#bye Storybrooke

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.21--Episodes 22-1

I have watched through S3E1; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Let’s have a round of applause for the writers. The last episode of season 2 was exceptionally well done. There was absolutely no wasted time or unneeded drama.

—For example, Belle and Mr. Gold. She got her memories back and nobody had to go through the angst of her being mad at herself or at Mr. Gold. She’s just there for him right from the second she’s herself again. Also, that was beautiful for their sake, because they’re finally becoming the people together that they should be.

—Which of course means they have to split up. But I choose to believe that they’re going to be reunited, because I trust Belle to be persistent.

—He kept the cup even though it was broken!

—I doubt Rumplestiltskin would bring his dagger with him to Neverland, particularly if he fears Peter Pan this much, which leads me to conclude that he’s having Belle watch it for him.

—Grumpy is a lovely guy. Asking the Blue Fairy to make that extra dose of memory potion for Belle was very nice of him. I doubt anyone else would’ve even thought of it.

—I respect that Hook’s reason for turning against Tamara and Owen is “I don’t want to die”. Everybody and their grandmother has a noble, self-sacrificing reason to fight for something. It’s nice to acknowledge that some people’s motivation is self-preservation.

—That red vest Hook wore during Bae’s backstory was gorgeous. Actually, his clothes as a whole aren’t entirely atrocious.

—With other types of story being used in OUAT (such as Dr. Frankenstein) there should be a least one ballet story. Technically, Sleeping Beauty has been a ballet, but that doesn’t really count. Giselle, maybe?

—*sigh* now I’m never going to see more of Red or Dr. Hopper!

—At least the portal in the middle of the ocean looked cool. Which it did, by the way. Water tunnels are iconic.

—The Shadows in Neverland are very Kingdom Hearts. (Which, by the way, is a masterpiece of storytelling in itself. 10/10.)

—I disagree with Hook. Rumplestiltskin having a wardrobe change *is* a good use of our time. Getting to see him without his Dark One makeup, but wearing the Dark One clothes, is quite the experience.

—Regina’s blue jacket really stands out against the oceanscape. I mean, I like most of her fairytale clothes better than her “real” world clothes, but her jackets are nice.

—Yes! Tamara and Owen really just got bumped off right from the start. Outstanding.

—So they’re really sticking with the whole malevolent Peter Pan thing. Brilliant. It’s about time somebody figured out what a creepy bastard he can be.

—On the other hand, how am I supposed to take this kid seriously? He’s been set up well, with everybody talking about how terrifying he is, but now I need some action to back that all up.

—Vengeful granddad is a good look for Rump.

—I hope Bae keeps that stick to fight with. Also, he should get some fairytale clothes.

—Darn, Prince Philip is back. Well, at least we might get to explore how that happened eventually. It’ll be a fun adventure if nothing else.

—That storm was epic. Way to reinforce how scary Neverland is.

—It would be cool if Ariel was one of these mermaids. Not that I actually think she will be, because she’s one of the Princesses, but it would still be awesome. It would be so much more interesting if she loved a human when she’s supposed to kill them, than what OG!Ariel’s story is. (That girl is just so whiny. I mean, I could write essays about Ariel, both her good parts and her bad parts, but I think she comes out as a general dislike for me.)

—Okay, Robin, come on. If you move into a guy’s house because he’s been cursed out of the world, why would you trash it? Does he like living in filth? Couldn’t he be bothered to dust once in a while…like, once a year even?

—I’m glad they’ve finally acknowledged how weird it is for Emma’s parents to be her age. But I do feel sorry for them, they’re trying their best.

—My feelings about Hook have gone from “he’s so stupid” *annoyed* to “he’s so stupid” *fond*. I don’t even know what happened.

—Maybe it’s his soft spot for Bae. I mean, I still don’t buy that he loved Mila as much as he claims/believes he did, but the fact that he seems willing to care for a person outside of romance is important to me.

—Hook and Rump killing their feud for the sake of this quest is also important to me. Both of them have been rather uncompromising in the past, particularly when it comes to holding grudges, but now they’ve dropped it all because this is more important.

—I love seeing Charming with a sword again. I much prefer that to his guns.

—Emma doing pull-ups in the Jolly Roger (what a fun name!) reminded me of something I really like about her. Unlike Elsa, Anna, Rapunzel, etc., it’s plausible that Emma can pull off the physical feats that she does. She trains. Her background is a job that required her to be athletic and capable. It makes sense that she can do all the jumping and the running and the dragon-slaying (even though I disapprove of any and all dragon-oriented violence). Emma is a much more realistic person than many Disney ladies are.

—This stuff with Henry intrigues me. He’s the culmination of both the brightest and the darkest bloodlines in the fairytale world. If he develops magical abilities, that could be an interesting plot point.

—Although, having two very angry moms with magical powers makes him one of the scariest people in OUAT canon, so…anything else might just make him OP.

—I hope they go back to Storybrooke eventually, because I’ve become rather fond of it. And of the other characters who show up there.

—I love watching the actors’ names roll by at the beginning of each episode. I specifically look for Ginnifer Goodwin and Robert Carlyle—Ginnifer because I love her as Judy Hopps, and Robert because I love him as Rumplestiltskin. Seeing their names just makes me happy.

#once upon a time #ouat #belle #mr. gold #rumbelle #rumplestiltskin #neverland #grumpy #Captain Hook #baelfire #regina mills #Peter Pan #Henry #the charmings #prince Philip charming #bye Storybrooke #you will be missed #martianbugsbunny reviews

[lizardthelizard]

@ouattober Day 2 - Favourite Location: Storybrooke Harbor

"What I really wanted to do, was sail. I even bought a boat. It’s a real clunker. I was going to fix it up, sail around the world, say good-bye to this hellhole."

#ouatedit #ouat #ouattober2023 #once upon a time #this is a bit of a lie because my fave location is actually granny's. but I did that last year in a set so..... :) the docks it is! #probably gonna skip a couple of the next days because I've already made so many gifsets for them before tbh #see you again on day 6 ;) #my gifs #mess is mine #(dw about that last tag if you know you know)

[thedragonqueensblog]

Peter Pan///A Love Beyond Time and Magic

Request by @misskitty1912-blog: sherlock x regina mills daughter reader chubby reader x Peter Pan

You are Regina Mills and Sherlock Holmes' daughter, two of the most powerful and well-known people in all of the realms. In Storybrooke, living with them

Like your parents, you were an inquisitive and intelligent young woman. The majority of your time was devoted to studying the art of deduction and solving mysteries with your father. You felt motivated by your father's strong observational abilities and resolved to emulate him.

However, you also became intrigued with your mother's mysterious abilities. Regina frequently utilized her abilities to influence and alter the surroundings around her, and you would observe in amazement. She desired for the power and command over the world around her.

One day, while exploring the streets of London with your father, You stumbled upon a strange and mysterious boy. He had a mischievous grin and bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle with magic.

His name was Peter Pan, and he was the infamous ruler of Neverland. “Hi, love are you lost?”

“Sort of? I suppose I lost sight of my destination while walking with my father.” You replied

"If you want me to, I could help you find him," he grinned.

You smiled back, “please do.”

You were immediately drawn to Peter's charismatic charm and adventurous spirit. You were fascinated by his stories of flying, mermaids, and lost boys. Peter, in turn, was amazed by your intelligence and wit.

“Pan, thank you so much. I had a great time.” You laughed and said, "I should go."

"Anytime love and you can call me Peter instead of Pan." He drew you into an embrace while smiling.

Your father instructs you, "Y/n, stay away from him immediately."

Your mom rushes to give you a hug and asks, "Sweetheart, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you right?”

Peter rolls his eyes, "like I would."

Your father scowls. "Oh, shut it, Pan. Regina has filled me in on a lot of the terrible things you have done to other people.”

“But she also did horrible things to other people too and she changed just like I did.” Peter said

“I understand what she did, but she was in a different situation, and she did change," he growls. "But you didn't. Because you trap boys so you can make them a lost boy and so they don’t grow up and leave you behind.”

“I bring people here to feel loved and wanted, not to live in a place where they are not undesirable and unwelcome. I don't trap anyone here. No one is here by force.” Peter explained

“Another lie, come on, you can lie to others and yourself but you can’t lie to us we know what you wanted to do to Y/n.”

“So what did you think that I was planning to do to her?”

“You would have made her a lost girl but good thing we got here before you did.”

“Y/n let’s go.”

“But.”

“I said let’s go.”

“Bye Peter!!”

“Bye love!!” He smirk

But you are determined to prove them wrong. You saw the good in Peter and believed that he just needed a friend to show him the right way. And so, you continued to visit him in Neverland, even against your parents' wishes.

As you spend more time together with Peter you two become close friends, much to your parents' disapproval. Sherlock warned you of the dangers of trusting a trickster like Peter, while Regina feared that he would lead you down a dark path.

“I can't believe you're actually considering this Y/n,”Sherlock paced back and forth in the living room of their Storybrooke home.

"But, Father, Peter isn't like what you think he is. He's misunderstood, and he just needs someone to show him the right path," you pleaded, trying to convince your father.

Regina intervened, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Sherlock, let her make her own choices. Love has a way of changing people for the better."

Sherlock sighed, his eyes reflecting concern. "Fine, but be cautious. Don't let your feelings blind you to the truth."

With determination in your eyes, you nodded. "I won't, I promise."

As you made your way to Neverland to meet Peter, you could already sense his mischievous grin awaiting you.

"Hey love, I missed you," Peter greeted you with a smile and kiss.

"I missed you too, Peter," you replied, your heart fluttering with joy.

The conversations were filled with laughter, banter, and moments of vulnerability. As you both shared dreams and fears with each other, the bond grew stronger with each passing day.

Peter and you sat by the fire in Neverland, you took Peter's hand in yours. “Peter, I love you. And I believe in us."

Peter's eyes softened, his expression reflecting a mix of surprise and affection. "I love you too, Y/n. More than anything in this world."

Together, the two of them faced the challenges that came in way, united in your love and determination to defy the odds stacked against them.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you. Someone who sees me for who I am, flaws and all," Peter whispered, his gaze filled with adoration.

"And I never thought I'd find someone like you, Peter. Someone who brings out the best in me and makes me believe in magic," a smile lighting up your face.

In that moment, as you both held each other close, you both knew that your love was something special, something worth fighting for.

And so, your and Peter's love story continued to unfold, filled with adventure, magic, and the unwavering bond between two souls destined to be together.

“Peter, I know our love may face challenges, but I believe in us. Together, we can overcome anything," you expressed boldly, your eyes filled with determination.

Peter's gaze softened, his heart swelling with affection for you. "I believe in us too. With you by my side, I feel like I can conquer the world."

The love continued to blossom, strong and unyielding, as you and him navigated the complexities of yours and his different worlds.With each obstacle you both faced, you two only grew closer, the bond deepening with every shared moment.

One day, as they were strolling hand in hand through the enchanted forest, Peter turned to You with a twinkle in his eye. "Do you trust me, love?"

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. "Always, Peter."

With a mischievous grin, Peter swept your off your feet and took to the skies, flying high above the treetops. Laughter filled the air as the two of you soared through the clouds, reveling in the exhilarating freedom of love.

