Grace took a deep breath, letting herself relax. Whenever she was away from her father she felt tense, scared. She didn’t want something to happen while she was away. Someone had brought magic to this realm and everyone seemed to be on edge. She only hoped that no one would come to her father to ask him to do something for them. Especially since the last time someone had she had thought she would never see him again. She allowed herself to relax against him, knowing that maybe her worries were pointless. Nothing was going to happen and he wouldn’t let anything get between them. She didn’t care if they were stuck in Storybrooke as long as they had each other. He was hers just like she was his. She didn’t want anyone or anything to get between them again. Being away from him for so long had caused her to get extremely attached. The fact that her mother was gone didn’t really help that in the slightest.
He pressed a kiss to her hair before he finally spoke. Her eyes snapped open when she heard him mentioning a mother figure. A mother? A new mother? She sat up quickly, scrambling to get off his lap,” A mother figure?” She was doing her best to not yell but she hated the idea,” You can’t!” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself,” I just got you back! I don’t want another mother! I don’t want anyone else in our lives!” She was scared at the thought of someone taking him away from her, taking away his attention, his love,” I don’t want someone to take you away from me! You’re mine and I’m yours! We don’t need anyone else Papa! No one!” She didn’t know what had come over her, it was like she had no control,” Am I not enough for you? I was before, I can be whatever you need me to be, just don’t..don’t bring someone else into our lives.”
( So content he was to have
her in his arms, it wasn’t
[ He realized that most of her life had been unhealthy, he had allowed her to rely so heavily on him through the years that she only wanted to rely on him. Most girls her age were more concerned about boys, and their friends, but Grace only seemed to want to spend all of her time with him. He had wanted things to change for her, just a little bit. His eyes widened when she stood up, and began yelling—almost—at him. He stood as well, seeing how devasted she looked. He had never been able to deny her anything, not a thing in this world, and he realized that as long as she lived, she would be his weakness. He would never be able to deny her a thing. ]
“That’s not what I meant…..Of course you….you are everything to me….but it isn’t healthy Grace…we can’t be this dependent on each other…for everything…all the time…you are my daughter…I will always love you….but you can’t be to me what your mother was.”
[ He knew that explaining it to her would be difficult, a companion, someone that could help him with his frustrations, they had built up over the years. He yearned to feel another in his arms again, to kiss another, and feel love, deep love. He felt love for Grace, but he couldn’t let the feelings get any deeper for her than they already were. He couldn’t blur the lines, and fall in love with Grace, it was already happening, he could feel it, and that scared him a little bit. The way his daughter was developing…maturing. His Grace. She wasn’t a child any longer. ]
Grace knew that a lot of people were curious about her father. Because he had been one of the few people who hadn’t been cursed. He had always remembered the enchanted forest and the lives that people had led there. She looked up at him to see that there was a smile on his face. He always seemed to be happy wen she was around. Which was one of the main reasons she wanted to be around him more. She didn’t want him to sink into a depression or anything along those lines. Her lips curved into a grin when he finally answered her question. There was no doubt in her mind, she was not going to be returning to school,” Then it looks like I will be here with you, if you need me that is.” She didn’t know what he intended to do since it didn’t seem likely that they were going to be going home. No one really knew what had happened to the forest since they had been transported to another realm.
Together they walked inside and she slipped off her shoes. Her bag was placed right by them as she shrugged off her sweater. Without saying a word she walked up the staircase and into the room that she had chosen for herself. The uniform was stripped off in seconds and in it’s place was a simple top and a pair of jeans. She walked back down the staircase, ambling over to where her father sat. The petite brunette didn’t say a word as she planted herself on his lap,” Is everything okay papa?” Her head came to rest on is shoulder, wondering what he was thinking. To her he seemed exhausted and she didn’t know why he would be. Their life in Storybrooke was nothing like their life in the forest. He didn’t have to work as hard or work ever really. She curled up, her eyes closing after a few moments.
