The moment they part, both blonde and brunette freeze a breath away from one another, time slowing to a drastic stop.
Their eyes casually roll open, dark chocolate brown locking with a light hazelnut, and each woman catch themselves in a battle of fight or flight, daring the other to make the first move.
"I…" Victoria feels faint and pauses to supply oxygen to her lungs, tongue darting out in a quick swipe. "I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me."
For the first time in her life, she doesn’t know what to do or how to properly handle a situation like this, and her heart beats against her ribcage, feeling utterly foolish for getting ahead of herself.
Emily glances down at the older woman’s lips again and says, “I’m not.”
"Alright," Nolan exhaled as he made himself comfortable on the couch with baby Mathis in the bouncer atop the coffee table opposite him. "We can do this, right?"
The infant merely stared back with the bluest eyes he’s ever seen and the cutest damn onesie he swears was ever made, the attached hood complete with little antlers and cushioned hoof feet.
It is almost Christmas, after all.
"Mommy and daddy needed some alone time," he explained, leaning forward on his knees for emphasis. "But who needs them when you can hangout with jolly’ole saint Nolan!"
"Well," he rethought with a tilt of his head and the baby imitated him, as if to agree, while continuing to gaze on with a kind of bored fascination. "You can scratch jolly, and I’m certainly not a saint. I’m more of the uh, devastatingly suave uncle. On your mother’s side."
When he’d said the word, it fell out of his mouth without even thinking, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to fit.
"Uncle Nolan," he tried out for size, a warm smile stretching along his jaw. "I like the sound of that."
"You bastard, let go of me!" Victoria practically screamed at him, struggling to free herself from his grasp; although she was the one who had initiated the attack, claws bared, she hadn’t anticipated his deftness.
"Why don’t you whistle for your broomstick, maybe it’ll come and get you." Aiden shot back, tightening his grip around her wrists but he hadn’t anticipated her strength, before forcing the brunette in reverse until they bumped flush against each other adjacent with the nearest wall.
"Take your hands off me—"
"Go ahead, try something, try something!”
Unfortunately for them both, neither had anticipated the blow of temptation until their lips met.
There’s a saying that true intentions are revealed when in a crisis, or something to that effect, and as he hangs back, only now does Daniel realize how distraught she’s acting, how concerned, and how it isn’t aimed at him.
In fact, this is the most emotional he’s ever seen Emily.
He should be proud by how much she cares, how loving and open and charitable he’s always known her to be, but her almost overwrought demeanor to approach, to be of help, is not for a stranger or some unfortunate bystander.
Perhaps if it were, he wouldn’t feel this immense sense of betrayal, because they’re engaged, have been for quite some time, and that should mean something.
It doesn’t, at least not anymore, simply based on the tears of relief that he watches leak down her face while she runs into the arms of another man—a one Mr Mathis—and he laughs bitterly to himself.
Perhaps his family truly are doomed to repeat history.
So - I basically once a Once fanfic/AU where Regina and Snow go through “Do You Wanna Build A Snowman” with Regina as Elsa and Snow as Anna.
Or something longer than that, maybe. But, yeah, that’s basically what I keep seeing in my head.
(And then, like, the last verse would be right after Leopold died or something because Regina did give Snow that hug thing.)
I want this so much, and I have yet to see the film in its entirety.
5 Sentence Fics
I still have prompts in my inbox, but it’s late here where I am and I’m tired, so I promise to continue tomorrow (;
Keep sending them in, though! All ships apply!
P.S: Does anyone know what the official ship names are for Revenge?
- Victoria x Emily: Vemily/VictEm
- Victoria x Conrad: ConVict
- Victoria x Aiden: Vaiden
- Victoria x Nolan: ?
- Victoria x Jack: ?
- Victoria x Patrick: ?
- Victoria x David: Vivid
- Emily x Aiden: Aimily
- Emily x Daniel: Demily/Damily
- Emily x Nolan: Nemily
- Emily x Amanda: ?
- Emily x Jack: ?
- Jack x Amanda: ?
- Jack x Ashley: ?
- Jack x Margot: ?
- Nolan x Jack: ?
- Nolan x Patrick: ?
- Nolan x Aiden: ?
- Charlotte x Declan: ?
- Charlotte x Jack: ?
- Charlotte x Regina: ?
- Conrad x Lydia: ?
- Conrad x Ashley: ?
Am I missing any?
He bends down to run his hands up the back of her legs, hiking her skirt along the way, then is lifting Emily into the air by her inner thighs so the blonde’s legs will coil around his waist.
She nips and bites the skin behind Aiden’s ear, smirking and giggling when he hisses in response, before soothing her teeth marks with chaste kisses.
His hands automatically roam to her ass once he leans their shared weight against the locked door and the string of her thong loops over the knuckles of his fingers as they gain purchase of the perked hole.
Emily moans with gratification, only for her excitement to heighten when she feels them trail further to her heated core and she bores down as much as can be done given her current position.
Aiden’s smile broadens even more when a quick intake of breath whisks past his face at the digging of his fingertips between moist folds, and to think, from the reaction he’s elicited already, of what all they’re in for as they’ve barely just begun.
He really shouldn’t be here, Emily thinks with a sigh of resignation, and she’s practically shooting daggers at him every time their gazes meet.
Then she has to physically restrain herself from doing something irrational when on second thought, Aiden’s not even bothering to hide his fixated stare.