As you and Peter stood back on solid ground, you chuckled breathlessly. "That was amazing, Peter. I never knew flying could be so magical."

Peter gazed at you with adoration, his voice filled with emotion. "You make everything magical, I'm the luckiest boy in Neverland to have you by my side."

Your love story was a tale of mystery, adventure, and enchantment, defying all odds and proving that true love knows no boundaries. Together, you and Peter embraced the wonders of different worlds, united in a bond that would stand the test of time.

And as You and Peter looked towards the horizon, hand in hand, you both knew that your love would forever be the greatest adventure, filled with endless possibilities and boundless enchantment

As the years passed, Your and Peter's love only continued to deepen and strengthen. The two of you faced challenges and triumphs together, always supporting each other through thick and thin. And with every passing testament to the enduring power of love..

Peter and you sat together under the stars in Neverland, Peter looked at you] with a sense of resolve in his eyes.

"Y/n, I've been immortal for so long, but I want to spend the rest of my days growing old with you," Peter declared, his voice filled with sincerity.

You were taken aback by his words, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Peter, are you sure? You don't have to give up your immortality for me."

Peter took your hands in his, his grip firm and unwavering. "I've never been sure of anything in my life. With you, I've found something more valuable than eternal youth – a love that transcends time and space."

And so, with a look of determination on his face, Peter made the decision to relinquish his immortality and grow old alongside You As the years passed, the laughter lines and silver hair became a testament to the life that you both had shared and the love that had sustained you and him.

Determined to be together, You and Peter sought the help of your parents. Sherlock, being the logical thinker, advised them to find a way to break the curse of immortality that bound Peter to Neverland. Regina, on the other hand, used her magic to create a portal that would allow Peter to leave Neverland and visit you in the real world.

With the help of your parents, you and Peter were finally able to be together. You both explored the world, solving mysteries and using Peter's magic to help those in need. And as Peter and you grew older, the love only grew stronger.

And in that moment, as you both held hands and basked in the warmth of the shared memories, You and Peter knew that the love was a rare and precious gift, one that would last for all eternity.

After Peter and You decided to age together and live a mortal life, you both knew that the love was meant to stand the test of time. And so, Peter and you made the decision to get married in a magical ceremony that brought you both in the two worlds in a celebration of their love.

Surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones from both Storybrooke and Neverland, Peter and you exchanged vows that were as timeless as the love. As both Peter and you promised to cherish each other for all eternity, the hearts beat as one, filled with joy and devotion.

One year later, you and Peter received the most precious gift of all – twin boys, a testament to the love that you and Peter shared and the life that you and Peter had built together. The boys brought laughter, mischief, and boundless joy into your and Peter's lives, filling the home with the pitter-patter of tiny feet and the endless wonder of childhood.

As you both watched your sons grow and thrive, you and Peter knew that the love had only expanded with the arrival of your children. Together, you both raised your boys with love, kindness, and the same spirit of adventure that had brought Peter and you together in the first place.

Your family became a symbol of hope, unity, and unconditional love, a beacon of light in a world filled with darkness. And as you both looked at your sons, You and Peter knew that your legacy would live on through the next generation, carrying forward the magic and wonder of your love story for years to come.

And so you and Peter lived out your days in happiness and contentment, surrounded by the love of your family and the enduring bond that had brought you and Jim together. The love story was a testament to the power of love, faith, and the belief that true love can conquer all, even in the face of the greatest challenges.

Years went by, and you and Peter's love stood the test of time. You both lived happily ever after, proving that even the most unlikely of love stories can have a happy ending.

#once upon a time #once upon a time x reader #once upon a time x you #once upon a time x Y/n #Peter Pan #peter pan x y/n #peter pan x reader #Peter Pan x reader! Mills #Peter Pan x reader!! Holmes #sherlock holmes x daughter reader #Regina Mills x daughter reader

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Throwback Thursday: National Pi Day Meet Cute

Note: This story was first posted on March 14, 2018. Given that it is once again National Pi Day, I was persuaded to repost.

Title: National Pi Day Meet Cute

Fandom: Captain Swan

Rating: G

Words: 1678

Summary:

When Mary Margaret Blanchard finds out her grandson has a very single, very handsome math teacher, she devises a way to create a sweet little meet cute between her daughter, Emma, and said math teacher.

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @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 @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch  @allyourdarlingswans  @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64  @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @i-will-sing-no-requiem @bluewildcatfanatic @laianely

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“Bye mom!” Henry yelled, as he hopped out of Emma’s yellow bug, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and started sprinting toward his friends.  “See you after school!”

Emma waved him off, smiling as she saw her son catch up with a few of his friends, talking animatedly.  It had been nearly a month since the two of them had moved to the sleepy little town of Storybrooke, Maine.  Emma had worried that moving Henry halfway through his sixth grade year would be difficult, but her precocious little eleven-year-old had taken to small town living like a duck to water.  He’d made more friends than he knew what to do with, and he absolutely loved school.

The smile slid from Emma’s face as she looked at the fresh-out-of-the-oven apple pie sitting on the passenger seat before her.

The problem with having a preteen who loved school is that he talked about it.  A lot.  And one of the people he talked about more than any other was his absolute favorite teacher, Mr. Jones, who was, as Henry put it, “the best teacher in the whole world”.

When Emma and Henry had left New York for Storybrooke, the two of them had moved in with her mom and dad, David and Mary Margaret Blanchard, at least until they got settled.    When Henry started talking about Mr. Jones, Mary Margaret had perked up.  When he told her that Mr. Jones was single and “old like mom”, Emma had groaned.

Emma knew she’d never get another moment’s peace.

“Emma,” Mary Margaret had said one morning, a conniving look in her eyes.  “It’s really important you be involved in Henry’s education.  Don’t you think you should meet his teachers?  Maybe we should have one of them over for dinner one night.  How about, oh, I don’t know…Mr. Jones?”

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose.  “Look mom,” she said, “I get what you’re doing, but I’m not looking for a relationship.  I did the whole ‘fall in love’ thing about twelve years ago, and Neal Cassidy cured me from any desire to ever do it again.”

“But not every guy is like Neal,” Mary Margaret said earnestly.  “Not every guy is going to leave you.  And love is so worth it when you find the right guy.”

Emma muttered something about needing to get some work done before she went into the office, hoping her mom would drop the subject.

No such luck.

Last night, Mary Margaret had come up with her most brilliantly evil plan yet, and what’s worse, she’d gotten Henry involved.

“Hey mom,” Emma said as she returned to the loft after her day at the sheriff’s station.  “Something smells good.”

Mary Margaret shot her the kind of smile that Emma knew was trouble.  “So Henry came home from school today and told me that tomorrow is National Pi Day.  I was thinking I ought to do something to celebrate.  I thought I would make a pie for his math teacher, Mr. Jones—you know his very single, very handsome and very eligible teacher?  You know because….pie for Pi Day?”

Emma groaned.

“And…” Mary Margaret said in a way that made Emma sure she didn’t want to hear what came next, “I was thinking maybe you could take the pie to Mr. Jones.”

“Mom…”

“Yeah!” Henry said, coming in and swiping an apple slice from the bowl where his grandma was tossing them with cinnamon and sugar.  “Mom, Mr. Jones would love it, and I can’t carry the pie in myself!  I’d look like a loser!”

“Since when does pie make you look like a loser?” Emma asked.

“Mom!” Henry said, drawing out the single syllable and following it with an eyeroll.  “I can’t take a pie to a teacher.  I’ll look like a teacher’s pet!”

“He’s right, Emma,” Mary Margaret said solemnly.  “Middle school is a brutal place.  You don’t want your son to be ostracized, do you?”

Emma sighed, shaking her head at the two.  She knew when she was beat, and with the two of them ganging up on her, she was most definitely beat.  “Fine.  I’ll take the pie to Mr. Jones.”

And so here she was, bright and early on National Pi Day, weaving her way through a sea of rowdy pre-teens, looking for room 108, where Mr. Perfect himself would be waiting.

Mr. Perfect she scoffed to herself.  The man was a math teacher, a math teacher who was passionate about his topic.  Just about screamed nerd didn’t it?  There was probably a very good reason he was very single. 

She stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath.  She’d get this over with, and then be able to go home and tell her matchmaking mother that her meddlesome schemes had failed miserably.

“Mr. Jones?” she said, knocking on the doorframe, and looking in at the man whose back was turned to her as he worked on his computer.

Mr. Jones turned around, and for a moment Emma forgot to breath, though she’s pretty sure she gasped so loudly her mom could hear it all the way from the loft.  Mr. Jones was quite possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life.

He gave her an appreciative grin, getting to his feet and coming to meet her with an outstretched hand.  “Mr. Killian Jones at your service.  And who might you be, love?”

Great!  Not only was he hotter than any many had a right to be, but he had a smooth, British accent as well.  Butterflies started doing the polka in her stomach.

“Love?” He said again, and it was only then that Emma realized she’d been staring, mouth hanging open, at the man in front of her for a solid two minutes.

She shook her head.  Emma!  Get a grip!

“Sorry,” she said, hating the slightly husky sound of her voice.  “I’m Emma Swan.  My son Henry is in one of your sixth grade math classes.”

“Henry!” Mr. Jones said.  “I must admit he’s one of my favorites.  What can I do for you Mrs. Swan?”

“Miss,” Emma said, lamely, surprised and annoyed by how hard she was finding it to string two words together in a coherent fashion.

“Beg pardon?”

“It’s Miss Swan,” Emma said.  Henry’s dad and I…well, let’s just say we haven’t been together since before he was born and leave it at that.”

He grinned at her from beneath heavily hooded eyes, and the look made her heart skip a beat.  The amount of gorgeous this man was displaying should be illegal.  It really should.  “I must say, I’m rather glad to hear it.  So what brings you to my classroom, love, though I’m hardly complaining about a lovely and single woman coming to visit me?”

Emma felt the blush covering her face.  She averted her eyes, desperately looking for a way to get ahold of herself.  Her eyes landed on the item she was holding.  “Uh, I came to give you this.  Henry thought you might like a pie for National Pi Day, because, you know, pie, Pi?”

He laughed, and Emma looked up, admiring the dimples in his scruff-covered cheeks, the tiny lines around his shockingly blue eyes.  “I’ll accept this happily on one condition.”

“Yeah?  What’s that?”

“You simply must stay and have a slice with me,” he said gesturing toward his desk.

“Don’t you have, you know classes to teach and stuff?” Emma asked.

“Aye,” Killian said, “but as it happens, first period is my prep period, so I’m all yours for the next hour.”

“I don’t know…”

“I insist,” Killian said.  “You, no doubt have heard about me from your son, but I know next to nothing about his mother.  Just who are you, Swan?”

Emma grinned, giving him a flirtatious look.  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Perhaps I would,” he answered with a wink that did not turn her insides to mush.  (It absolutely turned her insides to mush.)

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An hour and a half later, Emma pulled up in front of her parents’ apartment building, dropped her head onto her hands on the steering wheel and groaned.

She and Killian had fallen into easy conversation over their pie, and just before she left, he’d asked her out to dinner that night, insisting he must return the favor.

She’d said yes almost before the sentence was complete.  She had a date with her son’s (hot) math teacher.

There would be no living with her mother after this.

