Hi Everyone! This is the a collection of one-shots I want to write about Will and Anastasia but I need some prompts! I love this pairing and I want to write more so...
I would like to keep it AU which means Will and Ana in Storybrooke however these shots can be either fluffy or angsty or smutty or family whatever you want and they can include any other OUAT Characters as well, whatever you want.
I am really excited about this so please let me know (if it does get to the prompts stage it should be about 30 one-shots)x
Disclaimer-I own nothing though I will apologise in advance for the smut-it's not something i'm used to writing.
And please let me know what you think and if you have any prompts please give them and I will try to update as soon as.
A Collection of Stars
Chapter 1-
Dreams from a Desperate Man
While trapped in jail Will let's himself believe for one perfect moment that Anastasia is real-Angsty smut
Sometimes Will dreams. He dreams about Anastasia. He dreams about a house and a wedding and children that look just like her. He sees two boys with blonde hair that sit on his knee and listen to him tell them stories and he sees himself tucking them into bed and watching them sleep before he crawls into his bed and hold his wife. His queen. His Ana.
Sometimes Will dreams. He dreams that they didn't defeat Jafar and that he didn't break the law of magic and Anastasia is still dead her blonde hair surrounding her. He dreams that Ana is pregnant with his child when Jafar stabs her and he sobs and screams and pleads as the life bleeds out of her and his child and he begs Jafar to kill him next, utterly pathetic only to have him leave him their trapped in his nightmare begging to die.
Sometimes Will dreams. He dreams that they all survived and he's in Storybrooke and Ana and him are in his apartment-in his bed and she's pressing kisses to him, riding him until he can't feel where he ends and she begins and his bones are numb. And as they climb down Ana laughs breathlessly.
These are the dreams that wake him up at night. The first set make him wake up with a smile before he realises that it's not his life and he pours himself a drink and ends up in an alcoholic stupor, the second set make him wake up his chest heavy, covered in sweat, crying and shaking. The third set make him wake up and turn over in his bed rutting against the sheets like a starved dog, it's the aftermath that makes him want to cry-it feels like he's done something disgusting to Anastasia's memory.
If she's even dead.
Tonight as he lies in his bunk in the cell he realises that tonight is going to be one of those nights.
He hears her first. Her quick steps clacking against the floor her black heels leading up to the rest of her. He smells her next, her clean fresh water lily and rose scent that's her body and her hair that smells of vanilla. It's a contradiction of smells that make his eyes roll back in his head.
"Will?" she asks and Will looks up smiling wistfully. Ana is dressed like most women of the time. She's wearing blue jeans that frame her long legs and make his mouth water and a red lace up shirt with laces at the front and lace sleeves. Her hair is loose in soft curls and she's smiling.
"Will" she says running her hand down his face through the bars and Will closes his eyes at her touch and for once lets himself believe that she's there.
"Don't" he begs and Ana has the audacity to look heartbroken "Don't make believe that your real Ana please I can't…" and he looks away "Darling" she whispers edging closer her eyes wide and she uses her magic-what little of it she has to open the door edging closer even as Will edges away desperate not to fall, afraid of what will happen when he lands.
"I'm real, I came through in some portal Will" she smiles and Will bites back a small sob, she leans forwards her hands cupping each of Will's cheeks.
"I'm real" she whispers and Will breaks.
He stands up flinging her into his arms, her legs curling around his waist her heeled boots knocking the edge of his ass. "Ana" he croons running his hand through her blonde hair and kissing her solidly on the lips. It's like water to a dying man and Will never wants to pull away from her.
"Love" he whispers and Ana grins wickedly in response and Will knows that look. It makes everything rush south and the need to be buried in Anastasia's warmth is overwhelming.
Ana seems to be feeling the same way because she leans forwards and whispers in his ear "Fuck me Will, Fuck me right now"
Forget before-this is the true moment that Will breaks.
He leans forwards pressing a kiss to her mouth her, willing slave to do with what she wants. "Where" he mutters to distracted to do anything other than breath heavily as she presses small nips onto his earlobe. "Here" she whimpers back and Will's mind officially becomes dust.
