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Kiss Drabble
#21 - A place of insecurity
Ship: Evil Charming
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She is nervous.
The brief hour with David had done nothing quell her nerves for what was about to come. It slithered across her mind that perhaps she should simple flee, ridiculous as it would be, it would certainly save her from looking like a complete bumbling idiot out there.
She fumbling with a bracelet behind the staircase, scowling and swearing at the offensive piece of jewelry. It’s where he finds her. Hiding in the shadows lest anyone see how absolutely terrified she is in this upcoming moment. His brow cocks high as she throws the gold chain across the room with a growl.
“Did it not like the color of your dress or something?”
She spins around, “Jesus, David,” a hand to her chest as she sags into the desk chair, “They didn’t teach you to knock in Shepherd School?”
Normally he’d bite back, play their strange little jesting game. But something dabbles in the back of his mind, something rather unexpected. She looks anxious. Beyond actually. Her fingers scratch at the bodice of her pale pink dress, knee’s bouncing uncontrollably as she stares out the window. He’s never actually seen her like this before. For a moment he thinks about retrieving his wife, or perhaps her thief, but Snow is busy with Emma, and Robin asked David to check in on her while he tucked a ring into his pocket with a shy smile.
Chuckling he moves to squat before her, grabbing her hands between his own as she stares wildly down at the strange affection.
“You’ll be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Well, what’s the worst that could happen?”
She huffs, tucks a lock of fallen hair behind her ear. He expects her to say something about them figuring out that she is the Evil Queen, or that Emma is the Dark One. But the quiet muffled whisper of “What if I forget the steps?” stuns him.
He laughs, shakes his head an chuckles heartily as she bumps him hard with her knee, an exasperated “David! It’s not funny!” whimpering out. He grins, looks up at the woman that was once feared so terrible, and she is utterly terrified about a simple dance.
Standing, he tugs her up with him, “If you do, I’m sure Robin won’t mind. He probably has other things on his mind anyway.”
“What?”
David stills, kicking himself for even letting a part of the secret out. “I just meant the guy clearly loves you and won’t give two shits whether you steps on his toes once or twice.”
She sighs, peering up at him unconvinced, and they are already late, so he best get her there, or the outlaw will surely have his head. He tucks her hand into the crook of his arm, “Come on, Madame Savior. The crowd awaits.”
It’s unexpected the gentle kiss he presses to her cheek, an action that stuns the Queen for a second before she gives him a quizzical look, though David pays no mind to it as he guides her from the shadows and towards the stairs.
He also has his own Queen to get back to.
Kiss Drabbles #26 and #49
#26: An apology #49: Out of Necessity Ship: Dragon Queen
For: @trina-deckers
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She’s pushed her far this time. Crossed a boundary she didn’t know was there. It riddles her with guilt as she sits on the chaise, watching silently as the young queen dresses with red rimmed eyes, tears she refuses to let spill in front of the Dragon.
It has been a simple lesson. Or at least that’s what Maleficent had intended it to be. Learning how to heal a wound. One she’d inflicted on herself and demanded Regina fix. She hadn’t realized however that this particular lesson would have the Queen shaking so terribly, eyes consumed with fear and self doubt as she knelt over her teacher’s bleeding wound.
She wasn’t planning on letting herself succumb to the injury, she’d heal it herself if necessary, but the point is for Regina to learn, to find the power within. It took too long though. The dragon’s vision began to swim, black dots puddling the sight of Regina’s tears beginning to well, the shakiness in her voice as she begged Maleficent to just heal herself, that she couldn’t do it.
But she pushed her. Refused to heal the staunching flow of blood. She herself had learned this way, in the most dire of circumstances, out of desperation. But as Regina wraps her cloak around her small shoulders, it worms into Maleficent’s heart that perhaps the Queen isn’t quite as resilient as she once thought. With all the rage and anger that skitters above the surface, beneath is something beyond fragile and it stabs Maleficent deep with guilt to know she exposed it.
“Wait.”
She stands swiftly, swallowing down the bile that waters her jaw as she approaches Regina carefully who avoids her gaze with a hard sniff the other direction. Mal finds her fingers first, squeezes them softly as her head bows low in remorse, blonde curls sweeping around her shoulders. “I am sorry Regina. I didn’t mean--”
“Yes well, maybe next time you should think before you do something so incredibly stupid.” Regina huffs wetly, wiping away the tears that drop onto her cheeks. The dragon nods solemnly, bringing Regina’s hand to her lips, dotting a light apologetic kiss to her knuckles before bringing her hand to rest against her heart. “I know. It won’t happen again.”
