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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Pan covers my mouth as I open it to scream for help, his magic stronger than ever as he uses it to throw me on the bed and tie me down, the lace gloves appearing there right afterward to block my magic. "Now, now," he chides," no need for tantrums." He moves his index finger and a gag appears in my mouth, the freshly laundered sock not moving no matter how much I try to spit it back out. My sheets serve as ties, keeping my hands and legs down so I don't hit or kick at Pan. How did he even get in here? Pup and Fidget should have sensed the magic and went for his jugular. "As spirited as I remember, I see. Good to know, I like that quality in the woman I've chosen to give me a son." I scream into the gag, hoping for Dad to walk in and find me. Sure, I'll probably get the I told you so speech, but I'd rather that than being around Pan.
Pan moves his hand again, the gag disappearing along with my ability to speak above a whisper. "How did you get back in town," I snarl, glaring up at him as he paces around my room. The whispering made me sound about as threatening as someone writing using Comic Sans.
"Mordred helped me and then I killed him and took his place and his magic." He shrugs with a lazy smile, leaning against a bedpost. "He really did hate you, you know. Amazing what hatred can do to a man's sense of judgement."
"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, buckaroo, but I can't have kids." Pan's expression darkens and he moves faster than I thought possible, suddenly kneeling over me with his fingers digging into my shoulders as he gives me a hard shake.
"What do you mean you can't have children?"
"I mean that it's impossible, I have something wrong with me and I can't do it. I've known that since I was fourteen—well, fourteen in this world, anyway. You would've known that if you weren't such a prick." He raises his hand, the motion alone triggering a memory from when Vincent had hit me, making me automatically flinch back and squeeze my eyes closed. Then the pain hit me, not from a backhanded slap, but from his hand plunging into my chest and yanking out my heart. I let out a pained squeak, unable to do much more with Pan's magic working on my vocal chords.
"I should crush your heart, Morgan. Crush it and take care of three different problems at once—you wouldn't be a disappointment to me any longer, your beloved pirate of a father would be broken, and Rumpelstiltskin would be ripe for manipulating." I can't say anything, the intense pain worse than I ever thought it could be, the tight grasp he has on my heart making my chest ache. Is this what it felt like when Papa held Dad's heart in his hand? I let out a gasp, sucking in a deep breath of air when his grip relaxes around the organ, an evil grin making its way on his face. "It's a good thing we have magic in this world, Morgan, because it's the only thing saving your life." His free hand covers my lower stomach, his fingers splayed over the soft flesh and his eyes closed as he concentrates on healing something he can't see or really understand.
"Get off me!" The hand on my stomach moves to hold my neck, lifting my head off the bed and forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Please, just stay away from me."
"There will come a day when you will conceive my son, though it will be years in the future before that happens. I look forward to it, but until then, I think I should hold onto this—safekeeping and all that." He holds my heart up for me to see, a dark red and glowing a faint yellow from protective magic. Parts of the organ are beginning to fade to black, but most of it is still healthy and unaffected by my dark deeds. "The next time I see you, it will be like you never discovered me in your room that night—you'll be happy to see me and it'll be just like old times." I don't respond to him as he leans down and presses his lips against the corner of my mouth, the kiss chaste, but his fingers linger on my throat before he releases me. "Until tomorrow, my darling." His magic swirls around him, filling my bedroom with an outdoorsy scent that lingers long after Pan has gone. Slowly, I raise up on my elbows, rubbing the spots where the sheet had dug in and left red marks.
"I am so screwed."
Agrabah—Past
Aladdin looks around him, tugging at the collar of his shirt in obvious discomfort as the other nobility walk around him. "Stop that," his companion frowns, fixing the collar and straightening Aladdin's hat. "Honestly, I thought you were supposed to be the people person here." Aladdin can't meet Mozenrath's gaze, a blush turning his tanned cheeks a dark red as his eyes fix on his white boots. Everything in the palace seemed to go by the same color scheme—white, gold, and cream. Jasmine had been the only person in the palace to defy it and wear turquoise, but she's been dead for three years and now Aladdin's fiance is the rebel, dressed in his usual deep blue robes. "Cheer up, tomorrow should be easier since we won't have to be around these people for very long."
