happy music that didn't sound creepy and candy-like decor from wall-to-wall. Shocked by what you're seeing, candy hung from the ceiling while numerous candy stations were on the floor. Your eyes became huge, looking at what could only be considered a candy paradise. Kirishima stood next to you, nodding at the beauty of the atmosphere filled with gleefulness and sweets all over.

"Well, Princess, welcome to Sugar Sanctuary."

He presented the place so nonchalantly, and yet his energy about the place said otherwise. Your jaw had dropped, not even knowing a place like this had existed. Your eyes couldn't even focus on what was in front of you; you just wanted to explore the floor and eat as much candy as possible.

"We burned so many calories skating, I think we should reward ourselves. I remembered out of the blue that you used to have a sweet tooth, and I wanted to see if that still holds true now."

You turned to hug him tightly, almost jumping into his arms. His eyes widened as you held him, " Of course that's still true! Let's leave here with a dump truck worth of sweets!"

His chuckle reverberated through his body and onto yours as you held him; without protest, he nodded. "Let's do it!"

And with that, you venture into the venue, reading fun facts about the candy, playing the video games that gave out real prizes. Kirishima had a point to prove, his goal was to win you whatever you wanted, and he did it so well, surprising you at his gamer abilities. And his claw skills were something to see too! You never thought you would have this much fun on a date, and yet, here you were having the time of your life with the man who was your highschool sweetheart.

Although your relationships would continue to confuse your friends, you always looked at the bigger picture to smile and have fun. Avoiding all the complicated politics of your connection, taken at your own pace, and not listen to others' opinions as you enjoyed Kirishima's company and vice versa.

You spent every moment tasting different sweets and fresh pastries from the floor that you almost forgot to take photos of the unique location. You spotted a photo booth, and with no hesitation, You lightly tugged your redheaded date to follow along. The booth itself was spacious when inside and looked like it had enough room to fit half a dozen people. But because there was so much space, you tried to create a wonderland of candy surrounding you, bringing you closer to your date.

Kirishima happily obliged to set up what seemed to take a while but eventually, ready to pose for the flix. Unironically, you two looked gorgeous, making quirky faces as the camera flashed, focusing in on the memory. However, the moment was just perfect enough to steal a kiss from him and to thank him for all that he’s done to help you celebrate a holiday that you usually overlook. After caressing your lips onto his, you say, “You know what, Kiri, you truly delivered. And I want you to know that I appreciate you.”

He goes in for another kiss, just to rest his forehead on top of yours, “No, thank you, I’m happy to rescue my Princess from a boring any time of the year.”

With a couple more photos taken in the booth, you leave heading to their lounge area to share a complimentary cake with a candle to grant a special wish together, hoping to have endless moments and to keep smiling together.

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Princess 3

Reluctantly you follow the Ash blonde. He could prove useful what with his dragon and quick reflexes. He must also have a use for you.

Considering he's already saved you once.

You follow through a sandy field lush with small grass, that grows thicker the more you walk.

You can still hear the ocean's call, the smell of salt air, your body tingles from the amount of moisture in the air.

You could be even more deadly here. A cat smile forms on your lips only to be replaced by a wince.

Blood red eyes flicker to you, stopping to allow you to catch up, a muscled arm slips around your waist.

"I can walk!" You protest but he hushs you with a hiss.

"I'm not carrying you now am I Princess?"

"Stop. Calling. Me. That." You bite out each word and he just gives a nasty smirk, leaning in close.

"Is that not your title *Princess?*" A feral growl.

You pause for a moment because if you hadn't...well whose to say that King Bakugou Katsuki of the Bad Lands wouldn't be dead right now?

You begin to wonder just how far away the city is and if your bleeding calf really can handle another step until you see the outskirts of a peculiar city.

Your eyes rove over the vast amount of movable homes, your eyes widen at their beautifully tanned canvas, the sides covered in paintings.

Paintings of the royal family, the former queen already has her radiant halo, you watch as a few artists carefully paint it around his father.

Your eyes find his face but it does not falter. He marches on, hand squeezing your ribs when you slow to take in the scenery.

"Quick fucking gawking." He whispers in your ear, "The more they stare the more danger you'll be in."

Danger, no one was even looking at you.

Or you were so absorbed in this movable city that you failed to notice that every pair of eyes *was* on you.

You return the questionable glares with an intensity unmatched. Most look away but some do not. You snort having half a mind to make their eyes explode in their heads for such disrespect.

Considering you've done more for less but you can respect the gall.

Most of the citizens wore a variety of outfits but all had a common theme. Mobility should a fight break out. You smile at the thought, even the women wore pants to move easily in, all of them draped in blacks, deep blood reds, golds and greys. Some had weapons that shined in the fading daylight while others had theirs brandished always.

Flexing their weapons as they moved paint, canvas, traded money for goods.

Katsuki brought you through a large chaotic market with yelling and haggling. Some shop keepers even showing off their quirks to customers who solicited too long with out buying. It all stops for a moment to give a curt nod to the king before it resumes. Cats chase miniature dragons through the alleys of the stalls, children laugh loudly as they play. Your eyes take in the culture hungrily, greedily as they've only ever seen other cultures after war.

Alter, diluted, destroyed.

He pushes you faster though they all have some sort of offering as he passes by, all of which he ignores.

"Ahem, your majesty." The man at the last stall clears his throat. Dark eyes cut to the older man with malice as he stops. His wrinkled hands hold out a set of folded clothes. Black with a collar of white fur.

At first you think them for Bakugo, it's the same white fur he has on his vest and no other garment in the whole open market had a hint of any sort of animal skin aside from decorative scales.

His merlot eyes narrow, focusing on the set of clothing.

"I may be speaking out of turn your expolisve greatness but I do believe the future queen will need a fresh set of clothes, considering hers are torn and that of the enemy." He smiles, urging them closer.

You laugh aloud.

"You must be getting senile in your old age but know that I will be *no one's* bride." You say so sharply that the whole market grows quiet. Straining their ears to listen, Bakugo keeps his eyes fixed upon the graying man who's smile only widens.

"Ah almost verbatim of my dream. This woman knows no fear, sire, you've seen that today haven't you? A fiery Queen for a fiery King. You two will always have passion for one another. If you remember my wife blessed every stitch of your vest, for luck, prosperity, fortune. Fortune to find a strong woman worthy of our people." He places the garment down on the left hand corner in a golden outlined box, the same that every other stand has, "Just as your vest these are blessed too. Luck, fortune, fertility and strength. "

Still the King does not speak and still you cannot fathom this older man's audacity.

To bless a garment for fertility, you seethe and just as you're about to rip him to shreds, whether it be from your tongue or your hands, the King let's out a low growl.

"I accept your offering." He bites out, grabbing onto the clothes. The older man bows deeply.

"An honor." He replys as your dragged from the market.

What the fuck?

You pull away from his grip, careful to keep your weight off of your now bad leg.

"What the hell was that?" You snarl, sure to still be heard in the market as you hear an elderly man laugh.

"There are somethings you do not understand about my people and my culture." A hiss close to your face, he inspects it for a moment and you feel light headed. He grabs onto your wrist tightly, tugging you up a small hill to the only white home, what you later find out is called a yurt, in the whole encampment.

"I swear to Kami himfuckingself if you are not in my home Ashido with the fucking captive doctor I'll hang you for all to see." He snarls, pulling harshly on the canvas revealing two women sitting atop low chairs. If one of them is captive you cannot tell which as your eyes study the women, they both have relaxed dementors. Both with creamy, healthy skin, one white and the other a peony pink.

The thought of women in his home pulls at your gut stupidly before you bite your mostly split lip.

"Oh!" They seem to say in unison, bowing before the king.

The yurt is circular but all can be seen from the entrance. Rich wood expands across the floor covered in various furs, pillows and low sitting furniture and chairs. Centered in the back is a bed atop a platform looking plush as it is also draped in cotton blankets and furs.

Sleep pulls at your muscles but you fight it. Sitting when guided to a dark wood chair with blood red upholstery.

Good thing as you're losing a hefty amount again. It drips fat drops onto the fabric and floor. The woman with white skin and dark hair inspects you, trying and failing to keep the horror off of her face as she looks at your own.

She prepares and cleans quickly taking no time to start the process of stitching.

"So when did you become king?" Because talking to this asshole was more bearable then feeling a needle pierce your already throbbing, screaming skin.

"Shhh." The woman hushs, "You need to keep your face still."

You roll your eyes before watching the now brooding King. He walks past the wooden tub to your left all the way to a low cabinet where he produces a dark liquid.

You'd kill for a drink as you watch him take a long swig.

"Ow what the? No dont! FUCK!" But it's too late, pink fingers are already half digit deep in your open wound before you grip onto her wrist tightly enough that her bones groan, "His arrows embed themselves deeper if the victim doesn't remove it themselves."

Fear grips her features, as she pulls on her arm, hard enough you hear her shoulder pop before you let her go. Anger fuels your fluid movements as you call upon your power. Moving your own blood to push itself from the wound. The crimson arrow head stains the grains of wood and the ash blonde's eyes narrow.

"Please be still!" The doctor urges, stating her work again.

