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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO SKIN DEEP THE BEST EPISODE OF OUAT EVER!!! ITS A CRIME THAT THEY DIDN'T DANCE THAT EPISODE BUT GUESS WHAT I'M A WRITER REWRITING OUAT AND GUESS WHO GETS TO WRITE A DANCE SCENE.
Yeah ME!
#once upon a time#ouat#ouat fandom#mr gold#ouat au#ouat rewrite#rumbelle#Rumplestillskin#ouat belle#belle french#rumple x belle#Ouat Edit#Skin Deep anniversary#Ouat Skin deep
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So I spend a surprising amount of time analyzing David and Rumple’s relationship because there are so many layers there. They have such an intense understanding. I’m not sure if it comes from the fact that Rumple truly ruined Charming’s life from day one, despite the positive outcome.
But whatever it is, it ties them together in such a specific way. They make easy deals. They seek counsel from each other. They tentatively trust each other when needed because they overlap in values.
So anyways, it’s an interesting dynamic and I love it.
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Okay but imagine, Regina waking up one morning to a baby crying.
She's confused, why is there a baby in her house? She should be alone, Henry had left months ago.
She investigates the noise and finds the child in Henry's old room, now back to the state his nursery was when Henry was an infant.
She then realises the baby IS Henry. Somehow she got back in time.
After taking care of baby Henry, she goes on research mode, pouring over old grimoires all day.
Around midnight, someone rings at the door.
It's Emma. She looks so young, she's only eighteen after all. She looks harried and can't seem to utter a word. Speech seems to have deserted Regina as well. They look at each other like deers stuck in headlights.
"Emma?"
All the tension seems to leave her at once. "Please tell me that means you remember too."
"You means the futur?"
"yeah."
"Yes I remember. Come on, you look like you could use a drink."
"You have no idea. I woke up this morning in a fricking cell. Good thing it was my last day behind bars and that I had the car. Spent all the money I had in gas."
Regina serves her a drink but Emma just fidgets with the glass.
"You want to see Henry?"
Emma looks terrified but nods anyway.
Regina leads her to the nursery where the baby is sound asleep. Emma is transfixed.
"God he's so small. I missed so much of his life."
Regina knows Emma would like to stay here and live the life she missed, just like Regina would like a do-over and have the chance to correct all her mistakes. But she knows they can't stay here, there could be too many consequences. They need to go back.
Emma stays in the house while they search for a way to undo whatever happened. She stays inside, not wanting to risk changing the past by interacting with the denizens of Storybrook. But staying inside means staying with Henry. Each passing day the thought of leaving the past (and the son she gave up once) is more and more painful.
"How are we even supposed to go back to our time without magic? It's not like we could steal the bottle of love or whatever it is that is inside Maleficent without changing the future."
"You managed to break the curse without magic the first time. We just need to figure out how you did that."
In the end they get nowhere. They resolve to ask for help the last person they want to speak too. After all Rumplestillskin from that time is certainly not the friendliest of man.
"I can't help you to go back to the future. You see, the curse that sent you back in time had a purpose. You need to find what it was to be able to go home."
Emma isn't having any of this crap. "Look Gold. I know you and you're hidden agenda. You're always hiding something. So tell us what it is already."
"Oh you're a feisty one aren't you? Just like your mother. Let me tell you, dearie, magic always comes with a price. What the price would be, I can't decide. Those laws can't be broken, only sometimes bent. I don't make them. You're here to find something and until you do, you're stuck here. If you're not willing to play by the rules, maybe you should make yourself comfortable then."
They go back to the mansion on Milffin feeling dejected. Gold's riddle is not helping. How are you supposed to find something when you don't know what to look for or where to start searching?
Two weeks pass and there's nothing new. Emma has decided she'll enjoy every stollen moment with her son. One afternoon, she's lounging on the sofa, thumbing an old spell book absentmindedly while keeping an eye on Henry squirming on his play mat.
Regina comes home from city hall and goes to pick up the baby for a quick cuddle.
Barely a second later, the ceiling lights come crashing down on the ground where Henry was a moment ago.
Both mothers are in shock and Henry is wailing.
Regina comes to her sense first and starts humming and rocking Henry to calm him down.
Emma is not moving, she's just staring to mother and son and to the shattered lights on the floor.
"I remember that," she says faintly.
"What do you mean?"
"I remember that. When I left Storybrook and you gave me these memories... This, this... I remember that. It was real?"
"Of course it was real. Where do you think those memories came from? It takes a really powerful curse to make up whole backstories. I barely had a minute to give you a past with Henry, so I used my own memories."
