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summersnow82 · 1 year

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Sins of the Past - Part 3

Fanfiction _ Once Upon a Time

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #10: “It’s my name on the line.”

Summary: Regina’s plans are moving right along. Our Storybrooke heroes race to help Archie.

Author’s Note: I really loved Archie and Regina’s relationship in the series. Did I entertain the Regal Cricket fandom? Absolutely. But if we’re going with canon characters, Red is a healthier, happier option, in my opinion. Humor me as I dabble.

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Regina was practically giddy; her plan was working just as she knew it would. All of Storybrooke’s heroes were twisted with concern over their dear, sweet cricket. From what she’d heard Dr. Hopper had made quite the spectacle in front of the lovely Belle. The good mayor knew Gold would be hearing all about it later on. Perhaps he’d be at war with his decision, but Regina couldn’t be bothered with his waffling morality. She had bigger plans in place.

She carefully descended the steps into her crypt, heading straight for the back wall. She’d spent so much time down here she could locate each item with her eyes closed. She gathered each item, lining them up on a ornate table in the center of the room. As she worked, her mind drifted to the good doctor, and the time they spent together before Emma Swan came to Storybrooke.

In the Enchanted Forest, Archie Hopper was a cricket, a conscious, a nuisance, something she could easily swat away or crush with her foot. Here in Storybrooke, though, he was a friendly face, a willing ear, and, with enough liquor and encouragement, a very attentive lover.

In the beginning, Regina thought she’d received everything she ever wanted, but after enough time had passed she soon grew bored. Long before her desire for a child she opted to test boundaries and relationships – just to see what she could get away with in this new world.

Dr. Archibald Hopper had been an intriguing character she soon found herself wanting to deconstruct. Handsome in a buttoned-up sort of way, Regina found the college professor look oddly appealing. He frequented the Rabbit Hole enough for her to notice, typically drinking alone while casting nervous glances in Ruby’s direction.

It hadn’t been hard to get him tipsy; he’d welcomed the company and the conversation, and of course, Regina was no novice when it came to seduction. A brush of the hand here, a hand on the knee there, and dear Dr. Hopper was flushed with arousal. She’d smothered his morality with smoldering kisses and trailing hands until he was trembling beneath her from want.

She’d lured him back to his office each time, making sure the blinds were open just enough where they could be seen. A drunk Leroy saw them once, starting the rumor, and putting a stain on sweet Archie’s reputation. Most of the town didn’t believe it, but the rumor was there as Regina intended.

“It’s my name on the line,” he’d stressed to her the next day in her office. The look of betrayal Archie gave her had done little to Regina’s mood, and the doctor, seeing she wasn’t concerned with his name or reputation, had slunk away with his tail between his legs. Regina grinned at the memory.

Poor Dr. Hopper. He was so lonely, so desperate for affection and respect, and she’d used him for her own enjoyment. It had been a delightful surprise to know the walking conscious knew exactly what to do with her, and unlike some of the men she’d tempted in Storybrooke, Dr. Hopper liked to take his time. In hindsight, perhaps Regina could have utilized his… abilities more often. But his damned moral code was draining.

“There we are,” she murmured, placing the last item on the table. “Now, let’s see how the savior handles this little disaster.”

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“Archie! Archie!” Emma pounded on the doctor’s front door, Ruby and Mary Margaret flanking her. David, Marco, and Leroy were at the back trying to find a way in.

“Archie, please, open the door,” Mary Margaret called.

Ruby sniffed the air. “We’ve got to get inside now,” she said, tone urgent. “Can you get us in?”

Emma cast an insulted look over her shoulder before dropping to her knees. “Of course I can get us in,” she replied, starting to pick the lock. She didn’t voice her concern about what they might find when they were inside.

The door swung open, revealing a darkened house. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and as Emma took a tentative step inside she heard glass crunch under her boots. “Archie?” She called, hesitating before she flicked the hall light on. Mary Margaret gasped as the light displayed the full destruction of the house. Furniture was tipped over, books torn and scattered, and glass covered most of floor. “Archie?” Emma called again, moving further into the house with Mary Margaret and Ruby close by.

She heard a crunch in front of her and looked up to see David coming through a back window. “Anything?” He asked, and Emma shook her head. He went to unlock the back door for Marco and Leroy, while Emma continued through the house. Archie’s house wasn’t large – a three bedroom, two bath with a front room serving as a library, a kitchen, and a small laundry room. The space was utilized well, and between the six of them they were able to rule out every room but one: Archie’s bedroom.

The house was now bathed in light, and the trail of disaster had gone from room to room. “Do you think he did this?” Leroy asked softly, lifting his eyes under darkened brows.

“I smell alcohol, and blood, and…,” Ruby trailed off, a look of panic crossing her face as she moved to Archie’s bedroom door. “Archie? Archie, it’s Ruby. I’m coming in, okay? Don’t shoot.” David and Mary Margaret shot each other a concerned look while Marco ran a trembling hand over his face. Ruby slowly turned the door knob, surprised it wasn’t locked, and let the door swing open gently. “Archie,” she called into the darkened bedroom, reaching her hand inside to turn on the light.

“Don’t.” His strangled voice made her freeze. “I don’t want you to see me like this. Please.”

