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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 2 months

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabble: 3x15 Quiet Minds

Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 674

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Emma asked as she stepped out of Baelfire’s hospital room and rejoined her parents and Hook.

Killian saw the hints of agitation on her face and wondered just what had transpired between her and Bae after he’d asked for a moment of privacy with her.

Nothing pleasant, that was for sure.

The selfish part of him felt a kind of sick satisfaction at the fact, but his better nature–blessedly the part that was firmly in control at the moment–felt only concern for her, and even some manner of concern for Bae.

“Is everything alright, Swan?” he asked gently.

She looked at him, and for the briefest of seconds, she let him see her agitation and discomfort before firmly shutting it down. “It’s fine,” she bit out, “but time’s wasting. We need to find Gold. Now. So again, what’s the plan?”

Killian wanted to argue, knowing everything clearly wasn’t alright, but he knew Swan well enough by now to realize any further insistence would be met with intractable denial.

“Well, your mom and I figured the best place to start the search would be the woods,” David said. “No real reason to think he’s there, but we know he didn’t go to his shop or his house, and the last place we know he was was in Zelena’s cellar, so…” He shrugged.

“Great,” Emma said. “Dad, you and I will head there. Mom?”

Snow White sighed. “I know,” she said. “I’ll be no help on the search in my very pregnant state. I guess I’ll…stay with Belle and watch over the homefront. I can still wield my bow and arrow.”

“Sounds good, and Hook?” She said turning to him.

“I’ll accompany you,” he said, his look encompassing both Swan and the prince. “After all, we can’t be too careful with the witch about.”

Snow and David shared a look. “Actually, Hook,” David said, “we were thinking it might be better if you stayed here.”

He protested vehemently at the suggestion, but Swan stopped him with a gentle hand to his arm. “He’s right,” she said. “We need someone here with Neal.”

“You think he needs protection?”

She snorted. “Well that, and there’s also the fact that he needs someone to stop him in case he does something stupid. Not like that’s unusual for him.”

“Emma!” her mother chided.

“I just mean something like leaving the hospital against medical advice,” she said. “You know, trying to come after his dad himself.”

“Aye,” Killian agreed, as a new possibility occurred to him, “not to mention the fact that we don’t know how much we can trust him.”

Snow White gave him a look that was so reminiscent of his own mother rebuking him when he was a small lad that he nearly squirmed.

“Consider what little we know thus far,” he said. “I’ve no doubt Bae is sincere in his allegiance to the side of the heroes, but we’ve yet to learn what precisely he did to resurrect his father. It is a safe bet that it was both exceedingly reckless and at least marginally unsavory. It would not hurt to have someone about to protect him when the price he undoubtedly owes for such dark magic comes due.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Swan said after a moment. “Let’s get to it, then.”

“Swan,”he called after her as she and her parents started toward the hospital entrance. She turned back to look at him. “Be safe,” he answered, unable to stop the slight hint of concern for her welfare from his voice.

Her eyes softened, and she smiled slightly at him. “Always am.”

With that, they were off, and Killian was left standing alone in the hospital corridor. He took a step toward the cafeteria in search of that “jell-o” he’d been served. It had been far too sweet for his taste and the texture was…unusual to say the least, but he gathered it had great medicinal properties and as such it would be as good an offering to Bae as anything.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#season 3 rewatch drabbles #ouat fanfiction #my fanfiction #cs fanfiction #3x15 quiet minds

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allaboutjmo · 2 years

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🦢 Jen as Emma Swan on Once Upon A Time episode 3x15 ‘Quiet Minds’

#jennifer morrison #jmo #emma swan #once upon a time #ouat #swanday #3x15: quiet minds

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jainasolo1233 · 11 months

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#last time i binged was 2021?#on one hand: swanfire #on the other hand: i will be depressed after watching 3x15 “quiet minds”#you know what happens :l #ouat #once upon a time