( Hearing the sound of her
footsteps on the stairs, he
smiled softly, and closed
his eyes. )
[ He had only closed them for a moment, but the next thing he knew she was plopping onto his lap, his eyes opened, and he let out a low ‘umph.’ She was getting rather heavy, at least from the girl he could remember, and he had noticed that mostly. From the moment they were all cursed, and he was placed here, he had noticed the differences the time he had spent away from her had made. She had matured a little bit, grown even more like her mother, and she reminded him of her every single day. His eyes settled on her, feeling her arms circle around his neck, and he sighed contently, knowing that someday he should bring home a mother for her. He knew that none could replace the one she had known, but he found time had made him rather lonely. ]
[ Being around Grace was enough to give him company, but not in the way that he craved. He had spoken to a girl at the store the night before, she had seemed interested, but he hadn’t asked her out. The thought of forcing anything on Grace was too harsh. He never wanted anything to cause her pain again, not after what she had been through. He reached up, and pressed a kiss to her hair, closing his eyes with a low hum. Her words didn’t trouble him, but he realized that he must have looked off to her, for her to have asked him in the first place. ]
“I just…I can’t help thinking that you need a mother figure…I should…start dating, I saw a nice woman at the store yesterday.”
[ He admitted, losing himself a bit to thought for a moment, his eyes gazing into the fire. ]
Grace knew that people might have called her crazy. She knew that she was a bit too clingy. However it had been years since she had seen him or even thought of him. The curse had taken everything away from her, her whole world. Ever since she was a little girl he had been her world. The fact that she had lived without him had made her want to be with him every single waking moment. Even going to school was pushing it for her. She ignored the people that were walking by, none of them seeming to pay them any mind. Her feet hit the sidewalk and she shrugged. Her hand reached to adjust the strap of her backpack that was falling off her shoulder,” Lets go home.” The home that was now hers was nothing like the cottage from the forest. It was huge, nice even and reminded her of a palace. She didn’t know how he had gotten the house but she hadn’t asked. She was just glad to be living with him once more.
"A few hours is too long," she replied, grinning in spite of herself. Absently she reached to hook her arm through his. She began to walk, leading him along. She waved to a few friends of hers that were nearby and they all waved back. Even though their friendship might have been because of the curse it still felt real. She looked up at her dad, biting down on her lip," I’ve been meaning to ask you," she paused, unsure if she should even bring it up," Do I really still have to go to school? I didn’t have to do that in the forest." She hoped that he would say that she didn’t but she didn’t know. He wasn’t nearly as bad as she was when it came to wanting to be around each other. He had always known where she was and had been forced to watch her when she thought she was someone else’s daughter.
( Softly he wrapped an arm
around the beauty, and
pressed a kiss to her forehead. )
[ His lips curved into a smile as she mentioned how long it was when she was away from him. He hated the long school days that she was away from him as well, and he could feel the way that people looked at them. He didn’t mind the eyes that stared, but his thoughts happened to travel every now and again, to her. Her words didn’t quite surprise him, not really, and he smiled as she mentioned not wanting to go to school anymore, it didn’t really bother him one way, or another, school wasn’t something they had in the Enchanted Forest. It wasn’t necessary there. ]
”If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
[ He admitted, and kept an arm around her as he walked up the steps to their home, guiding her inside, and closing the door behind them. He hated the prying eyes of the other people, he hated the way they spoke of him, and asked him questions. It bothered him to some extent, and always had really. He moved to his chair in the massive living room, sitting down in it, rubbing his eyes. It had been a long day, it wasn’t as if he worked, but he felt as though it had been. ]
The curse had been lifted, finally lifted. After twenty three years of being trapped as a teenager, Grace remembered everything. She remembered how the Queen had shown up at their cottage to talk with her father. She remembered how her father had promised her that he would come back but he never had. It had been a few days since the curse had been lifted. Everyone was trying to find their family and that included Grace. However she hadn’t been able to find him. Like so many others she had posted a flyer with a drawing she had done of him. They were posted all over but still, nothing. She was scared that he wasn’t there but she hoped that he was. Instead of looking for him all the time she had continued going to the local high school. She was still staying with the same family since she had no where else to go.