"Better listen Princess or I'll ask her to sew your mouth shut." An idle threat that boils your blood, "I'll offer you a different story instead. One that I heard at dinner not too long ago."

You cannot protest and he goes on.

"I heard that the High Queen has more than just a calming quirk." He pulls up a chair and sits just in your sight line. You sigh out angrily at the idea of hearing this theory again except coming from the mouth if the worlds biggest ass.

"I heard she can manipulate feelings as well. Otherwise how else would a hand maid marry the only male heir to the kingdom?"

"Do not slander her." Your eyes narrow to slits as they meet those of a predator.

"Quiet." The raven haired woman hisses.

"Snap at me once more and you will not have such pretty hands to sew with, or such shining eyes to see with." You keep her gaze as she shrinks back from you

Time passes slowly as your vision clouds, Bakugo no longer taunting you with rumors. The pink skinned woman packs your arrow wound as the light skinned woman spreads ointment on your burning cheek and lip.

Even after all of this poking and prodding you would do it again.

"You may take your leave." He stands rushing them out of his tent before stretching.

"My chambers are where?" It hurts to speak more so than before and he can tell. He smirks at your pain expression that only sours.

"Well. You're looking at it."

"Then you're dismissed." You say pulling at the tight gown, when you spy him still there you growl.

"Oh no princess. This my room that I am sharing." A heated glare, "Keep your friends close and enemies closer they say."

"Fine." You say letting the shredded fabric fall to the floor and removing your underwear.

You stand nude and proud in front of a staring King.

You see a hint of blush in his scowl.

"What are you doing?" A bark.

"I always sleep nude." You shrug your shoulders before sliding into the cool covers. You moan from the comfort.

"Tch." You hear fabric hit the floor before weight is beside you, "Good thing because I do too. Sleep tight Princess. Know that it is an honor to share a bed with me."

"A dishonor is more like it. Considering you reacted to my body as if you've never seen a bare woman before." You snort snuggling deeper. You feel the heat from his skin as he nears closer and you must fight yourself from leaning into the touch. His lips barely touch your ear as he growls.

"None such as repulsive as you."

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A Cold Awakening: 25/25

Summary: Modern crime AU. Twenty years have gone by since Storybrooke was shaken to the core by a gruesome crime that went unsolved. Sheriff David Nolan and his partner, daughter Emma are forced to revisit the crime. At the same time, Killian Jones and his older brother Liam have been drawn back to the town they had longed to never see again, struggling to find their own answers. As taunting notes and clues show up they are taken on a journey to finally bring justice for the Jones family. And Emma Nolan finds herself caught in a situation more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.

Notes: Well here it is, the final chapter. I can't believe it's coming to an end, this story has been my baby for the past two years until I finally worked up the courage to put it on here. I am forever grateful for the kind and supportive responses that I have had on this story, makes it a bit easier to put my work out there. Feel free to leave comments or messages or whatever. I love hearing from people, even if it is the end. Thanks so much for taking the time to read!!!! I hope to have something in the works again in January after a bit of a break. Stay tuned for that if you're interested!

Forever appreciative of all the support. Happy holidays to everyone, hope they're filled with lots of love!

Banner art done by the lovely @shady-swan-jones

The whole story can be found on AO3 and ffnet !!!

Disclaimer: All rights to OUAT

Rating: M

Word Count: ~11,000

One Year Later: October, 2018

Six months had gone by since Emma had given birth to a seven pound, four ounce, beautiful baby girl. One that now slept in her arms as Emma rocked back and forth in the same chair she had held Henry in fourteen years ago. Dragged out of storage for their new house, it was one of the few things Emma kept from when Henry was a baby. The blue floral rocking chair now belonged in his little sister’s room.

Anna Faith Jones.

Anna because it was a simple, classic name Killian and Emma had both agreed on (and the closest Emma would get to letting Killian name the baby after her… having 2 Emma’s in the house was just out of the question). Then, Faith because it was the Latin meaning of the name Moira.

Princess, the dog, was at Emma’s feet. She slept in the baby’s room as well, normally under the crib. As much as the dog had initially belonged to Killian, it was clear she had an unmatched loyalty to both Henry and Anna. Going back and forth between their bedrooms at night, watching as Henry caught the school bus each day, standing under Emma at the sink when she bathed Anna as if to catch the baby if she fell.

“Love, why don’t you let her rest in the crib for a while.” Emma looked up to see Killian in the doorway of the baby’s room. The light was dim, a faint yellow glow from the lamp on the table next to where Emma sat. Even still Killian’s face looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes growing to be a deep purple. The normal stubble on his face a full beard now.

Whoever said building a new house while pregnant was a good idea, was actually insane (she had, it was entirely her idea). The whole process had been far more work than anything she or Killian had ever tackled in their lives.

Choosing a kitchen backsplash between ultrasounds.

Rushing to meet the contractor for an emergency lighting decision after the baby shower.

Prioritizing the nursery to be finished before any other part of the house.

Moving herself, Killian, Henry, the baby, and the dog into a brand new home a month after giving birth.

However, it was all worth it the second Emma stepped into her new home. Their new home. The sprawling blue victorian, with the giant front porch and turret, the structure facing the ocean so they had a view of the beach every day. All of the things they had talked about the day they had come here for the first time. When it was nothing more than a grass field. Every faucet, every piece of furniture, every doorway, was there because of Emma and Killian. Making the exhausting process worth it when Emma was able to walk through the front door and into their vision. The deep brown wood floors, with large area rugs so the baby could crawl on a soft surface. The marble kitchen, with white cabinets and a breakfast nook. The cozy living room that was now littered with toys and blankets and baby gates. The bedroom she and Killian shared, though most nights they found themselves falling asleep in Anna’s room. Their child hardly slept, rarely cried but wouldn’t sleep. She was always awake. So when she did sleep, Emma or Killian took full advantage and passed out on the nearest pillow.

“I just don’t want to disturb her,” Emma whispered to Killian, and he smiled, walking over to where Emma rocked. He sat down on the ottoman in front of the chair, Emma noticing up close that his gray Oxford t-shirt was on inside out.

“Why don’t you let me take over, and you can get ready for tomorrow,” he suggested after pressing a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

Tomorrow. Emma’s first day doing field work. In her first few months working there, Emma had laid low. The buzz from the trial and the Jones case still fresh, she needed to be on the back burner for a while. Then after the baby, Elsa had been kind enough to let Emma do office paperwork when she had returned. Knowing that her job of chasing down criminals wasn’t your normal 9 to 5, and that Emma wanted at least some stability during the early months of having a newborn. It wasn’t like this when Emma had Henry, she had no choice, she was 19 years old, she had to work whatever job she had. But now she was older, and had enough money saved that she could take more time…

Killian noticed Emma hesitate, slowly she handed the baby to him. As per usual he held Anna with the utmost of care before setting the sleeping child in her crib.

“Come now, love,” Killian said taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. “By my calculations we have a full forty five minutes before she wakes up again.”

Emma followed him out of the room, their bodies tired from sleep deprivation so they moved a bit slower these days. Killian had returned to work almost immediately after the baby was born. Being that he could make his own schedule, his job wasn’t as risky as Emma’s, and he also wasn’t breastfeeding. A task she had given up about one month in to Anna’s life, switching to formula. Nevertheless Killian was highly involved as a parent, despite his work in therapy he was still terrified that somehow he would wake up one day and turn into his father.

“I know you’re nervous about returning to work…” He still held her hand, leading Emma to the master bathroom off of their bedroom. A gorgeous, spa-like place that had been mostly neglected for their first few months in the house. There wasn’t much time to utilize the jacuzzi tub when there was hardly five minutes to shower. “But everything here will be taken care of…”

His hands on her shoulder led her to the part of the room with the tub. A white, porcelain masterpiece that, at the moment was surrounded by soft pink flowers and candles.

“Killian…” she stammered, completely floored by how beautiful their bathroom looked. As of late the tub had become a dumping ground for dirty clothes and towels. “When did you…?”

“While you were with the little one, I figured you could use a bit of time,” he whispered in her ear. “The baby monitor is right there, so we will hear the second she makes a peep, love.”

Emma spun in his arms, looking up at his tired, smiling face. She reached up and caressed his cheek, still feeling the spark that burned beneath her touch to him. Even sleep deprived, hair a knotty mess, sweatpants, and absolutely no makeup Emma found herself yearning for him.

“We should get in, the water will run cold and the baby will be up in about forty one minutes now,” he joked, pulling Emma’s hair from the bun on top of her head. It fell in curls down her back as she stripped in front of him. She was well aware her body was no longer what it was before the baby. Her breasts swollen and heavy, her legs untoned, her stomach with faint stretch marks. As of one week ago she had gone back to running, on day’s when Killian worked from home and could watch Anna while she went.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he said once he had removed his clothes as well. Killian took slow, measured steps toward her, his arms snaking around her effortlessly. “Yesterday, today, every day.”

Emma felt her cheeks redden. Despite the fact that they had been given the greenlight to have sex again months ago, she was different now. When they had met, she had been a mother on her own for years. Killian and Henry got along very well, luckily. But now they had a child together as well.

