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lizardthelizard · 10 months

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hi hi hi! this is @/cptainjones ! what is your real/fake au? 👀👀

Beloved new OUAT mutual HIIIIII~~~<3

SO fake/real is a ridiculous AU fic series that @naivesilver probably makes look a lot cooler and more fascinating than it probably is...

Sooooo way back in 2017 or whenever season 6 first aired, I watched the episodes that first introduced the idea of the Wish Realm. And, at the time, I felt so frustrated by two things: 1) that everyone in the Wish Realm was treated like they weren't real (and that they were treated this way by both the characters in canon AND by the show as a whole (until they decided to utilise the WR again in Season 7)). and 2) that Wish!Robin was brought back through the wardrobe and just...hated it immediately and was eventually sent back to the Wish Realm ANYWAY. So, I decided I wanted to write a fic dedicated to some of the (Season 6) Wish Realm characters.

The main concept of the fic was that Wish!Robin would stay behind in the Wish Realm, rather than leaving with Regina and Emma. It started off as a one shot that mostly involved WR!Pinocchio and Robin having a slightly awkward conversation with one another about being 'real' (or...fake) and the fic was originally supposed to end there. As a one shot.

Then Nottingham got involved...and it evolved into something longer. And then it evolved again...and again...and now it's a very long and bizarre AU set entirely in the Wish Realm.

Main characters include the Wish Realm versions of: Robin, Pinocchio, Lizard (from Wonderland), Lampwick (from Pinocchio), Henry and Rumple. Also Peter Pan.

It's a very self indulgent series that allows me to write some bizarre and intricate backstories for various pre-existing characters and a couple of OCs as they journey through the WR. Each chapter is structured as though it were an episode of the show, sometimes involving character flashbacks, sometimes not (although it's still written in regular prose and not in a script format or anything like that). It's a fic where I try and fix canon plot holes that irritated me (see: Why didn't Robin OR Nottingham age in the WR??), whilst simultaneously making brand new plot holes for myself <3

It's a fic kind of about a bunch of lonely bastards trying to find a bit of meaning in their life. Lots of action/adventure and angst. A little bit of comedy and romance here and there. Some betrayal. Sea monsters and mermaids. Captain Nemo is also here. Cruella de Vil shows up a little later. They all spend a lot of time on various boats (no Killian though, sorry! I didn't want to mess with his own timeline involving Alice and Season 7 plot). Warlord Bo Peep gets a mention. Technically Willy Wonka is also in this AU, although he's never mentioned by name, only alluded to briefly in book 2.

Truthfully, I always find fake/real a really hard thing to describe. It's a project very close to my heart but it is REALLY fucking niche and weird, I won't deny that :')

(fic link here!)

#fake/real is urrrrrr technically the first fanfic I've ever written #yeah there are definitely things I would have changed if I were writing the fic now #but also? it's SO important to be a bit silly goofy cringe and have fun with these things #fake/real #I want to say more about this but I'm not sure how or what so I'll leave it for now #anyway OMG thank you so much for the ask!!!!! <3

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alicenthiightower · 2 years

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it’s the way lacey ouat laughed as her older not bf beat the shit out of the king of nottingham that was iconic of her

#lacey french #ouat #sapph.txt

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grenemeiden · 21 days

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about.

biggest inspirations drawn from: this ballad, maid marian by thomas love peacock, bits and pieces of various robin hood adaptations across time - basically everything except disney or ouat.

roughly early to mid twenties in most interactions.

the second child of baron robert fitzwalter, her mother died a year after she was born, taken by plague. her father’s eldest child, her half-brother peter, also died - leaving marian his only surviving heir. her father retreated from nottingham town to their country estate and lands of arlingford.

her father’s health has been deteriorating since she was fifteen, and marian has been acting as lord of the manor in all but real title since.

skilled with a bow, but more skilled with a sword - she would be counted one of the best swordsmen in the country if they bothered to count her. she’ll settle for having beaten robin in a duel.

generally regarded as the most beautiful woman in england, temperament aside.

just a little bit feral, tbh.

biggest incidents between she and the sheriff are when he has her hair shorn publicly as punishment for defying him once and then at least a year later, burning her home down, as well as accusing her of witchcraft shortly thereafter. these are all considered “late-story” in my head and might require some plotting if you want plots around them.

joins robin permanently in the forest, eschewing her titles and lands after coming to the conclusion she cannot work within a broken and breaking system.

