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mccallhero · 4 months

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okay so i just finished ouat for the first time ever (watched it years ago but stopped in s5b) and i just wanted to ask one question about the finale lmao

(discussions of r*pe, the r*pists on the show, the erasure of graham, and regina's crimes)

first. some context. i absolutely hate what happened to graham's character (being r*ped and then murdered by his r*pist and then the crime never ever ever ever being acknowledged) and it's really really hard for me to like regina's character after that. for the longest time i always told myself it was the writers that didn't actually understand what they were writing, and then once they did, they tried to ignore it and sweep it under the rug because that wasn't their intention for regina's character

for example, with the other two r*pists on the show (there's arguments for a lot more, but these ones are confirmed in the canon), zelena and mother gothel are both treated as villains (regina actually calls zelena out for the r*pe, telling her she 'deceived robin in the most vile way possible,' which is another reason i thought the writers were trying to kinda retcon what regina did to graham once they realized what they had actually written). zelena eventually does get her 'redemption' (kinda. the only person who ever treats her well is regina. we just stop seeing zelena with other characters. the only exceptions really in s7 are wish!killian, robyn, and chad and they all don't know about her true crimes), which is something i hate, but again, zelena and mother gothel (for the majority of their characters) are treated as villains, which is genuinely why i thought for over a decade now that the writers realized they made an oopsie with regina and graham and just ignored it

however. then i watch the season 7 finale

and regina's getting crowned the good queen which. okay. interesting take i guess (love or hate regina's character, she burned down entire villages, who the hell is voting for her???). and then regina, the good queen, supposedly forgiven and redeemed for all her past evil deeds, gets to give a speech. in fact, the last speech that's ever given on ouat, the last words ever spoken on the show is this speech

she starts off by saying: 'i thought my story came to an end a long time ago, and then new people came into my life... people who gave me a second chance. i can't wait to see what's in store for me next. well, for everyone'

and then with this speech, as it continues, there's a lovely little montage to give us a reminder of the journey that was ouat and all of the characters along the way

regina says: 'i refuse to believe there won't be more adventures' and we see the jolly roger, charming on horseback, rumple in the heroes and villains au on horseback (interesting choice), grumpy being hatched, jiminy cricket, pinnochio and gepetto being swallowed by a whale, regina casting the dark curse over snow and charming's dying body (.......), emma freeing merlin from the tree, elsa using magic, ursula and maleficent tussling, monkey!walsh, rumple being bitch slapped by a bear, belle being attacked by fire-doggie!phillip, snow hitting charming with a rock, and cruella's stank breath

these are all, so far, decent choices. some are a little iffy but, for the most part, just moments reminding us of everything that's happened

and then regina says 'more love' and we see outlaw queen, snowing, swan believer, phillip and aurora, rumbelle, henry and violet, cinderella and her guy (shawn?), jasmine and aladdin, snowing again

this one's a little more questionable (just like. where is captain swan? and why is swan believer here when everything else is romantic love? did someone mix it up? idk. not the point but still)

'more family' and we see snowing and baby emma, emma and baby henry, the heroes in s2 walking together, snowing and neal, gepetto and pinnochio, henry smiling, and the last supper ouat version

this one's fine. i think including gepetto and pinnochio there is kinda funny when it could be replaced by any other scene of the actual main family (regina and henry maybe???????????????)

and then. finally. why i am making this textpost

regina says 'and yes, there will be more loss'

and. okay. we see robin dying, robin's funeral, regina at her father's grave, and then ???????????????????????????? for SOME REASON they show GRAHAM DYING????????????????????????????????

and at this point i don't care what else they show because regina's then saying 'because that's just a part of life' and i am just wondering. HOW. after SEVEN SEASON. did ouat think that was a good idea

and it genuinely makes me feel nauseous because yes, he is a forgotten victim, he was controlled and r*ped and murdered and nobody ever found out about it and, in fact, he is rarely ever even remembered (emma wearing his shoelace was such a fucking blessing to know at least ONE PERSON cared about him after he had died. that he at least wasn't forgotten by her) but for YEARS i thought it was just ouat being ouat and trying to ignore their mistakes because addressing them would make regina truly unforgiveable

but then. regina. in her final act of being truly redeemed, switched completely from the evil queen to the good queen, her crimes being forgiven by her victims and everyone electing her to be queen (WERE THERE NO OTHER CANDIDATES?), regina reminds us of the crime that she never ever told anyone about, the crime that she will be taking to her grave, and we see graham dying (because she r*ped and then murdered him)