“I love you,” Emma said leaning in to kiss him. Their lips melted together, getting carried away in a kiss that could only be described as heated. Killian, without missing a beat, lifted Emma and wrapped her legs around his waist. She let out a giggle at the surprise. Then gently he lowered them together in the warm waters of the bathtub.

Emma straddled him in the water, letting the lavender bath bomb create a layer of film on the surface. Her lips pressed against his, and his mouth opened granting her access to his tongue. They played with each other for a while. Their hands exploring one another, whispering each other’s names, messing around like two teenagers in the back of a car. Her hands slowly gravitated toward his now hardened length that rested between them.

“Emma, darling, if you don’t slow down…” he breathed between kisses, Emma not really listening. Her hand grabbing on to his length. Her core ached for him, and he was so close. Their damp skin pressed to each other.

“Need you… now….” she begged, her teeth claiming his bottom lip. Without another word he aligned himself to her entrance, surging forward into her where her walls clenched around him.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned once inside of her. “So incredible.”

Emma’s heart raced, he felt just as good. But he needed to move, she needed friction, her arousal making her desperate for him. Hands wrapped around his neck, they began to grind against one another, so roughly that the waters of the tub began to fly out the sides.

“That’s it…” she moaned. “Killian….”

Emma threw her head back, arching her back for a different angle. Killian went deeper, not asking for permission before quickening the pace. Their breath heavy they kept up with each other. Killian’s mouth nipping and biting down her neck to her breasts.

“Mmmm,” a deep humming growl sounded from Killian’s throat. The sound that made Emma even more turned on in almost seconds. “You taste like cinnamon…”

Emma smirked, the feeling of his mouth on her skin it was right. The bite of his teeth, the caress of his lips. He was just the right amount of pleasure and pain. With each thrust of their grinding hips she felt herself climbing higher and higher. As much as she knew they didn’t have the luxury of dragging this out, she wanted so badly to linger in the moments before her climax.

The moment when she and Killian ceased kissing, as they did right now, and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Fall for me, darling,” he whispered, continuing to roll his hips into her. His cock filling her to the brim as she gave way to him. “That’s it, love… take it….”

She did as he said, milking him of all he had in him. Her walls fluttering around him as they crashed down together.

Their breath was heavy in the air. The thick inhale and exhale that could only come from that kind of physical exertion. That had by far been the best round since the baby. Not that it had ever been bad, they certainly knew how to push each other’s buttons at this point. But especially in the first few weeks of their return to sexual encounters, Killian had been so tender with Emma. Scared to push too hard or hurt her in any way. He wouldn’t even touch her breasts until he was sure she wouldn’t be breast feeding anymore.

Emma’s legs still straddled Killian, her body resting on top of his, her ear on his chest listening to his quickened heartbeat.

“What are you so afraid of, my love?” he asked her after their breathing had slowed, his fingers dancing along her back in soothing motions. “I’ve never known you to be an overly cautious person.”

“I don’t want to miss anything with her…”

“You worked when Henry was small,” he offered, his hands a comfort to her vibrating skin.

“I also worked right down the street from where he went to daycare. I could walk to see him every 10 minutes if I wanted.”

He stayed silent, save for the gentle kiss he pressed to the top of her head.

“I don’t exactly work a cubicle job, Killian. I can’t leave a stakeout to go see a dance recital. If anything happens to me…”

“Emma,” Killian’s fingers caught her chin and lifted her head so their eyes met. “You can’t live your life in fear. I know it’s scary, that anything can happen, but that’s true of any job. Life is inherently unpredictable.”

“Why are you being so supportive?” She had wondered this to herself for a while now. Most partners would have absolutely not been okay with the mother of their child chasing down dangerous people.

“Everyone’s different, love. And I feel at this point I know you well enough to see that you want to be back out there.” His hand toyed with the hair that fell along her shoulders. “Any time we watch a cop show your eyes light up.”

Emma blushed again, she knew she was guilty of it. She wasn’t the most open of people, but with Killian, he just knew her. He read her like a book, and with that also knew when to keep an interpretation to himself.

“Returning to work doesn’t make you a bad mother. Just as staying home and caring for your child doesn’t make you any less of a contributing society member. What’s right for everyone is different. But I don’t want you to regret anything. If it turns out your job isn’t what you want anymore, then we figure it out from there but not from a lack of trying.”

“Thank you,” was all Emma said in reply. He was her rock, her support system, just as she was for him. It was a balance.

“Besides… I quite like working from home and spending the day with the little one when I can,” Killian said with his face lit up. Anna wasn’t even a year old and already she had Killian wrapped around her finger. Even before Anna had been born, Killian was highly attentive to Emma’s growing belly. He would say good morning to the kicking stomach before he did anything else. It was evident the two were a lot a like. Killian and Anna. Though their daughter had Emma’s green eyes, she had Killian’s dark hair and his spirit. The two both quiet, stoic types.

“Oh you do? I would have never guessed…” Emma thought back to last week when she had started running again, leaving the baby with Killian’s sister-in-law Laura. She was a stay at home mom and had offered to care for Anna when Killian couldn’t work from home or when Mary Margaret was teaching. But when Emma came home that day, Laura was gone but Killian was there and was carrying Anna from room to room singing her a lullaby.

“She’s perfect,” he said, with the glow only a father referencing his child could have.

“I agree,” Emma smiled back. “But we might be a little biased.”

“Aye, just a bit.”

“But if we keep this up we’re going to end up with ten kids,” Emma said, eyes glancing down to where their centers were still connected.

“And is that such a bad thing?” His eyebrow went up in that suggestive way that it did when he was half kidding, half picturing the actual scenario he was joking about.

As if on cue, the baby began to cry. The sound from the monitor filling the cavernous bathroom with the cries of their daughter. For the most part Anna was a quiet baby, but she did cry to warn them she had woken up.

“I’ll get her, you get ready for your day tomorrow, my love.” Killian pressed a soft kiss to her lips, taking her hands in his before standing to get out of the tub.

“Killian,” Emma said breathily pulling him a bit closer, looking up into his bright blue eyes. “Whether we have one kid or ten… it wouldn’t matter. You are still an incredible father.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly, bending down to kiss her again. Emma knew it was the hardest job in the world for him, being a father, but also the one he cared most about. Inherently he wasn’t an uncertain person, but she could see it in his eyes. Every move with their daughter he second guessed himself.

So when given the opportunity Emma did her best to remind him he was doing an amazing job, and that their daughter was lucky to have him as her dad. Sometimes it was hard to believe how far they had come. There was a point where it felt like the investigation, the media, the drama, the trial would never end. But in time all things have a cycle, and now here they were in their dream house. A new baby asleep in her nursery, Henry in his own room down the hall, it was surreal.

Emma had never thought she could grow old with someone. She pictured herself on her own after she and Neal had ended things. She just didn’t have a spark with anyone, and she wasn’t about to settle. But then Killian had come along and suddenly there was a living, breathing exception to every rule she had blocked herself off with. Though some of the wounds of the past could never fully heal, for both of them, there was so much hope in moving forward. Together.

Four Years Later: September, 2021

This time of year was always hardest on Killian, Emma knew that. But right now as she peaked out the living room window to see the beach not far from their house, the heaviness that the anniversary of Moira and Brennan’s death brought about, seemed to lighten for a little while.

Princess, the dog, jumping in the water, the clouds opening to reveal a blue sky above, waves crashing onto the shore, and seeing Killian play with his three year old daughter in the sand. It was difficult to imagine a time he had ever been alone. It was even harder to imagine Killian without Anna sitting on his shoulders, where she was now, a spot she had claimed as her own the second she was able to sit up.

The day was warm for the beginning of autumn, so Emma had all of the windows open, letting in the fresh air. In with the wind drifted the perfect little laugh Anna had, just about the loudest sound she ever made. Their first daughter’s calm traits as a baby had carried through as she grew to a toddler. Anna had a maturity about her that most 3 year olds didn’t, she rarely cried but still never slept.

Their youngest daughter, Leila Elizabeth Jones, was another matter entirely. The one year old was stretched out on a blanket on the floor of the living room. A mobile of animal shapes swung above the bright, blue eyed child whose traits from Killian began and ended with the eyes. Leila’s little hands hit and grabbed each one of the floating shapes with all the might her tiny body could muster.

“She reminds me so much of you,” Mary Margaret said from the other side of the leather couch. Emma’s parents often came over on Sundays to see their three grandchildren. It was a way to stay involved in each other’s lives despite Emma not working for David anymore. Years ago when she had left Storybrooke Police to be a PI he had been utterly terrified, but in time came around to it.

“You were a crier too,” David chimed in, bringing over a tray of snacks he and Henry had put together. Being that Henry would be off to college next fall, they wanted to have as many family Sundays as possible. “Relentless. You barely slept too. Some nights I had to drive you around in the car for hours just to get you to sleep.”

“Now you see why we only had the one kid,” Mary Margaret joked. “But we have grandkids, who we can spoil all we want.”

Ruby, who also usually came over for Sunday dinner, and who was also Leila’s godmother, picked up the child from the floor. The brunette lifted her godchild into her arms where the baby remained quiet… at least for a few minutes before she would inevitably start grabbing Emma’s best friend’s dangly earrings.