~The End~

Notes:

--Happy National Pi Day!  When I heard on the radio this morning that we were celebrating that particular holiday, it brought back to mind something that happened to me several years ago.  My sister had a single math teacher who was around my age.  My mom decided that he would be absolutely perfect for me.  (Why?  I don’t know; she hadn’t even met the guy.  All she knew was that he was my age and single, lol.).  So she came up with this brilliant, devious plan to create a little meet cute.  She made a pie for the guy for National Pi Day, called me at my apartment, and asked if I would take my baby sister into school that morning and take the pie to her eligible bachelor of a teacher.  I rolled my eyes and agreed to do it.  Sadly, my story has an anti-climactic ending.  When I got to the classroom, Mr. Perfect was not there, so I ended up just setting the pie on his desk and leaving.  I never did meet the math teacher, which is fine with me.  We must not affirm our mothers in their crazy matchmaking schemes, lol.

--But, as that story came to mind, I realized it, like so many other things, would make a very interesting CS au.  So happy pi day, everyone!  I wish you all drop dead gorgeous, blue eyed, black haired, ginger-bearded math teachers to make your Pi Day complete!

#throw back thursday #captain swan fanfiction #cs au #my fanfiction

[shelbgrey]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests for once upon a time, can a I request this prompt “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” with August and maybe some smut? Thank you!

Hidden secrets(August Booth)

Paring: August Booth x Hopper!Reader, Archie Hopper x Daughter!Reader

Summary: august has been writing all day and his girlfriend wants his attention prompt: 1.9) “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you”

AU! Where Gepetto finds out Archie was involved with his parents death and hasn't forgiven Archie since. August and y/n have to keep their relationship a secret because of their feuding fathers.

Warrings: SMUT! Teasing, Dry humping, slight hand job, female reader, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk?

MasterList

“dad, I'm going out” I said, peaking my head into his office. Pongo sat up from his bed next to mu dad's desk and greeted me with a nudge of his black nose and his waging tail. My dad looked up from the file he was reading and smiled.

“where are you going if you don't mind me asking?” my father asked kindly. That was the problem, he was too kind and it killed me to lie to him. The secret keeping wasn't exactly his fault, he hated the on going feud just as much as August and I did.

It was bad enough my dad still felt guilty about Gepetto's parents and when the secret was revealed he tunred on my father then making me and August Storybrooke's very own Romeo and Juliette, which sucks beacuse I hate Shakespeare. I'm sure my father would be supportive, because he's nothing less than loyal and kind, but me and August both agreed to keep our love a secret.

“going out with Ruby” I quickly lied which ment I'd have to shoot her a text, asking her to cover my ass. My dad nodded and waved good bye. “okay, love you Bug”

“love you too” I said and quickly left to meet up with August.

We met up at the toll bridge like we always did. “hey, beautiful” August smirked and handed me the spare helmet beofer claiming on the back of his motorcycle. The helmet I wore covered my face completely, it was a safety thing and he never let me get on the back of his bike without it. But if I was on the back of it no one in Storybrooke knew who I was and trust me the people of Storybrooke wanted to know who August was riding around town with.

No one knew about us except Ruby and Emma. Ruby knew because she was my best friend and I'd never lie to her and emma just found out by mistake, she had walked in on us one time because August forgot to lock the door to his place.

It didn't matter that there was nothing to do in town, it was nice just to hold on to him as we road around Storybrooke on his bike. With the helmets on we were just a couple without any worries, and we didn't have to deal with our his father.

We made a few laps around town then went threw the woods once before getting some food at Granny's. We could go in there and no one would question it, we got our usual spot which was in the very back and ate before heading back to his place to relax.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Later that afternoon August and y/n retired to his apartment to relax and so August could do some writing. The clacking of a typewriter filled August's ears as he concentrated on the story he was working on. His girlfriend of two years sighed as she layed on the bed they shared. It felt cold without him and the lazy day turned into something that dragged. Y/n tossed around in bed a bit before rolling on her stomach and watched August typing away on the typewriter he refused to replace with a computer. “Auggie?”

without looking up he spoke in a tone that said u. Wasn't fully listening. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

Y/n silently rolled out of bed and walked to where his desk stood on the other side of their bedroom. She stood behind the chair he was setting in and ran her hand through his wavy hair then kissed the side of his forehead. “Are you almost done?”

He looks up and sees her behind him. He smiles. "Not even halfway, darling.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind as she placed gentle kisses on his scruffy jaw. “But I'm so bored without you”

a grin spreads across his face. “Oh, you're bored?”

Without thinking, he scooted his chair away from the desk to wrap his arms around her and pulled her down to his lap with a smirk. She got comfortable in his lap, facing him with her legs dangling off the sides of the chair as I straddled his lap. August scooted his chair back to its original place and got back to work, resting his chin on her shoulder so he could continue writing. 

his fingers move over the keys as he continues writing, now feeling the warmth of her body against his “I'll let you sit on my lap if you behave”

Y/n shifted in his lap, making sure to brush up against the sensitive area between his legs. She rested her head against his chest, pretending she didn't know what she just did. “I'll behave…”

August bites his lip as he hears her innocent sounding voice as his cheeks slowly turn red. "You better behave…” he leaned forward and continued to type. 

She shifted slightly again, purposely grinding against him. August couldn't concentrate on his typing, the warmth between his legs growing increasingly uncomfortable and yet, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. His chest rose and fell in tandem with her breaths as he tried to ignore the distraction. 

Her soft moans filled his ears, feeling him starting to grow harder. The roughness of his jeans provided a small amount of friction against her short-shorts covered core. Placing his hands on her hips to keep her still, he leaned in close, letting out a low growl "You're going to be in trouble if you keep that up…”

“Sorry... Just trying to get 'comfortable'” she teased, hiding her face in his neck.

August's heart races as her soft breath fanned across his neck. He tries to ignore the growing bulge in his pants, focusing on the story he's telling. His fingers started to fly over the keys, the snapping of the keys getting louder and more aggressive as he got lost in the rhythm of their dance.

August grew harder against her, his erection twitched against where she needed him most, the only thing keeping them apart was her shorts and his jeans. The arousal between them grew as she gripped his t-shirt in her fists, her arousal soaking through her shorts onto his jeans. 

August let out a groan as he felt the wetness seeping through his jeans. His fingers falter slightly on the keyboard, but he grits his teeth stubbornly and keeps typing. I smirked, knowing he wasn't gonna give up easily. She kissed his jaw instead of grinded against him. 

August shivers at the touch of her lips on his skin. His fingers continue to fly over the keyboard, but his mind is no longer focused on the story he's telling. All he can think about is her body and how much he wants her “you're making this extremely difficult for me…”

“Just trying to give you... Emotional support” she teased as she nipped down his jaw and continued to grinded against him again. The wet patch on his jeans grew bigger. Her breathing quickens as her core ached for him. August groans again as he feels her plush lips on his skin, her body pressing against his. He tries to maintain control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. He can feel the bulge in his pants growing harder by the second. “you'll be giving me something else if you aren't careful…”

Y/n nipped at the skin under his ear then whispered, “like what?” she grinded against the sensitive area between his legs. 

August growls low in his throat, feeling the wetness against the fly of his jeans. He can't help but arch his back into the sensation, stopping his writing momentarily to hold her hips in place as he arched up into hers. She moaned as he arched his back, the zipper of his jeans pressed against her clothed clit. 

August bites his lip, feeling the need to give in to the desire building within him. He turned to face her, a hungry look in his eyes. She moaned, got desperate as she moved her hips faster. 

August's hands find her waist, pulling her closer to him as he crushes his lips against hers for a brushing, hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her fully as he pushes his rigid length against the fabric of her shorts.

She moaned against his lips, their tongues fought for the dominance he easily won. She tugged at his hair as their hips grinded against each other, making her grow wetter. As their mouths collided, a wave of heat rushed through him. He deepened the kiss, teasing her tongue with his own. She moaned against his lips, tugging at his hair. August groaned at the sensation as his hand snaked under her shirt, tracing a light pattern over your stomach. "You're making this awfully hard,”

“I could tell” she joked, pulling away from the kiss to look down at his erection pressing against his jeans. 

August chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his jeans. "I'm going to need some help with that," he murmured, taking hold of her hand and guiding it towards his hard length. "Touch me.”

Y/n's heart pounded as she stared into his blue eyes and slowly started to stroke him. His eyes fluttered shut as he tilted back. He let out a low groan as she stroked him, a look of pure lust and desire etched on his features. His breathing grew shallow and his body tensed, his hips jerking slightly in response to her touch.

She pressed her lips against his, her tongue danced with his. The feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her mouth mixed with his own was intoxicating. He groaned against her lips as she continued to stroke him, his hips bucking against her hand in an unconscious response to the pleasure she waw giving him "Fuck,”

Y/n teasingly rubbed her thumb over his leaking tip. His eyes grew wide as and his breath hitched as she teasingly rubbed his leaking tip. He couldn't contain a deep moan, his body shuddering with the effort to keep still "Jesus, baby," he gasped, his voice rough and husky. 

She slammed her lips against his for a rough kiss then pulled away. “W-we should go to the bed" y/n whispered against his ear as she continued to jerk him off. He was still in his chair and she was in his lap still. 

He nodded, gripping her tighter as he stood up. He kicked the chair aside and carried her to the bed, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation "God, you're so fucking beautiful,”

He dropped her onto the bed, making her slightly bounce as he climbed on top of her. His pupils were blown with lust, leaving very little blue showing in his eyes. Their eyes locked as she teasingly reached for his cock and stroked him again as he placed his hands on the bed, holding himself over her. 

August groaned deeply, his hips jerking involuntarily in response to her touch. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of their gaze mirroring the fire burning within him. "Fuck, baby... I need you so bad,"

Her thighs clinched together at the noises he was making, rubbing her thighs together for some sorta friction and started stroking him faster. 

August gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the sheets as she stroked him faster. He lowered his head, kissing her hungrily, his tongue sweeping into her mouth once more. The sight of her thighs rubbing together was driving him wild. She matched his hungry pace, kissing him and tangling her tongue with his. The grip she held on his cock tightened only slightly as she continued to stroke his leaking tip with her thumb making, His hips bucked violently. His muscles tense as he fought to maintain control. He groaned, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. "Fuck, baby... I can't wait much longer.”

She stroked him faster as she buried her face into his neck, nipping and kissing his neck. 

He groaned deeply, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. "Take off your shorts," he commanded, his hands tightening on her hips. "I need to be inside you now.”

As she let go of his cock, he sat back on his knees at the end of the bed as she frantically tried to pull her shorts down. His cock twitched in anticipation. As soon as they were down around her ankles, he grabbed her hips, pushing her back onto the bed, positioning himself at her entrance. 

Y/n moaned as her back hit the bed with some force. Her hands racked into his hair, tugging desperately as his tip rub up against her aching core “A-August” 

"Relax, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low. He dragged his tip down her folds, teasing her. 

He chuckled darkly against her neck as he continued to tease y/n like she did to him. “P-please stop teasing” she panted. 

August smirked and finally pushed inside her, filling her up in one swift motion. He groaned deeply, his hips meeting y/n's as he began to thrust slowly. “So tight…” he growled against her earlobe. 

