Yeah so...that episode was, uh...yeah :/ I think it's time for some light, airy cheerfulness? Thank you to the reviewer who requested this! I haven't written anything new in quite some time, most of what I've been posting thus far was written about 9 months ago before school started and I had that thing called time. But here it is, hopefully it meets expectations!

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Prompt: One where Killian is turned into a frog and Regina thinks it is really funny, and says something to Emma along the lines of 'pucker up savior.'

13. Ribbit

Even though it was Gold who had hired Henry to work in the antique shop, Belle did not mind at all having someone around to help.

Except once.

"You know this is broken, right?" Henry asked. It was almost six o'clock, the time when Emma - and probably Killian too - would come and pick Henry up for dinner at Granny's. He'd finished his cleaning and had moved on to his usual curiosity-fueled exploring around the shop.

"That what's broken?" Belle replied, looking up from the large, sturdy book she was reading.

Henry raised the wand he was holding so Belle could see the crack in the wood.

Belle's eyes widened. "Being broken doesn't mean it's any less powerful." Why did Henry always seem to find his way to the most volatile pieces of magic? "It's not exactly dangerous, but it's extremely spontaneous, and you should probably put it down."

"What's dangerous and spontaneous?" Emma asked. She and Killian had just entered the shop, the little bell above the door signaling their arrival.

"She said not dangerous," Henry corrected, holding up the cracked wand.

"But you should still put it down," Belle repeated.

Henry grinned sheepishly. He placed it back down on the counter, gently.

But apparently not gently enough.

Sparks flew from the tip as the wand made contact with the counter, and a blinding flash of green light forced the four in the antique shop to cover their eyes.

After a few moments, the light faded from the utterly silent room.

Emma was the first to realize. "Killian?" she asked, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. She immediately turned to Belle, frantic. "What just happened?"

"The wand," Belle said, coming from around the desk and moving towards Emma.

"Yeah, I know!" Panic was creeping into her voice. "You said it wasn't dangerous! Where the hell is he?"

Belle hesitated before answering. "Well," she said, her voice calm, "if I had to take a guess, I'd say there." Emma and Henry followed her pointing finger with their eyes.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Emma sighed. There on the floor, where Killian had been standing just a minute before, was a frog.

"I'll start looking for something," Belle said as Henry bent down to pick up the frog. "And we might want to call Regina."

"Only in this town," Emma grumbled as she and Henry walked out of the antique shop, frog in hand.

"You used a wand?" Regina exclaimed later when Henry relayed the highlight of his day.

"It was an accident," Henry explained. "I was putting the wand down - "

"Why did you have it in the first place? Why was it just laying around the shop like a toy?"

Henry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I mean, it wasn't just laying there. I had to, um -" Regina held up a hand, stopping him in the middle of his tale. "Never mind," she sighed. "What happened?"

"I turned Killian into a frog."

Regina's mouth parted. She shut it, only to have it fall open again. She looked to Emma, who nodded and held up the frog, for whom they had found a clear, plastic container.

And then the laughter began.

"Regina?" Emma asked as the woman, the mayor of the town, the formal evil queen, doubled over in laughter. Emma folded her arms across her chest. "It really isn't that funny."

"Yes, it is," Regina replied, a bright smile on her face. "Nicely done, Henry."

"Really?" Henry perked up.

"REALLY?" Emma cried. "No, just tell me how to fix it. Belle's looking for something but she hasn't -"

Despite being red in the face from laughter, Regina still managed a slightly condescending look as she rolled her eyes at Emma. "There is no 'something' to find in a book. He's a frog, there's only one thing to do."

Emma stared at her blankly. "Wait, you're not implying-"

"Yes, I am."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Emma groaned

"Pucker up, Savior." Regina grinned as she looked at her son. "Very nicely done, Henry."

"Is this ice cream worthy?" Henry asked, hope and mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, most definitely," Regina replied. She and Henry shared smiles, then looked straight at Emma's less than amused face.

"I'm taking this," Emma said, grabbing the container with the frog version of her boyfriend, "and leaving with what's left of my dignity."

"Ribbit, ribbit!" Regina called as Emma walked out the door.

"Only in this town," Emma mumbled again to herself when she was alone in the apartment and looking at the frog that was supposedly her boyfriend. She had placed him on the island in the kitchen. Could he hear her? Did he have any idea what was going on? "I'm sorry, but seriously, this is kind of ridiculous. Kiss a frog?" She leaned back and forth on her heels, putting off the inevitable.

"Kill a dragon, sure thing. Travel across realms, why not? Take down Cora and Peter Pan and Ice Queens, not a problem. But kiss a frog?" She sighed, crossing her arms on the island and placing her chin right in front of her green companion. "And it's not you, of course, it's just that you're a...frog, and frogs are, well..." She searched for the right word that could effectively communicate 'not human,' but fell short as she looked at the frog's face. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she could see Killian's expression, communicating an intense impatience.

"Oh, screw it," she muttered, right before shutting her eyes tight and pressing her lips to the rough, slightly slimy skin. Even with her eyes shut, she could see the flash of green light, and felt an immense relief pass through her. When it faded and she opened her eyes, Killian was sitting cross-legged on the island, the sight of which actually managed to elicit a laugh from them both.

"Ever thought you'd end up talking to a frog that much?" Killian asked.

"So you did hear everything?"

He nodded. "I've never seen Regina laugh that hard."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that was a little unnecessary."

Killian gave her a small half smile as he slid off the island and stood in front of her. "Come now, Love, everything turned out fine, and that woman doesn't often have reason to laugh."

He held out his arms, and she automatically leaned into his embrace, placing her head against his chest, and caught the familiar scent of leather and ocean. "Killian?"

"Yes, Love?"

"I'm very happy you don't smell like a frog."

Cute? Maybe? Hopefully I did the prompt justice. The same person left another prompt in the reviews that I'll be working on, this week is a little on the lighter side work-wise so I think I'll be able to give it the time it deserves. Thanks for reading! As always, requests are welcome!