“Luckily Henry was an absolute angel.” Emma remembered how terrified she had been having Henry so young, and then when he was born he was so well behaved and engaging. People in the supermarket used to compliment her on what a well behaved kid she had. Meanwhile last week, Leila had thrown periodic fits throughout their grocery store trip.

“Can’t all be like me.” Henry reached over and tickled his baby sister’s foot until she smiled. For whatever reason the little girl had a soft spot for her older brother, and even though Henry split his time between Neal’s and Emma’s homes he was still invested in the lives of his siblings. He had been an only child for a while, he liked having sisters around. “She’s gonna be a handful when she’s a teenager.”

“Don’t remind me… or Killian. He has a hard enough time dropping Anna off at preschool. I can’t even imagine when the girls start dating.”

“Kind of like you with Henry….” Ruby said. Emma had almost had a heart attack when her son had gone to the junior prom last spring. And that he had taken a date. A girl from his class named Violet who he claimed was just a friend. Yeah. Whatever.

“Hey I was very laid back about the dating thing!” Everyone in the room knew that wasn’t true. Even the one year old Leila probably knew.

To save Emma from having to argue any further about how ‘laid back’ she was as a parent, the front door opened. And she heard the pitter patter of little feet running through the hall to the living room. First she saw the dog, who immediately jumped up on the couch next to Emma. Then came her daughter, dressed in red rainboots and a yellow coat, who was dragging Killian along by two fingers.

“Mommy! Look!” Anna said excitedly, her dark hair wild from the salty air. Wisps of her black locks falling from her pink scrunchie. She opened her hands in front of Emma to reveal a smooth shell. “Daddy’s says it’s a crab!”

“Wow! And he let you bring it in the house?” Emma feigned annoyance, glancing up at Killian. Not that she had any rules about a spotless home; she had a toddler and a baby, the house would be a mess until they were both in college.

“In fairness, I told her to leave it on the porch…” Killian said, taking steps so he was right behind his daughter. Anna came up to his knee in height, but she still had him in the palm of her hand.

“Right.”

“And how’s the little one?” Killian asked, walking over to where Leila was. Almost immediately her arms started going faster, reaching for him. He picked her up and raised her in the air, Leila drooling in delight.

“Rather vocal as per usual,” said David.

“There’s my girl,” Killian kissed his daughter’s blonde curls. Another characteristic she had inherited from Emma. “Need any help with dinner?”

“No, it’s mostly taken care of.” Henry and David had worked to prepare a nice Sunday dinner, as it was the anniversary of Killian’s parents’ death.

“I told Liam and Laura to come over around six.” Emma stood, taking her daughter’s hand.

“Anna honey, why don’t you leave your friend there on the porch and help me and Aunt Ruby set the table?”

“Will he be okay?” asked Anna, ever the conscientious one.

“Yes, he will be fine. We can find a home for him after.”

“Okay,” she looked uncertain, back and forth between Emma and Killian, who both tried to remain serious. But she was just so cute, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to not give her everything she wanted at the moment she wanted it. After a minute or so, Anna took the small crab and put him in an old fishbowl on the porch, leaving her scarf outside next to it ‘in case he got cold’.

Later that evening when they all sat down to eat, gathering around the large circular table in the dining room, Emma found Killian’s hand under the table and squeezed. Not only were they surrounded by family, loved ones, good food and the four walls of their home. But the home was decorated with the paintings his mother had done throughout her life.

A year ago when the Jones mansion was finally torn down, the land sold at auction, Killian only wanted to retrieve one thing. His mother’s art. So now most rooms in their house were made better by Moira Jones originals. The particular one in the dining room, was a large arrangement of sunflowers, painted painstakingly on a large canvas. In the corner, her scribbled initials.

“I thought that, since it’s been about 24 years since mum and dad have been gone, that I should say a few words before we eat,” Liam said as he stood. Laura was in the seat next to him, beaming with pride. Emma understood that feeling, it was one she always had toward Killian. “It still feels like someone’s missing at the table when we get together, but luckily it’s being filled by our ever growing family.”

Emma looked at Anna, sitting next to her older cousin Harper, probably scheming some way to get out of sitting at the dinner table and getting back to playing. And to Killian’s nephew, Liam Jr. who came along just before Anna did. The little boy looked at Henry with the utmost admiration. Leila wasn’t at the table, instead sitting in a high chair and throwing bits of cereal to the ground where the dog happily ate them up. The family was certainly growing.

“I assume they’re watching over us now, and always, probably laughing at the fact that Killian, Mr. Eternal Bachelor, has not one but three ladies in his life that turn him into an absolute puddle…”

Everyone laughed at that, Liam always able to restore a lightness to the darkest of conversations. Emma caught a glance at Killian next to her, who was scratching behind his ear nervously but with a smirk on his face.

“So tonight, we remember them and continue to honor them always.” Liam raised his glass, the adults around the table joining in as well. “To mom and dad.”

The clinking of glasses filled the room, Emma mouthing a quick ‘I love you’ to Killian before letting the bubbly champagne fall down her throat.

After everyone had left, and all of the kids were finally asleep, Emma made her way to the master bedroom where she found Killian already in bed. His face pensive in thought as he stared at the canopy above the four post bed.

“Hey handsome,” she said walking over to her dresser to take off her jewelry, setting the gold studs Killian had bought her when Anna was born on the mahogany surface. Then the matching bracelet from when Leila was born. “What are ya thinking about?”

“Well… as you know, this time of year specifically harbors a lot of bad memories for me…” he said, tearing his gaze from the ceiling to look at her. “Today was the first time, I’m not sure how to put this… the table felt as complete as it ever has.”

Emma walked over to the bed and crawled in, despite the fact that she was still wearing her jeans and sweater. She just wanted to be close to him, so she settled into his side and rested her head on his chest.

“Not that it will ever be full… but between you coming into my life, and Henry, and the house and the kids, and the dog and spending time in therapy, the past isn’t as pressing anymore.” Emma looked up at him. His eyes clear and blue, the way they were before he would cry.

“I have a family of my own now. I’m home with my own children every night, I sleep in bed with the woman I love, you and Henry have accepted and welcomed me, I have a home that we built together, not just a house.”

“You have a full table.”

“Aye, that I do.”

As far as the kids were concerned, other than Henry who knew of the whole investigation, the rest of them just assumed Grandma and Grandpa Jones had passed away before they were born. Plenty of kids grew up without grandparents, so it wasn’t something they would elaborate on until they were much, much older.

“There’s something I want to give you, Emma…” Killian said, reaching into the drawer of his bedside table. For a second Emma’s heart sped up to an insane pace, wondering if maybe there was a ring in that drawer… but instead he pulled out what appeared to be a necklace. “This is a pocket watch, not very useful today but it was the last thing my mother gave me before she died.”

Emma looked at the intricacy of it, the silver face engraved with his mother’s initials. And for once the house was quiet enough so she could hear the faint tick.

“She told me told keep it and give it to someone special someday.” He placed it in her hand, taking her fingers and wrapping them around it. “For a long time I never thought I would find that person, but then I met you.”

“Killian… you don’t have to…”

“Ah but I want to. You and the family and the life you have given me… you’re my world, Emma. I’m a better person because of you. This belongs to you, just as my heart does.”

Emma felt tears forming behind her eyes, the sentiment enough to make her completely crumble. Instead she surged forward and kissed him. All of the passion and love she felt for him being poured in. They got lost in one another for the rest of the night, making love in their bed in their home simply because it was a Sunday night and they could.

It wasn’t until Emma woke up the next morning, warm and safe wrapped in Killian’s arms, she came to the realization that had he offered her a ring she would have without hesitation said yes.

Six Years Later: December, 2023

Emma woke early to a quiet house… too quiet. After all, Christmas morning in this house was historically a day when her kids awoke at 5 am to open gifts. So to have slept past 7:30 was suspicious. What was even more suspicious was that when Emma rolled over in the bed, she found that it was empty. Immediately her eyes shot open, to find that Killian wasn’t on his half of the bed. He was gone.

Panic.

Absolute panic.

The stress level she felt on a day to day basis hunting down criminals, running through dark alleys, handcuffing men twice her size. It was nothing compared to the nerves flooding her system at the realization that Killian and her children were nowhere in sight. Not even the dog was there.

“Killian?” Emma called out as she slid out of bed.

No answer.

“Henry?” she called again, as she moved out of the bedroom to the hallway. “Anna? Leila?”

When Emma hit the top of the staircase that’s when she finally heard signs of life, and the breath returned to her lungs. The spiral stairs that led into their foyer wrapped around a massive 15 foot Christmas tree. All lit along with the garland that lined the railing. Emma had spent days decorating the house for Christmas, it was her favorite time of year. Even when it was just she and Henry for years in their little cottage she still made sure the house was a holiday explosion.

“Shh… she’s coming!” was what Emma heard from below. Likely Leila, who was three years old now, judging from the voice.

There was more shuffling, scurrying, movement as Emma rounded the bend of the staircase. Her slippers met the marble floor and her eyes widened at the sight of her kids. All three of them: Henry home from his sophomore year in college for winter break, Anna wearing a pink and purple plaid nightgown with her dark hair running wild, and Leila, the tiniest one, wearing Disney princess pajamas with two mismatched socks.