Y/n let out a loud moan, throwing her head back against the pillow as he stretched her out. August picked up the pace, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. His free hand gripped her hip tightly, holding her down while he claimed every inch of her body. “You feel so good…”he panted, his cock throbbing inside her.

Y/n dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist as a desperate attempt to hold on as he moved harder and faster. I moaned and whimpered his name as the bed creaked and moved under their movements. 

"Fuck..." August groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he lost control. His cock pounded deep inside her, claiming her body as his own. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking and creaking of the bed moving under them.

“A-August!” y/n moaned out as he thrusted into her, hitting her g-spot with force over and over. 

"That's it, baby," he growled against her neck as he pounded into her, his hips meeting hers with each thrust as his grip tightened. He pulling her closer, claiming her completely. “You're mine…”

“I'm yours!” y/n moaned. 

"fuck yes," he growled, his lips brushing against her neck. His thrusts became harder and faster, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his impending orgasm. Y/n’s moans fueled his passion, driving him to greater heights of desire.

She felt a tight knot forming her stomach, making her heart pounded as she tightened around him every time his tip hit her g-spot. Y/n gripped his shoulders, moaning louder “I'm c-close”

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he thrust deeper and harder. His cock throbbed inside her, seeking release from the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

with one last thrust the knot snapped, triggering her climax. Her head fell back in pleasure as she came hard on his cock “August!” 

August let out a hoarse cry, his body trembling as he felt her tighten around him. He thrust one last time, feeling her clench around him as he released himself inside her. 

“Mmm…” y/n hummed softly and lovingly as she gently ran her fingers through his messy hair. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before pressing his lips against her in a slow, passionate kiss. Y/n blushed and kissed him back softly. She moaned against his lips as he slowly pulled out. August let out a soft moan, his cock throbbing from the pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her softly, his eyes locked with her e/c ones. “I love you” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

--------(August's pov)--------

“there you are, where were you, My boy?” my father asked as I walked I to his shop early the next morning. My heart pounded against my chest when he asked my that, I knew I was supposed to remain truthful and selfless if I wanted to remain human. Hell, if I was still a hunck off wood my nose would be a mile long by now. Is it really selfish if I'm protecting y/n? And I'm not lying when I tell my father I was home all night.

“just at my apartment... Doing some writing” still technically not a lie... I was writing untill y/n districted me. I looked into my father's eyes and I knew he could tell I was hiding something. “I know when your lying, your nose may not grow anymore but I see the other signs”

I sighed, taking off my leather jacket and throwing it on the chair that sat in the corner of my father's work shop. “I'm telling you the truth Papa, I was at home”

“with whom, Son?” he pushed. Just out of instincted I reached up and scratched my twitching nose. It's stupid I have to remind myself I'm human and not some wooden lie detector. “you were with her again... Weren't you?”

I sighed and faced my father with pleading eyes. “yes! Yes I was with y/n... Papa whatever beef you have with Jiminy doesn't involve her or me” I stared at him from acrossed his work table, the frustration and emotions I felt since day one of my relationship boiled over. “you want me to be truthfull? Selfless? Well here's to truth, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I love everything about her. Her eyes, her smiles, the ways she laughs, everything! Damnit, papa she's the kindest most selfless person in this whole damn town! It would be selfish of me just to keep our relationship a secret”

My father crossed his arms over his chest sighing. He looked down for just a moment before looking back up at me. “I've been the selfish one, I didn't relize the grudge I held effected not only your life but y/n. I'm truly greatful your heart is full of love and not hate like mine is. If you truly love y/n, then I won't get in your way. If anyone deserves a happy ending it's you, my son”

I was shocked, but relieved at the same time. A big smile few acrossed my face and I hugged my father, greatful he was so excepting.

Later that night I stayed up in the shop, working on a wooden jewelry box for y/n. The quiet was getting to me so I called y/n, putting my phone on speaker phone so I could sand the wood and talk to my Love.

“Hey!” her beautiful voice said.

I smiled, wishing I could see her instead of just hearing her. “hey, beautiful”

“what's up? It's late” she asked concerned. Yeah it was late, but it was nothing new for y/n to stay up so late. She was probably reading.

She was the one person I can't nor won't lie too, so I quickly cut to the chase, not wanting to worry her by beating around the bush. “my papa found out about us...or I told him” I spoke softly.

“I know you don't like lying to him... How did he take it?”

I smiled even though she couldn't see it. “well, I guess we're pretty damn lucky because he said as long as we love each he won't get in the way”

“that's great!”

I smiled softly, then there was a beat of silence between both ends of the phone. It felt like a breath of fresh air not having to hide anymore. There's no amout of words that could express my love for this woman. I don't know how I got so lucky. “hey, sweetheart?”

“yeah?” she asked softly.

“You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” I smiled softly.

“I love you... You'll always be a hero in my eyes. I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore”

“me too... And I love you too” I smiled, I loved her more than ever and how didn't have be a hidden secret.

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Made To Kill pt.3

A/N: Hehe, we'll just not talk about my upload schedule. Better late than never. Hope y'all enjoy!

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Summary: The clock tower in Storybrooke has mysteriously started up again, causing a weird feeling in your gut and for Jason to start questioning things about the newcomer. Back in the Enchanted Forrest, the trio reflect on the dark curse Rumpelstiltskin told Charming and Snow.

Word Count: 2830

Warnings: None

A day passes, being the same as it was before. You woke up, less sore than before, and headed for school. Except, right as you left your house, you heard a loud ringing coming from the part of town where most of the shops were. Looking over the houses of your neighborhood you had a clear view of the broken clock tower. Or well, what was supposed to be broken, however, when you looked at it, it didn’t read 8:15 like it should. It read 8 o’clock on the dot. It shouldn’t have mattered to you but deep down, you felt something in your gut. Like hope.

Don’t be ridiculous, you thought. It’s a stupid clock tower.

But apparently not. While walking to school, you kept hearing whispers about the clock tower.

‘That has never worked.’

‘I didn’t realize how loud the clock tower was.’

‘I wonder why it’s only now starting to work?’

That’s last one stuck with you. You have to admit, you are a little suspicious on why it’s working now. Why has it only now started up?

As you neared the school's entrance, something crashed into you, almost knocking you off your feet. You caught yourself, however, and the thing, or shall you say person, that ran into you from falling into the ground. "Woah there. Careful kid." You looked down at the at the kid that ran into you. He had mousy brown hair that matched his eyes. He couldn't be no more than 11 years old, but you recognized him as the mayor's kid, Henry Mills. "Watch where you are going."

"Sorry." he said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You sighed looking down at him. "You're fine. Just be careful in the future, ok?"

"Right."

You nodded your head, about to go inside, when you felt his hand grasp the sleeve of your coat.

"Did you feel something this morning?"

"What?" you asked at him.

"When you woke up this morning, did you feel something? A gut feeling, like something happened."

You looked at him weirdly, wondering what type of question that was. But another part of you wondered how he knew. How did this child know that you woke up today with an off-put feeling in your gut? You weren't even sure how to answer him when you got interrupted.

"Hey, Henry. You okay, buddy?"

You looked behind you to see the same women you saw the other day, Mary Margaret and the women in red.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just ran into Y/N." he answered.

You weren't surprised he knew who you were. Everyone in this town knew who you were, just not in a good way.

"Yeah, he's fine. I caught him before he could fall." You affirmed, nodding to the older women.

"Alright then. You should head into school before you're late and your mother yells at me for it." The woman in red nodded towards the school.

"Right. Well, I'll see you later then." As he ran into the school, you turned to say bye when you found the one in red already looking at you, her eyes squinted, and head tilted.

"You were the one of the kids in the fight yesterday. The one pinning the other to the lockers."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement, yet you still felt the need to answer her.

"Uh, yeah, I was. Although, I wouldn't call it a fight."

"Yeah, well, looked like the beginning of one." She answered you. All you could do was nod your head and look anywhere but the two ladies in front of you.

Mary Margaret, sensing the awkwardness rising between the three of you decided to jump in and speak. "Emma, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Emma Swan."

"Nice to meet you, kid." The blonde named Emma said, sticking out her hand for you to take.

"You, too." You replied, grasping her hand and shaking it. When you clasped her hand into your own, you felt the same strange, unknowing feeling in your gut that you felt this morning, but the second you let go, it was gone.

"Well, um," you stuttered, looking towards the school building. "I should probably get to school."

"Right. I should, too." Mary Margaret chimed in. "I'll see you around, Emma." She smiled brightly at you two and walked towards the school building.

You turned towards Emma, nodded your head once and said, "See you around, then."

"See ya, kid." She answered. "Don't get into any trouble."

"I try." You answered. I really do.

As you turned towards the school and started up the steps you felt a presence ahead of you in your way. Expecting Brock, you looked up in annoyance but instead of greased black hair and green eyes, you were met with fluffy strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Did you see the clock tower?” Jason asked, leaning against the handles on the stairs, his hand clutching his phone. “Or, more correctly, heard the clock tower?”

Although not Brock, you still held annoyance in your eyes while staring at him. “Of course, I did. What of it?”

"You're not suspicious about it or anything?" He asked, failing to pick up your annoyance and falling into steps with you towards school. "Why it only now started to work?"

Although you definitely were, you weren't going to tell Jason that. It's not like we are friends. "I just assumed the mayor finally got off her ass and paid someone to fix it." You answered, walking up to your locker.

"But why now? Out of our whole life, have you ever seen it show a time that wasn't 8:15?" Jason questioned, ignoring your colorful language and leaning up against the locker next to yours, tilting his phone towards you.

You paused in your movements, glancing at his phone to see that the clock did show a different time, your locker halfway unlocked. "What is this?" you ask Jason, sending him a skeptical look. "What are we doing right now?"

"Talking to each other."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Because..." Jason sighed, looking down at the ground and avoiding eye contact with you, "I've seen you around school." he said as you opened your locker and got your books out. "And I know the reputation you have in this town."

"Everybody does." You said, slamming your locker and turning to him.

"But I think there is more to you than you let on." He smirked looking at you.

You look at him incredulously, slightly shaking your head.

"So, I want to get know you. To become your friend."

"No thank you." You answer him. "I'm fine by myself."

"Are you sure about that?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at you. "Constantly being goaded into fights and then getting the downfall of those fights? Constantly avoided by students and looked down at by teachers? That's 'fine' to you?"

You lock your jaw, staring hard into your locker, refusing to meet those blues eyes staring at the side of your head. "Yeah, I thought not." he scoffed.

"I didn't say anything." You bit out.

"You didn't have to." He sighs, shaking his head and looking at the other students around the hall, talking and chatting with other they called 'friend.' "Look, Y/N," he says, looking back at you, "I don't want to get in a fight with you. You've had more than your share of them." Your hands curl into a fist at that. "But" Jason continues, "I also don't want to see you get into them."

You freeze at that, not knowing how to answer to that. You turn your head to him. "What?"

"You get goaded into fights and get the punishment for them. That sounds like it takes a lot from you, both mentally and physically. You might need someone to talk to." He looked at you expectantly, wanting you to agree with him.

Instead, you ask him, "Did Ms. Blanchard put you up to this?"

"What?" he asks.

"Did Ms. Blanchard ask you to befriend me or something?" You ask him, eyeing him skeptically. "Did she promise you extra credit or something?"