He moves back out of the cell until they reach the desk. He drops Ana onto it and she giggles before jumping off to Emma's desk and jumping on that. She moves everything to one side before hoping on her desk leaning back her legs spread before her hands move to the laces on her shirt and Will watches as she frees one breast and then the other watching her shirt fall to the ground naked from the waist up.
"Come on Will" she says crooking her finger and Will moves so fast he surprises himself.
He pushes Ana back shredding his jacket and shirt his mouth sucking her collarbone before he moves lower. He presses small kisses around her nipple, never on it and Ana moans her sounds like music. He pushes her down her back to the desk and finally attaches his mouth to her nipple. He moves over and over again convinced he can never let go. When he finally pulls back both of her nipples are red and stiff and the outside of her breasts are purple and bruised. It sends a shiver of pride down him as he looks at his handy work with bright eyes.
Anastasia scrapes her nails down his back and Will nearly screams.
She uses that to push him on his back and in a flash her jeans are gone as are his alone with his shoes and socks and her boots. She's literally sat astride him wearing nothing but red panties that are dark and wet and Will feels the tent in his boxers worsen.
"Jesus Ana" he grunts and she giggles pressing down and watching him moan.
His hands move desperately to the thread that connects her panties together and with one quick fumble he rips them in two. With a flash of her eyes his boxers disappear and she grins, at his dumfounded expression before she lowers herself onto his dick impaling herself onto him and Will rolls his eyes panting harshly.
Slowly he began to move, desperate to control himself but nearly six months of having no contact with his woman, with his 'true love' with weeks of wondering, torturing himself with what could have happened that being inside of her, being this close to pure bliss makes him want to close his eyes and never let go. His hands on her hips anchoring her to him, leaving bruises-him and her. Will and Anastasia against the world.
If he choose one moment in his life where he could die it would be right now, seeing, hearing, smelling Anastasia wrapped all around him it would be right now and he would die happy with a smile on his face.
Anastasia gives a little whimper and Will flips them over wrapping her legs around him driving into her with wild thrusts her head knocking against the wood of the desk and her hair framing her face, "Will" she whispers her eyes shut her expression one of bliss. "Ana" he groans and that right there is when he knows he's gonna lose it.
And he does spectacularly. Ana goes with him and when they both plunge over the edge he's gripping onto her and her nails are in his shoulders and nothing…nothing… is better than this.
He collapses onto her his breath heavy and still he's desperately kissing her for all he's worth every inch of creamy skin he can reach he brands with his lips. "I love you" he says throughout his breathing, and Ana nods her hands stroking through his hair. She smiles pushing herself up and smiling at Will's whimper.
She uses her last bit of what he suspects is borrowed magic and transports them clothes and all into his apartment and Will regains enough strength into his muscles to sweep Ana up into his arms and carry her to his bed wrapping them into the sheets and wincing as he looks at the disarray.
But it seems that Ana only has eyes for him. She looks practically other worldly her eyes glazed her body on display and her lips swollen. Will leans his head down and she allows him to cuddle next to her pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Tomorrow" he says drowsily "I want you to marry me" Anastasia giggles and rubs her nose along his "Tomorrow" is all she says and Will smiles "I love you Ana" he looks up but Ana's already fallen asleep and he chuckles settling down for the first decent night's sleep in a while and for once looking forward to the next day.
When Will wakes up he smiles to himself his hands reaching out expecting them to find Ana but they grasp at thin air. He looks up, forcing himself away and looks around expecting to see his apartment and Ana cuddled up next to him and their plans to get married.
But he see's nothing but an empty Sheriff's station. He blinks before the overwhelming sense of dread sweeps over him knocking him backwards his eyes filling with tears.
It was all just a dream.
"No" he moaned rubbing his face but unable to stop the flow of tears "No…No…No" he moans again his hands in his hair "You promised me" he whispered "You promised me you were real. Please Ana, please come back"
He broke off into little whimpering sobs and forced an ugly chuckle as he looked down and saw he was hard. He jerked off furiously feeling no relief only disgust at his bodies reactions and the taint that was sticking to Anastasia's memory.
He leaned back allowing himself the luxury to cry before he wiped his face. "Anastasia" he moaned again "Ana I swear I will find you" it's a promise the only one he knows he will never rest until he fulfils.
But God. If only the dreams would stop.
And please let me know what you all thought x-I cant continue with no prompts!