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pensbridgertons · 2 months

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OTP MEME ♡ [4/6] episodes

3x15 quiet minds

#sf-otpmeme #swanthiefedit #swanfireedit #ouatedit #onceuponatimeedit #tvedit #**#swanthief #swanfire #emma swan #neal cassidy #ouat #once upon a time #otp: i love you; i probably always will #cant believe its been ten years today since the ep of television that single handedly ruined my life 😭#its the way its been ten whole years and i still have not moved on some wounds truly never heal sjkghj #just thinking back to the time leading up to this ep and then watching it live for the first time........... what a time 😭#anyways neal cassidy i love u forever and i miss u every day <3

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likehandlingroses · 1 year

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OUAT Rewatch 3x15 - Quiet Minds

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Rumple’s sacrifice [...] how he died to save everyone in Storybrooke. You know that wasn’t it. He died to save us: his family.

#i felt sooo normal while making this by the way. if you couldn't tell #ouat #ouatedit #once upon a time edit #once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #rumpelstiltskin #baelfire #neal cassidy #belle french #emma swan #henry mills #killian jones #ouat rewatch 2022

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wicked-storybrooke · 1 year

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#ouat best episode bracket #ouat #once upon a time

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intothewickedwood · 2 years

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: Links to My Recaps

So, I finished 3 year long rewatch of ouat & ouatiw a few weeks ago and I thought I’d post links to my live reaction posts of each episode. If anyone’s interested in anything specific you can find it here. It’s also just to have them all in one place. I would love to see your comments about the episodes or in regards to any questions I raised, or anything really if you would like to add anything! I’d love to talk Ouat with you!

All Episodes Tag

Chronological Order | Last To First Order

Season One

Season Two

Season Three

Season Four

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

Once Upon A Time In Wonderland

#ouat #once upon a time #captain swan #rumbelle #snowing #emma swan #regina mills #killian jones #curious archer #knightrook #alice jones #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan #henry mills #ouatiw #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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onceuponaseriesrewatch · 5 years

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Join us this Sunday, April 7 at 8:00 pm EST for 3x15 Quiet MInds.

If you’d like to be added to the Hangout chat, just send us your email address!

#ouasr #once upon a series rewatch #ouasr episode stills #3x15 quiet minds

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fuckyeahbelleandrumpelstiltskin · 6 years

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OUAT Auction Masterpost: Rumbelle Props Part 1 | 2

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dinneratgrannys · 1 year

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ONCE UPON A TIME 3.15, Quiet Minds

#ouatedit #onceuponatimeedit #outlawqueenedit #once upon a time #ouat #outlaw queen #regina mills #robin hood #s3 #3x15 quiet minds #dynamic: outlaw queen #event: rewatch 22

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 8 months

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The Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending--Chapter 4 of 5.

Summary: This is my combined birthday gift for Joni ( @jrob64 ), Marta ( @snowbellewells ) and Krystal ( @kmomof4 ). Happy birthday ladies! Four fandom friends are nearing the end of their annual girls’ trip when they’re suddenly visited by Isaac, the author before Henry. He gives them an each a gift–an opportunity to jump into any scene in the storybook they want and fix it. Large focus on CS, although other characters and relationships will be explored. A big shoutout to @hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 for betaing!

Word Count: 2420

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew @annaamell @flslp877 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch @missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 @nickillian @gillie @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirstt @kmomof4 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch @allyourdarlingswans @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight, @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64 @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @elfiola

Other chapters: (1) (2) (3)

Can also be found on: (ao3) (ff.net)

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Notes: Happy birthday Krystal! @kmomof4 I hope you have a fantastic day!

Chapter 4

The first thing Krystal noticed after placing her hand on the book was the cold. She’d left a comfortable early June evening to be plunged into the dead of winter–wearing nothing but a tee-shirt and shorts.

“He could have at least provided me with a coat!” Krystal muttered to herself as she trudged through the snow toward the sound of raised voices.

There was a flash, and suddenly Krystal found herself clad in a warm woolen sweater, a heavy coat, long pants, snow boots and the wrist and ear warmers Jen had crocheted for her last Christmas.

There were some serious advantages to being inside a magical storybook!