School had come to an end and just like every other day she was walking home. Her hands were in her uniform skirt as she walked. The petite brunette had just walked past the buses that were parked when she saw him. Her father, the one that they called the Mad Hatter. He was standing there, a matter of a few feet away. Her breath caught in her throat just as the sight of him. Her bag dropped from her shoulder as she began to run,” Dad!” She didn’t even think twice, launching herself at him. Her arms went around his neck and her legs around his waist,” Dad! I missed you! I missed you so much!” She was clinging to him like her life depended on it.
( Holding the beauty softly against
his chest, Jefferson pressed a kiss
to her forehead. )
[ He had been debating whether to show himself, or not to her. The thought of simply leaving her to be without him, had crossed his mind on more than one occasion, but in the end he had decided that he couldn’t leave her. She was his only reason for existing in this world, and no matter what he could never leave her alone. His arms relaxed as she clung to him, like she always had, it had been torment watching her for all of those years, waiting, watching. He had gone nearly mad from the torment of it all. The knowing had damn near killed him. His daughter was the only thing left he had of her mother, whom had been lost many years ago. He would never have another reminder. ]
[ He would always be alone without his Grace. He pulled back from the hug, and looked down at her, it had only been a few hours since he had last seen her, but she always acted as though the world had literally stopped in the time period between which they had last been together. He couldn’t say that he blamed her, being that she had spent so long believing she would never see him again. His fingers traced softly through her hair, and he smiled. ]
”It’s only been a few hours.”
[ He teased softly, smiling down at her. ]
Merlin tried to drop the smile, but in all honesty, he didn’t want to. It was exciting, someone else having magic. Of course it also meant she would have to hide it, but a royal with magic? It was definitely a first. ”Im sorry” he replied. “Its just been a long time since….”
He paused, shivering as the snow began to fall, and his breathing got quicker. “E-elsa!” his teeth were chattering. “What are y-you doing? You n-need to s-stop.” he could see the snow creeping under the door, and the temperature continued to drop. It would be only a matter of time before the guards came to see what was going on. In fact he could hear footsteps approaching, they must be on patrol near by, and she wasn’t even close to calming down.
He heard a muffled cry from down the hall, the guards had clearly noticed the snow. He had to think of something to do, and fast. Of course he could always… no what was he thinking? He couldn’t…. but it was the only way. The only way he could cover this up in the next 10 seconds, before 5 or more guards came barging in through those doors and dragged Elsa and quite possibly him away for treason.
Merlin could feel his eyes flash gold as the lock slid shut on the door across the room, just as the guards began to knock at it, demanding to be let in.
He looked around the room at the swirling snow, trying to think of a way to get rid of it.
His eyes flashed for a second time, as he gestured around the room, the snow swirling and evaporating. He could only hope Elsa had calmed down enough to stop whatever she was doing to create it in the first place, because he had barely enough time to place a finger over his lips before the guards broke down the door and rushed into the room.
( The beauty was still in a state of
frantics, as she watched Merlin. )
[ She noticed the way his teeth started chattering, and their breath could be seen in the air. She had started a blizzard in the room, and she began to panic at the thought of the guards coming in, and seeing it. She went stock still as Merlin reached out his hand, and moved the lock on the door, with just his words. She furrowed her eyebrows as his eyes turned gold, and he whispered another spell to make her flurries disappear. ]
[ She sat in absolute astonishment as he went really quite, and the guards burst in. She stood to her feet in an instant, her hands clasped together, and her eyes harsh, like they usually were. She wasn’t about to have guards bursting into her room, when no help was even called for, or mentioned. She was still a queen after all, and their unwarranted barging in instantly turned her back into the harsh person she generally was. ]
”Just what do you think you are doing?!”