#i’ll make this prettier later just bear with me now #ABOUT.

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daisywick · 4 years

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4x20 of ouat in a nutshell

#ouat #regina mills #sheriff of nottingham #no words #once upon a time

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justanoutlawfic · 4 years

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NottyOutlawQueen (Request)

#nottyoutlawqueen #sheriff of nottingham #regina milis #robin hood #ouat #once upon a time

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betweenpaperpages · 4 years

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Lava Java: Eggnog Latte

Summary: Mr. Gold explores more of Lava Java's menu.

Beta: @ishtarelisheba

Note: This piece has been renamed to ‘Lava Java’ in order for the chapters to be properly titled.

Read on AO3!

Ch 1. [Peppermint Mocha] | Ch. 2 [Eggnog Latte]

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“I’ll take a flat white, a ginger snap scone, and your phone number.” Keith grinned as he leaned on the counter attached to the window, looking up from behind his sunglasses.

Ruby folded her arms across her chest with a deadpan stare at her customer. It was winter, who wore sunglasses in winter?

“Hey Belle, one of each for this numb skull, I’m going to take five,” Ruby called out, turning her back on Keith to the back and out of his sight.

Belle offered her a salute along with an, “Aye, aye, captain!” before getting to the task at hand.

Keith huffed as he stood up straight, shoving his hands into this back pockets and muttering his annoyance under his breath. Once again rejected. As soon as his order was finished he snatched it up with more force that needed and left the shop.

“That man doesn’t know when to give up, does he?”

Belle chuckled as she heard Ruby step back into the shop behind her. “No, never. Even after two years with Archie, he still thinks he can get you to fall into bed with him.”

She rolled her eyes, tying her apron back in place. “The only way I’ll fall because of him is by tripping over his drunken ass outside the Rabbit Hole.”

“I’m sure it can be arranged.”

“Speaking of arranging things,” she noted, nodding towards the window, “here’s your favorite customer.”

Belle tilted her head in confusion as she was ushered forward to the window by Ruby. Looking out against the afternoon chill, the window framed Mr. Gold as he walked towards the coffee shop, his cane carefully treading the winter ground.

As usual, he was dressed in one of his signature suits with a heavy wool coat over top, a slick touch of leather accenting the lapels of the designer piece. The weak winter sun had slipped through the clouds just enough to catch and highlight the few strands of grey that distinguished his temple, and somehow completed the entire look.

Her cheeks flushed at the accusation. Clearly Ruby knew her too well. It's what one gets for working for and with their best friend, she thought.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Gold, what can I get you? Your usual?” Belle questioned as he approached.

“No, thank you, Miss. French,” he answered, shifting his weight onto his good knee. “I’ve been told by my grandson it's a crime that I haven’t had…” His eyes glanced to the menu board to confirm the availability, “...An eggnog latte?”

Ruby smiled with pride from behind her employee, stepping forward as she placed her hands on her hips. “What can I say? Best in town, Henry is right!”

“You mean the only one in town, Rubes.”

“That makes it the best!”

Belle laughed, shaking her head. “Of course, how could I have any doubt? I’ll get started on that for you, Mr. Gold.”

Ruby looked from Mr. Gold to Belle before glancing back again, her eyes next slipping up the street to the other businesses. She knew she wasn’t needed here and would simply get in the way for the moment.

“I think you have this place covered. I’ll leave you to this and go order us some lunch. Granny’s, my treat,” she announced, grabbing up her coat and purse as she left Belle to her own devices.

In the lull of Ruby leaving, a comfortable silence fell between Belle and Mr. Gold as she pulled the espresso shot for the drink.

“How is Henry doing, by the way?” Belle questioned, moving down the coffee machine to steam the milk, flipping the lever.