“Merry Christmas, mommy,” said her youngest child, whose face looked far less innocent in the glow of the tree. But as Emma peered around it didn’t look like any of them had opened their gifts yet, save for Princess whose head was buried in the tissue paper of a gift bag.

“Where’s your father?” Emma asked, looking to Anna, the most obedient one and therefore most likely to clue her mother in.

“I’m right here, love,” a smooth voice said from behind her. Emma turned to face him, his eyes glowing from the twinkly lights that filled their home. He was still in his pajamas, they all were.

“Go on, daddy, give her your gift…” Anna urged.

“Emma, we’ve had quite the time together these past six years…” he took her hands in his, stepping closer to her and Emma’s heart sped up to roughly 5000 beats per second. “We haven’t exactly done things in the traditional order, but I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.”

Still holding her hands, he bent to get down on one knee.

“I have been head over heels in love with you from the second I saw you in Storybrooke all those years ago. You’ve made my life a dream, and now I can’t imagine a time when you weren’t in it. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Emma felt her hands shaking, her heart beating out of her chest. In her wildest dreams she had never pictured herself getting married, and especially not to someone as incredible as Killian. So much had happened since they began their love story; crime fighting, a trial, building a home, kids, carpools, playdates, family dinners, career moves, it had all happened in the six years they had been together that it had never really even come up to get married.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Killian,” Emma said with tears in her eyes, she pulled him to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed, a loving and warm kiss safe for the eyes of the company in the room.

After a few seconds Killian pulled away, his eyes darting to where the kids stood, “do you three want to give your mom her gifts now?”

Without so much as a breath Emma felt them all crowd around her. First came Henry, who in his hand had a small velvet box.

“Thanks, kid.” She smiled and embraced her son, pressing a kiss to his head and ruffling his hair even though he was 19 years old. In Henry’s hand was the engagement ring he had helped Killian pick out. The diamond was pear shaped, simple and elegant, the band rose gold. On either side of the diamond sat two small jewels. One green, an emerald. One blue, a sapphire.

“It’s beautiful,” Emma gasped as the ring slipped onto her left hand. It was a perfect fit.

“Well I had a little help…” Killian admitted.

“Daddy is it our turn?” said Anna from the floor.

“It certainly is.” He lifted both of his daughters into his arms, one on either side, so they were all at eye level. “Go on…”

“We got you rings too,” said Anna, handing over two small wrapped packages she had clearly done herself.

“Thank you, honey,” Emma said taking them and unwrapping to find two plastic rings. One was silver, with a purple stone, clearly from Anna and the other was a pink plastic ring Emma recognized from the girls’ dress up closet. Probably from Leila. “They’re beautiful!”

Emma slipped both on her fingers and Anna beamed. Leila seemed relatively distracted by the presents… still wrapped… from Santa… under the tree.

“I think I’ve opened enough gifts for one day, why don’t you guys open some?” Emma suggested, and the light that filled her kids faces… even grown up Henry was incomparable, and she wanted every Christmas ever to be this exciting for them.

Together they all sat around the tree. Henry, Anna, and Leila all tearing through gifts, Princess running around shredding the excess wrapping paper. Emma and Killian sitting on the chaise lounge together, curled up and sipping cinnamon flavored coffee.

“My mom will be so excited,” Emma admired the ring on her finger. It was gorgeous, and something she never knew she had wanted until Killian came along.

“Ah yes, she’s already called five times this morning to see if I asked yet,” Killian whispered from behind into her ear.

“You told her?”

“Of course, love. She’s been asking me for years when I was going to propose.”

“How in the world did you get the girls to keep quiet about it?”

“I only told them this morning before you woke up. Henry’s known for months though, he can keep a secret.”

“It doesn’t have to be anymore… we can tell everyone tonight at the party.” Emma turned in his arms, reaching up to run her hand along his cheek.

“Sounds perfect,” He bent down and whispered into her ear, his facial hair brushing over her cheek. “Future Mrs. Jones.”

The Christmas party Killian’s parents used to throw in the family’s estate years ago was one of the only traditions he was adamant about maintaining. So every year on Christmas night, Killian and Emma would host all of their friends and family at their home to get everyone together on the holiday.

The attire was always formal, another insistence of Killian who complained that ‘no one dressed up anymore’. Normally Emma, who hated wearing dresses, would give him a hard time about it. But not this time. Tonight she felt like she was walking on air as she glided through the party in fully swing with her fiance on her arm and a swirly red dress that fit her perfectly.

Killian seemed to like it. She had caught him staring at her probably fifteen times since she had gotten dressed. Even now standing in the kitchen, Emma felt him peering at her. Her skin grew warm when she glanced at him, leaned against the cabinets across the room. His slim fit black suit hugging him perfectly, his hair slicked back, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. But as there were about twenty caterers in the kitchen prepping for dinner Emma tried to contain herself.

“Emma, love, would you come here a second?” Killian said, ever the gentleman as he held open the door that led to the laundry room off of the kitchen. No one else in the room even looked up.

“Sure,” she said, her eyebrow going up to indicate she knew he was up to no good. Emma followed him into the laundry room and as soon as the door closed he was on her, pressing her back against it. She leaned into him, as his lips attacked her neck. Her leg curling around him instinctively.

“Careful… careful… not the neck. No marks.” Even though it was her favorite spot, and she loved when he marked her, she knew she couldn’t enter the laundry room with no hickies and come out with a handful of them.

“How much time do we have?” he asked breathing between movements of his mouth. Bending his head to suck on the tops of her breasts that poked out of her dress.

“Not enough… we have to be quick… someone might see,” Emma moaned as his mouth grew more demanding and his hand climbed under her skirt. Feeling the tops of her lace thigh highs and matching panties.

“Damn them. I don’t care…” he growled possessively as his fingers moved to part her slick, wet center. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.”

“Only for you, always,” Emma gasped as he inserted a finger, then another. Her other leg wrapped around him. The filthiest things always feeling so right with him. Her hands grabbed onto the lapels of his suit jacket, tearing the thing off of his body.

They didn’t have much time, dinner would be served soon and obviously the hosts had to be present for that.

“I need you in me. Now.” Her voice had a demanding tone to it. Which was rare for her during sex, it was the one part of her life where she enjoyed being dominated. But she for sure wasn’t leaving the confines of the laundry room without an orgasm at the mercy of Killian Jones. Especially if she had another several hours of small talk and mingling before she could be alone with him again.

With shaky hands she helped him undo his belt, and in one swift movement he had surged forward into her. The shock of his large member fully sheathed inside of her rendering her body frozen for a second.

“Fuck…” he growled. His hands moving to cup her ass and pull her forward around him. Emma’s arms eagerly tugged him to her. He smelled incredible, his perfectly manicured hair from earlier now a wreck from her hands. He was still inside of her, hard and ready as he began to brutally pump in and out of her until she was at her peak.

Sweat formed on both of their foreheads, Killian reached out with the most delicate brush of his hand to her hair, as if he hadn’t just been pounding into her like a wild animal.

“Fall for me, my love, I want to watch you.”

Those words and one final thrust did it. She crashed, her shaking legs doing their best to hold onto him. He held tight to her, relieving her of most of the work.

“You’re amazing, Emma,” he cooed in her ear after they had both finished. Killian pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks, throat, and collar bones as she caught her breath. When his hands moved up her toro he seemed to notice the ribbing of what she wore beneath her dress. “What in the…”

“It’s a corset,” she whispered slowly into his ear. She felt a shiver run through him. She had to get him back somehow for bringing her in here. Even if the revenge wasn’t necessarily a punishment so much as a pleasure. “Tell me, Mr. Jones, do you like lace?”

A question she had asked him years ago when their relationship had first started. One that she knew the answer to.

“I do,” he replied, breath catching as she took one of his hands and dragged it up her leg, under her dress, over the garter belt, to where the bottom of the lace corset began. She had bought the outfit weeks ago, excited to show him but waiting for the opportunity.

“Good.” She bit the lobe of his ear, and licked just beneath it. “Your gift is wrapped in it.”

He growled, and his erection pressed into her leg. God she wanted him again already, but there were a couple hundred people in their home right now.

“I suppose you’ll just have to wait.” She tilted her head, toying with the tie on his neck. Her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

“It will be an excruciating form of torture but always worth it for you, my darling.”

She bit her lip, and noticed him watch her. His eyes hooded with the lingering desire that burned between them. His hair stood on end from her fingers and his lips had formed into some sort of pout. And when she couldn’t resist a second longer she pulled him by his tie to kiss her. One last time before they had to exit the laundry room and pretend to be on their best behavior. At least for a little while.

“When should we do it, most everyone’s here I think?” Killian whispered in her ear. They had circulated the party, eaten dinner and had just concluded a particularly long conversation with Belle who had been released from prison the year prior on parole. Emma had invited both Milah and Neal, but the two had decided to spend her first Christmas out of prison in London.

“Just about. Where are the kids?” Emma asked, scanning the massive crowd of friends and family for them.

“Love, if you want to wait for them we can but I’m afraid they’ve built up alliances with the other children here to be the first in line to sit on Santa’s lap… and Henry seems to have found a way to swindle the waiters into giving him champagne.”