Dark eyes flicker towards her, the anger simmering, hiding the swell of vulnerability beneath. They have not spoken of it, these feelings that grow. Maleficent knows there is fear for the Queen in speaking those words. In all honesty it unnerves her as well, this relentless need to be close, to protect, to share her heart with the young woman. But it is there none the less.
Regina sighs heavily, scowls at the roaring fireplace for a long moment. “I couldn’t save Daniel.” She turns, bringing a palm up to Maleficent’s cheek, arching up to press her lips softly against the Dragon’s. “Never put me in the position where I can’t save you as well.” She kisses her gently again, pulling back with a wet pop, grinning small as Maleficent blindly follows Regina’s lips.
“I should go.” Regina retracts slowly, turning her palm over to ready her magic to bring her back to the imprisonment of her other life.
Mal curls her fingers over the skittering of purple smoke that begins to stream out, stalling Regina’s magic.
“Please stay.”
She shouldn’t.
She can’t.
She does.
And the Dragon falls harder in love with the Young Queen.
Kiss #32 for regal believer please!
#32 - A Kiss to Wake Up
Regal Believer
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“Mommy.”
She exhales in her sleep, burying herself lower into the pillow.
“Mommy wake up!” A tiny finger prods her cheek, little hands moving up cup her cheeks, “Mommy.” She hears his indignant huff, grins in her half awake stupor as a small body slides down beneath the covers beside her. His palms pat gently on her chest, a wiggling of bare toes against her stomach. She loves these moments. When the world has yet to wake and it’s just her and her little prince curled up together.
Her eyes crack open to find her baby toying with a curl of her hair as he patiently waits for her to rise from sleep. Her fingers move to card through his hair, her heart melts at the way the hazel in his eyes lights up.
“You’re awake!” He scrambles up her body, rolling them both over till she is on her back, shuffling up to rest against the head board with him in her lap. She smiles, rearranging his spider-man pyiamas around his little belly. “Good Morning my little prince.”
He beams, with six tiny teeth, pink freckled cheeks and messy bed head sticking up in a dozen different directions. He lands a wet smacking kiss to her cheek before burrowing down into her chest, hugging little arms around her tightly.
She glows as his muffled I love you mommy. In a life of loneliness, he is the one good thing she has and these mornings make her forget about those days when she was nothing but the Evil Queen.
She just wishes she could freeze time, keep him small and soft and cuddled around her forever.
Kiss prompt: OQ and 27
#27 - As a suggestion.
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He’s out of his mind. Downright insane. He is absolutely fucking insane.
It’s the only explanation for what just babbled out of his mouth. For the utterly ridiculous, rather bold jumble of words he just flung at her without even really thinking.
But that is just it.
He is thinking. About her. everything about her.
The color of her hair, the shape of her jaw, slope of her nose, how fucking amazing it would be to finally get to taste her lips that continuously bite sharp tight remarks at him behind a hidden smirk.
He thinks only of her these past couple months.
And it appears his once silent desire and penchant for her has finally voiced itself. In a rather inopportune moment. One surrounded by nearly the entire castle who all stare with wide eyes, half curious half in utter fear for the poor thief who requested something completely preposterous from the Queen.
They watch as the monarch cocks her brow, swallows the last bit of wine from her goblet before taking the first slow step towards him.
He suddenly feels like prey being stalked by her dark brown eyes that swallow him whole in her approach. The hunted tend to flee from the hunter, but he finds his boots cemented to the floor.
It’s her fingers he feels first, climbing up his chest, scratching along the base of his jaw, angling his mouth down to her. It’s impossible she is actually going to do this. Heed his suggestion. Give it anything but a snarling scowl. Perhaps this is how she hunts, gets close enough to freeze her prey before snapping their neck.
Her chin tilts up, and he swears he’s died already at the feeling of her warm breath against his lips.
“Who knew a thief had manners.” She smiles slyly, brushing punishingly up against him. It has a a grin cracking his lips as she too chuckles softly below him. He waits a half moment for her to nod, giving him permission to kiss her as he has done many nights under the shroud of darkness and secrecy.
He claims her lips fully, anchoring a hand in her hair, drinking in the surprised moan at the base of her throat. Somewhere behind him he hears his men laughing it is about bloody time.
Robin simply smiles and kisses his love again, knowing that he will spend his entire life asking for another if she is so kind to bestow one.
Kiss Prompts: #6 - On a falling tear.
Ship - OQ
For: @queen-of-the-merry-men
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The sheets are cold as she told to reach for him. A harsh contrast compared to the warmth normally sweeping of his body. Hey eyes crack bleerily open, it's a few minutes past five, the light morning glow beginning to part through the curtains. For a sleepy second she hunkers back down beneath the duvet, wanting to find a few more hours of rest.
It doesn't last. Since he's been back she finds it harder to fall and stay asleep without him wrapped tight around her.