"So it was real, all of it?"
"Most of it, yes. I just had to tweak it a little. Your mind adjusted it itself mostly on its own."
Emma cries.
Later that day, they're finishing eating dinner.
"You know, it gives me a different perspective, those memories. I dismissed them back then to the point I've barely been remembering them, but now it's coming back. Parenting, it's hard. I know you probably gave me the good stuff, but the hard times are there too. I think I understand how you two ended up at odds to the point he came looking for me."
"I felt like I was doing everything wrong back then. Well, I did do a lot of things wrong."
"I don't think it was all on you. It was the situation too, you know. The adoption. I remember when I was a kid wondering why I've been abandoned. I remember those not-so-fake memories when Henry had found out I almost gave him up and was mad at me, or when he was asking questions about his dad. You just do your best, but sometimes it's impossible to make things perfect, because that's life and life is not perfect. So yeah, I get it. I get you and Henry."
Regina cries.
Two nights later Emma can't sleep. She tosses and turns but can't find sleep. She gets up and leaves the guestroom to go to the bathroom. She stops short when she hears Regina. She shared a room for enough years to recognise the noises someone makes when they're having a nightmare.
She enters Regina's room, trying to decide if she should try to calm her or wake her up instead. The choice is taken from her when Regina jerks awake, panting and crying.
"Hey, it's Emma. It's okay. You're safe. You're in your room."
She keeps reassuring her and reminding her where she is until Regina's breathing has returned to a normal rhythm.
She asks what she needs, if she wants to go back to sleep of if she wants hot chocolate.
That's how they end up in the couch at three am with steaming mugs of hot chocolate warming their hands.
Regina opens to her that night. It's unexpected for both of them but it feels right somehow.
Regina tells of her childhood, growing under the care of a loving father that was still too weak to protect her from an abusive heartless mother that she still couldn't help but love anyway. She tells of her first love, of the grief of losing him in such a terrible way, how she still see the life leaving his face every time she closes her eyes. She tells of being trapped in a loveless marriage with an indifferent man so old he could have been her father, of the horror of her wedding night with a spouse that believed a wife should submit to her husband in the marital bed. She tells of a girl that felt trapped in a never-ending nightmare, that didn't find another coping mechanism other than making other as miserable as she was feeling. She tells about a strange little man whose offer to help was too good to be true and sincere. She tells of how destruction felt like salvation for a girl that had never known anything but the cold pain of abuse and manipulation.
And Emma is listening. And she understands. She always had an intuition of what Regina's life must have been like, but hearing it is different. This is the cold reality, and Emma knows she was right when she decided to give Regina a second chance all those years ago, when she fought for her happiness because this woman deserves to experience it at least once in her life. She's also proud of Regina for everything she accomplished since they both met.
Emma tells her all of this.
They wake up on the couch the next morning with crooked neck and stiff limbs.
Emma goes to make coffee while Regina checks on Henry. When she's back with the baby, they starts preparing breakfast, they move around the kitchen with enough ease until they both reach for the fridge at the same time. They're so close, faces almost touching. They can't help but stare at the other while a strange electric feeling passes between them.
Then Henry gurgles and the moment is broken. They are awkward around each other now. They eat in silence barely broken by everyday talks, requests of syrup or jam, asks about which one should wash the dish while the other dry them.
Then Regina has to leave for work and Emma is left alone with Henry and her own toughts.
She's feeling bereft.
What happened earlier means something, she's sure of it. She tries to be honnest with herself, to admit what she might have known for a while but ignored. What she feels for Regina is not strictly platonic. The last few weeks spent living with her in the same house, taking care of baby Henry, only confirms that. She dreads going back to the future not only because of loosing this chance to experience Henry's early childhood, but also because she'll miss this domesticity with Regina. They won't keep playing house in the future, they'll go back to their own separate life. Well, not that separate, they'll still be friend, they'll still orbit around each other, but since Henry is grown up, they have less reasons to see each other.
So Emma will go back to a cold appartement, alone since the break up with Killian. She will mourn the loss of what she thought was her happy ending. She doubts those actually exist. Magic, dragons, fairytale characters, sure, it's normal for her now. But happily ever afters? They're myths, hopeful nonsense.
Unless...
Unless she goes for it. Unless she risks everything and confesses her feelings to Regina. Before this trip through time she wouldn't have thought for a second these feelings might be reciprocated, but after these last few weeks? After whatever it was in the kitchen earlier? Maybe there is hope here.
Emma devises a plan then.