"What? No! God no." He says straightening up and shaking his head. "She didn't ask me or promise me anything. And, frankly, I'm offended you think I need extra credit in this school in the first place." You sigh at him, looking back to your locker and putting the lock back in its place. "Anyways, now that that's all settled-"

"What did we settle?"

"-Have you heard anything about the new girl in town?" Jason asks, ignoring your question entirely.

You didn't answer right away, debating if you should really trust what he said and entertain his idea of being friends. And although the thought of walking away without replying to him was tempting, something in your gut was telling you to answer him and at least try.

"All I know is that her name is Emma Swan." You answered him, walking towards first period.

Jason walked beside you while talking, expertly moving around students while not running into you in the process. "From what I've heard and seen, she's the mayor's son's biological mother."

"Henry Mill's mom?" you asked. You thought back to just 10 minutes ago when Henry ran into you and how Emma came in to check up on him.

"Yeah. Traveled to Boston by himself to find her." he replied, dodging a door that randomly opened next to him.

"That kid's determined, I'll give him that." What were you doing? Never had you held a conversation this long, much less gossiped about anyone or anything. It felt weird.

"Oh yeah." You both stop outside your first block classroom. You turned to Jason to say goodbye, finding him already leaning against the door frame, staring at you. "You think she has something to do with this?"

"With what?" you asked.

"The clocktower moving again."

You raised your eyebrow at him. "What? You think she stayed here just to get the clock tower to work again?"

"Not exactly." he said straightening up. "Tell me, Y/N, did you feel something when the clock tower started moving? Something in your gut?" he squinted his eyes questioningly at you.

You considered, for a moment, to lie to him. Telling him that he's stupid for asking such a question walking into your class, but your mind wandered to how Henry asked you the exact same question. "Yeah. Like... hope, almost." You shook your head. "But that's dumb. It's just a stupid clock."

"Maybe but think about it. That clock hasn't moved for our whole lives. Then, all of a sudden, this woman shows up in her red jacket, decides to stay here and the next day it starts working again?"

"Maybe the mayor thought it was a better impression to have the clock tower fixed." You shrugged your shoulders at him, not understanding where he is going with this.

"I don't know. It's just weird to me." he replies. You understand where he is getting at but there could be a million reasons why the tower started to move again. "Anyways," Jason sighs, straightening the straps on his backpack, "First class starts soon. I'll see you at lunch." He waves at you walking backwards down the hall. You wave back at him, entering your first class of the day, Geometry. Usually, you were the first one into class, but today someone had beat you to it. Sitting in the second row, right next to the windows and A/C unit was a dark brown hair boy, with hazel green eyes framed by brown acetate glasses. His faced sat in one hand while the other held a book he was reading. You recognized him. He wasn't such a pain in your ass as Brock was but got on your nerves every now and then, especially when he does something the teacher think you should pick up on.

His name was Hector, and he was the only kid that rivaled you with his grades.

"You guys actually believe Rumpelstiltskin?"

You looked towards Jason, who was looking out the window of your guys' shared room. He still had his uniform on, but he took off the heavier armor pieces. He looked serious, which was an odd but still fitting expression for him.

"I mean," you say, turning your head back up at the ceiling, resting your head on your pillow and continuing to throw the ball in your hand in the air and catching it. "My gut is telling me to trust him, and my gut instinct has never been wrong."

Jason gets up from leaning on the wall and heads towards his bed. "I know. It's just," he sighs as he sits at the foot of his bed, "Something doesn't feel right."

You raise an eyebrow at him, hinting him to explain.

"I mean, every time one of us ask him for something, it bites us in the ass later on. Who's to say it won't happen again?"

You open your mouth to respond to him when someone else beats you to it.

"It's not like we have that many choices."

You turn your head to where the voice sounded. Hector walked into the room, his dark brown hair wet from his evening bath, green eyes shining in the candlelight. He, unlike Jason, has switched from his uniform to a classic linen shirt and brown trousers.

What a sight.

"Rumpelstiltskin, whether he likes it or not, is gonna be affected by the Evil Queen's curse, too. He's gonna need a way out as much as we will." Hector stated, walking over to his bed a few feet from yours.

Your eyes never left his figure for a second.

"I know that." Jason said, falling back onto his bed. "But it still doesn't feel right."

"I never said it did." Hector said, searching around his dresser and nightstand. "But it's the best choice we have at the moment. If you have a better plan to take down the Evil Queen, then by all means, go tell Snow White and Charming. I'm sure they are more than willing to use your plan - where are my glasses?!" Hector throws his blanket and pillow off the bed in search for his missing items.

"Hect," you say, reaching over to your coat hanging on your bedframe, and rummaging through your pocket. "Here." You say pulling his glasses out and handing them to him. "You left these at the training ground earlier today."

He turns to you, a slight smile on his lips as he walks over to you and grabs them for your hand. His fingers graze yours slightly longer than they should have. "Thank you."

"Of course." You say, smiling at him.

Jason has sat up by this time and looked between the two of you, a slight smirk growing on his lip. "Well," he says, clapping his hands together and standing up, bringing the attention from you and Hector onto him, "I'm going to head to the baths before the fire used to warm the water is put out." He grabs his night clothes and walks out the room. "You kids stay safe." Before he walks out the door, he turns to you and winks before closing the door behind him.

As you look back to Hector, he has gone back to sitting down at his bed, cleaning the lens of his glasses. "So," you say to grab his attention. "What do you think this dark curse is?"

Hector looks at up at you with thoughtful eyes. You can tell his mind is racing just by the look in them. "I don't know." he whispers.

"Really?" You say lightly smirking. "Nothing in those books of yours can help us at all?"

He looks at you with his head tilted his eyes hooded in annoyance. "Annoyingly, no. Seems that whatever this curse is has never been used or is being created on the spot."

"Do you think she is bluffing?" you ask, turning on your side and propping your head on your hand.

"I think you of all people will know if she is bluffing or not." he answers. "Which makes me ask you, do you think she is bluffing?"

Your mind flashes to your memories of when you 'worked' for the Evil Queen. You knew she never bluffs. "No, I don't."

Hector looks at you for a moment, his eyes bouncing to different features of your face. Your nose, your ears, your eyes.

Your lips.

"Hey," he whispered, getting up from his bed and crossing to you. "Whatever it is," he kneels in front of you and takes your face in his hands, "we'll get through this. We always have."

You stared deep into his green eyes. They held so much admiration in them, it was astonishing.

"The Evil Queen won't split us up. We'll find our way back to each other."

Part 4: Coming Soon (I promise)

#david nolan #once upon a time #ouat #ouat fanfiction #ouat imagine #mary margaret blanchard #snow white #prince charming #emma swan #henry mills #once upon a time imagine #once upon a time fanfiction

[countrymusiclover]

27 - He's Not Dead

Part 28

His Golden Princess

@fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @alanaangie24

The sound of beeping wakes me up. Blinking my eyes opened a couple times I get met with a bright light coming from the window in my hospital room. Turning over my left hand there's an Iv and some things attached to my chest. The door to my room opened and I recognized Dr. Whale but I don't understand how I am here. The last thing I remember was watching my sister and Henry cross the town line. After that all I remember is a fuss. Whale picked up a chart confusion written on his face just like me. "Astrid, why exactly are you here. The last time I remember you being in the hospital was-"

"When I ate the apple turnover. Yeah I don't understand it either." Tossing the covers aside I climbed out of the bed against his judgment. Seeing some clothes at the foot of the bed I raised my hand creating a cloud gold wearing the now light green jacket, white tea shirt. Dark blue jeans with my hair completely loose. Exiting the hospital I wrap my arms around myself heading for the woods. The leaves crunched underneath my boots. Pausing in my step I spun around hearing an arrow being fired. Wrapping my hand around it I gasped seeing a figure appears from behind a tree carrying a crossbow in his hands.

The stranger walks up lowering his weapon while I held the arrow in my hands. He has bright blue eyes and brown hair. At first glance I could see he was Robin Hood. "Apologies princess. I thought you were an intruder." He explained stopping a few steps in front of me.

"It's alright. No harm done. May I ask how do you know I was - uh am a princess?" I questioned handing him the arrow back. He clipped it back onto his crossbow extending his freehand that I shake with a small smile. "Astrid, Astrid Swan."

He squeezes my hand staring down at something on my left hand in confusion. "Robin of Locksley. And I called you a princess my lady because I've heard rumors that your parents are well..Snow White and Prince Charming." He lifted my left hand where I noticed what reflected in the sunlight that was coming through the trees. "Those are my initials on this piece of jewelry. Except I don't recall giving it to you."

Removing the ring from my left ring finger I was more confused then when I woke up in the hospital. It doesn't make sense how we ended back in Storybrooke. The ring is silver with an RH engraved on the back of it. Twisting it in between my fingers I started to hand it back to him. "I'm not sure why I have this. But it must belong to you. So here take it back. My guess is it's in this time of memory I'm missing."

"Ah yes. Everyone seems to be having a missing year. As for the ring you keep it." Robin closed my hand around the ring still in the palm of my hand. "If I gave it to you I assume there's a good reason."

I give him a smile feeling my phone going off in my pocket. Answering the call I gasped in joy recognizing my sister's voice on the other side. "Astrid, there's something you need to know. Somehow Gold - uh Rumple is alive. It's a long story but Hook found me and helped me remember. Dad and I found an old cellar with sraw spun into gold on the floor." She hangs up texting me the address.

Turning towards the theif he raised a brow picking up his crossbow from the ground. "I'm guessing there's news." Nodding my head I waved bye quickly transporting to my sister and father waiting outside a cellar.

"I wish we could hug right now but I have to see it for myself Emma. Somehow in my heart I knew he wasn't dead." I explained eyeing my sister before creating a sword with my magic walking down the stairs. There's a big cage big enough to hold a person. Someone lifted their head causing my heart to warm at the sight of his brown eyes. "Rumple...is it really you?" Tears welling in my eye I rushed forward gripping the bars of his cell in my small hands.

Rumple gasped turning around in his chair with a spinning wheel sitting inside his large cell. "Astrid...it's you. You...you have to leave. You have no idea what this witch will make me do to you. She can’t see you with me." I could hear the concern in his tone but it didn't matter.

"The wicked witch. Like the one from Oz..." Shaking my head I waved my hands over the lock undoing it and opening the door extending my right hand for him to take. "I don't care what some women wearing a pointy hat says. I know you, Rumple. I’m not afraid. You would never hurt me."

Rumple shakes his head no until I give him puppy dog eyes being able to feel his desire to come with me is stronger than his fear. He gets to his feet slowly intertwining his hand with mine. He rests his forehead against mine making me smile. "I love you remember that princess....now run. Run go." He raised his tone to a warning before someone laughed sitting in the corner.

"Don’t mind me. Carry on. I was just enjoying the show." The woman smiled having green eyes and curly orange hair. She holds the dagger in her left hand.

Drawing my sword I attempted to push Rumple behind me with my other arm. Aiming the tip towards her I gripped the handle of my weapon. I don't recognize her but she's holding the one thing that can control my boyfriend. "Let him go witch. Nobody in this town knows who you are. Why on earth do you need him. Fight me instead. Just let him go. I know that he's strong enough to fight against you. That we are strong enough!" I intertwined my freehand with Rumple's not backing down.