Tugging his sweater over her shoulders, she pads quietly down the stairs in search of him and his heat. With every room vacantly empty she tries to not let anxious nerves take over, forcing a repeated mantra; he's here, he is home.
And he is.
Sitting on the back porch, the slouch in his shoulders heavy.
Ignoring the slight shiver that runs over her bare legs, Regina settles down beside him, her eyes swallowing the anguish rippling across his features.
They have these moments since he's come back from New York, fractions of time spent sitting silently together while emotions run rampant beneath their armor. It's gotten easier, to talk about it, and sometimes it's better to say nothing, let the pain surface and expose itself.
Which is what Regina does now, in the filtering orange and yellow dawn skies, she simply twines their fingers together, and leans into him, letting her eyes flutter softly closed so she can focus on the rhythm of his breath.
He fiddles with her fingers for long quiet minutes, before a hard pained sniff has him bringing her hand up to his lips, over the bridge of his nose to rest over his eyes. She moves then, deflates in the chest at his sorrow but slides herself even closer, skating her free hand up his shoulder and to his jaw, nails scratching lightly at his temple.
The tears fall gently down his cheeks, soaking into the stubble below, she thinks about wiping it away, but decides maybe that's not enough.
Her lips press against the wet trail instead, softly on the Apple of his cheek, down to the corner of his lips, a third below his eye.
She feels him lean into her, blanketing himself in the comfort she provides.
There is a lot of pain still, anger, confusion and unfair suffering they both battle through. It's a long daunting and uncertain road to healing, she knows that, but she will be damned if she doesn't get him through it- he deserves to find peace after everything her sister has done.
She loves him. She will heal him. She will let him cry quietly into her skin for as long as he needs.
Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss
…good morning.
…goodnight.
…goodbye.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…to shut them up.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because they’re running out of time.
…because time’s run out.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
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Mal goes down to visit Regina in her vault and overhears her wife telling their daughter a familiar fairy tale.
Whiskey and Mistletoe Ch.5
December 14th Con’t.
It took them nearly two hours of launching enough water to fill a small lake into her bar before the flames finally turned to whispy, wet smoke, the air staunch thick with the smell of charred wood, plastic and Roni’s heart. This bar was all she had, all she’s ever had. And all she was allowed to do was stand on the side, watching in horror while firefighters axed through the door she’d just had re-stained two months ago to spray a cloud of extinguishing foam over every single surface inside, soaking every inch and corner with a jet of water until nothing but sludge and burnt wood was left behind. Her entire life, up in literal flames.
While her eyes were dead set on the spiralling smoke in front of her, she didn’t realize Rowan was still standing behind her, an arm securely wrapped around her waist, holding her back from running head first into the bar, the other running up and down her bicep steadily. He’s strong behind her, and for a moment she is rather grateful to have him there. He’s the only thing keeping her upright, from keeping her from hitting the concrete and screaming.
His stubble brushes her temple as he sighs a low, sad breath, and he squeezes around her middle the moment she leans in a fraction closer, sniffing hard as the tears begins to build and burn behind her eyes. All she can do is stare as three firefighters come walking out, hanging up the hose on the truck and give their chief some sort of signal. One that he takes with a curt nod and walks over to Roni and Rowan. It takes her a second to register he is even speaking to her, there is nothing but ringing in her ears. It’s only when his hand grips gently around her wrist that she tears her gaze away from the destruction to look at him.
It’s sad eyes that meet hers.
“I am Chief Grant, I am so sorry about your bar.”
He has kind eyes, deep set within a lifetime of wrinkles, dark brown though they have a lightness about them. She listens to him start talking about how his men think it started in the back, some sort of electrical issue, though all she can do is scan his face. He seems oddly familiar. A ring of grey hair around a rather bald head, contrasted by a stark white thick goatee. She knows him from somewhere, somewhere else, his voice is familiar in the back of her mind.
“Ma’am?”
Shaking her head, she blows out a heavy breath, “Sorry, I…” The words catch in her throat, bubbling hot as the tears threaten to spill over. Rowan hugs her chastely and turns his attention to the chief, “I’ll bring her down to the station.”
“Thank you. I will be around should you have any more questions.”
“I do actually.” Rowan stiffens slightly, bending down over Roni’s shoulder, “Are you certain it was an electrical malfunction?” His voice is low and hushed as he stares at the Chief who frowns slightly. For a moment either man says anything, and Roni turns to see Rowan’s eyes lift slightly into the crowd, beyond the throngs of people in shock to a woman standing there in her pristine heels and rather smug expression as she looks at the last of the smoke filtering away into the sky.