“Archie, it’s Emma.” Emma slid past Ruby, ignoring the crunch of broken glass as she stepped into the dark bedroom. “We came to make sure you were all right.”

A broken laugh from the corner of the room. Archie’s typical raspy voice sounded raw and drained as he began to speak. “Ironic, isn’t it?”

“What is, Archie?” Emma held up a hand to keep the others at bay while she slowly crept closer.

“I’m the town psychiatrist, and you’ve come to see if I’m all right.” His laugh turned to a sob, and Emma froze. In all the time she’d known Archie she’d never heard him sound so… hopeless. “Please leave. Please. I’m begging you.”

“I can’t do that, Archie, and I think you know that. How could I look Henry in the eye again?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” His voice was so soft Emma almost didn’t hear him.

“Emma, get out of there now,” Ruby said so firmly Emma actually took a step back.

“Please, don’t hurt her,” Archie cried, his voice breaking with tears.

“Archie?”

“Emma, now!” Ruby cried, reaching out for the blonde. Emma whirled on her heel, a rush of panic racing through her as she felt what Ruby had been trying to warn her about.

“Emma!”

Emma Swan was glued to the spot, paralyzed with fear as she watched in horror as the bedroom door swung shut, and the darkness swallowed her whole.

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firefighterdiass · 1 year

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the fact that snow white and prince charming found each other and were so drawn to each other in the cursed universe they were put in makes me fuzzy and screaming and add 100 other cute reactions to this sentence.

because mary margaret and david nolan were not meant to be, regina made sure of it but still they were trying to make it work anyways. i'm not crying no i'm not.

i love fairy tales way too much for my sanity *sobs*

#ouat spoilers #once upon a time #ouat #prince charming #snow white #mary margret #david nolan #evil queen #regina mills

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highfantasy-soul · 5 months

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NaNoWriMo 2023 - Day 9

Today was a heavy outlining day, but I'm not counting those words in my total count. I wrote a good 4K in the outline, but didn't get so much done on the actual fic. But now that I have a clearer picture of how everything is going to fall into place, it's one less thing to worry about in the next couple days.

Daily Word Count: 1,773

Total Word Count: 37,196

The pregnant woman plopped down onto the seat with a huge sigh of relief and gave Vivienne a blinding - if clearly suspicious smile. “Hi, I haven’t seen you around.” Her chipper attitude would have seemed openly friendly to anyone else, but Vivienne knew how to look behind appearances and this woman had her guard up. If she was letting her fancy fly, she’d say the woman had the air of holding a taught bowstring with an arrow pointed directly between Vivienne’s eyes with that smile. “Ashely said your name is Violet?” Ashley? Who was - oh, that must be Cinderella, but as Henry was here and didn’t know anything about the fairy tales… this was going to be very frustrating. “Um, yeah, I’m new, but actually,” “Violet?” Henry cut in, face scrunching with confusion. “No, she must have misheard.” He grinned at the couple across from them, completely oblivious to the tension between the adults and continued. “This is Vivienne, mom’s friend from New York. Vivienne, this is Mary Margret and David. They’re old friends of my mom’s. Mary Margret and her met in jail.” Vivienne’s eyebrows crept toward her hairline and she fought to keep a polite smile on her face without letting her panic show too much. Emma had clearly stated she didn’t want the town to know Vivienne was from New York, but how was she supposed to keep Henry from telling everyone? Why would he have a reason not to? “Oh, Vivienne.” Mary Margret’s eyes widened, boring into Vivienne with a clear threat. “How interesting. I do hope you don’t run into any trouble during your stay in Storybrooke.”

#writing #my writing #nanowrimo #nano 2023 #ouat #ouat fic #mary margret #henry mills

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queenfredegund · 2 months

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Women in History Month (insp) | Week 1: Leading Women

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turtlele · 5 months

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Kat: *sneaking in at 3am*

Catalina:*Flashes a lamp light toward her*And where were you?

Kat: um out with Anne

Anne:*swiveling around in a chair* wanna try again?

Kat: I meant Anna

Anna:*drops from the roof* Strike 2

Kat: Urgg! Fine! I was with Cathy!

Cathy:*appears from out of the couch* Oh Kat I know you can do better than that

Kat: Umm Maria?

Maria:*comes skating from the kitchen with the floor covered in soap* Really?

Kat: Bessie? Wait Maggie

Bessie and Maggie:*pops their heads from a plant*

Kat: Joan then

Joan:*Plays C minor on the keyboard*

Kat: Fine I give up-/ Wait a minute, Catalina's in Spain for the week. I know it's you Mary. We spent the day together

Mary:*takes off the wig* Congrats Kat you are by far the worst in lying

#six the musical #anne boleyn #six the musical incorrect quotes #catherine of aragon #incorrect six quotes #six the memecal #katherine howard #jane seymour #catherine parr #anna of cleves #margret 'maggie' lee #elizabeth 'bessie' blout #joan meutas #maria de salinas #mary tudor

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quotes-and-recs · 3 months

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Lizzy + Jane Bennet = Elinor Dashwood