[ They froze at the sight of her, and she raised an eyebrow, her head tilting to the side in anger. She wanted them out, and she wanted to know how Merlin had done all of those things. ]
"Your highness….we thought-"
”You thought wrong! I do not want to see you two in my chambers again, unless you are called for.”
[ She watched as they fled, closing the doors behind themselves, and she turned back to Merlin, her softer side coming out. She reached out, and took his hands, staring at them slowly, before looking at his eyes. She knew that her own didn’t glow when she did her magic, she wondered why his did, and how he had learned actual spells. She was excited she had never met another like herself, and she realized that she probably never would again. She was going to keep him close. ]
”How did you….you are like me!”
( His moans merged with hers
and the soft whimpers were
more prominent as the moments
[ She could feel her body arching against his, and she gasped as his hands went to her hips, the penetration was so intense, and she didn’t want this moment to end. Her lips met his, and she continued to move up, and down on him, the thrusting, and movement was enough to cause her to feel pleasure. She never wanted to let go of him, and she pressed her lips softly to his. ]
[ She softly pulled up, and felt him fall out of her, before she moved to lay back on the bed, and pulled him softly on top of her, her eyes gazing up into his as she guided his erection back inside of her core, and she whispered softly into his ear. ]
”Move inside of me.”
[ She instructed, teaching him. ]
[ carve your heart into mine ]
[ brush me with venomous lips ]
[ tear me to passionate strips ]
Killian had not been with a woman in so long, had not even thought about it, because being with a woman meant letting someone in, past all the walls he had built since the death of Milah. His eyes remained on hers, taking in every little detail as her fingernails dragged down his back, He relished the slight pain, lapping it up as if it was pure undiluted pleasure. He could not stop kissing her skin, marking her because he wanted every single one of his crew to know who she belonged to in that moment.
Maybe it was selfish but suddenly the thought of any other man touching her ignited an angry fire inside of him. He had barely known her five minutes but he already knew that he wanted her. Wanted her to be his. And not in the sick twisted way that Peter had claimed her.
No he wanted it to be her choice, like it had been tonight, His lips brushed over her collarbone, his fingertips grasping her hips as they moved, low moans slipping his lips. “fuck…lass” it came out almost incoherent, but mostly because he could feel how close to the edge he was, The pirate Captain had known he would not last very long but then that was to be expected.
He had not been with a woman in over a hundred years, this was the first time in a long time. And then she felt him clenching around him he tumbled off the edge unable to stop himself.
He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing each and every moan that they both made , their breathing ragged as he continued to thrust into her, riding out his orgasm. Eventually he stilled, his face buried in her neck by this point. “Fuck.” he murmured, his words muffled slightly. He leaned up his eyes finding hers, his only hand supporting him as he pulled out.
( Breathing was becoming heavier, and
their heartbeats were becoming one. )
[ All the beauty could do was lay beneath him, and fall to pieces because of the immense pleasure he was causing in her. She wanted this, she realized it, and for the first time it wasn’t forced, it didn’t feel like her insides were going to be torn to pieces, she felt loved, and happy, but most of all she was attached to him. She needed, and wanted him, it might have been somewhat selfish, especially since she had no claim to him, but she wanted him, and only him. She wanted him to herself. ]
[ Just the thought of him being with another struck jealousy in her heart. She felt him releasing inside of her, his orgasm seconds after hers, and she wrapped her arms around him, tightly when he collapsed on top of her. She clung to him, her fingers moving to his hair, listening to the beauting of his heart, and hearing the soft swear word that emerged from his lips. Her fingers traced against his cheeks, and her lips met his, passionately. She was tangled with his body, and no one would have been able to tell where one began, and the other ended. She could still feel his erection inside of her, beginning to go back to it’s normal size, and slide out of her. ]
[ She wondered if he would regret her, regret what they had done, her body moved slowly, and her head rested against the pillows, turning them so they were both on their sides, and she could peer into his eyes, his perfect eyes, and play with the skin of his chest, tracing delicate circles there, before she leaned in, and pressed soft kisses to the skin she had traced. ]
”Don’t ever let me go….I want to stay with you….forever….Promise me….”
