#once upon a queue

Torbek: Death penalty.

Gideon, from the gallery: Torbek, it’s just a parking ticket.

Me, with chronic pain and various mental illnesses: if I could have a power it would be to make others feel my pain or push it off onto them

My partner, a normal ass person: ...or you could just have the power to not feel your pain????

“How do you find me so easily? Because you are the brightest star,” he said, a murmur over my lips. “And the brightest star needs the darkest night.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Emma Swan Additional Tags: Emma Swan POV, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, First Date, Getting Together, Captain Hook | Killian Jones is Bad at Flirting, Bisexual Emma Swan, Bisexual Regina Mills, Alternate Universe - Peter Pan | Malcolm's Dark Curse Never Happened, Multiamory March 2025, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Multiamory March Series: Part 4 of multiamory march 2025, Part 1 of s3 divergent captainswanqueen Summary:

Multiamory March Day 4: N+1 things

Eventually, Regina took the papers back and left, and Emma was finally able to shoo Killian out. She took a deep breath, trying to cool down her face. Fuck.

or, 3 times Emma made an excuse to hide her feelings, and the one time she got called out on it.

I am in the process of creating a new blog. I will be moving solely to this new blog. I will be much more selective then previous blogs with characters, threads & ideas. I will be extending an invite to particular blogs I currently write with. This is due to changes in activity moving forward. It is likely that some stories might be continued, but also highly likely that some couples might be jumped forward to brand new threads. I am also not likely to spend much time in the tags, but we shall see how that goes..

I have really enjoyed being on this particular blog, but it is time for a change. I need to switch things up a bit. I need to be a bit more selective with my time, energy & peace. I love writing but ultimately it's a hobby, and I hope you all understand any choices & decisions that I make moving forward, including have less threads, with less people and also being less active at times. If this means you are no longer interested, I understand, but these are changes I need to make.

I want to continue writing, creating & enjoying, and will be inviting some of you over to the new blog. I also hope you understand that I will be taking some time off at the end of the year/start of next year. I'll be around for small chats & discord conversations, but ultimately, my brain & creativity will need a break.

If anybody has any questions, please let me know. I'll be reaching out to a few of you over the next few days as I get started on a new blog & will be reposting this message for timezones aswell.

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The kids have been having a hard time with the one night they don’t have Dean to tuck them in. Whatever Cas did, the kids would correct him and tell him Dean did it this way or did it that way. He simply couldn’t get it right. Even Claire was missing Dean, showing her fear of losing the one person who finally got her to be less angry at the world.

After finally getting the kids to bed, Cas walks into the kitchen to find Balthazar lounging around in his robe with a drink in one hand and scrolling through movie reviews with the other. Cas stands over his shoulder, trying to read it, but his eyes gaze over, not caring enough but still, he sighs.

“Would you like a drink, sir?” Balthazar sounded exasperated with him already, even if he has only been in the room for less than a minute.

“Please.” Cas fetches a cup and holds it out for Balthazar to pour some whiskey into it. He has been feeling restless all night but can’t pinpoint the reason why. “You know, Mr. Winchester would have loved talking about horrible movies with you.”

“Yes. I know.”

“I wonder how he is.”

“I’m sure he is enjoying his date, sir.” Balthazar takes a sip of his drink as he keeps his eyes on the screen in front of him.

Cas walks over to stand by the kitchen island. He already undid his tie, undid his top four buttons, and he can’t imagine how his hair looked after pacing the living room for a good 20 minutes.

He swirled his drink before downing the whole thing in one gulp.

“Or he can be having a miserable time, sir. The man was a mortician, after all. I don’t think that would fit Mr. Winchester’s happy-go-lucky attitude very well.”

Cas perks up at that, feeling his chest warm-up — probably because of the drink actually— as he stands up straighter with a hopeful grin. “You think so?”

“Have I ever wronged you, sir?”

“You’re right, Balthazar! He would never like that-that depressing man.” Cas smile grows. “Cause you know, the kids, they would miss him very much if he left.”

Balthazar shuts his laptop as he rolls his eyes, “For god’s sake, sir! It’s only the first-!” He looks at Cas’s stunned expression before slowly falling back in his chair, a cheeky smile on his face. “I mean, with all due respect, sir.”

“Yes.” Cas sighs, ignoring the outburst. “I think you’re right. I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?”

“Maybe a tad bit, sir.”

A chuckle came out of his mouth as Cas opens the trash can and plucks out the bag to throw it outside. He walks towards the back door as he says, “I didn’t see anything between them anyways. I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

Cas pulls the back door open only to find Dean and his date making out. Leaving Cas standing there stunned and fumbling, not knowing if he should break them apart or close the door.

“I don’t see anything between them either, sir.” Balthazar joked as they both watched Dean press closer to his date. Unaware of their audience. Balthazar was the one to finally close the door, taking the bag of trash away from Cas, as he leads him towards the stairs. “I believe it’s time for you to go to bed, Mr. Novak.”

“Yes. Yes. You’re probably right.” Cas shook his head, hoping to erase that image away like an etch a sketch, but he still saw Dean’s mouth being sucked on. “Goodnight.”

“Night, sir.”

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