Regina comes home earlier than Emma has planned. The mayor seems eager to be back home. Emma hopes it's a good sign for them, but Regina might have just missed Henry. Baby cuddles are addictive after all, and they both knows the are on borrowed time and soon they'll be back to their time.
"What are you up to?" Regina asked curiously.
Emma has been in the middle of her preparations. She has pushed the coffee table away and spread a thick blanket on the floor with a assortment of throw pillows over it.
She has been in the process of arranging decorations on the coffee table that serves as a sort of buffet table. The plates, glasses, silverware and foods were still waiting in the kitchen.
"Hum, we're having an indoor picnic?"
The surprised smile that graces Regina's face tells Emma that the idea was a good one after all. She was starting to feel anxious about it.
"What have you prepared?"
"Tacos. And there's apple cheesecake from your favorite bakery. Also sparkling wine."
Regina looks at her strangely for a moment. Finally she thanks her, her voice suspiciously hoarse. "Thank you, that seems wondeful."
Regina dismisses Emma's complaints that she is the one making this for her so that the mayor shouldn't helping with the preparations. A few minutes later they are lounging on the blanket, sipping the wine while Henry is napping in his basket a few paces away.
They are mostly silent, both of them sensing the charged atmosphere between them.
Finally, Emma breaks the silence. "Am I imagining things? About you? About us?"
"You mean..."
"Yeah."
Regina sighs. "I thought I had no chance in that department. So I kept it to myself."
"How long? How long have you known?"
"For sure? When you became the dark one. But before that... Before Robin."
Emma gapes. So long? There could have been something between them for this long? Her head spins.
There has been Killian though. Emma feels stupid going for him while Regina was right there all this time.
"Do you, do you want... This?"
"Yes. Do you?"
"God, yes."
Tentatively Emma reaches for Regina, caresses her cheek with a gentle hand. Regina closes her eyes, overcome with anticipation. And finally, finally, their lips meet.
Regina opens her eyes.
She's in her bed. Her lips are tingling.
Was it all a dream?
No, it can't be. It was all too real.
In a frenzy, she gets dressed and in minutes she's driving through town. Halfway through the drive to Emma's place she spots the yellow bug.
Both of them stop in the middle of the lane, get out of the cars and rush toward each other.
When they meet, they are breathless.
"You remember?" they both say at the same time.
"Yes, yes, I remember."
They are laughing with relief now, uncaring of the curious looks of passing people.
Wiping tears, Regina is the one offering they go back to the mansion.
They push the coffee table away, throw an afghan on the floor with a few pillows and resume what has been their first date, even if it's now seven am.
"I miss Henry already," admits Emma.
"I miss him too. Both as a baby and as a grown-up."
"I'm glad I had those few weeks. Even if there's nothing left of it."
"Not quite." Emma looks at her, confused. "Let me show you."
Regina opens the ventilation grating in the corner of the room. She plunges her arm deep, looking for something. She takes out an envelope from the opening and offers it to Emma.
Emma takes it with trembling hands.
Inside are a dozen Polaroids. Pictures of her with baby Henry, taken apparently without her noticing.
Emma can't help the tears falling as she looks at each picture with delight.
"Thank you. Thank you."
Emma surges forwards and kisses Regina as if it was the last thing she would do.
"I can't wait for Henry to visit. He needs to see these pictures."
"He always cringes when he sees himself as a baby," Regina laughs. "He started saying he's like fine wine, getting better with time, when he was only six. I don't think he knew what that means then."
"I remember that too," Emma realises. "It's strange, I had almost forgot all of these memories and now they're back in full details. As if experiencing some of them myself made them real and tangible."
She sniffs and shakes her head.
"Maybe that's what I need to find in the past."
"Or maybe it was the magic of the kiss."
"Maybe it was all of it. Everything that happened back then."
"Maybe. Where do we go from here?"
"Forwards?"
"Forwards sounds good."
And they lived happily ever afters.
#swanqueen#swen#swan queen#emma x regina#ouat#once upon a time#emma swan#regina mills#ouat fic#swanqueen fanfiction#ouat fanfiction#swan mills family#my fic#mine#It was supposed to be short#It got way out of hands#I might polish this up one day and post it as a real fic#abuse tw#sa tw#marital rape tw
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Regina being Rumplestillskin's child... That would makes Henry her nephew? That family tree is already so weird, what's a little more mess in it?
It’s best not to think about it tbh
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Puss In Boots Thoughts (Warning for Spoilers)
With that said, i've just about read every single fic on ao3 and i'm being so incredibly normal about that orange cat that I'm going to ramble on about some thoughts of mine.