The Chief sighs, shakes his head, and pats Robin on the shoulder, “I trust my guys.” He takes a slow inhale and looks Rowan dead in the eyes, “But if there is something you might know, someone who has a vendetta against Roni, I suggest you talk to the police.” There is something in the way he says it that has Roni’s heart clench. He knows more than he is letting on. “Again, I am truly sorry. I’ll be at the fire hall if you wish to talk further.” He smiles small, dons his hat and walks back to his crew, all still gathered in a tight circle, whispering back and forth with concerned scowls.
Something is not right. She knows it. Gus was just here only two weeks ago for her yearly maintenance. Everything was fine. In working order. He would have said something if it was otherwise. “She did it.”
Rowan turns her in his arms, lifts her chin and tucks a curl behind her ears. “We don’t know that.” It’s unconvincing. Even he knows it. “Of course I do! That bitch has had it in for me because I won’t sell my bar to her. I know it’s her.” He sighs, squeezes her hands as he brings them to his chest, a light kiss placed to her knuckles as he shakes his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like Belfrey one bit --” Roni exhales exasperated as tears begin to fall, “-- But before we take her down, let’s make sure we have proof.”
Well that wasn’t what she was expecting him to say. She sniffs wetly, letting him wipe the tears on her cheeks, rather astounded, “You believe me?” Her heart thumps hard as he smiles crookedly at her with a slight nod. “I’m with you.” He bites down on his lip oddly shy, “And I promise, we will figure this out. Together.” For a moment she thinks he might kiss her. That this fraction of space between them may close and end with his lips on hers. He’s so close. Enough that if she just tipped her chin up they’d meet for the first time. She can see it in his eyes too, the longing to do the same thing her mind is asking for. They are the brightest blue right now, enveloping her away from the burning loss behind them.
Her breath stills when he shifts to the left just enough to have the stubble on his jaw tickling her own, scratching softly as his nose runs along her cheekbone, breathing her in heavily, his hands gripped lightly around her hips, roaming along her spine and back down. He nudges her jaw, enough to expose a slight line on her neck and Roni’s eyes close at the feeling of his lips touching just above the beauty mark. It’s oddly intimate. Being kissed on the neck rather than the lips. Something she didn’t really expect to have her knees going all jelly on her over. With all the pain and loss that smokes away behind her, something about him being all wrapped up around her makes her feel unexpectedly safe. Her nails curl through the hair on the nape of his neck as she leans her forehead into the crook of his shoulder, feeling the way his heart thrums a touch off kilter as she hums quietly between them and sinks into his arms.
“Roni?”
She reluctantly pulls away from Rowan who has a slight blush deep set in his cheeks though he smiles as Henry slowly walks up. “Roni, I’m so sorry.” Henry’s hand grips hers, and she follows into a tight hug. Beside her, she feels little arms wrap around her waist as Lucy squeezes in, embracing her fiercely with a quiet “Me too Roni.”
“Thanks.” She smiles wetly, wipes a few brimming tears and blows out a half chuckling breath. “I could use a drink.” Henry grins, though his eyes sadden as he looks at the remnants of her bar. He knows how much she loved this place. It was her home. She lived there. Above the bar. It’s gone now. Her entire home, engulfed in a fiery rage. “After you talk to the police, all the rounds are on me. Okay?” He squeezes her once more before stepping back.
Roni groans, she’d forgotten Rowan mentioning to the chief he’d be taking her down to the station. She doesn’t need the police. She needs her bat and about five minutes with Belfrey. But the thought quickly diffuses as the smoke simmers out the window. Her beloved threat of choice is probably a pile of ash now. It was her dad’s. Just another thing she’s lost now.
“Fine. But then I am going to drink all the whiskey in this city.”
“Deal.” Rowan runs a hand over her shoulder, “Now before we get stinking drunk, can I drive you down?” She nods, links her hand into his, feeling a little more sturdy as they walk slowly to his truck. As he pulls out of the lot, she throws one last look at her bar, the sign still swinging back and forth. It didn’t burn. It wasn’t destroyed. And neither is she.
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I just never thought I’d have this.
Sneak attack kiss.
(insp.)
Y’all, Lana’s acting during that kiss was phenomenal.
At first she’s almost smiling, like she had been waiting for this moment from the second she saw Robin alive again. And then her face falls, and her brow pinches, almost like she’s confused, like she doesn’t understand why it’s not right. And what got me the most was how she pushes into him, like she’s trying to force the kiss to feel right, like if she tries a little harder it will work. And then you can see the moment she stops kissing him back, the moment she gives up and lets him finish kissing her. She just opens her eyes, watches him as he pulls away from her, and her hope sinks away.
All in the span of 10 seconds.
BEST OF OUAT : page 23. ↳ season 6, episode 14.