Emma had hired a man to sit in the den, hand out small gifts she had wrapped up herself, and take requests for the following Christmas. She had also arranged a gift drive with the local women’s shelter. All of the guests at their party were required to bring gifts, which filled Killian’s office. And each year after the party, Emma, Killian and the kids would deliver the gifts and a full dinner.

“We’ve got quite the strategists haven’t we?” Emma joked. Anna and Leila were most certainly at the head of whatever uprising was occuring.

“Well if nothing else we know Leila has already shed her shoes…” Killian stopped at the foot of the spiral staircase where two little patent leather Mary Janes sat in a pile. Emma shook her head, remembering she used to do the same thing. She still did the same thing. Like mother like daughter.

Taking the shoes from Killian, and setting them on the front hall table she followed him halfway up the stairs. When she turned around, leaning into her fiance’s embrace and staring out into the crowd at all of the people she loved. She could see Henry and his friends in a corner, most likely trying to find a way to sneak champagne. She could see her mother and father, talking to Ruby’s grandmother near an appetizer table. She could see Liam and Laura, mingling with other people from the town. She could see Ruby and her wife, Dorothy, whom she had met all those years ago at The Rabbit Hole of all places. She could see Elsa and all of the wonderful people she worked with daily. And while she couldn’t see Anna or Leila, she could most certainly hear them running through the upstairs hallway with all of the other children in attendance despite the fact that Emma had said not to make a mess of the upstairs.

“Good evening everyone, I hope you’re all having a lovely time. As you know all of your donations tonight will be going to the Havenwood Women’s Shelter, a charity my brother Liam and I started in our mother’s name years ago.”

The room erupted in applause. When Liam and Killian had finally gotten their inheritance after the trial was settled, the money was used to build a community to provide refuge for people in difficult domestic situations. A safe place, unmarked on the map, to help restart their lives.

“Every year this collection grows a bit larger and it’s by my estimation that we will need several large trucks to transport all of the food and gifts tonight.”

The first year they had just kept it small, and driven everything over in a van.

“So before the dessert is served I would like to once again thank you all for continuing to support the work of the shelter, they do incredible things for a lot of people and it wouldn’t be possible without this night.”

Again another eruption of applause, a few whistles, but then it went quiet again and Emma knew what was coming next.

“In addition to that I would also like to take this time, when we have all of our friends and family gathered in one space, to announce that this morning I asked Emma to marry me,” He faced Emma now, bringing her hand up to his mouth and brushing his lips across the knuckles. Her heart beat so wildly that all she wanted to do was just be alone with him in a bed for like 4 days straight. He kept his eyes on her though as he announced, “And she said yes.”

Emma leaned in to kiss him, not able to wait another second, as the crowd exploded in cheers and applause. There were a few screams of ‘well it’s about time!’ or ‘finally!’. It sounded like there were 20,000 people in the room instead of 200. Either way it felt like a dream. A complete and utter dream. Especially after their lips pulled apart and their foreheads rested on one another’s.

“I love you so much, Emma.”

“I love you, Killian.”

Thirty Years Later: July, 2048

Emma had been Mrs. Killian Jones for twenty five years and she still remembered the day they got married like it was yesterday.

She remembered the white lace dress she wore, form fitting to her body like a glove and fanning into a full skirt at her knee. She remembered the thousands of white roses that had transformed their backyard into a wonderland. She remembered the look on Killian’s face as she walked down the aisle. The expression of love, respect, and adoration he had given her when she stood in front of him.

Now, over two decades later, Emma looked at herself in the mirror, surveying the smile lines and forehead wrinkles she had. Today was the 25th anniversary of their wedding. And also the day she and Killian would be renewing their vows.

On the dressing table in her closet sat a clutter of makeup, bobby pins, brushes, and a wedding photo of she and Killian from their wedding twenty five years ago. In it they sat on their front porch, leaned against a white post and looking off into the distance. Kilian’s arm held Emma close and the softness to both of their faces as they basked in marital bliss was the reason why she kept this photo framed on her dressing table.

“You need a little more baby’s breath, mom,” Anna said, still fiddling with Emma’s hair, pins between her teeth. Her oldest daughter was particular, a perfectionist, like her father. Looked just like him too. The sharp, elegant features, long eyelashes, dark hair. But she was also highly creative, so anything hands on came easily to Anna. It was what also made her an incredible asset to Killian’s consulting firm. And it was why she was currently in charge of hair and makeup. “Leila can you hand me more?”

“I’m still not sure what baby’s breath is…” said Leila, who was a different story. She was more analytical, like her mother in almost every way, she wasn’t focused on perfection but instead was fascinated by the flawed. That’s what made her such a good detective. “Is it the pink stuff?”

“No… it’s the little white ones. Over by the bouquet.”

“If you put too many more in her hair she’s going to get attacked by bugs,” Leila said, handing the stems to her sister. For years when the two were young they got along well, then for teenagers they disagreed incessantly. But when Anna moved away to London for college, they started to get along again.

“She is not, they look elegant.”

Anna had loosely curled her mother’s hair, the long blonde strands now streaked with hints of gray. Some said it wasn’t appropriate for a woman approaching 64 years old to have hair down her back but that was what Emma liked. Some of the strands were pulled back off of her face by weavings of braids and flowers, a dusting of makeup on her face, a simple off white sundress that reached the floor. Around her neck was the pocket watch from his mother that Killian had given her, hitting the light and casting a shine on the surface of the table. She felt just as she did that day all of those years ago.

“Mom, you look so beautiful,” said her youngest daughter. She was the spitting image of Emma at 27. Long blonde hair, heart shaped face, a low tolerance for bull shit. The only difference being the eye color, her daughter’s blue eyes clearly came from Killian.

“So do you, both of you,” Emma stood taking one hand from each of her daughters. They both also wore off white sundresses, theirs coming to about their knees. Anna’s hair was pinned up in a complicated braid while Leila left hers down and curly. Emma’s heart warmed. Her kids were her greatest accomplishment. Henry, Anna, Leila. They were what she was most proud of. “I think it’s about time we head out.”

Emma peered out the closet window into the backyard. The renewing of their vows would be a smaller gathering than their original wedding. Just close family and friends. Fifty guests this time instead of several hundred. Among them was Anna’s fiance Adam, whom she had met in college and been with ever since.

“Knock, knock.” A tap at the door warned them someone was poking their head in. “Mind if I talk to the bride?”

“It’s bad luck for the groom to see before the wedding, dad,” Leila joked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Not if the bride and groom have already been together for thirty years,” Killian stepped into the room, removing his hands from over his eyes. He wore a navy blue suit, with a crisp white shirt beneath. Emma could see his chest hair peeking out of the collar. There was more gray than black in his hair now, but if anything it only made him more handsome. “You all look stunning.”

“Thanks dad,” said Anna, moving toward her father for a hug. Shortly followed by Leila. It was probably best they had stopped at two kids. If Killian had one more girl he would be bankrupt right now. Surprising to no one he had a difficult time saying no to his daughters, it had been up to Emma to make sure the girls stayed normal and not spoiled to an insane degree.

“Your brother’s waiting in the kitchen, we’ll be down in a minute,” he said kissing the tops of their heads, as he had done when they were little.

Once the girls were out of the room, Killian closed the door, eyes locking on Emma. Though they both had a few more wrinkles now, at their cores they were the same people. Which meant that after all of this time they were still sickeningly attracted to one another, to a fault that sometimes induced gagging on the behalf of their children. So the look he was giving her right now, thirty years after they had started this thing, still made her heart flutter.

He stepped closer to her, the dress shoes hitting the hardwood floor in even beats. Emma felt her face flush as he reached up to touch her face. His thumb tracing her bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, old man.”

“Emma, I’m hardly three years older than you.”

“Yeah but your hair’s a lot grayer than mine,” she teased, leaning in to kiss her husband.

“I thought you liked the gray.” He broke the kiss with a smirk.

“I do,” Emma grabbed at it. Even though he had clearly spent time smoothing it over, taming it, she ran her fingers through the back at the nape of his neck. “It makes you look very sophisticated. Like a true gentleman.”

“Ah, love, I’m always a gentleman.”

“Tell that to my underwear you ripped off of me with your teeth last night…” she whispered in his ear.

“I don’t recall any displeasure on your part.” He pulled back to eye her with that damned smolder of his. The man was mid sixties and still devastatingly beautiful.

Beside that though, in the years Emma had spent with him, he had been the most loving and wonderful husband. In her line of work it would have been easy to lose faith in marriage and family. She spent a lot of her days tracking down cheating spouses, abusive partners, murderous husbands, seeing the negative. But then after a long day she would come home to Killian, and they would sit on the porch to watch the sunset or curl up and watch a movie or go for a walk on the beach. He would make it all fade away.

Even right now, in their master suite closet as he nibbled on her neck and ear, whispering naughty things into her head she realized not once had she ever doubted him.

“Save it for the honeymoon, buddy.”

“As far as I’m concerned the honeymoon as already started, Mrs. Jones.”