Lydia + Mary Bennet = Marianne Dashwood

Kitty Bennet = Margret Dashwood

#poor kitty and Margaret #constantly forgotten #not for no reason though #they don't contribute anything to the plot #Margret is hardly ever mentioned after chapter 10? i think #elizabeth bennet #jane bennet #lydia bennet #mary bennet #kitty bennet #pride and prejudice #elinor dashwood #marianne dashwood #margret dashwood #sense and sensibility #jane austen #my post

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insistonyourcupofstars · 8 months

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you know what... I'm a simple bitch, and I like it when my momma and daddy spoil me with gifts and food for my birthday 🥰

#off topic but I am watching 1.06 of ouat and the Drama between david and mary margret..#delicious #misc tag

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elliot-bees · 1 year

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OMG I HATE MARY MARGRET

*Once Upon A Time rant*

She’s a little Whitney ass bitch and I hate her ✌️😘

Especially in 04x07 and she tried to bring down David with her being like “we looked at our daughter with fear and failed her 😭” and David, Hook, and Elsa just looked at her like ‘wtf is she talking about’ bc Mary Margret was the only one who made Emma feel like her powers are something to be feared

#once upon a time #ouat #sorry for the rant #mini rant #Mary Margret hate club #Snow White is a bitch

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 1 year

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Welcome To Storyvale

Is this the most self-indulgent thing that I’ve written yet? Absolutely.

Summary: A town full of fairy tale characters is whisked away to Maine. Somewhere, in some dimension there is a strange town in a desert. Magic and curses have struck Storybrooke one too many times and now something has slipped through the fissures in the fabric of time and space. Two strange little towns that shouldn’t exist now exist together.

There is a lighthouse in the desert.

Ever glowing, but never shining.

The lighthouse does not light. In actuality the beam it casts is a shadow.

But it is a lighthouse.

It doesn’t light, it vibrates.

Welcome to Storyvale.

Storybrooke has always been an odd place in its own right, with its own quirky little cast of characters and its own array of bizarre happenings–strange even for a town infested with magic and curses.

But never so strange has it been since another town had dropped itself on to theirs. It was an overlap, a clashing of realities. Another layer of something that is not supposed to exist on top of something that was already not supposed to exist.

It started with the flickering neon sign of a suddenly manifesting Arbey’s and a radio tower that hummed like a curse in the making.

The calls started coming in at one in the morning. 1:27 to be exact. And when Sheriff Swan’s police and personal lines grew overwhelmed they started calling Mayor Mills directly.

Leroy always does such a fantastic job with stirring up a panic. For such a small man, his voice has a thunder. And that thunder is rumbling all across Storybrooke, making its way passed the newly sprouted fields of imaginary corn and to the town line. He bellows all the way there, “it’s here, it’s heeeeere!”

He doesn’t yet know what it is.

Just that it is here.

“It’s! Here!”

“What’s here Leroy?” Belle steps out of Gold’s Pawn Shop.

And Leroy pauses. “An…an Arby’s.” It is more serious than that, he knows. There is something inexplicably off about that Arby’s. Something uncanny on a primordial level. Something vaguely unsettling. Something like that hearleaping moment when missing a stair and catching yourself just before you can take tumble. But he can’t comprehend that yet so he repeats, “an Arby’s.”

Belle furrows her brows and Leroy continues his desperate sprint. He is across the street before Mr. Gold finally emerges from the backroom of the shop.

“And as every upstanding citizen should, they are all outside running. Pointing. Nightvale, I think that our new quantum friends aren’t so different from us. Do not panic, Nightvale. No not…”

There is a piercing wail, a shrill tone with the sound of nails, polished red and chipping, clicking on a counter intermittently.

A good portion of the town stands with Leroy; Granny and Ruby and those who had been sharing a meal in the diner that used to be Granny’s but is now Granny’s with an Arby’s sign in front of it. Dr. Hopper and Kathryn stand side by side while Dr. Whale converses with Ashley Boyd and Mother Superior. Leroy initiates a conversation with Larry Leroy who he has never met but has known all his life.

Just as he does not know the Arby’s, he does know Larry Leroy.

The Charmings pull up to the town line, the headlights of the police car light up the town sign;

*Static*

“Welcome to Storyvale, dear listeners.”

*Static*

Just down the road from the sign that reads ‘Welcome to Storyvale’, Regina finds herself wandering, against her better judgment, towards the Arby’s that is also Granny’s. The street is empty. Empty and occupied by a feeling of loss and mourning and that sensation you get when you find a ten dollar bill caught against a grate and flapping about. She finds herself lingering beneath the flickering stoplight amid a line of stalled and abandoned cars.

The wind howls.

It is curiously hot for late autumn. So hot that it chills Mayor Mills to the bone. She burrows deeper into her coat. In her office, the phone rings and rings…

And rings.

And rings…

Regina comes to the parking lot where she lingers for a time beneath the Arby’s sing that is beneath the strange lights.

Their purple lights fight with the red of the Arby’s sign over which will bathe Regina’s face with its glow. Before they can get that worked out between the two of them, Regina’s face is no longer there to cast a glow upon.

The mayor stuffs her hands into her pockets and opens the door to Granny’s but enters the Arby’s.

The Arby’s is empty.

All but one booth.