FIRSTLY. Mama Luna's and Lapcat Rumblestillskin timeline puss. Also shreks friend puss
I found it very interesting, that a cat so well known for adventure and daring and "heroism" would and could so relatively easily let himself go. Afterall, he was at mama Luna's long enough to grow a beard. Even supposing that the Goldie gang was actually still able to smell him, it was easily 3 weeks to 3 months time there, if not longer.
What I think, is Puss settles very easily. And that scares him. Granted, I have not seen the 1st Puss in boots movie, but I know the details, how he was a criminal with Humpty at first. I think Puss very easily and quickly just....accepts life as it is. He get's in a routine and doesnt change.
So when he realized for the first time, that he Could be a hero, that he didnt have to settle....and moreover, that Humpty tricked him into still doing so, I think that scared him real bad. And then, he fell into a pattern again didn't he? Reckless, fearless legendary hero.
He even might've done so again with shreks kids. There are enough little mini christmas stories and whatnot that involve him, so it seems extremely possible he...relaxed a little paying out his 'life debit' to Shrek. It was probably only his 7th death that shocked his friends enough to question things, which in turn made him realize how much he had fallen into another pattern.
The Rumplestillskin version falls into this perfectly as well, then. It could be a situation where that Puss is on his last life, but even if not, settling to a point where it would basically no longer be possible to return to the adventuring lifestyle seems real possible for that cat.
I know this wont really get touched on if there is a Shrek 5, or a Puss in Boots 3, but Team Friendship seems at least like a much healthier rut to be in, than most of the others. Still enough advnture and things to satisfy the cat, while perhaps not being quite so callous with his life.
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By yourself
didnt want to adress this at all
cause once its said then its real
once its on paper its fact
because my mind isnt valid
the thoughts i have arent real
there is an energy between my brain and my tongue that manifests “truth”
a rumplestillskin if you will
spinning hay into gold
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Rumplestillskin fancam
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My sillies
There's something so special about Rumple falling first but not knowing how to love appropriately. Then Belle falls harder but struggles with someone who can't love her how she wants.
#rumbelle#once upon a time#ouat#mr gold#rumplestillskin#rumple x belle#belle french#ouat belle#ouat rumple
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I just found out that Peter Pan is rumplestillskin or whatever’s dad in once upon a time and I find that so stupid that now I do not want to watch it anymore
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You know you're really tired when you see a gif and you mistake Rumplestillskin (from ouat) for Emily Thorne/Amanda Clark (from Revenge)
Like, really Brain? You mistake Robert Carlyle for Emily Vancamp? How?
I need to nap for a billion years istg
#rumplestiltskin#ouat#once upon a time#emily thorne#Revenge#robert carlyle#emily vancamp#chronically fatigued#chronic fatigue#sleepy bitch disease#amanda clark
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A Word on Struggles with the Good Folk: Protection
Most people interested in topics of ‘fantasy’ are familiar with the more standard protections against the Good Neighbors that have been popularized by fiction. Such protections, to name a few, are pockets full of oatmeal, the salting of thresholds and doorways (as well as making circles of salt), bells in some stories (usually the variations of certain folktales told after Christainization), inside-out clothing, and the well-known: cold iron (also iron horseshoes).
If these wards aren’t enough, which they usually are, you could always try appeasing them through offering (the types of which can vary from culture to culture). If that doesn’t work,as in the story of rumplestillskin, you could attempt learn the accountable Folk’s true name... which.. as it turns out.. is usually nearly impossible.
Thats not to say that there aren’t ways you could accomplish this. Perhaps you could challenge your... ‘new friend’.. to a game with the premise of winning their name; but that’s not really suggested as losing would put you in a situation many times worse than what you’re already probably dealing with.
So what now?
You aren’t willing to risk a game, or maybe there are too many folk to challenge. You’ve left out all manners of offerings: tobacco, cream, bread, money, and biscuits. You’ve put up the horseshoes, your bed is surrounded by salt, and there is enough oatmeal under your mattress to feed five people.
If you’re a witch then perhaps you’ve tried a few protections of your own invention. Perhaps you’ve made a few witch bottles. Perhaps you’ve sicced your familiars on the intruding parties.
For most people -for most cases- this at least should be enough.
But not for you.
Not this time.
In spite of all your efforts, every night your Goodly Neighbors come knocking at the windows, pulling your hair, hiding your keys and knocking down your curtains. You’ve done everything you can think of with no relief.
This is what happened to me.