"You're soulmates bond is no match for this dagger. I suggest you run on back to mommy Charming." The woman smirked moving the dagger forward where Rumple suddenly shoves me against the stairs causing me to drop my sword. I grunted seeing his hands bawled into fists at his sides where for once since I met him I run away in fear.

Getting up the stairs my sister keeps her gun raised when i collapse into my father's sobbing. "He's alive...but she's here. She knows about our bomd dad." He wrapped his arms around my waist. Running one hand through my hair hearing someone coming up the stairs quickly.

"Zelena sends a message. She will face Regina and no one interferes. Next time you try to stop her I will kill you!" Rumple points his index finger towards the three of us. I bury my face into my father's chest wishing this wasn't how I found out the man I loved was truly still alive.

Yay! I managed to get another chapter out in my first week of being back in college.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#his golden princess #robert carlyle #margot robbie #ouat rumplestilskin #ouat rumplestilskin x reader #rumplestilskin x reader #rumple x reader #emma swam x sister reader #emma swan #snow white #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan #prince charming/david #henry mills #regina mills #zelena mills #the dark one #ouat robin hood #once upon a time #ouat #ouat fanfiction #ouat fic #ouat fandom #oc : astrid swan #ouat mr. gold #the enchanted forest #storybrooke #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated #elle fanning

[kelyon]

Contract!Belle, how's it been going with Gold? Has anyone noticed that you spend a lot of time in his house?

It's going well. I really enjoy his company.

The "clerical work" ruse is working out for us. I was a little worried about spending the night at his place, but if anyone noticed they haven't said anything. I think it helps that I walk to his house--no one sees my car parked in his driveway for hours at a time.

Things are a lot better when he takes me out of Storybrooke and we don't have to worry about anyone knowing us. Anonymity allows us to be more affectionate. Strangers see us eating dinner together or walking arm in arm and they think we're dating, and they don't see anything suspicious about that. It's nice.

Our relationship is such a tricky thing. If we really were dating, I wouldn't let Gold keep our relationship a secret. We could hold hands on Main Street and kiss each other good-bye and if anyone said anything about it, I would whack them over the head with a spreader bar.

But we're not dating. Confidentiality is part of the contract, part of what helps Gold feel safe in our dynamic. I'm not going to betray that. We'll just have to keep our distances in public, no matter how close we are in private.

#contract #tmi tuesday #on a wednesday

[ladystrallan]

Once Upon a Time season 4B thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- I think the life she always wanted was for you to not be evil

- Camelot mention

- Okay that’s actually kinda nice

- Rumbelle travelling together would be so cute

- Robin… stop brooding and get a DIVORCE

- When is Marian Zelena? Waiting for my girl to come back

- Wow that’s cool of Marian

- Still annoying though

- Yeah… don’t call me grandma

- A dalmatian… Cruella?

- Oh no she got kidnapped!

- Bye Robin lol

- You kidnap my girl, you will die

- “Why do you care about me?” “… I don’t” HE WAS GOING TO SAY I LOVE YOU

- Rumple getting exposed…

- This is making me so anxious omg

- Oooh belle with the dagger

- Omg she’s gonna command him to cross

- “Your true love is power” omg nooooo

- This is DEVASTATING

- NOOOOOOOOO

- I’M CRYING THIS IS SO SAD

- “Everyone deserves their happy ending” except rumple apparently

- I LOVE this interpretation of Cruella!

- Her animal control powers are so cool and I love the green smoke like in her movie

- Regina is mayor again… don’t know how that happened

- What if… I don’t want them to be released

- Her name in the land without magic is still Cruella??? Isn’t that suspicious?

- Get in loser, we’re going to storybrooke

- Not the drive thru…

- She taped the picture back together… can’t she just magic it back together?

- Is that chernabog?

- He also used to give me nightmares

- Loving all the fantasia content this season

- “Is there a dwarf called Evilly?” Lol

- IT WAS GOING AFTER EMMA

- The charmings have a juicy secret

- Cruella’s matching phone case… iconic

- “Is there a problem sheriff chiseled chin?” Lol

- WHAT DID HOOK DO???

- Ooh maleficent is pregnant! (I remember that lily is her daughter)

- Omg the rattle

- Maleficent’s modern outfits are so slay

- She has a similar style to Zelena

- Since when was there a train in storybrooke??? It has to be in the town lines obviously

- Using a sleeping curse concoction to get high lol

- Did young regina borrow one of rumple’s outfits? It looks like it

- OMG IT WAS RUMPLE

- Rumple is going to beat up will so hard lol

- Noooooo I hate there not being Rumbelle

- YASSSS August is back!

- Ursula has the exact same backstory as Ariel

- But I do like the idea that she used to be a mermaid

- I have a feeling that’s not actually Robin

- Oh it was a dream

- Sometimes the cgi in this show is downright scary

- Not the growing nose

- Loving these villain backstories

- Awwww Ursula redemption

- “It’s you” AWWWWWWW

- I love captainswan

- Omg young emma ripping snow’s heart out

- Ooh they’re setting up the dark swan arc

- THATS THE AUTHOR (I remember him)

- Ugh I hate Isaac

- That’s actually so sinister (the charmings stealing maleficent’s baby)

- And to ‘ensure Emma’s goodness’

- Like maybe just raise her right???

- Rumple stop being evil I’m begging you

- Oh that’s how ursula and cruella ended up in TLWM

- I LOVE WALT DISNEY BEING AN AUTHOR

- Kinda ironic that the thief gets stolen from

- Not the taxes

- “If this is new york I’d hate to see the old one” lol

- Not rumple having a heart attack…

- OZ MENTION

- Hopefully this means my girl Zelena is coming back soon

- “That’s not the marian I know” foreshadowing

- YASSSSS ZELENA IS SO SLAY

- Even when she’s threatening rumple

- Her plan to disguise herself as marian is 10/10

- She’s so smart

- Not Cruella’s mom using dalmatians to threaten her

- Fun fact about me is that I don’t like dogs at all (I’m a cat person)

- Cruella being able to control maleficent as a dragon is so cool

- EX HUSBAND???

- Noooooo rumbelle should still be together

- YASSSS THEY KISSED

- not Will…

- NOOOOO IT WAS REGINA CONTROLLING HER

- Regina literally stop

- You’re supposed to be redeemed but you’re literally leveraging belle (who is innocent) against rumple

- Doesn’t seem like a very heroic thing to do

- “I know a nice quiet spot where we can… talk” seems a little serial killer-y

- All the little details in this show are perfection

- Like Cruella’s favourite song being the Cruella de Vil song from the movie

- FaceTime ransom

- Ooh emma doesn’t trust her parents

- Noooooo not the mom

- Ohhhhh yikes backstory

- I like how they sympathized/redeemed Ursula and Maleficent but when they got to Cruella they were like nope she’s just a psychopath

- Emma’s going dark omg just about to punch that guy

- Ooh rumple is going to beat will’s ass

- “Alright scrappy” lol

- SHE LIED

- Emma should have mentioned that she knows her birth mother

- Nooooo that is so sad that Emma never got a good family as a kid

- She got copped out so many times (Ingrid, these people)

- Nooooo rumple saying will is going to protect belle’s heart

- I NEED THEM BACK TOGETHER ASAP

- Okay the fact that Zelena tricked Robin into getting her pregnant is very yikes

- Yikes I forgot Regina sterilized herself

- THE HEROES AND VILLAINS BOOK

- The ogres are back!

- I love hero!rumple

- Would he be called ‘the light one’???

- “Come on Henry please be dead” lol

- Isaac is literally so stupid he can’t even remember the story that HE WROTE

- “Hi ho boys, it’s off to work we go” that sounds so funny when you say it ominously

- Villain!snow >>> hero!regina

- I said what I said

- Omg Snow actually being in love with James???

- LOL ZELENA BEING ROBIN’S FIANCÉE

- I just noticed charming’s guyliner lol

- He is called the light one!!!

- THE CHIPPED CUP

- I love a good stop the wedding plot

- OMG SHE’S TURNING GREEN AGAIN

- “I don’t love Will” YASSSSS

- KISS HIM BELLE

- Aaaaaaaa I hate stuff with black eyes

- Ooh dark swan set up

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Zelena, Hook, Emma

Like: Cruella, Belle, Ursula, Maleficent, August

Neutral: Rumple (it pains me to put him here), Lily, David, Snow, Henry, The Apprentice, Will Scarlet

Dislike: Regina, Robin

Hate: Isaac

Season rating: 6/10

I really like Cruella, Ursula, and Maleficent! I think the writers made really cool interpretations of their characters. I was not a fan of Rumbelle not being together, Regina and Robin getting a lot of focus, and Isaac. I HATE ISAAC. The season was pretty engaging though. Probably would have rated it lower if not for the villain girlboss trio (and Zelena).

#ouat thoughts #once upon a time #once upon a time season 4 #once upon a time season 4b #ouat 4b #ouat #rumpelstiltskin #belle french #rumbelle #regina mills #zelena mills #zelena ouat #zelena #outlaw queen #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #maleficent ouat #ursula ouat #cruella de vil ouat #henry mills #heroes and villains

[bestsnow-white]

Emma did a small wave to Ashley and Alex. "Bye bye" she said, trying to be cute. Part of the blonde had to admit she was enjoying this. Somewhat. But Emma was still concerned. Where was Neal? And how did she not know this had been going on a year? What else had happened? Emma kicked and squirmed as David began changing her, the blonde did a few more little grunts and a bit of number one. "I'm done I think" she told David. But the blonde was trying hard to keep from yawning.

" Awe your so cute baby girl," David replied kissing her forehead. " The only Neal David or anyone here knew was Baelfire they had no idea of any other Neal. The curse broke a year ago and all of a sudden thing changed but not a soul even noticed or knew what went on to the people of Storybrooke everything is as should be. "Oh, your daddy's little squirmy wiggly baby aren't you yes you are," David cooed as he held his daughter's legs too clean her up. "i know baby now looks like my little girl wants to go beddy bye let's get you into a cot that your nana has ere for when you need to stay with daddy and tomorrow you go to work with mommy," David replies as he sets Emma down and rocks her to sleep.

#prince charming #snow white #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan #emma swan #neal nolan #regina mills #henry mills #zelena mills #roland #robin hood #maleficent #lily ouat #ruby #rumple #gideon ouat #baelfire #belle #ouat ask rp #ouat asks #ouat rp #ouat #ouat roleplay #once upon a time rp #once upon a time roleplay #once upon a time #anon asks #anon ask #ask #asks

[touchstarvedsam]

i headcanon that time stands still in heaven for those without their soulmate, to lessen the pain of being without them, and then once they reunite in heaven, time starts moving again

so dean didn't even feel time passing without sammy, but when sam joined him time started moving again, and dean felt that for the first time

#wincest #soulmates #don't @ me i'm emotional #this is dumb ignore me #also got the idea from storybrooke in ouat lmao #SAM WINCHESTER IS EMMA SWAN FIGHT ME #dean can be regina bc i'm here for it #anyway ignore me bye

[pirateheir]

source!

#video / #weaponry / #((video not mine)) #「muse relevant」 #「v: when in storybrooke」 #[also this is v much auradon raised!harriet bye]

[vampandvisiongirl]

AoSaJ- (Adventures of Swan and Jones)

Episode 1:

Emma: For practice, let’s enter that license plate into the computer.