“Quite well, excited for his winter break. He and Grace have already been planning this year’s attempt to capture St. Nick.”

“This year’s? I can only imagine what last year’s attempt must have been like.” “Or the year before that. That year it was code name ‘Candy Cane Crusade.’” Mr. Gold chuckled to himself, pulling out cash to pay for his order. “The two of them have been at this since they were five.”

“And just what do they plan to do if they were successful?” Belle questioned. She carefully combined the drink into the cup, topping the latte with whip cream and a light dusting of cinnamon.

“I suppose to convince the non-believers? Your guess is as good as mine, Miss French.”

“Belle.”

“Pardon?” “Please, call me Belle.” She placed the drink between them, her hand resting on the counter beside it. “I’d like to think by now we’re friends.”

A smiled plucked at the corner of Mr. Gold’s mouth, hiding his embarrassment with a drink of his coffee.

“Henry was right, it seems. This is the best.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome… Belle.”

#Eggnog Latte #Rumbelle #Peppermint Mocha #Mr. Gold #Belle French #Ruby Lucas #Keith Nottingham #Lava Java #Fan Fiction #Between Paper Pages #Coffee Shop #Henry Mills #ONCE #Once Upon A Time #OUAT #Fluff #Holiday #AO3

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treatian · 4 years

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: The Dark Curse

Chapter 110: A Different Kind of Deal

Sheriff of Nottingham. Dammit. The Seer always delivered. Sometimes he just didn't understand how she delivered until it was right upon him.

There the Sheriff sat, mounted upon his steed as a few other men of the King's guard collected what appeared to be paupers and threw them into the back of a jailhouse wagon. What he knew about the Sheriff was little, he'd only ever seen him in that one vision he'd had of Robin and the one he'd had only a few days ago of beating the gentleman over something that had made him angry enough to kill. But this certainly wasn't that moment. The setting was all wrong, and, if the clothing and metallic "cars" told him anything, he was fairly certain it was bound to happen after the Curse was cast. And yet he had a bad feeling about the Sheriff now. Was it simply a bias the vision had caused in him that formed this dislike he felt as they walked closer and the Sheriff dismounted? Or was it more? He wasn't particularly fond of military men, much less ones that drank as much as he did. He was drunk. He had to be. He'd seen him pull a flask from his saddle a bit ago, but that had merely been a sip. One didn't come to smell the way he did, or act the way he did, from merely a "sip". If he had to wager a bet, he'd guess the flask was nearly empty. He staggered over to the pair of them sniffling in the chilly air with bloodshot eyes that had nothing to do with the cold. He did feel angry at him. No, he didn't like him. But it wasn't enough to want him dead. What was it that would make him despise him so, or want to kill him one day? Something about this incident? He didn't understand, if the Seer's voice was to be believed, then the Sheriff was about to be of some use…

"What are you doing in my woods?!" he called out to them strutting about like some kind of peacock. As if he had something to display…

"Pardon the intrusion Sheriff, ahem…" he cleared his throat, his voice automatically taking on an accent from a previous Dark One who had lived here once upon a time. He stooped his shoulders, hunched his back, and avoided the larger man's eyes, pretending to be far more humble and less intimidating than he actually was. The Sheriff wanted to strut? Fine. He could let him strut so long as it got him answers. "I'm looking for a thief. He attacked me with this bow," he explained pointed at the object which the Sheriff immediately set to inspecting. "I chased him as far as these woods, and then he vanished."

"Yes, I know exactly who you're after, but I also know who you are…Rumpelstiltskin."

Well, if that was the case…

"My reputation precedes me! Excellent!" he stated, standing up tall and dropping the former Dark One's voice for his own. If he already knew who he was there was no point in hiding.

"Yes, as does your penchant…for making deals!"

Now…that he didn't like. It was hard to pinpoint what he didn't like the most. Was it the way that he'd said that, his patronizing tone of voice? Was it the way he mocked him by giving his hands a little flourish like one that he had mastered hundreds of years ago? Or was it his face? That stupid sneer and dark, entertained gleam in his eyes?