The woman occupying the booth sits with one hand around a coffee mug and the other holding a taco that could only be from Taco Bell, but the woman is adamant that she had indeed bought this taco from the Arbey’s and that Arbey’s had always served bastardized abominations of traditional cultural dishes. “This is Arby’s. A-rrr-r-by. ‘Ssss.”

In her own rights the woman reminds Regina of herself. Herself if she were perhaps three or four times removed from who she is now.

Director of emergency press conferences, Pamela Winchell reaches her hand out and shakes Regina’s before Regina even realizes that she too had extended her hand.

*Static* The world glitches and winks. *Static*

“You can let go now.” Regina says.

“Then stop holding on.” Pamella replies. And Regina realizes that the woman had stopped holding her had perhaps a minute or two ago. Pamela smiles…

*A piercing wail, nails on a chalkboard*

“Who are you?” Regina has never been fond of mysterious guests–interlopers, interlopers, inteeeerlopersss–they always make a perfect mess of things. She is not fond of things and people that aren’t supposed to be here. Things fall apart when outsiders enter whether it is the breaking of her precious curse or a pair of fools like Greg and Tamara… “How did you find my town?”

“Our town.”

“My. Town.” Regina insists. “How did you find my town, it…”

“Doesn’t exist.” Pamela finishes. “Does anything really exist?” And as mayors tend to do–even former mayors–Pamela Winchell vanishes in a puff of green smoke.

Regina is alone in the Arby’s that is also Granny’s.

Alone and the jukebox is playing the weather;

“I'll stop the world and melt with you

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time

There's nothing you and I won't do

I'll stop the world and melt with you”

Regina closes her eyes. And those flickering lights bob and dance, painting the Arby’s that is also Granny’s in hazes of purple and red and red and purple and also magenta.

Regina likes the color purple.

Regina does not like outsiders.

By the town line Sheriff Swan and her parents emerge from a police car. It is not the only police car on the scene but it is a police car. Sheriff Swan’s three man team of Not So Secret Police walk to greet Sheriff Sam's Secret Police.

Sirens don’t wail and red and blues don’t flash. Helicopter blades whir, unseen by those below.

There is a rumble, a murmur as citizens of Storybrook and occupants of Nightvale become increasingly aware of one another. Increasingly aware that they are now dwelling in–and perhaps have always dwelt in–the very same place in spacetime as each other.

They are scared.

They are crying.

They are laughing.

They are happy.

They aren’t alone anymore in their eccentric pockets of the universe. Aren’t alone in the oddity of their respective existences. And so, with fluids–be they tears, blood, or black ooze–leaking down their cheeks, they welcome one another home although no one has left home at all.

Their dimensions entangle, embrace like long lost lovers learning to fit one another’s body’s once again.

“Of course this is going to be a confusing and maybe frightening time for Nightvale. But we are no stranger to the horrific abominations of the universe. We after all have dealt with the moon. So let us not cast out these interlopers, but accept they and their strange customs. Really, who greets someone with ‘hello’ anyways?! How weird…is. That?” He sighs into the microphone. “Stay tuned for a collective tortured screaming as we all begin to realize that what we knew is not what we know now. And goodnight Nightvale…goodnight Storyvale, good night.”

#Once Upon A Time #Welcome To Nightvale #Crossover #Regina Mills #Emma Swan #Mary Margret Blanchard #David Nolan #Cecil Palmer #Pamela Winchell #Fanfiction

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ouat-blog-of-chaos · 10 months

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Fluff Alphabet

I found most of these on the internet but I altered a few to fit my tastes. Feel free to request some or reblog/re-use this alphabet!

A - Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o?)

B - Body (What body part do they like most about their s/o? About themself?)

C - Comfort (How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack?)

D - Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o)

E - Equal (Are they dominant, passive, both?)

F - Fight (How would they fight? Would they forgive their s/o easily?)

G - Germs (What would they be like if they were sick? How would they be if their s/o was sick?)

H - Honesty (How honest are they with their s/o?)

I - Interpret (Are they open with their feelings? Can they interpret their s/o’s behaviors?)

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

K - Kiss (Are they a good kisser? What was their first kiss like?)

L - Love Language (What is their love language?)

M - Mistake (Are they a perfect lover or are they still learning? What do they do when they mess up?)

N - Nicknames (What do they call their s/o? What do they like to be called?)

O - On cloud nine (What are they like when they are in love? Are they obvious about it or discrete?)

P - PDA (How do they feel about PDA?)

Q - Quirk (Something random their s/o does that they love)

R - Romance (How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy?)

S - Serious/Silly (Are they more serious or playful as a partner?)

T - Thrill (Do they try out new things or do they prefer a routine?)

U - Underneath (Who are they with their s/o in public? Behind closed doors?)

V - Value (What is the relationship worth to them? Would they ever sacrifice it for their own needs or the greater good?)

W - Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon)

X - XOXO (Are they affectionate? Preferred SFW physical contact)

Y - Yearning (How do they cope when they are missing their partner?)

Z - Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? What kind?)

#fluff alphabet #ouat blog #ouat x reader #ouat fandom #ouat rumple #ouat peter pan #once upon a time #ouat mary Margret

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summersnow82 · 2 years

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Sins of the Past

Fanfiction _ Once Upon a Time

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #13: “I don’t want you to do that.”