and it just feels so so so wrong. ESPECIALLY. especially. ESPECIALLY after season seven, where we're forced to watch rogers be taunted by his r*pist, the knowledge of her crime being unknown to him (she taunts wish!killian too when he does know), and that entire plot is sickening and heartbreaking but that's what it's supposed to be. like one of the biggest plots of the season was about a r*pist taunting her victim and destroying his life and making him miserable and being the cause of his death (gothel poisoned wish!killian's heart, regina crushed graham's, wow ouat sure does love their parallels). never once are we expected to be on gothel's side and literally everyone on the show hates her besides characters she is also manipulating (ivy and anastasia). so how are they going to have that be one of the main plots of the season (if not the main plot, considering it's why rumple dies and killian/alice/gothel have the most backstory eps out of any other plotline) and then do this?

how are they going to give regina her redemption and then remind us of graham's death, arguably one of her worst crimes that is kept secret from everyone on the show? she took his heart and then commanded him to her bed chamber and then created a curse where they had a sexual relationship despite graham being miserable every single day and never wanting or feeling anything because oh yeah she stole his heart and controls him. and then she killed him when she couldn't control him any longer

and now she's the good queen, getting her second chance? ('second' chance. okay ouat. sure)

how are they going to forgive regina for her crimes while reminding us, the audience, that nobody even knows about graham?

#my thoughts #graham humbert #anti-regina #anti-regina-mills #anti-zelena #ouat #rape tw #rape mention tw #i'm just ranting but god graham deserved better #once upon a time

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ask-missparker · 1 month

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Welcome children to the world of enchantment ✨ / OUAT AU

Season two of the mini series ig, inspired by the episode ‘Broken’

Pairings: Nikolai x Mia, Ethan x Liane, Jeremy x Cole

Established Platonic Partners: Joshua & Belladonna

Extra characters mentioned: Alexander, Dr. Hooper, Leroy, Finlay, Rose and etc.

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The curse broke as the mist rushed through the town then began to disappear like it was nothing. As if the blue smoke was never there to begin with. As Amelia opened her eyes, she realized she was still holding her son in her arms despite him being taller than his own mother as her husband curled both of them into his chest for protection against whatever the hell that was.

Joshua looked around staring at the sky before his gaze fell to the woman holding him, his mother, who seemed just as shocked and confused as he was. Last they heard were whispers in the wind as the clamped of footsteps surrounded them. Nikolai was resting his head against his wife’s very own, catching the ball rolling over to them.

“What the hell just happened?” He asked softly getting a weird feeling in his fingertips, as if he lost a little magic touch that soon will return.

“No idea..” Amelia added then looked at her son, “..hi. Y-you found us..”

Joshua nodded with a half smile, the feeling hasn’t hit him yet that he was in his parents arms. Yes, he was glad they were awake and remembered who they were, reconnecting with him. But it still feels foreign to him, he lost almost 18 years with him. His throughts were cut up by Leroy and his pals showing up, talking with one another then speaking to his mother. Snow White & The 7 Dwarfs. His father was grinning and talking about something else he didn’t catch on to.

“Wait hold-pause! If the curse is broken, why haven’t you guys gone back yet?” Joshua asked holding up his hands with a stern expression.

“He really is Charming’s kid.” Leroy muttered pointing with his thumb which earned a glare from Nikolai, “..sorry. He is just asking the real questions.”

Nikolai hummed, “He’s right. And seeing what happened, we need to get everybody involved and safe somewhere. My brother must’ve ran over to his place by now..”

Just then, Dr. Hopper rushed in telling them that people are rushing to kill Alexander at his home. Leroy muttered, “Good. Let’s watch.”

Which earned a glare from his friends that time as the man shrugged proud of his response. Nikolai was ready to defend his brother but a huge part of him wanted to rail him against the road for pain he caused the people of the town as his wife stayed quiet, realizing they had to go. Joshua reminded them that he was still family and heroes don’t just sit there waiting for a murder, as he rushed off to stop the charge. Nikolai led the others to his brother’s house, with a piercing hand ready to take him down and keep his family safe.

Once the group arrived there were half of the town surrounding the house, as nurse Rose and a doctor Finlay were sharping up to murder the man in charge. Liane’s eyes glowed a firey punch as her hands began shaking a purple light grabbed Alex by the collar and Ethan carrying a dagger. Nikolai pushed The Ace of Heart off him and Amelia held back Liane. Belladonna noticed Joshua pushing back the crowd as she yelled into his ear over the loudness of the yard about the situation as he simply nodded.

“You good?” She asked, which only earned around nod from the tall boy, “Why are you not killing him?”