Turning her attention from the cold to what was happening in the clearing before her, Krystal heard Belle pleading with Neal.

“We need to leave this place!”

Of course the idiot didn’t listen to reason. “No, wait! It means we can bring him back. Does it matter who got us here?”

Krystal face-palmed and then began running. While she certainly wasn’t opposed to watching Neal die a painful, agonizing death, she’d come back here to stop him from the worst of his stupidity. More was at stake than just his own worthless ass.

“We’ll find another way to bring him back!” Belle insisted.

“What if there isn’t another way?” Neal asked, taking the key in hand, “To hell with the cost!”

Krystal dropped to her knees beside them. “Listen to her, Neal!” she pleaded. “Think about this. For once in your life think about something beyond your own wants and desires!”

“What do you know about it, huh?” Neal asked, turning on Krystal. “You with your happy family and perfect life!”

“You know why I have a happy family?” Krystal asked, “because I didn’t abandon them for my own selfish desires. I wouldn’t have let freaking Pinocchio talk me into leaving and setting up my husband.”

“Yeah, well, good for you,” he groused. “I’m done talking. I’m getting my son back.”

“To hell with what anyone else wants, right?” Krystal snarled. “To hell with the fact that if you do this thing, you’ll be screwing everyone in the kingdom. To hell with the fact that Emma was clear she doesn’t want you. To hell with the fact this will rob your dad of his sacrifice, and to hell with the fact it might well be suicide.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, and before she could stop him, he’d plunged the key into the vault.

Vault, key, and surrounding area began to glow, and with a yelp, Neal pulled his hand back, the intricate design in it’s top, seared into his palm. He plunged his burning hand into a snowdrift just as the vault opened, and the Dark One slowly oozed out.

Krystal thought quickly. She’d been too late! She hadn’t been able to stop him! Now what?

“Rumple?” Belle asked, just as the Dark One in all his sparkly golden glory emerged from the ooze. A movement at her side pulled her attention to her stepson. “Neal? Neal, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

It was abundantly clear that Neal was very much not okay as he doubled over, clutching his chest and moaning. Krystal knew she had no time to lose. She may have failed to stop Neal from doing the thing, but maybe all was not yet lost.

“Belle, we’ve got to get him out of here,” Krystal urged, pulling at Neal, dragging him away out of the line of fire, as it were.

“But Rumple–”

“He’ll be okay,” Krystal insisted, “but we won’t, and Neal certainly won’t if we don’t leave soon. The Wicked Witch will be here any minute.”

With one more agonized look at Rumple, Belle finally nodded before picking up Neal’s other arm and helping Krystal drag him away.

They’d barely made it ten feet before there was a green puff of smoke, and Zelena was there.

“Poor Baelfire,” Zelena muttered, stepping between Rumple and the others, “Just couldn’t learn from his father’s mistakes. He wanted so badly to get back to his son he couldn’t see the forest for the trees.”

“Um-hm,” Krystal said, nodding. “She may be wicked, but she can recognize stupid when she sees it.”

“I like you,” Zelena said. “I think I’ll let you live. Can’t say the same for the complete dunce you’re dragging away.”

“You did this!” Rumple shouted at her, taking a step toward Neal. “You tricked him!”

Zelena took another step toward Rumple, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. Rumple tried to point his dagger at her, but his hand wouldn't move.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Zelena said, almost playfully. “As a newly resurrected Dark One, it’s going to take a few moments for you to get your powers back.”

“You didn’t tell him the cost! Let me save my son!” Rumple bellowed.

Beside Krystal, Neal began moaning and writhing in pain.

“Oops!” Zelena said with a smile that showed she was anything but repentant. “It’s a sin of omission, love, although I would have thought it was rather obvious. A life for a life.”

“It’s gonna be alright son!” Rumple said, peering around Zelena to look at his son who, by this time, was thrashing around, it apparently being all he could do to keep from screaming in agony.

Zelena looked down at the suffering man dispassionately. “I do doubt that.”

“Please!” Rumple pleaded, “let me get to him! Let me save him!”