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #19: “Do we have a deal?”

Summary: Gold and Regina plot to torment Archie with visions from his past. (There will be a part two!)

Author’s Note: I always thought Archie got shorted in character development. One of those was resolution over his actions in “That Still Small Voice.”

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“So, what do you say, Gold? Do we have a deal?”

Gold met Regina’s dark eyes, and felt himself waver. “I don’t know, Regina. Out of all the do-gooders in this bloody town the good doctor isn’t one I particularly care to harm.”

Regina shrugged, turning to gaze over just a few of the treasures Gold kept in his glass cases. “Understandable. He’s certainly one of the… less annoying ones, but still,” she let her nails fall on the glass, one at a time, and ever so slowly. “He’s also one they are all deeply attached to. An emotional breakdown would be a time consuming distraction, don’t you think?”

She had a point. Still…

“Belle is awfully fond of him.”

“How fond?” Regina turned wide, innocent eyes to her old instructor. “He is, after all, a good man. A good listener, wholesome, safe, handsome, even.” Gold narrowed his eyes at her. Regina arched a brow, pouting her lips as if the thought were just now occurring to her. “Imagine the two of you having a fight. Dr. Hopper would be a warm, sympathetic ear, and while I don’t have any proof, there is a rumor about one patient who took great joy in receiving his comfort. I wonder if Belle would like that kind of comfort.”

Gold glared at her, gritting his teeth so hard he thought they might break. “Don’t try to manipulate me, witch. I’m the one who taught you that trick.”

Regina gave him a honey-glazed smile. “Actually, Gold, my mother taught me that one. So what do you say?”

Gold inclined his head to the side, pretending to debate the matter further. He’d already decided his course of action, but he wasn’t going to let Regina know that; he’d heard that rumor, too. “I suppose I could assist with the incantation, but,” he raised a well manicured finger. “There’s a little something I want in return.”

Regina graced him with a devilish grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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Dr. Archibald Hopper was a man of practiced tradition. He had a well-maintained schedule that worked to keep his life running like a well-oiled machine. He told himself it was a good way to live – not wasting time on unimportant items, instead focusing on the things that truly mattered. But he knew, deep down, it was to keep his mind off bigger issues, like loneliness and self-loathing. If he maintained his schedule, kept busy long enough he wouldn’t remember the look on Gepetto’s face when he saw what Jiminy had done to his parents. Wouldn’t have to think about all the fairy tale romances blooming around him now that the curse was broken. Wouldn’t have to come to terms with being both Jiminy and Archie.

No, it was definitely better this way, he told himself as he took his regular booth at Granny’s. Ruby didn’t need to take his order – she knew it by heart the same way he knew every line and angle of her lovely face. He opened the paper, glancing over the headlines before moving to tackle the Sudoku puzzle. It was all going according to schedule, just the way he liked it.

“Whatcha reading there, son?” Archie slammed himself against the back of the booth so hard his teeth rattled. There, sitting right across from him was his father. Martin grinned at him, blue eyes twinkling with glee. “Look, Mother, he’s delighted to see us again.”

A hand on Archie’s shoulder sent him recoiling to the far side of the booth, staring at his father and mother with wide eyes. “Oh, it’s been ages! The boy’s in shock!” Myrna laughed, waving a hand at her beloved. “Jiminy, dear, give us a kiss.”

“I hear it’s Archie now. Dr. Archibald Hopper,” his father crowed, a grin splitting his face. “Tell us, son, how well does this con pay?”

“Wha… how? How are you here?” Archie stammered, eyes bouncing back and forth from his mother to his father.

“Oh, you know us,” Myrna said, sliding into Archie’s side of the booth. “We’re just full of surprises.”

“Speaking of surprises, we have one for you!” Martin told him. “The biggest con we’ve ever pulled!”

“No. No! No, I don’t want you to do that!” Archie pleaded. “Not here, not to these people.”

“Oh, why not, dear?” Myrna’s eyes were large with fake concern.

“These people – I care about them. They’re my friends, my neighbors. You… you can’t.” Archie was stammering, panic racing through his body. He had to run, had to flee this nightmare. He was supposed to be free. Blue had promised…

“Oh, honey, don’t you see?” Myrna said, reaching for his hand. “That just makes them easier targets.”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Archie yelled, slapping her hand away. He buried his head in his hands, breathing labored with something akin to terror. “Not here, not now, not here, not now,” he babbled.

“Archie.”

Archie jumped back, visibly shaking; everyone in Granny’s Diner was staring at him. Ruby was standing at the end of his table, hand outreached with a clear expression of concern gracing her pretty features. “Wha...where did they go?” He asked, looking around his booth.

“Who, Archie?” Mary Margaret was leaning over the other side of his booth looking just as concerned.

“No one’s been at your table except you,” Leroy said from his spot at the counter. “You just started yelling when Ruby came over.”

Archie swallowed hard. “I did?” Ruby gave him a sympathetic nod that made him want to melt into the floor. “I’m so sorry, Ruby. I don’t… ,” he stopped, looking down at his hands. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Maybe you should take the day off, Arch,” Ruby said, laying a warm hand on his shoulder. “I can bring you lunch later. Check in.”