“And it will continue, but there are fifty some people in our backyard waiting for us to renew our vows…” She tried not to get distracted by his mouth, really tried. “So we have to do that first.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Say it again,” he said. Eyes serious, their deep blue.

“I do,” she whispered. Pressing a kiss to his mouth before tearing away to go outside and do the same thing in front of their closest friends and family.

The ceremony was beautiful. It had all come together so well, unlike their original wedding day where it had rained, the caterer had brought the wrong food, the generator didn’t work, Emma’s dress ripped on a tree branch, Leila was three years old and had thrown a temper tantrum while tossing flowers down the aisle, Henry had a sinus infection and went to bed immediately after the ceremony. But today was different.

The sun was shining, the air was warm. Emma’s parents were well into their 80s, old and gray, but David still walked her down the aisle. A tad slower, but no less happy.

“I never thought I’d have to do this again,” her father said to her before they started their walk.

“Neither did I,” Emma whispered. The idea to renew their vows had come one night several months ago when Anna was in a panic about being engaged. She had showed up at Emma and Killian’s house, frantic about the divorce rate and how no one stayed married. What if she and Adam ended up hating each other?

Killian, always willing to go the extra mile to please his little girl, told her that not all marriages ended that way. And so the plan to have a vow renewal ceremony, to show that people could be together for 30, 40, 50 years and be happy. In addition to that Liam and Killian had gotten drunk one night and became ordained ministers on the internet so Liam wanted an opportunity to utilize that.

When Emma reached the end of the isle and faced Killian, she felt no different than when this had happened all of those years ago. Emma looked around and found her kids sitting in the front row. Henry now in his forties, with a wife and two kids of his own. Boys. Emma’s first grandchildren. They lived in a house in Storybrooke, Henry had become a teacher like his grandmother. Neal, who had eventually married, lived with them now along with his wife. And Henry had built an apartment in the attic for his father. Then came Anna, with perfect posture and a sweet smile who was next to her fiance Adam. Adam was a handsome young man who was an engineer, and looked at Anna the same way Killian looked at Emma. Just from the way they were around one another, she knew the pair would have a long, happy life together.

Then there was Leila, who sat next to her grandmother, holding Mary Margaret’s hand. Emma’s youngest was more like her than either of the other two. Never keeping a boyfriend long, building her life to avoid commitment. Working a job as a detective at Elsa’s company with her mother, that didn’t lend itself to much of a personal life. However, as of two months ago a new detective had come aboard. A young man with dark hair, tattoos, and deep chocolate brown eyes. Who was the only one in the office who could get a rise out of Leila, the two bickered constantly. But Emma knew what that meant for her daughter. She would fight it, no doubt, but eventually she would end up with that man.

Emma turned back to face her husband, the man who had helped her create all of this. The big blue house of their dreams by the beach, the blended family, the memories. Killian’s eyes boring into her and all of a sudden it felt like they were the only two here.

“Killian, if you would like to start,” Liam eventually said, easing them into the vows they had written.

“Emma Nolan-Jones, the day you came into my life I thought that I was returning to Storybrooke so that I could quickly leave and start my future somewhere else. As it turned out, I’ve never left because my future was right here the whole time. You helped me through one of the darkest periods of my life, and for that I will always be grateful. You’ve been my best friend when I needed one, a partner in all aspects, a phenomenal mother, and wife. I’ve fallen more in love with you each second of time we’ve spent together and I can’t wait to be married to you for another 25 years.”

His words almost mirrored the ones he had declared years ago. Substituting in a few new things.

“Killian Jones to say that you got under my skin when I encountered you 30 plus years ago, would be an understatement. You entered my life, my world, and turned out to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Until you I never saw myself with someone forever, I wasn’t a believer in soul mates or true love. But you scaled the walls I built around my heart and filled that space with love. Supportive, romantic, fairytale level love. You’re the love of my life, and everything I said in this spot 25 years ago still applies.”

They both smiled at each other, a rolling clip of their lives since their first wedding playing in Emma’s head.

When Killian had asked Henry to be his best man, and every time before and after that he had been an incredible step-father to her son.

Their honeymoon to the Bahamas, they had come back after one night because they didn’t want to be away from the kids for a full week.

When Lifetime had made some puff piece movie about their relationship during the investigation of his parents’ murder, and laughed while they watched the whole thing together.

Every anniversary dinner they had spent at The Golden Swan, reliving their first date and creating a new memory for each time.

When Emma and Killian sat down to tell the girls what had happened to his parents, to their grandparents, and for the first time he was able to explain it himself. Beginning to end. It was also the first time they had seen their father cry.

Anna leaving for school in London, and Killian immediately buying an airline ticket to visit her the following week.

When Emma actually did end up leaving a stakeout to get to her daughters’ dance recital in time to see them go on stage.

When Leila broke her wrist during gym class of her freshman year of high school and Killian had dropped everything to take her to the hospital, getting there before the ambulance did.

Each of the high school and college graduations Emma and Killian sat through, snapping pictures, cheering, silently hoping the kids would decide to move home after college (none of them did).

The night that they lost Princess, just after all of the kids had moved away. And together Killian and Emma hid out in their house for an entire weekend before facing the world again. Together.

When, at one time, they had roughly six rescue dogs living with them.

Killian and Emma’s trips around the world together, traveling from place to place and falling in love over and over in each one.

Saturday mornings spent together on their front porch, reading, talking, taking their time. No rush to go anywhere. Those were Emma’s favorite, something she had envisioned so early on in their relationship that had actually come true.

Through all of it; good times, bad times, health scares, trips, dates, tears, smiles, laughter, careers, they had weathered every storm. They had been at each other’s sides. Together they had built a wonderful life that they got to live each day.

“I, once again, pronounce you husband and wife,” Liam said, drawing Emma out of her flashbacks. “You may now kiss the bride.”

The first time, Emma had been so nervous after the whole day had gone wrong that their kiss was hurried, not worthy of the kind of love they shared. This one was different. Killian leaned in as did she, his arms pulling her into him. She breathed in his scent, the one that distinctly belonged to him.

“I love you, Killian,” she said.

“And I, you, Emma,” he cooed.

“To another 30 years,” Emma said back just before their lips finally met. A smooth, passionate kiss that Emma felt to her toes. When they pulled apart, his hand cupped her cheek. Eyes light with love, she smiled up at him and he looked at her like she hung the moon.

Just before he kissed her again he whispered softly in her ear, “To the rest of our lives and beyond.”

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voltron mafia au

chapter 2 Pre-game

“Shiro we are not taking your car, or Keith’s car or whoever the car actually belongs to, car, down town to this.” Lance deadpanned. “We piss off the other players, they see us roll out in this pristine cadi they will light us up. We are not taking it.”

“Lance its bullet proof. From real bullets. It will be fine for some punks with plastic toys.” Shiro crossed his arms and stared down the young man in front of him. Lance returned the look with his hands on his hips.

“Lance, give it up its fine.” Allura said pushing her roommate to break the staring contest. “The added party members aren’t all going to fit in your jeep anyway, especially not with the gear we couldn’t get loaded into Rolo’s van last night.”

“Fine but I’m gonna say I told you so.” Lance said as he tossed his hands up in the air with a sigh.

Allura rolled her eyes at Lance before saddling up besides Shiro, linking her arm into his prostics. “Think you can help me load the gear from the jeep to your car?”

“Sure Allura. It’s not a problem at all.” Shiro gave a smile as he walked with her to Lance’s jeep.

“Uh, fine I’ll get the rest from the apartment. Keith come help or we will be late. Bring your friends up too.” Lance shouted as he ran up the stairs to his and Allura’s loft. Keith and Antok following Regris stayed with the car leaning on it chuckling.

“So we’re friends now huh boss?” Antok elbowed Keith with a laugh as they made their way up the stairs after Lance. Keith rolled his eyes but returned Antok’s smirk.

“Please ignore the mess. We trashed the place getting ready last night.” Lance shouted from the kitchen gathering needed food rations into his and Alluras back packs. “If you see a black case grab it and go. I have to lock up still. Meet ya down in the car.”

Keith looked around and grabbed a rolling black chest from the couch and motioned for Antok to grab the larger one propped up on the coffee table. They headed down Lance following a short ways behind carrying two back packs and a smaller case. He stopped only to lock up the apartment before rushing down the stairs. He hit outside just in time to catch Allura shout “shot gun!” and run to the front door of the SUV jumping in.

“Oh come on! That’s not fair Lura!” Lance growled out tossing her back pack through the open window into her lap. She only giggled in return. “Feed him.” Lance stated pointedly gesturing at Shiro, before climbing into the back of the SUV saddled up besides Keith in the middle row. Antok and Regris took up the back row. He placed the small case between his feet and pack in his lap before buckling up. Once he was settled he leaned over and gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips.

“Drive Shiro before we are late!” Allura said firmly pointing wildly towards the windshield arm extended over the dash. Shiro didn’t have to be told twice. Once they were moving Allura started to pull some waters and energy bars from her bag.

Lance cracked into his own pack as they made their way down town to the waterfront. He pulled out handful of energy bars. “Here, eat at least one now!” Lance said throwing an energy bar to Antok and Regris. He tossed another at Keith who easily caught his. “Gotta keep up the energy gonna be a long day people. Plax has lunch covered though.” Lance quickly munched down 2 of his own energy bars before pulling out a monster from his bag to chase them down with. Keith grabbed his hand before he could get his lips could reach the can.