Maybe it was all of it.

But did he not like it enough to kill him?

What did it matter to him so long as he got what he wanted in the end? And if the Sheriff needed a little something for the information he had, and he could make a deal from it, then he was always willing to do business; especially when it allowed him to teach a lesson.

"I'll tell you where you can find your thief, if you give me something in return," he clarified drunkenly, as if he hadn't been entirely clear before. He took another drink from that flask of his, and then he waved him closer.

"What do you want?" he asked warmly, like a good Papa asking his boy what he might like in exchange for a pretty penny. The Sheriff would never pick up on it, but treating him like the child he was acting as was plenty entertaining for him.

Until the man's gaze drifted from him, to something over his shoulder.

"A night with your wench," he slurred, looking him in the eye.

Something…or someone?

He'd heard his fair share of unbelievable deals in the past, but this one sent him reeling. For a moment, he wondered if he'd said what he thought he'd said, if he'd heard correctly. But then his hungry, slobbering gaze drifted over his shoulder once more. He wasn't mistaken. A night with his "wench".

He was talking about Belle.

He followed his pitiful gaze over his shoulder and looked timidly for the woman. From the confidence in the Sheriff's, he half expected to find her doing something scandalous, giving him some kind of tempting look that might suggest she wanted his attention. At the same time, he knew immediately that kind of behavior was uncharacteristic for Belle.

Sure enough the moment he laid his own eyes on her he could see that she was pale; paler than usual. He could hear her heart racing as she stepped away, gaping at what she'd heard. Sheltered she might have been, but she knew what he'd been talking about. And she was in no way pleased or asking for it.

He returned his eyes back to the Sheriff and found him still staring at her, practically drooling. They'd both been looking at the same girl, the Sheriff had seen what he'd seen and yet her reaction didn't change his reaction or his desires. Vermin.

"Ah, she's not for sale," he stated quickly. His stomach was already rolling around in his belly, disgusted at the thought, he couldn't imagine what she was feeling. All he knew was that they both wanted to be away and gone from here. It wasn't safe. And suddenly he felt guilty for submitting her to such a request. This "punishment" had been a terrible mistake.

"You can't part with her for say…an hour? Twenty minutes?"

Belle's heart was racing again, he could hear that easily. Her lack of breath told him that she was far more afraid than she'd been with him and she had every right to be.

He was the Dark One, a monster. He'd killed people over stupid things, it was safe to say that his morals were not the straightest and as such there were very few crimes that set him on edge. But this was one of them. Rape, the careless abuse of a female just because they were seen as weaker, an urge to overpower in the darkest of ways; it was foul. The thought of him yanking Belle away from him and carting her off to some tavern for a night, or holding her behind a tree for an hour, even a few minutes, while she screamed and struggled beneath the pig in front of him…it was disgusting. Maybe because he'd had aunts or been married or had women who he counted as friends once upon a time, but he considered it the most unmanly thing he could think of doing. It was cowardly and degrading and suddenly he wanted to make sure that he understood that. When they'd stepped out of that carriage, he hadn't wanted to kill the Sheriff, now he wanted more. He wanted him to feel the humiliation that any woman who found themselves pinned beneath him might have felt-for Belle's sake.

"Let me think…" he joked, putting his hand to his head as if to concentrate. Instead, he called upon his magic and summoned into the palm of his hand the Sheriff's tongue.

It was a perfect punishment. Though he had so desperately wanted to steal another part of his anatomy from him, and was still considering it, his tongue would be so much more fun to watch and made better by the fact that he'd be speechless. If he was so bold as to ask him for Belle in such a way, he was willing to bet there were more women who he'd made feel speechless and powerless in his past. Now it was his turn.

He watched with joy as the Sheriff stared in fear at the black smoke that he saw, then tried to say something, or perhaps scream, and instead gagged. He tried again. His heart began to hammer against his ribs. He could smell fear on the Sheriff as he choked, sputtered and gagged, and all he could bring himself to do for several long seconds was laugh as he enjoyed every bit of it. In fact, he probably let it go on for longer than necessary though he thought that his victims, perhaps even Belle, would have disagreed. After all, he didn't see her racing to stop him. Certainly, his men could see that he was in some kind of distress, but they didn't run to help him.