Archie nodded, still unable to meet her eyes. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” A feeling of deep shame and humiliation washed over him as he stood, all eyes still trained on his every movement. There must be an explanation, some logical reason why he’d seen and heard his long-dead parents so clearly. His brow furrowed as he began to think of all the options and reasons.

Every single one of them crumbled when he looked out the diner door to see his parents standing on the sidewalk waving at him.

#Fictober #fictober 2022 #fictober22 #ouat fanfiction #once upon a time fanfiction #once upon a time #OUAT #red cricket #regal cricket #archie hopper #jiminy cricket #ruby lucas #mary margret #mr. gold #regina mills #Leroy #sins of the past #ao3 fanfic #that still small voice

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beautifulnigtmare · 1 year

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@denydefeat liked this post for a starter {{&&graham& snow white/mary margret}}

the huntsman emerged from the woods, half naked, covered in dirt, and in an unfamiliar place. where was he? how had he escaped the queen? what type of village is this? there were so many noises and smells, and people. ugh the huntsman loathed people. they looked at him in an odd way. which wasn’t new, since he had spent his time with the wolves, but....this was different. almost shock as if they recognized him. some said the name graham, other were shell shocked. he hadn’t been paying attention when he bumped into someone...it was...snow white! he felt a relief when he saw her. it meant the queen hadn’t killed her. ❝your highness!❞

#denydefeat #{{&&graham humbert:interactions}}#{{&&graham humbert:gc:snow white/mary margret}}#never forgive never forget he's baby #i am mad he never came back for good #ugh he was too pretty to die

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eleonoraalbright · 3 months

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An Ill-Timed Confession

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader (kinda)

Summary: You tell Henry about your romantic feelings towards Peter Pan. Unfortunately for you, he turns out not to be Henry.

The citizens of Storybrooke gathered in Granny’s diner to celebrate. Most wore big jovial smiles and talked excitedly to their companions. You took note of the absolute happiness that seemed to radiate from David and Mary Margret. Nevertheless, their daughter was uneasy, as if she half expected the Pied Piper himself to waltz through the doors and rip her son’s heart out.

You felt sorry for Emma’s needless worrying, but understood where it stemmed from. After all, many restless nights would have to be endured before you forgot Pan’s threats in Neverland, not that you wanted to forget every single comment of his just yet. You pushed that particular thought back deep in your mind where it would have to be reconsidered later. You chose to focus on more trivial matters.

Hook was seated at the bar, drinking with the boisterous dwarves. It didn’t escape your notice how often his gaze flickered between the Savior and her ex-boyfriend; Neal left his place beside Henry to chat with Mother Superior. You eyed the pirate’s ill-natured manner with interest when Ruby interrupted your musings of his unfortunate predicament by placing a steaming mug of apple cider on the counter.

You accepted the hot beverage, maneuvering your way through the crowded restaurant and slid into the booth to sit across from Henry. His attention was directed to the storybook in front of him. Even upside down, you recognized the illustration of Cinderella dancing at the ball with her prince. Henry glanced up, seeming apprehensive at your arrival, he tensed for some strange reason. His fingers tapped the edge of the smooth paper.

You offered him a reassuring smile. It would be reasonable for his nerves to be a bit frayed after his harrowing adventure. You blew on your drink and asked in a quiet tone, “How’re you holding up?”

“Good. It’s good to be back here with my family.”

You nodded your head in agreement. That was the understatement of the year. The distress and danger he went through the past few days must have been unimaginable. People often said kids were resilient, however, it was odd how unfazed Henry was at being reunited with his loving family. Odder still was his cold and distant attitude towards you. This was the first genuine conversation you two had exchanged since his capture. It was unlike him to keep to himself for so long.

You were close friends and confidants. It was worrisome for Henry to be this reserved around you. What had happened in Neverland that would have caused such an abrupt change? The next second, you berated yourself for such a thought, having one’s heart torn out would have drastic mental consequences. It was possible he wasn’t comfortable discussing his feelings yet. On the other hand, it would be harmful if he kept them bottled up inside his mind to fester.

The best course of action was to respect his silence and hope in time he would open up. You took another sip of cider while Henry went back to reading. The message was clear; he had no interest in talking any further. The temptation to leave was strong, but you remained in your seat. There was a question you were desperate for Henry to answer, the sooner the better. You blurted out, “What was he like?”

He glanced at you again. “Who?”

“Peter Pan. What was he like? I only met him a handful of times on the island, and he was pretty intimidating. How did he act around you? I mean, Pan was deranged, how’d he manage to convince you to give up your heart?”

Henry shrugged and flipped a page before replying. “He told me magic was dying and my heart was needed to save it. I believed him. And he was…” Henry shivered a little. “He was scary. I’m glad he’s gone.”

You propped your elbows on the table and rested your chin in the palm of your hand, waiting for him to elaborate. He didn’t. Henry reached for his glass of root beer, refusing to utter one more word. You sighed, “Too bad he was a psychopath. Pan was kinda hot.”