“It’s gonna cost you,” Zelena said nastily.

“Anything!” Rumple pleaded. “I’ll give you whatever you want!”

Her smile widened. “I think you know exactly what I want, Dark One.”

Rumple paled, looking down at the dagger in his hand. “I can’t!”

“Sorry Rumple,” she said lightly. You can’t hang on to both of them.”

After one more quick moment of indecision, Rumple tossed the dagger in Zelena’s direction and then turned toward Neal. He’d taken no more than two steps, though, before he was stopped in his tracks by a simple command from Zelena who was now holding the dagger in front of her.

“You told me I could save my son!” He shouted.

Zelena shrugged her shoulders. “I lied,” she said simply. “I’m a villain; it’s what we do. Come on Dark One. We’ve got work to do.”

And with that, the two of them poofed away, leaving Krystal alone with a distraught Belle and a Neal who’s moans were gradually getting weaker and weaker.

“We have to do something! We have to save him!” Belle insisted.

“I’m sorry,” Krystal said, feeling nothing for Neal but a good bit of sympathy for Belle. “I don’t think we can.”

“Well I’m not giving up!” Belle said, getting to her feet. “Stay with him; I’m going to go for help.”

But Krystal knew the truth: Neal was beyond help, and really he had no one but himself to blame.

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Krystal wondered what would happen next after the scene played itself out. While she waited for … whatever it was that was about to happen, she went through a mental checklist of later Once Upon a Time plot points, trying to figure out what consequences Neal’s death would have.

She could think of only one negative consequence: With Neal dead, there would be no one to send Killian the memory potion and the message that he needed to get to Emma.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Krystal felt herself flying through the air, over land and out to sea. Moments later, she was deposited on the deck of the Jolly Roger, right next to Killian Jones himself, who was brooding darkly at the wheel.

“Bloody hell!” Killian yelped, jumping a bit at Krystal’s sudden appearance. “Where did you come from?”

“I was told you knew who I am,” Krystal said.

“Of course I know who you are, love,” Killian said, turning back toward the dark sea before him. “I simply wasn’t expecting you to suddenly materialize aboard my ship.”

“It wasn’t how I anticipated my night going either,” Krystal said, “but I’m not complaining.”

He gave her a quick look, and Krystal was not prepared for the effect of having those sea-blue eyes trained intently on her. “Perhaps you should complain,” he said finally, and the pain in his voice was nearly visceral. “I’m hardly fit company tonight…or really any night anymore.”

Krystal had the strongest desire to give him a long, comforting hug, but she figured it probably would be best not to push it.

“You miss her, don’t you?” she said simply.

To his credit, Killian didn’t even attempt to pretend he didn’t know to whom she referred. “Every moment of every endless day,” he said. “Nonsensical though it may be, the pain is even worse than when I lost my Milah.”

“Emma’s your true love,” Krystal said simply. “Being separated from her, given no hope of a reunion must be like losing a vital part of your very self.”

“Aye,” he said simply. “I don’t wish to be rude, love,” he said after a moment of brooding silence, “but was there a reason you came, other than reminding me, quite unnecessarily, of the agony that is always with me?”

Krystal clutched the small vial in her hand and then nodded. “Killian, I’m here to tell you that the Wicked Witch is about to cast another curse.”

“Oh?” he asked emotionlessly.

“Yeah,” Krystal said, “sending everyone back, once again to Emma’s world.”

That got his attention, he turned his head toward her so quickly he probably got whiplash. “That’s impossible!” he breathed. “The barrier between our worlds–”

“Is now down,” Krystal said. “You can get to her, Killian. You can find Emma and bring back her memories. Convince her to return to Storybrooke and save her family from the newest threat.”

For the first time, probably in months, hope crept into Killian’s eyes. “I’ll have to outrun the curse.”

Krystal shrugged. “So ditch your crew and outrun it. Shouldn’t be a problem; you’re a hell of a captain.”

He grinned. “That I am. I’ll need a bean to open a portal. Those aren’t easy to come by.”