"Sorry, Moze, it's just all strange since the last time we had this kind of party here, it was Jasmine fussing over me." Mozenrath tenses at the dead princess's name, his right hand clenching into a fist—a flesh and blood hand now, no longer made of brilliant white bone or hidden in the magical Gauntlet. He still couldn't stand the thought of Jasmine being near Aladdin, even after all these years and all of the I love you's they have shared with each other. "Okay, now it's your turn to relax. We're going to be married tomorrow, shouldn't you be happy about that?"
"I'll be happy once the ceremony is completed and your coronation goes successfully." There was chatter floating around of an assassination plot, one Mozenrath seems to have countered well by creating a protective spell around Aladdin, but the person Aladdin was most concerned about was the Necromancer himself. It would be too bold for assassins to kill the future Sultan, especially since several of the nobles like Aladdin and the way he stepped up when the previous Sultan fell ill, but it was no secret that even more people hated Mozenrath for the destruction he'd wrought in his time. "I need a drink, do you want one?"
"Yes, please." Mozenrath nods, making his way through the crowd, Aladdin watching him until even his dark blue turban disappears from sight, lost in a sea of people visiting for the next few days.
"You both look rather happy," a familiar voice states from behind. Aladdin turns with an eager smile, finding the brown-haired beauty known as Belle. Aladdin's advisers had tried to set up a marriage between the two, but it was obvious it would never had worked since he and Belle would never be able to move past friendship—not after the close relationship she'd had with Jasmine, that would feel like disrespecting the Princess's memory. "I've missed you, Aladdin."
"I missed you, too." The pair hugs, not too long as to cause gossip, but long enough to express the sentiments they wanted to other to know. "I've been meaning to visit, but the Ogre Wars have really done a number on the roads and paths from here to your kingdom. Even Mozenrath is having a hard time traveling to the Black Sands and back here."
"I know, it's horrible, but hopefully it will be over with soon. My father has spoke of a man that might be able to help turn the tides."
Killian—The Next Morning
Killian had hoped to have an uneventful morning, well, as far as uneventful could be in Storybrooke, but he couldn't have been more shocked when none other than Peter Pan walked into Aveena's apartment like he owned the place. "Morning, Captain," Pan greets with a smirk, taking the box of doughnuts out of Killian's hand and carrying them into the kitchen, Killian standing in the living room in shock for a moment before following behind the demon. Aveena is sitting on the kitchen counter, licking the chocolate frosting off a doughnut while Pan leans against the counter beside her. She's still dressed in the nightgown Killian doesn't approve of, the garment too short for his little girl to be wearing, too much cleavage showing despite the multi-colored robe she has on. Killian's blood begins to boil when he notices that Pan's gaze keeps moving to Aveena's breasts, never lingering on her face for long.
"Hey, Dad," Vee smiles, crossing her legs at the ankles and swinging them a little as she eats.
"What the bloody hell is he doing here," Killian demands, not wasting valuable time with pleasantries. Aveena looks confused, her gaze darting between Pan and Killian.
"What do you mean? Pan's been here since we brought him back from Neverland." With a growl, Killian grabs Pan by the front of his shirt, slamming the man against the wall with enough force to crack the drywall. Pan grunts at the impact, but seems otherwise unsurprised at the sudden attack. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"What did you do to my daughter, you bastard?" Pan smirks, Aveena hopping down from her spot on the counter, but freezing in her tracks at a simple look from Pan. That's something his daughter would never do, even if it meant saving her life, she hated taking orders. "What did you do?" He slams him against the wall again, harder this time.
"Wouldn't the real question be what I haven't done," Pan asks arrogantly, not quick enough to dodge Killian's fist as it connects with the side of Pan's face. The bastard stumbles to the side, rubbing his jaw with a smile. "Good, Captain, really let go of all that anger. It's not healthy to have it all bottled up inside, but I do have to warn you that I have something you'd hold most dear to you. An ace of hearts, if you will." Pan pulls out something red from the bag hanging up a few feet away, the thing creating a rhythmic beating sound that Killian recognizes in a second. "Ah, yes, you know who this belongs to, don't you? And you wouldn't want anything to happen to it?"