Henry spat out his drink, spewing the soft drink all over the table and its contents. You grabbed a handful of napkins and dabbed them on the storybook. “Henry, be careful you almost ruined it!” Emma paused speaking to her parents and shot you both a quizzical look. You waved the wet napkins at her, signaling everything was fine, only a little spill had happened.

“What did you say?” Henry wasn’t the least bit concerned about the precious book. His eyes were wide and his mouth somewhat agape.

“I know, I know, he was a murderer and evil and wanted to kill all of us. But in my defense, he was attractive.”

Henry said nothing for a solid minute, and stared at you as if an extra head had grown from your neck. You were beginning to worry that the poor boy’s brain had broken upon hearing your staggering statement.

As the seconds ticked by you began to regret saying your astonishing confession aloud. Your attraction to Pan was something you had been grappling with ever since laying eyes on him.

You shamed yourself for feeling this way toward such a revolting person, but that would not dampen them. During the adventure, it had been eating you alive from the inside out.

The rest of the group had been debating over the best way to save Henry, how to rescue Neal, and the complications of getting off the Island. Meanwhile, you had been battling the guilt of being enamored with your best friend’s captor.

Near the end of the journey, you made peace with this upsetting fact by realizing you could acknowledge Pan’s attractiveness and still hate his guts for kidnapping Emma’s son.

Though the shock on Henry’s face made you question the wisdom of admitting this so soon after the terrible ordeal. You were on the brink of explaining your more nuanced views to him on this delicate subject when his expression changed.

The corners of his lips turned upward in a disbelieving smirk as he raised one eyebrow in wonderment. He said in a soft voice, almost to himself, “You… like Pan?”

The grin spread wider across his face and he covered his mouth with a hand to muffle the sound of his laughter. His body shook in a fit of merriment. He pointed a finger at you; his eyes contained a mocking glint which was quite foreign to them. “You have a crush on Pan!”

You were uncomfortable at his reaction, but believed it was somewhat deserved. Gesturing to him to lower his voice, you attempted to hobble together a defense. “Not really a crush per say, I–”

Henry interrupted, “That’s so gross. He's– he’s Rumpelstiltskin's dad!”

“That’s true, but it just makes me wonder whether or not Mr. Gold was that good looking in his younger days,” you joked.

He shuddered at that remark and twisted his features into one of disgust. “Ew, I’ll never understand girls.” Puzzled at your stance on his villainous great grandfather, Henry probed, “Why did you like him?”

“Like is a strong word. I didn’t like him. He was gonna kill us all for Pete’s sake, but I did observe that Pan was blessed… genetically speaking.”

A mischievous air hung about Henry as he inched forward in his seat, tilting his head close to yours, and whispered in a low tone. “Tell me, do you fantasize about Peter Pan?”

Your mouth dropped open at his blunt question. You replied in a strained voice, “Henry, that’s a very inappropriate thing to ask.” What on earth had possessed him to say that?

Moments earlier, he was repulsed at the prospect of you harboring secret feelings for Pan and now he was inquiring whether or not you fantasize about his relative!

It was your turn for your brain to stop working. Henry had never, never asked you such a personal question in all your years of friendship. This was most unlike him.

Was there a chance he had bashed his head on a rock somewhere to justify this sudden change of personality? He leaned back into the booth. “That alone gives me my answer.”

Before you could chastise him for his nauseatingly smug attitude, Emma sauntered next to the table. “Sorry to break up the chit chat, kid, it’s time for something you didn’t have in Neverland. Bedtime.”

Henry closed his book, disappointed for having to leave so soon. You were quite relieved; however, sensing Henry was having far too much fun with this knowledge at his fingertips. You were too stunned at your friend’s responses to see he had left with Regina and not Emma.

That conversation had left a bad taste in your mouth. Something wasn’t right with Henry and it made you uneasy. Regret at having confessed your passing fancy towards Peter Pan seeped through you. It could be that this Neverland escapade still had a few loose ends that needed to be tied up.

You help David and Emma cover Mother Superior's body with a blanket. You shoved your trembling fingers in your coat’s pockets. Your eyes darted up to the sky and scanned for any sign of the one who did this. You didn’t feel safe. At any moment you could meet the same fate as well. The danger was lurking around the corner and–

“What the hell happened?”

You jumped slightly as Regina and Henry raced up to your group.

David answered her. “The shadow, it killed her.”

“Pan’s shadow? I trapped it on the sail.” Regina was confused.

“Yeah, well, it got free.” Emma said while crouching on the steps.

Comprehension dawned on everyone as they realized what that meant. Pan was back. You moved to Henry and wrapped your arms around him in a protective gesture. All thoughts of last night's events flew from your mind.

If Pan was somehow controlling the Shadow from inside the box, then he would never stop terrorizing them until he had the Truest Believer’s Heart. Henry was going to die. The adults discussed what to do as you patted Henry on the head.

The boy said in a hollow voice, “So Pan can still hurt me?”

Regina responded to comfort him, “We don’t know that.” You knew it was inevitable he did though.

“But we have to assume he’s still a threat.” Mary Margret clasped her hands together in worry.

You added, “And that he’s after Henry.”

“Then what am I doing here?” Henry wriggled out of your grasp, looking anxious.

David said, “He’s right. He’s not safe out in the open.”