[ The beauty admitted, not caring if she barely knew him, she knew that she would fall in love with him, just because of how much he seemed to care about her, and she traced her fingers against his neckline, where she had left marks, they were still on his skin, the entire crew would know what they did, but she couldn’t find herself caring about that at all. ]
Hook was completely in shock by the young girls behaviour. Pan’s mental attacks on her must have been often and for a very long time. He knew that people didn’t age in Neverland, that much had become clear, but the girl looked barely sixteen years old. He manoeuvred himself out from underneath her. “Lass, this is not what I want.” He told her, sternly. He walked across the room to the furthest most point for her. “I will help you out of here, but you can’t be doing that to me, or any of my men.” He tried to make himself sound as fear as he could.
He watched as the girl twitched and fidgeted in from of him. It was not often that hook would offer to help someone, and even less often would he turn down an offer of that sort. “Now listen, we need to get from here back to my ship, without attracting too much attention.” He looked at her awaiting a response of some sort.
( The beauty could feel the
ridged body of the pirate
as she straddled him. )
[ Her fingers moved down to her lap, and she gasped when she felt him lifting her off of him, and placing her onto the bed. She watched as he distanced himself, her eyes moved towards him. She didn’t understand, not really. Had she done something wrong? She was trying to remember what Peter had taught her. She couldn’t understand why he would want to help her for nothing in return. She had nothing else to give, she knew little to nothing about Peter, and even less about the island. She was the only thing she had to give. ]
”I don’t understand….did I do it wrong? Your men wouldn’t like me? Why would you help me for nothing in return?”
[ Peter had always loved it when she did that to him, it would make him hard ig nothing else. She tilted her head to the side, as she listened to the rest, and nodded, realizing she could always sort it out later, when she wasn’t in fear of being caught by Peter. She went to him, and took his hand, waiting for instructions. ]
[ No turning back now ]
[ Needed to feel something ]
[ Anything ]
[ Needed to feel her ]
Killian knew in hindsight this had probably been a bad idea, one of the worst ones he had ever had, but at that moment he could not care any less. His breathing hash his bright blue hues darkened with lust and desire. His continued to thrust into her, his lips finding the curve of her flawless neck, marking it, kissing it. Because he wanted her to feel something she had probably never felt with Pan. Pleasure. His lips moved to her breasts kissing and sucking here and there in between thrusts. Not once thinking about how wrong this was, and how she had assumed it was her duty to give herself to him.
She was over one hundred years old, he knew that, knew she had arrived here around the second time he had, but she still resembled a teenager, and he knew he would be feeling that guilt, feeling like he had taken advantage the next day. He might even push her away for a while, regretting it because in some way it would feel like he had betrayed Milah. Milah. His first love. The reason he had come to Neverland.
The pirate pushed those thoughts out of his mind, not wishing to be dragged back to that dark place, to experience all that pain and anguish. As the beauty lay there, loud moans leaving her lips, a look of pure and undiluted beautiful pleasure crossing her face he knew that the crew had probably herd them by now but right now he didnt care. Several groans slipped his lips, even her name, which he repeated over and over like it was a prayer of some kind.
His lips brushing teasingly over her own with each thrust, a sheen of sweat forming over his muscles. The cabin would of been silent had it not been for their steady breaths and her rather loud moans that bounced off the walls. From that delicious sound he could tell, knew that she was enjoying this as much as he was and that it was probably the first time she had experienced pleasure during sex, that Peter probably could not of cared less how she had felt. “Beautiful, so beautiful love” he murmured in her ear, their bodies moving in a steady rhythm, entwined in the most beautiful manner.