“Because I am not a member of the public here!” He yelled over the crowd of noise at her.

But Belladonna could tell something was up, however she kept quiet.

“Mia! Snow let go of me! The son of a bitch has my wings somewhere!” Yelled Liane trying to releasing herself from the short brunette’s grasp, “Since when did you get stronger?!”

“Since I am just as pissed as you!” She yelled back, an angry look in her eyes that almost seemed to calm the blonde down.

“Let me kill him! He deserves to die for his crimes against humanity…”

“He doesn’t have to die, he didn’t kill you or anyone of us.”

Meanwhile Nik almost punch Ethan with their fuel strength coming back as he shouted, “Let him go! We’re victims but not murders, killing him will turn us, as dark as he is! Is that what you want?!”

Ethan’s glares soften, as his gaze fell onto his beloveds girls then stepped back, “We have a lot to figure out then. He needs to be locked up for all of our safety..and his, or else I will murder him.”

Joshua and Belladonna watched as their parents took charge of the situation. Alexander stood up from the ground as he curled his hand into fist realizing not all of his power has returned yet, only a mere bit was felt in him, but then his gaze fell onto the children.

Both equally difficult yet different expressions washed over their faces, causing Alexander’s smirk to lessen just slightly. Joshua’s eyes locked onto him for a moment, the same way they did when they were alone a couple of days ago, he looked away and faced his brother wondering what he might do next.

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The cell door was slammed into his face as he smirked. Nikolai told him to knock it off as Ethan walked over to Alexander ready to question his actions. Amelia sat down on the edge of the table facing the cell with a glare, keeping her hand on Liane’s shoulder to keep the blonde calm. Joshua was leaning against a wall quietly as Bella kept looking at Snow and her mother, then faced her friend again. Amelia noticed their faces and decided to let both Charmings chat with the king as she led the other out of the Sheriff Station, telling both men to leave once they’re done and met them at Bruce’s Diner to talk.

As both mother walked with their children, a single death of silence ran down their bodies. It felt creepy. Joshua sighs with his hands in his pockets watching them, feeling odd until his mother broke the silence before he did. Bella felt just as uncomfortable as him.

“Hey. Can we all just talk?” Amelia said with a small smile.

Liane furrow her brows, “Not the best time Snow..I just woke up from the nightmare of a nap..”

“Try being in a coma for 16 years Mal..it’s hard, I know. But look at where we are. My son and niece are here in front of me. Your nephew, none of us got a chance to even talk yet..”

“Snow, honey, it’s a lot I know. I just got my man back and wings are here..I think?”

Bella half smiled and nods, “Hi aunt Amelia..or do I call you Snow?”

“Whichever one you want, Bella. I’m your aunt. ” She said with a small smile before looking at her son, “And you’re my kid. I have not gotten a proper chance with you guys yet. You have gotten weeks for your fathers, I only got two days with you..so can we all just talk?”

Joshua took his hands out of his pockets and sighed, “…I am uh, happy we are all here and the curse is broken, but I only wish it went differently..my whole life I was alone.”

Liane spoke up, “But if we haven’t sent you away, you would’ve been cursed or worse, Josh. I would’ve done the same with Bella..”

“I know that. I do…um, theses last couple of weeks were pretty weird and terrifying to me..and now it just got weirder.”

Bella placed a hand on his back and back her friend up by explaining, “What Joshua meant to say..you guys remember who you are. It’s cool, it’s what we all wanted but now things have changed, we don’t know how you guys will interact now in the real world with your kids..and you all have memory with each other, we don’t..”

That seemed to silence both mothers, looking at one another and then their children. They hate to admit it but Josh and Bella were right.

Things just got weirder.

It’s a lot of things to figure out soon, but they had to try.

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Liane offered to go to The Library or her house for shelter as the others agreed. Liane and Joshua let the path, as Bella and Mia followed behind. As they entered the Library, Liane could see the parallels between children as Bella acted in a way like Mia by using her surroundings, to create a area to pick up books and finding an space to collect their thoughts.

Meanwhile Josh’s curiosity but stand-off way of showcasing himself was similar to her, and she gets it. She wasn’t smart enough to stay focus for too long and wanted to use her energy to make a point that she belongs somewhere, to fight. She was someone who made plenty of mistakes and felt vastly alone for so long before finding Ethan and her friends to support her.

Liane remembers being excited to meet her nephew, buying everything for him and vowing to show him her land of opportunity. She pictured his little cheeks, how he would giggle and if his eyes would signify something like sunflowers. And here he was, as she saw herself in him. But she sees a mix of Mia and Nikolai as well.