“Are you crazy? You’re amped up enough already!” Keith barked out between bites of his energy bar, taking his at a normal humanly rate of consumption.

“Gotta keep it amped! So I can be at top alertness for this event mullet!” Lance gave Keith an impish grin. “Which is totally your field name today.” Lance chuckled at the scowl his boyfriend gave him, Regris and Antok sharing in the laugh.

“You did not!” Keith shouted flinging his arms up at his boyfriend, drawing out another laugh from Lance before he took a chug of his monster.

“He did not Keith.” Allura supplied seeing as Lance was going to allow the torment to continue. “You are red, Shiro you are black, Antok you will be Blade, and Regris you are Tails.”

“I’m sharpshooter.” Lance continued for Allura after he finished his monster. “and the lovely lady in the front is of course Princess.”

Shiro chuckled. “Princess huh? Fitting.”

“Aw look at Shiro trying to be smooth, he’s learning so fast.” Lance cooed.

Keith snorted trying to hold back his laughter. Regris and Antok didn’t even bother trying. Shiro gave his best glare through the rear view mirror and failed miserably at intimidating anyone in the back of the SUV. His look tempered though as Allura placed a calming hand to his thigh.

“Ok, so hers I get, even mine and Shiros.” Keith got out after his giggle fit. “Explain you three?” Keith gestured towards Lance and his employees in the back.

“That’s easy.” Lance started. “Tails cause I love sonic the hedgehog and the belt we have for Regris hold the baufer in the back and swings like a tail. And dude every time I’ve ever seen Antok he is playing with that oversized bowey knife. Like no offense man but that’s some crocodile Dundee level shit there. And we just finished watch the blade movies last week.” Lance turned to gestor back at Antok.

“No offense taken, I like all those movies.” Antok replied with a shrug.

“And yours?” Keith asked again seeing as Lance’s diarrhea of the mouth had ceased.

“Oh once you see him on the field you’ll understand his. I assure you.” Allura quipped from the front. “Lance’s marksmanship is superb and unmatched by any other players we’ve faced.”

“Ah, Lura, beautiful, you flatter me.” Lance beamed hands cupped over his heart.

“I’m sure four of us here can give the kid a run for his money today.” Regris quipped from the back.

Lance snorted. “Uh no sorry boys afraid today I’ll be impressing you.”

“You think you are that good do you?” Keith asked leaning across to give his boyfriend a light kiss.

“Uh, no. I know I am hot stuff.” Lance grabbed Keith by his shirt collar and pulled him into a longer rougher kiss. Antok supplied gagging noises.

“Afraid for once, I must agree with Lance. I’m sure you will be eating those words.” Allura started before downing the rest of her bottle water.

“What do you man for once?” Lance pouted, as the others laughed.

“Here Shiro announced as he pulled into the lot. “Where do we go ?”

“Look for the ugliest beat up van in the lot. Rolo and Nyma saved us a spot next to them.” Allura said typing away on her phone before pointed at a van with a small crowd waving.

“Hey the guys all know not to take pics or anything of you guys, but once we leave the cars you should probably put your masks on. Place is crawling with news cams and a lot of guys have go pros.” Lance said leaning towards the center of the vehicle. Making sure his boyfriend and his employees knew. Since his boyfriend seemed to have a phobia of his image ending up on social media.

“Noted” the four men quipped. Shiro pulled in to the spot next to the battered van Allura had gestured too.

Lance and Allura were the first out of the car. “Black pop the trunk!” Allura shouted from the back of the SUV. Shiro quickly obliged as he and the rest piled out to join the small crowd.

“Sharpshooter, Princess, your noobs better not be dead weight.” Rolo barked out watching the men move around the car unloading the cases to bring them around to the back of Rolo’s van. “Word is there are sponsors out here today.”

“Rolo, chill man. At least they’re eye candy.” Blaytz quipped up, with a gestor at the group. “How did you two end up with such an entourage of fine man meat?”

“Easy, we don’t call them man meat Blaytz.” Allura laughed out. “Everyone this Blade, Tails, and my boyfriend Black, and Red…”

“Who is my fine as wine man meat.” Lance interrupted with an arm thrown over Keith’s shoulder and a Cheshire grin for Blaytz. Keith supplied an eye roll but leaned into his boyfriend’s side at the jester. “And these guys will do great I swear. But this is for fun Rolo. Cut them some slack.”

“We are all here to play, sponsors or not Rolo. We are doing just fine as it is.” Plax added. Sitting on a case that was pulled from Rolo’s van.

“Yeah, besides I’m just excited to meet this mysterious boyfriends of Lance and Lura. Was starting to think they was making it up, or he got real creative in the fantasy and it bleed into Allura.” Nyma chimed in with a smile and a hand shake with Keith followed by Shiro

“Nope, we are real. I assure you.” Keith responded with a smile.

“Well most of me is.” Shiro added lifting up his prosthetic arm and pointing at it. Before returning the arm to his side.

“Omg, Princess please share this amazing catch.” Blaytz interjected hands clasped in front of him as he leaned forward one leg out in front of Allura. She just pushed her palm against his forehead.

“And I thought Lance was bad.” Antok whispered yelled to Regris who laughed.

“So let’s go round here, since someone stopped half way.” Luxia spoke up stepping forward. “I’m Queen, and we have Plax, Flora, Nyma, Rolo the crabby one, Blaytz the horn dog, so watch out, squirm and the quiet one in the back is Beezer. Welcome to team blue.” She pointed at each member as she called their names and they gestured in return.

“We need to load up and go. They are releasing everyone from the main gate after orientation, if we want the base Beezer scoped out we need to be early.” Squirm stated opening up a case and passing out blue masks and walkies with single ear buds out to each person. They all also had a charm dangling from the walkies. Once Keith and his crew had their masks they quickly put them on.

“Squirm haven’t you heard of fashionably late before?” Lance chirped, opening his and Allura’s case to remove his sniper rifle hanging it off his back with his back pack. Beezer passed out blue hand guns to everyone. Lance quickly sliding his into his waist holsters. Squirm just rolled his eyes.

“We want that base, so move it sharpshooter.” Queen stated dryly. “Your noobs need to pick some weapons out too.

Everyone started opening up cases. Rolo stacking a few they were taking full. “Is that a fucking RPG?!” Antok/blade shouted eyes twinkling rushing forward like a child in a toy store to snatch up the blue rocket launcher.

“Yes, yes it is. Custom built by the excitable trio, and a friend of theirs.” Squirm said with a chuckle.

“I don’t think watching the machine print at the library counts as building. Nor loading the rounds.” Lance/sharpshooter said dryly with a pointed look at Blaytz.

“Twelve hours a piece dude. That is helping. I almost got kicked out for my snoring being too loud.” Blaytz defended.

“Guess the big guy is taking that one. Sharp shooter.” Once Rolo had Lance’s attention he tossed a case with a strap to him. “Carry his ammo till we get to the base.”

“How many rounds do we have left?” Allura/princess asked as she loaded up with her gear.

“Only 5. The Olkari smashed the 3 we used against them last game. Haven’t had time to go make more.” Queen stated tersely.

“Look how happy he is, it’s so cute.” Florona/flora sing songed. Plaxum/Plax cooed at an Antok hugging the rocket launcher like a lost pet or favorite stuffed animal.

“How about you three any requests?” Nyma asked Keith, Shiro and Regris.

“Tails looks like a grenade kind of guy. Plax why don’t you saddle him up and show him how they work.” Queen motioned at the braided pigtail girl who was finished loading up and helping Beezer safely secure his cases to their dolly.

“I think I might do better with something compact.” Shiro/black chirped up a hand to the back of his head and his prosthetic gesturing in front of him.

“Don’t worry dear, I got you.” Allura/princess pulled out an extra set of blue Uzis from her case before tossing the unneeded gear into the back of Rolos van with the other stuff being left. “One or two?”

“Bring both incase either way.” Rolo suggested. Shiro took both looping the straps over his shoulders.

“That leaves you mullet, you ever even shot a gun before?” Lance asked Antok and Regris had turn their heads and fake coughs to try and stifle their laughter. Shiro gave both a pointed look.

“You brought a fucking cherry?!” Rolo shouted.

“And 3 professional bodyguards. It balances out.” Lance shouted back.

“Lance, calm down. It’s fine. I’ll use whatever. You pick.” Keith chimed in before the volume increased.

“Just give him one of the MP’s. And let’s go.” Queen said with a hand to her head in frustration.

“Blade help Beezer with his gear. Black you grab that case. Blaytz you grab…”

“Got it.” Blaytz replied case in hand.

“Tails you got those 2 small ones.” Nyma said handing him the cases.

“Ladies on the food and water duty.” Plax chirped up.

“Red and sharpshooter you guys are take the flag and run ahead to claim our base. The rest of us will catch up once we get on the field. Sound good? First up is orientation, goes over rules, game play and safety boring stuff. Then the fun will start.” Flora informed for the noobies. As they head to the staging and sign in area.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12496988/chapters/28514148

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