She finally tears herself away in order to march toward him and give a piece of her mind, but the closer she approaches, the looser her hold of self control becomes.
Emily must stray strong, however, mustn’t give into those lust-filled orbs that are seemingly undressing her, least she succumb to imploring that he take her right here and now.
Aiden’s posture has straightened to an almost anticipated stance by the time the blonde finishes making her way over and he swallows her quiet reprimands with a curt nod of obedience, swiftly departing from the party without another word; though not before his hand brushes her lower back in an otherwise intimate caress, not missing the fact that Emily allows it, and all the while catching Victoria’s eye at the opposite end of the room.
It’s been a long, very trying day for Victoria and all she can think about as soon as her heels cross the threshold of the beach house is make a b-line for the master suite and put everything off until tomorrow.
She’s a little agitated and although she’s a little tired, she sure could use a little sympathy from the one who…then it dawns on her. As she takes in the ready made table complete with burnt out candles, the wine glasses, the opened bottle of Le Pin—that thing she couldn’t put her finger on all afternoon, that she could slap herself now for forgetting—from the one who had told her time and again for the last week to be home hours ago.
The wince can’t be helped when Victoria chances a quick glimpse at the clock on the wall, because it’s late, really late, too late to somehow make up for her incompetence, but she slowly climbs the stairs with a wary gate, nevertheless; only to find her favorite blonde handcuffed to the cast iron bars of the headboard, wearing fiery red lipstick and little else, dead to the world.
"Emily?" she calls softly and the younger woman stirs awake. "What are you doing?"
"If you have to ask, I failed." huffs the blonde, disappointment coloring her cheeks and Emily adjusts on the mattress in an attempt to sit up. "Take these cuffs off?"
"Sure," Victoria smirks devilishly, slipping out of her coat. "When I’m done with you."
And they had so many scenes in which I would find myself screaming at them to at the very least KISS!! Fantastic! :D and since you're on a roll, I'll ask for more :p
Let me tell you, I was squealing like a little girl when he emerged from the shower in the beach house and she handed him that towel…I was yelling, “jump him!”
Oh I dont feel ashamed hahahaha people who dont ship those two should though :p they are super hot together! If I did, I wouldn't try writing those two together. But it is smut. Now that is something I am not comfortable asking hahaha and OMG THAT GIF!!!! HOW CAN PEOPLE NOT SHIP THEM?! I just cant! They give me so many feelings!!!! I'm soo glad you're going to write it. :D THANK YOU! Can not wait to read it! :)
I KNOW! I so know.
I’m working on it now as we speak, so keep a look out! I can’t promise that it’ll be posted today, but it seems I’m on a roll (;
The sounds coming through the receiver are enough to satisfy him alone despite the absence of her touch or the touch of her. But David doesn’t have it in him to block the steamy picture Victoria’s currently painting.
Her words are colorful, sensual, lewd, all things he’s heard before when they’re able to meet in person, in the privacy behind closed doors, to express their desires with stencils of passionate fingers, lips and teeth; yet dire trills shoot down his spine, stiffening the muscle of his groan, and a hand soon disappears beneath the waistband of his boxers.
She whispers in his ear that she can feel him, that she’s close, oh so close, albeit the yards of reeds and sand and miles of heavy clouds between them, and the man who entitles himself her husband that essentially has the power to keep the two apart and separate them forever.
That should threaten him, the simple fact that should they get caught, should the phone line they’re currently occupying be compromised, adultery will be the least of his worries.
Still David groans with delight because right now he can’t seem to find a care, because he can feel Victoria, too, and if they fall—when they fall—they’ll drop together.
Breath hits her ear before the words register and she jumps slightly with the tiniest yelp of surprise that quirks the corners of his lips; that will be denied if asked.
"Happy anniversary," whispers Aiden, wrapping his arms around her ever-expanding middle where she stands from behind, scratching the gruff of his cheek against the smooth softness of her own.
A single rose is presented in front by a ring finger-banded hand and Emily releases the breath she’d just drawn in, out in admiration.
"You remembered," she smiles, leaning into the embrace and sliding her arms down along his until Emily’s able to pluck the flower from her husband’s grasp and lift it to her nose.
"How could I forget?" he scoffs, offended by the accusation, but it isn’t to be taken seriously because he then answers his own question. "It was the happiest day of my life."
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jack immediately regrets them. Because despite how angelic she appears right now—lying next to him with her blonde hair spread across his pillow—he’s only too aware of the demons that lurk just beneath the surface.
For a moment Jack swears he can feel them when her body bristles, as if seemingly moving under the skin. He supposes the mere thought of the past causes them to scurry from the back of her mind, darkening the rest, and where the bedroom had long been sanctified from the intimacy they’ve shared since childhood of no more lies, no more secrets, no judgement, the mood has quickly grown hostile.
But Emily, who never ceases to amaze him even after all this time, too knows that, if for no one else, he is who she can confide in, who has done and who will continue to do; with her secrets, with her scars, with care and with love.
She offers him a weary smile before she speaks, one of sorrow and animosity as is fatigue, because even though it pains her to relive that part of her life, Emily also knows it’s healing in some ways; a cleansing of the soul as it were.
So she tells him—everything—and feeds his curiosity, rewards him for his patience and understanding, and perhaps in doing so, Amanda will finally be reunited to them both.
5 sentences? Can I ask for more?
Of course you can (;