I had the iron horseshoes, I had the salt, and I had inumerable other protections I will not mention for the sake of keeping their potency. Despite all this, they’d file into my room in large groups every night to taunt me, give me nightmares, and knock at my windows. They’d climb on my bed and under it. They’d tempt me to dance, and play me their music.
Nothing worked and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. Was I a bad witch? Was there a certain step that I was forgetting? Was I just going crazy? Think of me however you like, but I was genuinely afraid.
Though the intrusions started off small, with time they grew, and the transgressions became more and more violent. It became harder for me to go outside at night, and I didn’t feel safe in my own home- in my own bed. I felt like I was in danger... at least.. that’s what all the conspiring events led me to believe. Bluntly, I became paranoid.
Of course, I was in danger. I was sleep deprived, I was frustrated, and I was frightened. Both my mental health and physicality were in decline. However, the true being at fault for my decline wasn’t actually them.. not directly.
It was myself.
I was the cause of my own defeat.
And the intrusions?
They were all just part of a grand ole’ game.
You see, If you have good protections up, and if you hold any sort of claim to the land you’re on, then the only power the Good Folk can hold over you is the power you give to them. That is- If you haven’t broken their laws, and you aren’t in debt, and you haven’t given up your true name to them, then the only real power they have is to convince you that you haven’t any.
Once they convince you that they have power over you in your own domain (despite the standard protections), then you relinquish some of that control. This works, not as an exchange of ownership, but because when something is rightfully (keep in mind their ‘laws’ are different from our own) in your possession it is your will that determines what happens with, to, and regarding that something. If they convince you that you’re in danger, then you will be because your will makes it so. If they convince you that you are out of control, then you will be because your will makes that so. When you acknowledge their illusion of power as real, it becomes so.
When host to their tomfoolery, the choice will always remain yours- reguardless of whether you’re aware that you’ve chosen.
If the choice truely isn’t yours, then you aren’t the host and what you claim ownership of isn’t yours to do so.
Though it can sometimes be difficult to differentiate between places of their rule and your own, a good general rule of thumb is that when the Good Folk hold the power they won’t try so hard to convince you that you do not. They will simply do as they please. They may even try to imply (without directly stating) that the opposite is true. This can be an even more dangerous situation.
In my case, it’s not that the protections didn’t work. It’s that I wholeheartedly believed that they didn’t.
You have to recognize that YOU are in control of what is rightfully yours. And what is yours consists not only of literal ownership, but also what they directly acknowledge that you have. They must keep to their word to a T.
On that note, here is a little reminder: The Good Folk will never flat out lie. While I was dealing with this, they never once told me that I wasn’t in control. They allowed me to reach that conclusion on my own. Little by little I was allowing them to do more and more.
That is because I hold the power here, and it’s by my power that they can get through. When I realized that it was my power that allowed my Neighbor Folk to trouble me or not, they lost their hold over me. Though they will still try to convince me I am weak; try to knock me off balance- they can do nothing more than just that: try. Not with the things that are rightfully mine. Not with the places that I hold claim. And not with yours either.
By their laws.
Below is a rough sketch of one of the various Folk I’ve seen around. He doesn’t have multiple heads, it was a lot like having double vision. Seeing multiple versions of a single thing all at once.
#folk witch#folklore#witch#the good neighbors#a.k.a fairies#fairies#protection from fairies#protection spell
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HTTYD/Trolls
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oc5YAv
by Mariahdoby13
Okay, here’s one Hiccup Haddock prince and future king of the kingdom Of colorful singing Vikings, but then suddenly a man name rumplestillskin kidnaps them and trying to turn them into food for the ogres. But Hiccup sets out an adventure to save his friends from being eaten by ogres with the survillast Astrid Hofferson.
Words: 57, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Trolls (2016), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Shrek (Movies), Home (2015)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Astrid Hofferson, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Shrek (Shrek), Fiona (Shrek), Snotlout Jorgenson, Arthur Pendragon, Tuffnut Thorston, Ruffnut Thorston, Fishlegs Ingerman, Rumpelstiltskin (Shrek), Fairy Godmother (Shrek), Stoick the Vast, Snack Pack, Gratuity "Tip" Tucci, Rapunzel (Shrek)
Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson, Fiona/Shrek (Shrek)
Additional Tags: Parody, Song Parody, Trolls, Dragons & vikings, Bergens, movie parody, (Female) creek, (female) Branch, (Male) Poppy, Dreamworks, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oc5YAv
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at the end then girl
#once upon a time#peter pan#malcolm#rumplestillskin#mr gold#detective weaver#neal cassidy#baelfire#henry mills#lucy mills
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