Killian- *Proceeds to get out of cop car, yanks license plate off of Grumpy’s  parked vehicle and hands to Emma*

Emma: Shit.

#captain swan #i'm deputy #adventures of swan and jones #aosaj #episode 1 #it's a thing #i need it #i'll make it myself then bye #emma swan #killian jones #storybrooke pd

[supercorpkid]

Once Upon a Time in…

Storybrooke.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Emma Swan x Reader, Regina Mills x Reader, Snow White x Reader, Prince Charming x Reader.

Word Count: 2900.

Previously on the series - Neverland, Camelot

“So we’re back at square one.” You sigh, looking at Henry, while he is reading his enormous book.

“Not entirely true. We know that we have to lift the curse so you can leave, and that we have to do it fast before you become a character of the book.” He says, without raising his head at you. You’re almost arguing when a plate with at least 20 pancakes is placed before you. That stops your mind mid-rant.

“Thanks, Granny.” You smile at her, who smiles back before leaving. “Except that we don’t know who cursed the town, so I might as well embrace my fate of being a fairytale character right now and forever.”

“You know, there is another way.” He finally looks at you and you encourage him with an eyebrow raise. “Too risky and honestly? I don’t even know if they would agree to it…”

“Would you go on with it already? No need to build up the climax, we’re already past that.”

“Another curse.” Henry says and you furrow your brows. Having two curses surely doesn’t sound like the solution. “A liftable curse, of course.”

You just blink at him when he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Ok, what if my mom cursed you into believing you’re a part of the story? You would be written into the book-” You open your mouth to argue. “But it comes from someone who knows and can undo it. So, when the time comes, she lifts the curse and you’re not in the book anymore.”

“Uh.” You think about it for a second. “Sounds like it could work. It would be like if we had a countdown watch and after your mom’s curse it would just pause it.” You say and he nods in agreement.

“The protection spell around town gets lifted and she undoes your curse right after. The countdown restarts but you would be ready to leave.” He finishes your train of thought. “Only thing is whether she will agree to this.”

“Well, we’ve got to try, right? Might be our only hope.” You’re almost out of the booth when you look at the pancakes in front of you. “Give me a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re thinking about food right now.” Henry rolls his eyes at you.

“Can’t believe you’re not.” You say inhaling the food in front of you in exactly one minute. “Ok, I’m done.”

“This was traumatic to watch.”

You ignore him and you both run out of Granny’s to Regina’s house at the end of the main street. You try to go slower so he doesn’t fall too far behind, but you’re still in front of her house way before he gets there.

“Next time, give me a ride.” He is breathing hard next to you but recovers faster than normal. “Mom? Are you here?”

“In the kitchen, kid!” You hear Emma’s voice, and you follow Henry to it. You find both Regina and Emma making breakfast together. The scene doesn’t fail to bring tears to your eyes. It’s too familiar. “Oh, you guys are together, great!”

“We think we have a, well, it’s not a solution. It’s more like a-” Henry looks at you.

“Band-aid.” You give them a forced smile.

“Let’s hear it.” Regina asks and you and Henry do your best explaining the whole thing. “So I would undo the curse and she’ll leave, huh?”

“I know it’s not ideal but-”

“But it’s pretty good.” Emma says. She comes closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure about that, though?”

“No. I know nothing about magic.” You shrug. “If this was science or anything related, I would probably be sure, but this is outside my area of expertise. If you two think it could work, then I trust you to bring me back when it’s time.”

“You should know all magic comes with a price.” Regina adds.

“What’s the price?”

“We’ll learn about it later.” She raises an eyebrow at you. You think of Lena and how you need to go back home to see her eyebrow raise.

“I’ll pay.”

“Well, then hold on to it, kid.” Regina says with a smile. “You’re about to become a fairytale character.”

You and Henry look at each other. As good of an idea this was, you didn’t consider all the outcomes. You’ll become a fairytale character; you won’t remember anything about your actual life. You won’t remember your moms, aunts, cousins, girlfriend, grandmas… You know it’s what you have to do, if you ever want to make it out of this reality and back into yours, but still. Not remembering Jamie’s laugh, Maya’s kisses, Kelly’s comfort, Alex’s shoulder squeezes, Lillian’s head tilt, Eliza’s soft voice, Lena’s green eyes, Kara’s smiles, it almost makes you want to forget about this and find another way.

“Ok, the curse is ready.” Regina says and you look up, coming back from your thoughts.

“Smells funny.”

“I know, sweetheart. It's a curse. It's not meant to be pleasant.” She says, making your heart beat faster on your chest. You hold your necklace strongly in your hands; remember your family one last time. Then close your eyes.

“Yay, food!” You open your eyes and look at your moms on the other side with a stack of pancakes in front of them.

“Hey, leave some for your brother.” Regina says, stopping you before you grab all of the apple pancakes she has made.

“Fine, you can have one, Henry.” You joke, putting just one on his plate from the stack in front of you.

“Be nicer, honey.” Emma kisses the crown of your head, before sitting next to you. You smile, putting two more on his plate.

“There, you’re eating just as much as me now.”

“Listen kids, today Emma and I will be working with Mr. Gold to see if we can lift the protection spell around the city. You two will spend the day with the Charmings.”

“Oh, come on, moms. We’re old enough to help!” Henry says and you agree.

“Of course you are. And we will need your help when the time comes. Just, well, you know how is like to work with Mr. Gold-”

“Always an adventure.” You and Henry say in unison.

“Something like that.” Emma agrees looking like she wanted to disagree, instead. “Besides, I thought you had archery lessons with your grandma today?”

“Yes!” You agree, excitedly.

“And Henry, you will be hanging out with your grandpa at the station, right?” She gets his answer in the form of a nod. “Well, great, we’re all very busy today. But we’re still meeting at Granny’s tonight for dinner, ok?”

“Sure thing, mom.” You get up and kiss her head. “See you guys later, I’m late to meet grandma.” You kiss Regina’s head right after. “Bye, mom. Squirt, wanna a ride?”

“Stop calling me squirt.” Henry complains, getting up from the table. “See you later, moms.” He follows you to the front of the house. “Don’t run so fast, I just ate.”

“You know I only have two speed levels. Fast or breaking the sound barrier.” He jumps on your back and out you go, fast enough to be at the station in a blink of an eye. “See you later!”

It doesn’t take long before you and Snow White are walking in the woods close to the city. You love spending time in the woods with her. You love just sitting in silence and letting your senses become even more refined. Sure, you have super hearing, but she teaches you how to focus even on the simpler things. Leaves in the wind, steps in the woods, birds chirping. There’s no other place you feel as in peace as in the woods with Snow.

“So? How are the woods today?” She asks, hand on your shoulder.

“Was there ever a time where there wasn’t anyone in the woods doing weird stuff?” You ask, making Snow laugh loudly next to you.

“Not in Storybrooke.” Snow agrees with a smile and points a direction for you both to walk.

“How do you want to do this?” You ask, putting your bow into position and closing one eye, looking around.

“Like we shall do everything.” You look at her and she winks at you. “Together.”

You miss the shot. You try again. Your arrow breaks. You try again. You lose your temper. You try yet again.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

‘Together’ is the word to live by.

“Mom, can you help me take control of the panic attacks?” It’s late at night when you ask her that. Regina is happy that you’re asking for her help, and you two sneak into her office while Emma and Henry watch Space Paranoids.

“Remember,” She holds you, before she starts. “These are nightmares I’m putting in your mind. None of them are real. You’re safe and sound at home with us. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Ok.”

“But sweetheart, you’ve got to fight it. With all the strength and courage I know you have. Concentrate and fight it.” Regina says, and you nod, closing your eyes.

Your mind is filled with visions. Terrible ones, by the way. You see people dying, by shot guns and swords. It’s a war inside your mind. You know it’s not real, but the feeling is the same. You try to run but your legs feel wobbly and weak, and you fall on your knees. There’s a pool of blood under you and when you look to the side you see Henry with glassy eyes, completely lifeless.

“NOOOO!” Your heart starts beating into your ribcage, as you shake before reaching for him. “Please, please don’t be dead.”

“Concentrate. Focus.”

“HE IS DEAD! IT’S MY FAULT!” You yell, with tears wetting your face.

“It’s not your fault.” Regina says in your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“HENRY! PLEASE COME BACK!”

“What’s going on?” You hear his voice. Regina has already stopped filling your mind with visions, but still you see his glassy eyes staring at you. “Hey, open your eyes. I’m here.”

You see him. But your body is still reacting harshly to the vision. You cry and shake. You’ve failed, but you’re not the one to back down.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You’ll overcome your fears.

“Hey honey!” Emma wakes you up, with an excited greeting, and you roll to the side not opening your eyes just yet. “I could really use your help with something.”

“What is it?” You mumble, still too sleepy to talk.

“We’ve gotta help Ella. And I thought we could have some mother-daughter bonding time.”

“You’re my mother. Isn’t that enough of a bond?” You ask, as a joke, and you get a chuckle in response.

“Come on. It would be much faster if you could fly around and find her for me. Otherwise I would have to use magic to find a shoe and then more magic to track her, and then-”

“Oh my God, ok. I’ll help.” You get up and get ready in seconds. “I know you just want my help because I’m faster than the Flash.”

“Faster than a flash, honey.” Emma corrects you. “Let’s go!”

So you find Ella, just before her evil stepmother shoots her, and you stand tall in front of her because you’re indestructible, and your mom uses magic to contain her evil stepmother, and it’s just another day in Storybrooke. You know, for a really small town, there’s always something going on in here.

“Saving the town with my kid.” Emma throws her arms around your shoulders with a smile. “What mother could ask for more?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think being saved probably doesn’t sound so bad.” You complain, getting a tight squeeze from her.

“Sitting around waiting to be saved, with no idea whether someone’s actually going to come for you-” She sighs, loudly. “Trust me, I know doing all the saving all the time sounds exhausting. But waiting around is-is as bad as it can get, honey.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

Heroism comes first.

“Are you ready?” Snow asks and you agree excitedly. Bow and arrow ready to shoot. You look at her getting in position. “Together.”

You nod, and you two aim at the same spot. Both of the arrows travel together and land side by side in the middle of the target. You smile, excited. “I feel like the Green Arrow!”

“Who’s that?” Snow asks and you look at her furrowing your brows.

“I-I don’t know.” You think and think about how that name just easily left your mouth. Huh. Weird.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Here comes the town’ superhero!” Emma says when you walk in the kitchen.

“Here is the town’ savior!” You answer with a smile.

“I could use your help out there today, kid!” She widens her smile.

“Doesn’t this town have enough heroes?” You sit next to her, and she kisses the crown of your head, before placing a plate of hot waffles in front of you.

“But only one is super.” She winks, making you giggle in excitement. You’re convinced right away.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Focus. Concentrate.” Regina says, close to your ear. And you breathe deep trying to do so.

“It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear.”

“And when the wind blows, or it's raining, or someone's shooting arrows at you. Yes, concentration's hard. That's the point.” She bumps her shoulder on yours. “Sweetheart, you told me you needed help.”

“And I do.”