It was weird but nice nonetheless the parallel between them.

She was taken out of her thoughts as soon as the doors of the library opened to showcase Cole smirking, “Ah if it isn’t the mothers and the children. I know you’re worried about Alex and the land, but fear not cause we will have a better place soon.”

“The hell did you do?” Mia asked looking up from the book.

Bella eyed her uncle, “Your the wizard of our world, you have something up your sleeve. What it is? A dragon? A killer beast?”

“You two are similar, I see.” Cole says almost immediately with a dry tone but his smirk stayed, “Alexander is being taken care of now. With magic back in town, I sent an invitation his way.”

“What kind of invitation?” Liane asked now intrigued, “To kill him?”

“In a way, yes, it would be a piercing death sentence. But the price is highly unlikely to payoff. With him dead, someone will have to rule. I assume the heroes will.”

Joshua looked out the window of the library watching the smoke clear up but the clouds remained grey as dark skies rose over the area of the town. Whatever Cole brought to murder Alexander was not pretty…

“Enough with the noise, Cole, but what is it exactly?” Joshua asked this time, still looking out the windows, reaching over to grab something to defend himself with.

“Oh, just a little friend from the other side, from the enchanted forest.” Cole said holding up a hand to stop him from asking anything else and continued, “Yes, our land is basically empty and now dead weight, a wasteland, but death knows all. So I brought a dead body Alexander’s way…”

“What the f-!”

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“Who in heavens are you?!” Alexander yelled, he had cuffs on his wrist to prevent him from using any magic as he tried to break free from the cell.

The ghost of knight’s slipped in between the bars of the cell and started to float. A black cloud covered its legs, as its body became like smoke. Its face was covered in scars, pale grey and his eyes were filled with anger. A shining light flashed from its eyes almost a piercing red-yellow color. He had a deep blade that basically made to stab and consume the life of others at his will.

It roared and shakes the air surrounding them, as the room temperature dropped below freezing and rumbling under Alexander’s feet.

Eariler Cole came in and threatened the man, as he ripped Alexander’s wrist and used a dagger to cut his hand. A black symbol appeared on his hand afterward in the shape of a coin with double swords in the center of it all.

For the first time in forever, Alexander was powerless against the beast in front of him. He tried shaking the cell block and jingling the lock but nothing happened. The knight sword started to move around and course the king’s life into the blade as Alexander screamed in pain. He suffered in silence and tears almost immediately appeared, shouting in the middle of the cell for help.

Nikolai and Ethan were gone at The Diner, probably even at the bar to drink their troubles away together.

Alexander has never felt pain like this before and it made him weaken over time, coughing and reaching for the walls to keep him from falling asleep on the ground floor. He wondered if this is how his behavior in the past, finally came to affect him in the future. A lifetime seeking pain for the suffering he caused to others.

He didn’t even know what to think.

All he knows was that he was screaming in agony for help.

The lights flickered in the station and in the view was his brother, who was growling at the man. Nikolai seemed to enjoy his presence as he suffered, Ethan and the others were behind him. He glanced over to Liane whose eyes flickered purple but fearful of the beast in front of him. Ethan rushed opening the cell and zapped the ghostly creature into stumbling back. Nikolai and Liane nodded blasting the figure as it roared fiercely at them then slipped away to the cracks of the window and out of the room.

Alexander sighed in relief coughing and grunting at the thought of his pain still lingering over him.

Liane’s eyes returned back to normal, “What was that thing?”

“I wish I knew..” Both brother muttered at the same time.

“I do.” Ethan admitted as the others nodded waiting for him to answer, “..in the same way death and life appear to be good or bad, so do those ghosts. In Wonderland, we called them Balance Knights, I don’t know what they are called in The Enchanted Realm. It can bring others, if not care to harm everyone…they can either bring life good luck or bad fortune..for Alexander it was death. And the pain he caused to others..”

“Okay so, how do we kill it?” Alexander spat out, breathing heavily.

“You kill no one.” Nikolai responded with a glare, “You can’t kill a ghost without fire and a way to sent it home to its body.”

“I want it dead. How do we sent it back?”

Liane was about to say something but a voice beat her to it. Mia entered the room and was followed behind the teens who held up books, broomsticks, along with a top hat. Jeremy walked in after a few moments with a smirk on his face holding dark dust.

Nikolai muttered something about how he requested them to stay outside and then his wife refused to listen to him. Mia threw him a look holding the book in her hands. Ethan and Liane notice Josh was holding the set of broomsticks and Bella was carrying the top hat. One of The Mad Hatter’s famous hat.