“You’ll protect me, right?” He hugged Regina as she consoled him.

You were put off at how easily he disregarded you in favor of his mother. It was like he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. But of course, it was natural for a son to turn to his mom in his time of need.

You stopped scolding yourself when you overheard Emma tell Regina that Henry didn’t seem like himself. Your feelings of unease felt vindicated now if she was aware that her son was acting a bit different. It made your head spin; what could it mean?

After convincing Mr. Gold to give up Pandora’s Box, you all drove to the edge of Storybrooke. You huddled close to Mary Margret and David, watching the red smoke swirl out of the box.

It transformed into Pan, and Emma cocked her gun. Pan stood up, breathing hard, he acted confused, and dumbfounded to see everyone's mistrustful faces. You had to admit, he was a good actor. You couldn’t believe the next words that popped out of his mouth.

“Mum?”

Emma was also taken aback. “What?”

“What are you waiting for? Shoot him,” Gold ordered.

Pan panicked. “Don’t! Please! I’m Henry. Pan, he switched our bodies.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Emma continued pointing the gun at him.

You didn’t know what to think of this situation. You wanted to trust him. It would explain Henry's peculiar actions. The other, more cynical part, of your brain was reprimanding yourself for entertaining the outlandish idea.

Pan was a master manipulator, capable of slaughtering you and your loved ones in a millisecond if it benefitted him. He toyed with people’s minds and reveled in the horrible game of it. Your sympathetic side excused that truth when seeing Pan’s face. He was hurt and betrayed. Henry, you were sure it was him, needed a friend.

You almost took a step over the red line when Gold stopped you with his cane and said, “Don’t listen to him. This is one of his tricks.”

Pan/Henry was adamant. “No, it’s not! He did it right before Mr. Gold captured me in the box. I swear!” He stepped forward, but Emma stopped him.

Holding one hand out, she commanded, “Don’t come any closer.” Mr. Gold ordered her to shoot him again. She didn’t. “Maybe he is telling the truth. Maybe that’s why I can’t shake this feeling something’s off about Henry.” Mr. Gold argued with her, but Emma asked Pan to prove his claim.

He started listing facts about Henry. They weren’t persuaded by this. Emma stated, “Pan might know facts. But life is made up of more than that. There are moments. He can’t possibly know all of them. The first time you and I connected, you remember that? Not met, but connected.”

Pan’s face softened at the happy memory. He told her the conversation they had at his castle right after she came to Storybrooke. Emma lowered her gun and embraced him. “It is Henry.”

She released him and they crossed the line into Storybrooke. Henry hugged his grandparents and you soon followed. He enveloped you in a bone crushing hug which you returned with equal joy at having your friend back. It was a little weird since every sense told you this was to all intents and purposes Peter Pan. You pulled back to examine him.

Staring into his green eyes, you squished his cheeks. “This is so surreal.” You tapped his nose. “You really look like him, ya know.” Henry laughed, a delightful but bizarre sound coming from Pan’s throat. It was too innocent.

The full impact of what was happening hit you. You retreated a couple of paces from your friends, and hid your face as mortification overcame your entire being. “Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?” Henry put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Your face felt ablaze. If Pan was Henry, that meant… “I might’ve– I didn’t know it was him!”

Mr. Gold urged you to go on. “Yes? What is it?”

You gulped as they came closer. “Last night at Granny’s, I told Henry— who I thought was Henry— that Pan was hot.”

Both David and Mary Margret closed their eyes in exasperation. Emma stared at you, questioning your sanity. Bell grinned, and to your surprise, Mr. Gold was unbothered by this. “How tragic. However, we have larger problems that must be dealt with other than your lack of taste.”

“Do you think he’ll do anything to me for saying that to him?” You asked Henry. He had smirked at your confession, which made your heart beat faster at the sight. You wanted to slap yourself for that reaction. Now he frowned at your inquiry.

“I don’t know. Pan might not care or he might target you because of it. Don’t worry about it. We’ll stop him.”

You climbed into the truck’s backseat. The sinking sensation settled in your stomach despite Henry reassuring you everything would turn out for the better. Peter Pan had a plan and it would lead to everyone’s ruin. Your only hope was that he wasn’t concocting a special method of torture for you since laying open your abashed feelings towards him.

(The previous night)

In the body of his grandson, Pan walked arm-in-arm with Regina down the sidewalk to her home. It was loathsome having to humor the woman while she talked to who she believed was her son. He answered her relentless questions to the best of his ability, keeping his replies vague and unassuming.

She didn’t seem to heed his noncommittal responses. He was impatient for this part of his scheme to be done. He restrained his strong desire to kill her this instant because he had to find her vault first. Pan distracted himself from that impulse by thinking of what you had told him.

It would be beyond humiliating for you when you found out the truth. He couldn’t wait to see your gobsmacked expression when he revealed his true identity, and made Storybrooke into the New Neverland.

Peter Pan would make you regret ever spilling your secrets to him. He was eager to make you into his new plaything, to see how long it took you to cry, to break. He wondered how far over the edge he could drive you. Grateful for the limited light, he allowed a cruel, sadistic smile to form on his lips. This was all too perfect and pleasurable for him.

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