“Then let me help.” She runs her fingers through your hair slowly. “The world will always throw disappointments, sorrows and pain on our backs. It’s our job to learn how to handle them. I worked very hard for my first reaction to be as Regina and not as the Evil Queen.”

“I know, mom. You said that a million times.” Your answer makes Regina lose her cool a little. And you smile, apologetic. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I asked for help. I need to know how to handle the pain. Please, I’m ready to go on.”

“Close your eyes.” She asks again and you comply. “Are you ready?” You shake your head in agreement.

You see images. Like a lucid dream in your mind. Regina is using magic to alter what you see. And you see destruction, death everywhere. You see Snow’s head detached from her body, Emma bleeding with a sword on her heart, the only thing left from Charming is his hand, still clinging to his sword.

You should be ready by now. In fact, you should be used to it somehow. It’s not the first time you and Regina do this kind of exercise. But it doesn’t matter how many times you see your family bleeding out, totally lifeless in front of you, every single time, without fail, makes your heart beat faster, your lungs stop working, you shake, you start crying and hyperventilating, ready to destroy everything.

“Focus! No fire from the eyes.” You hear Regina’s voice and you come back to yourself a little bit, just to hold back your first reaction. It’s always the eyes.

“But mom is dead.” You cry out, clenching your fist.

“Concentrate. You can do it.”

You can do it.

You kneel before Snow’s head. Breath in while counting to 3. Hold your breath for 3 seconds. Breath out in the same amount of time. You know this isn’t real. Snow is home, and safe. You’re not in the enchanted forest. Nothing here is real.

You unclench your fist. Steadying your breath. You fight the images. Snow’s head goes back to her body. Charming’s hand disappears. Emma opens her eyes.

“You can do it.” You hear again. And you feel the thump in your heart settling back in your ribcage. Beating normal again. Soon enough the entire thing vanishes in front of your eyes. You open your eyes again. Your hands are still shaking a little, but you’re home with your mom, and you’re safe. She smiles fondly at you. “See? I knew you could do it.”

“I did it. I stopped my panic attack.” You say with excitement planted on your face and she hugs you tightly. It doesn’t matter how many months it took you to do so, you still did it.

“How about we celebrate? Guess who lifted the town’s protection spell this morning?”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widen in excitement.

“Yes! You know what that means?” Regina asks, and you can barely contain yourself, jumping up and down.

“Pizza from the neighborhood city!” You squeak. “Can I go get it? Please mom, let me go get it!”

“Here.” Regina gives you the money. “Bring enough for your grandparents. And Belle. Maybe Hook too. Just anyone who happens to be at Granny’s.”

“So basically the entire city?”

“Basically.” She smiles and you’re almost out the door, when you look back at her and add.

“Did I have any plans for when we could leave town?” You think and think, but nothing comes to mind. “It’s weird, I swear I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“Maybe to give mom a kiss?” Regina asks and you smile. Rushing to her and hugging her, before kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, it was probably just a kiss.” You chuckle.

Days. Weeks. Months.

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[spartanguard]

silvered sea captain

Summary: The sea captain who teaches Henry’s summer sailing class is not at all what Emma expected—in a good way. She’s not sure if she’ll be able to resist his charms...or his beard.

A/N: So, as I pointed out last night (and has been haunting me ever since I saw their Facebook post), the captain of the Lady Washington (aka the Jolly Roger) has a freaking amazing beard. Just look at it. And between my own comment and some other people’s, I couldn’t let go of the idea of Killian with that beautiful mass of facial hair. So I wrote this whole thing in like 4 hours while watching TV. It’s not the most detailed but hopefully hits all the right notes on beard and silver fox appreciation ;)

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When Henry wanted to sign up for a summer sailing camp, Emma expected it to be taught by some kindly old man, or maybe a gruff Navy veteran who really wasn’t that great with kids. She figured Henry would end the first day tired, sore, and maybe a little beat-down—it’s not like sailing was an easy pastime, especially not on the old-fashioned tall ship that was proudly standing in the Storybrooke marina. She already had a motivational speech ready to convince Henry to go back the next day (the camp was, after all, nonrefundable, and she was a single mom on a limited budget).

But it turned out she didn’t need to talk him into coming back; he came running down the gangplank once the ship was safely docked, shouting exuberantly about everything and spouting off nautical terms faster than she could figure out what he was saying. All she could understand was when he turned around and yelled, “Bye, Captain Killian! See you tomorrow!”

Emma looked back at the ship, to see a tallish man waving back. He looked to be well-built, wearing a nondescript polo and jeans, but it was hard to read the expression on his face through his frankly majestic beard. Maybe she had been right on both her assumptions—his facial hair was reminiscent of the Gorton’s fisherman, gray and all, but everything in his posture seemed no-nonsense. 

On the drive home, Henry continued to babble about the day, with frequent mentions of the Captain and the wisdom he handed out. From what she gathered, the guy was a Navy veteran-turned-commercial fisherman, who spent his summer vacation teaching camp. “And he’s got a hook, like a real pirate!” Henry exclaimed with all the enthusiasm of a 13-year-old boy raised on the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. (What? Orlando Bloom was hot.)

She had to laugh at his excitement, but was glad he’d found something he enjoyed that involved fresh air and not a screen. 

Emma was working a tricky bail bonds case the next few days, so her best friend got Henry after camp for her. “Have you talked to the instructor yet?” Mary Margaret asked when she picked Henry up after the penultimate day. 

“No; I didn’t get a chance. Why?”

“You should,” she said with a wink—which just made Emma groan; it wasn’t the first time Mary Margaret had made a romantic suggestion and likely wouldn’t be the last. But there was only one day left, so there wasn’t much point in even considering it. 

However, when Henry came running up to her car the next day, the Captain was following him. “Mom, this is Captain Killian Jones; Captain, my mom, Emma Swan.”

“A pleasure,” the man said, and extended his hand to her. She took it casually, but then made the fatal mistake of looking him in the eyes. 

Blue the color of the ocean behind him was staring at her from underneath dark, thick eyebrows and a similar shock of wind-tousled hair, a sharp contrast to the thick gray beard on his chin (though, up close, she noticed its dark auburn roots). 

And then she was truly dumbstruck when he brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss against the back of it, his bushy moustache tickling her skin. “I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things, Emma,” he said in his lilting accent. “And you’ve got an incredible lad here.”

“Uh, thanks,” she stammered. “He hasn’t been able to shut up about this all week, so I, uh, guess you run a tight ship.”

Captain Jones chuckled—a deep, somehow light thing that absolutely did not reverberate in her core, no way. “It’s always nice to leave an impression,” he grinned, and she could just make out the impression of dimples in his whiskers. (And she was choosing not to acknowledge the bit of chest hair teasing from the unbuttoned vee of his shirt, or the way the short sleeves highlighted his impressive biceps.)

“Mom, can I do it again next summer? Please?” Henry started begging; she’d kind of forgotten they weren’t alone, and the surprise made her finally drop his hand. 

“Yes, Mom? Please?” the Captain parroted, smirking, and her ovaries may have exploded.

“We’ll see,” she said, in a classic mom response, if only to put some distance between her and her sudden unexpected attraction. She didn’t do that anymore—at least, not with guys like this: good ones. 

“I hope so,” the Captain replied. “Henry might just have the skills to replace my first mate.”

They made their farewells and headed off for a camp-ending celebratory dinner at their favorite diner, and for the next week, Henry still wouldn’t stop talking about the camp—and its enigmatic leader. (If asked, she would decline to comment on the number of times she fantasized about dancing blue eyes and beard burn.)

But, like most things with a pre-teen, he moved onto the next obsession and by late fall, Henry’s adventure on the Jewel of the Realm was all but forgotten, save for their occasional drive past the marina. She was even able to block out her momentary infatuation—which came back to bite her when she ran her cart into someone else’s at the grocery store a couple weeks before Christmas. 

“Beg your pardon, ma’am—wait, Miss Swan?”

The seemingly unfamiliar man in front of her had close-cropped dark hair, with a few lighter streaks throughout, and mostly ginger-colored scruff over his sharp jaw. She was about to go on the defensive until she looked in his sharp blue eyes and it all came back. 

“Captain Jones! Wow, I didn’t recognize you without the beard,” she said. “Sorry about that.”

He chuckled and rubbed his chin. “‘S alright; I get that a lot. I tend to grow it out during the summer, when we’re at sea, but it’s a bit impractical for shore leave.”

“I can see that,” she said. And it was kind of nice to actually be able to see his face. Before, it had been hard to tell how old he was; she would have placed him in his early to mid 50s. Now, it was apparent that he was much younger—40 at best, but probably less. 

“How’s Henry?” he enquired, and she tamped down her resurfacing attraction to answer. Although, honestly, that kind of fanned the flames, too—a hot guy asking a single mom about her kid with genuine interest? That did not happen often. 

“And he does still talk about your class,” she assured him. “I’m planning on signing him up next summer as soon as it opens.” 

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said with a grin, confirming her theory about him having dimples. “Although, I must admit—I hope I don’t have to wait that long to run into you again.” 

Emma found herself blushing at that, and then even more when she realized they were literally flirting in the coffee aisle with their carts still smashed together. (And didn’t let her mind wander down the path of other things smashing together.) “I don’t want that either.”

He grinned again, but it was softer. “Would you and Henry like to meet me for dinner tomorrow? There’s this little fish and chips place—”

“Dave’s?” she interrupted. 

“Aye; you know it?”

“Oh yeah.” Mary Margaret’s husband was the Dave in question. 

“How does 6 pm sound?”

“Sounds like a date,” she answered. 

Now it was his turn to blush, pink coloring his cheekbones—something she wouldn’t have been able to see through his full set of whiskers. “Until then, love.”

(Although they ran into each other three more times before they finished their shopping.)

(Dinner was lovely, even if she spent a decent chunk of it shooting down glares from David and overexcited grins from Mary Margaret. But other than that, it was casual and comfortable and all had a wonderful time.)

(They went on their first official date, without Henry, a month later—though that didn’t stop her son from sitting up waiting for her to get back, demanding to know how it went and if he kissed her. She told Henry it was really nice, which it was—but declined to mention the hallway makeout that had her lips tingling from the sensation of his beard, short as it was at the moment, against them.)

(She became more intimately acquainted with the beard burn she’d dreamed about shortly thereafter, and on much more sensitive skin. She had to invest in better lotion when he began to let it fill in once the fishing season started.)

And the next summer, when Henry ran down the gangplank after the first day of class, Killian followed shortly after and greeted her with an embrace and a kiss, and her fingers brushed against his bushy gray beard—a bit grayer than last year, as was the rest of his hair. 

Of all the things she didn’t expect when Henry signed up for this sailing class, falling for the silver sea dog who ran it was at the bottom of her list. But now—it was by far her favorite.

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[evils--crown]

regina’s come a long way from “i will destroy your happiness” and i am here for it

#* ( ooc ) ; is this real life ? ( out of character ) #* ( tbd ) ; this is bullshit ( to be deleted ) #&&. ok last ooc post i swear. #it just makes me real happy. #too see how far she's come. #from the most hated person in storybrooke. #to their de factor leader. #i mean i haven't seen the episode. #so idak what's going on. #but she's front and centre so whatever. #plus she's saved their asses. #more times than they probably deserve. #tbh. #k bye.