"I propose a new deal. I give this back to you," he finally stated, holding up the offending muscle for him to observe, "and in return, you tell me everything you know about the man I am hunting. You ought to be more careful with your possessions!" he shouted, shaking the thing carelessly and flagrantly around in front of him. It was precious to him, perhaps he'd take a lesson in seeing something so important used so shamefully, though he was doubtful it would happen in this moment as he turned purple.

"Do you agree to my terms?"

He nodded and grunted. Clearly, willing to do as he said.

"What was that?" he questioned again just for sport.

Again, he grunted and nodded with an undeniable fervor.

"Oh, I'll take that as a yes then," and with another wave of magic, his pushed the tongue back into his mouth. Instantly he drew a great breath and coughed as if it was his breathing that had been affected. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and touched his tongue several times as if testing whether or not he'd actually put it back. A silly thing really, he'd seen black come out and black go in. Obviously, he knew it was there. And now he was wasting his time.

"Start talking…" he growled.

"The man who you're after, I've been chasing him for years!" he shouted. "He ruined me! He stole the woman I love and made me the laughingstock of all of Nottingham!"

All helpful information, though if he really had stolen the woman he loved, then he could only imagine what that woman had endured from him.

"Where can I find him?" he pressed.

"Last I heard, he was hiding out in Sherwood Forest," he answered without hesitation. Good. He loved it when a deal followed through.

"And his name?" he asked finally, hoping he possessed that one important piece of information. Even if it was an alias or a nickname, it would help him locate the thief.

"Robin Hood," the Sheriff answered. "He goes by Robin Hood."

Another Robin. How convenient.

He turned back to Belle without offering a word of goodbye to the Sheriff. He didn't deserve anything more than what he'd gotten. Especially if the look on Belle's face was any indication. She was breathing again. Her heartrate was elevated, but it wasn't as bad as it had been before. She was still pale, so pale he was surprised she hadn't swooned as so many of her gender might have. She was a strong one, maybe stronger than even he had realized.

But she didn't move. Her eyes weren't on him, they were trained on the Sheriff, unflinchingly so. Had she been alone that would have been a smart thing to do, one should always keep one's eyes on the true threat at hand. But she wasn't alone. She was with the most powerful creature in their realm. He wouldn't allow harm to come to her, especially not in that way.

Finally, her gaze broke. It was only once he purposefully moved between her and the Sheriff, forcing her to break her stare that he saw her focus shift. She swallowed so many times that he knew her mouth had gone dry. He could smell fear on her too. It was the first time she'd been that afraid around him. But it hadn't been him she'd been afraid of. It was the Sheriff. What a strange world they lived in.

When she didn't move to leave, he placed his hands at her waist and applied a gentle pressure to turn her around and move back toward the carriage. He kept his hand around her back. She trembled, but he knew it wasn't from him. If she didn't want his hand there, she easily could have moved out of his gasp. Instead, she leaned into it and stumbled a few times as they moved. The fucking Sheriff had left her terrified.

She grasped his hand tighter than normal when he helped her back into the carriage as if afraid she might fall. He could have sworn once the door was closed, and they were on their way again, that he heard her sigh in relief.

"Thank you," she squeaked out suddenly, without confidence or malice.

He wouldn't say she was welcome. He couldn't. He shouldn't have had to do what he'd done to begin with. He shouldn't have had to thank him for forcing a rutting pig to keep his dick in his pants. He was sorry she'd had to go through it. He was sorry for any woman who had to go through it.

"I don't make those kinds of deals," he muttered. He wanted to make sure she knew that he was disgusted by any man that would have allowed a deal like that to have been made. But the words never came. He listened to her heart once more and found it was still faster than it should have been, but it was better. She smelled better too; less fearful, more like...Belle. That was something, at least.

So he turned his attention from her and what had happened and instead began to seek out Robin Hood.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #Belle #sheriff of nottingham #Robin Hood #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfiction

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