"You know damn well I don't."
"Good." Pan's eyes connect with Aveena's from across the room, a silent command that Aveena carries out, crossing the room in quick and confident strides until she's by his side and smiling like everything's alright. "So, unless you want pretty Morgan here to suffer the consequences, you had better behave and keep your nose out of my business." It took all Killian had not to stab Pan then and there with the spoon lying nearby, only the fear of him dropping or crushing Aveena's heart keeping him where he is. "Come on, my darling, I believe we have plans." Pan stuffs the heart back in the bag before shouldering it and wrapping an arm around Aveena's waist, Killian looking away when his daughter willingly kisses the demon. He knows nothing Aveena does from here until her heart's back in her chest is truly willing, but it still made him sick to see that smile plastered on her face.
Gold—That Night
When he walks into his daughter's apartment, Gold had been hoping to have a moment to just sit with her and listen to her voice, but his plans changed when he found Morgan lying on the couch in a sort of trance, her hands clasped together on her stomach and the nightgown she has on a foreign one made of long white cotton. "I see you finally made it." Gold's eyes move from his daughter's sleeping form to Pan, the other man standing a few feet away with Morgan's heart in his hand. "I've made a mistake, Rumple, and I need to repair it before it's too late."
"I should kill you right now," Gold snarls, in no mood after what he'd just witnessed.
"If you did that, then you would destroy the heart of the person we both care a great deal for." Pan holds the heart up higher, his grasp on it loose to ensure Morgan felt no pain or discomfort. "I think Mordred is trying to dig his claws into me since I absorbed his magic. I need you to fix that for me."
"And why would I do that when I can just take my daughter's heart and crush yours?"
"Because I don't know where my heart is, but I do know that my anger spikes easily these days and Morgan's life, quite literally, is in my hand. Now, will you help me or not?" Gold says nothing for a moment, moving to check Morgan's pulse and feel the soft flesh of her cheek to make sure she wasn't cold or burning with fever. "Please, Rumple, I just want my happy ending like everyone else."
"Return her heart first." It took a lot for Gold to spit those words out, but he would rather team up with Pan temporarily than risk loosing his daughter forever. Pan does just that, easing the heart back in its place, stepping back when Morgan sits bolt upright on the couch with a gasp, her blue eyes wide as she looks around the room. "Are you alright, little bird?"
"Gah," she moans, rubbing her chest," I feel like Zeus used me for target practice." She looks up at him, shaking slightly, but relatively fine. "You look like you just saw your childhood puppy get hit by a Mack truck."
"Yes, well, an old enemy using your heart as a bargaining chip and my wife cheating on me with another man tends to earn this expression, I think." Morgan rolls her eyes, letting Gold remove the lace gloves so she could use her magic to send Pan somewhere else in Storybrooke. "Why do you look like you know something I don't? I don't like that look, Dear, it makes me nervous."
"You think Belle's dating someone?"
"Isn't it obvious? She's dating Mister Faith from the theater." Morgan clears her throat a little awkwardly, giving him a look. "What, I saw them embrace each other and he placed a kiss on her lips."
"Papa, Nicky's gay."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he's been helping Belle sort through stuff in your shop since he's got a little better grasp of magic than she does. He's married to a certain Necromancer and they must have returned from their honeymoon." It dawned on Gold then, that those two men weren't just very good friends like he had assumed all along. It also made sense why Morgan was so comfortable around the pair since men usually made her nervous. "Well, you're not the brightest light bulb in the pack, but you do well enough." The sympathetic pat she gives his shoulder is enough to set Gold laughing, relief coursing through him after all that has happened today. He needed his daughter's sarcasm or else he'd have nothing to brighten the dark days in his life.
Yep, Mordred's trying to take over Pan in order to get revenge and Pan has no clue where his heart has run off to. I know I let Morgan get her heart back pretty early, but I wanted to show that it was mostly Mordred doing the taking instead of Pan himself.
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