Krystal smiled. “They are when you have something of value to trade.”

Killian groaned. “Bloody hell, I’m going to have to go back to that bastard Blackbeard, aren’t I?”

“Afraid so,” Krystal said, not envying him the unpleasant task ahead of him but knowing that the result would be far more than worth it. “But the question is: what are you willing to do and what are you willing to give up to get to Emma?”

“Anything,” he breathed, and the love and longing in that single word nearly had Krystal swooning.

“Good,” she said finally. “Then you’ll need this. It’s all the memory potion I could scrounge up. Just enough for one, I’m afraid, but who knows? Maybe only one of them will need a potion to return their memories?”

The hope and determination on his face as he worked out the implications of her words nearly did her in. She knew he was thinking about a true love’s kiss, and she wanted to warn him that they didn’t work on memory loss, but she knew she couldn’t change the story any more than she already had.

No matter. Killian and Emma would fight for their love and they’d win. All was back on track.

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Krystal blinked and suddenly she was seated in the Charmings’ booth at Granny’s surrounded by Snowing, their baby, Henry and Emma. After a quick look around the room she smiled. She knew exactly when she was–the end of the Captain Swan movie.

“So are you ever going to tell us the name of my brother?” Emma asked.

Snow and Charming shared a quick smile, and then David got to his feet, infant son in his arms.

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” he asked with a broad smile. Immediately the diner went silent as everyone waited for the announcement they’d all shown up for. “Snow and I wanted to name our son for a true hero, someone who was taken from us far too soon but who spent his life protecting this town. In fact, without him, Snow wouldn’t be alive, and by extension, our daughter and son would never be born. Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Prince Graham.”

A cheer went up from all in Granny’s and Krystal applauded as exuberantly as the rest of them. Of all the changes she’d anticipated from her interference in the timeline, this was by far the best. She couldn’t wait to get back to the cabin and tell Marta!

For several minutes seemingly every resident of Storybrooke stopped by the table to congratulate Snow and Charming on the new addition to the family and Krystal loved every moment of it. She couldn’t have asked for a better trip into the Storybook. She’d gotten to meet virtually everyone.

Finally conversation in the Charming booth turned back to the adventure Emma and Killian had just had.

“So Prince Charles and Princess Leia huh?” Henry asked with a grin. “That really the best you could come up with, Mom?”

Emma laughed and then ruffled her son’s hair. “We were kind of put on the spot.”

She stopped and looked around. “Speaking of, where is Killian? He should be here joining in the celebration.”

“Check the outdoor seating,” Krystal said trying to tamp down her excitement at what she knew was about to take place.

She glanced out the window, watched Emma approach the table where Killian sat, drinking and brooding. She watched as she sat across from him and began talking. She watched as he smiled at her, answering the question Krystal knew she’d just asked.

But when Emma leaned in and gave him the most tender, gentle and yet passionate kiss in history, Krystal couldn’t stop herself. She squealed in glee.

She was still squealing a moment later when she found herself suddenly transported back to the cabin in the Smokies.

“I think it’s safe to say K enjoyed her adventure,” Joni said dryly.

“You have NO idea!” Krystal said. “Just wait until I tell you what happened!”

“Well you’re going to have to wait,” Isaac said irritably. “I don’t have all night, and by my count we still have one of you left to send into the book.”

“My turn!” Jen said stepping up. “I think it’s high time somebody dealt with at least a little of the mess you made of season six.”

Notes:

--Well there you have it! Neal died painfully, Snowing didn't name their son after him, and Krystal got to witness the CS movie kiss!

--Up next: My story! I won't make you wait until my birthday, since it's in April. Hopefully the ending will come soon!

#ouat fanfiction#girls' trip fanfiction#fandom friends' birthday fics#1x07 The Huntsman fanfiction#sheriff graham#snowbellewells#my fanfiction

#ouat fanfiction #girls' trip fanfiction #fandom friends' birthday fics #3x15 quiet minds #3x22 there's no place like home #Neal dies #killian broods #CS kisses

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