( Soft whimpers escape her lips,
while her body continued to
react to the thrusts, and his
[ He was the best thing that had ever happened to her, she was thankful that she had landed on his ship, that he had rescued her from the waters, now she was indulging in the one thing she had associated with pain all these years. It was so pleasurable, she had never felt anything like it before, and her hips continued to grind against his as he thrust into her, deeper, and deeper. Her lips met his, as he finished marking her body, claiming her, as she had in turn claimed him. She knew that the entire ship could probably hear what they were doing, mostly because neither of them could contain their moans, but she realized that she didn’t care. ]
[ She wanted them to hear, he deserved to feel pleasure, it was something he had clearly been without for so long. Her fingers traced his cheeks, and her lips continued to trace against his. Her hips arched, and her moans continued. She could feel her peak getting closer, and she knew that it would be explosive this time. She had had an orgasm before, but never had it felt this intense before. She realized that she had needed this, just as much as he did. The way his lips met hers, and his body was melding against her own was driving her wild. ]
”It feels….so good….”
[ The beauty whimpered, her eyes flicking closed as her body began to tremble underneath him, an orgasm washing through her, and her fingers grasped at his skin. As the pleasure washed through her, she felt her eyes close, and gasped against his lips. ]
"Tiresome, Sister? You think it’s a bit tiresome that I am chasing you with the intent to kill you? I’ve never wished this sort of fear on you. I have never wanted you to look over your shoulder in fear, as I have, for centuries, but you - like our brother, overlook all that our father had done to me. You called him here to our home and you had the audacity to weep like it hurt you that she burned, that Elijah would stay and confront himlike it all came as a shock to you.”
He advanced on her slowly, holding tight to the stake that would destroy her. He wanted to plunge it in her chest. It would be fitting, wouldn’t it? He killed their mother, now he would kill his sister. “You CALLED HIM HERE!”
His voice broke in raw anguish. Centuries later, he still feared Mikael and all that he could bring down upon him. “You knew what he would do, and you did. not. care.”
Klaus exhaled in a hard woof of a sound. “But you only reach out your hand to treat me kindly after you do something to strike me down and now you judge me for wanting you out of my life. I want you dead. I want you gone. I want the bitch that would raise me with one hand only to strike me down with the other to disappear. Fault me, hate me, revile me - I care not, sister. I will kill you regardless.”
( Tears were starting to well
in the beauty’s eyes, every
single time that she went
against him he would do this
to her, hurt her, and yell
at her. )
[ Every single moment that she felt like her own world was caving in, she would try to turn to her brother, and he would betray her. He spoke of betrayals as though he was the only one that had ever been betrayed, as though he was the only one that had ever had his very core torn to shreds from realizing that there was never anyone in this world he could trust. She stared from the dagger in his hand to his eyes once more, the thought of running from him, wasn’t even in her mind. She wouldn’t run, and she wouldn’t live in fear. ]
”You speak of betrayals….how many times have you turned around, and stabbed me with this bloody dagger?! How many times have you 'punished' me, or Elijah, because we didn’t do everything you wanted, when you wanted it?! You speak about trust, and loyalty?! You are loyal to nothing, and no one! You stab your family members, and keep them in boxes like it is some kind of morbid way of controlling everyone! Well guess what?! I got sick of always living in fear! Of having to look over my shoulder, and you will not do that to me again! I will never live in fear of you! Ever! You are nothing but a coward! Our father was the only person that could ever even remotely prevent you from doing stupid, and selfish things!”
[ Tears were pouring down her cheeks, and she reached out, grabbing the dagger from him, and wrenched it from his hand, glaring at him, before she threw it to the ground, her fingers moving to his cheeks, forcing him to look her in the eyes. ]
“I loved you! I still love you, and all you do, is threaten me! And find reasons to hate me! Fine Nic….be angry, but get over it, it was a century ago! You don’t hate me, you could never truly hate me!”