Jeremy explains how he used to study plenty of books back in the day. One of them held information on Cole’s little creature, crediting the teens for the idea, and how to send the knight back.

With that, they got to work.

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In the middle of town hall, everyone stood up carrying weapons to protect themselves and fight the enemy at hand. Alexander was used as bait, as Joshua cut a similar mark on the man’s hand to lure the ghost in. With blood on his hand and Alexander standing in the front, the creature appeared once again to take him.

Joshua held up a broomstick with fire almost immediately like it was a sword to lure it closer, Nikolai, Ethan and Liane used their blast the creature. The ghost screamed and shouted roaring, flipping his sword around to fight the trio. The trio used their magic to keep the knight steady as they fought. Mia and Bella made their appearance together, with pages of the spell book open and the hat in hand.

Bella chanted the words of the spell to convince the knight to pause and take leave, as it hissed trying to attack, meanwhile Mia spin the Hatter’s top hat hoping to enchant magic to open a portal. Jeremy poured the dark dust surrounding the hat and the area where it stand, pushing them backward for safety reasons.

The portal only opened slightly and slowly approached into a small circle of blackened clouds. But it wasn’t clear enough for the ghost to fit. The trio was too busy fighting meanwhile Jeremy and Mia were using the broomstick covered with flames and salt to keep the knight from escaping the attack they made.

Bella kept chanted and looking for pages to widen a portal, inching forward to the hat as she nodded at Joshua to follow along. Joshua had a determined look on his space spinning the hat and spreading the dark dust over the top hat. Bella’s eyes narrowed down picking up some more dust from the ground, gripped onto her friends forearm as they both chanted the words.

Like well…magic, it worked as the portal open sucking in the knight into its grand hole back to where it came.

The adults were so preoccupied with the damage and rushing the knight towards the end of the hat, they didn’t notice the aftermath of the chaos. The portal didn’t close on time, sucking Bella and Joshua in, Jeremy was trying to destroy the entire portal but got caught inside as well.

“Not my kids!” Liane exclaimed jumping over and into the portal.

Nikolai growled, “I’m losing more family again!”

Their spouses yelled at them, trying desperately to make a jump for it and exchanged insults later.

Ethan and Mia planned to jumpstart the portal to appear a little long to appear across but it was too late.. Nikolai jumped across the fence and into the portal as it closed right before their eyes.

The only thing left was the hat slowly turning around and stopped on the ground, as Alexander hissing on the floor…

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Ahhh 😌 I blame @missstrawbs2001 loving return to OUAT for the inspiration, I love this show very much. Ngl I wanna skip to season 3 or something soon hahaha

What do you guys think?

Oh here are the tags: @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @cherrysft @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @sherloquestea and etc

#fantasy au #ouat au #liane felton #mia & lia #liane x ethan #bella and josh #ask missparker #marvel oc #spiderman oc #children oc #cole lensherr #shut up alex #once upon a time fanfiction #ouat rewatch #ouat s2 #once upon a time au

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lizardthelizard · 11 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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hannahhook7744 · 7 months

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For that fic ask thing, #9 for A Twist in Their Tales?

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Well, yes.

I've rewritten it a couple times and a couple of times I've disregarded some ideas as being too confusing or too graphic/violent.

And I also have an alternate story in mind for it in a season 7 of ouat au where Lucy tracks down Bartender Chad Charming who disappeared several years before the curse after his friends (the other kids of the prophecy) and several of his classmates died because he was unable to deal with the grief and survivor's guilt.

But that's the only alternatives I can think of at the moment.

Though one could argue that my ouat and descendants crossovers are all pretty similar minus the whole prophecy thing.

Hope that answers your question and thanks for answering!

#disney descendants #descendants #disney #melissa de la cruz #wicked world #descendants au #ouat #once upon a time #ouat descendants #ouat au #ouat alternate universe #disney descendants au #disney descendants alternate universe #etc

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spevvy · 2 years

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I know I'm always of the opinion that nobody should judge anyone else for the media they do or do not choose to consume like it's all about free will and if it doesn't tickle your pickle then that's a good enough reason to not watch/read/listen to it...

But...

Honestly if you're an OUAT fan who refuses to watch season 7 because it's set in a different location/timeline, or there's an older Henry or Colin O'Donoghue plays an AU!Hook or Rumple has an even more unreliable accent than usual, or for any other reason, then I'm sorry but my buddies my friends my pals my siblings in Christ you are missing out on SO MUCH.

That's it that's all I have to say on the subject. I'm not gonna go into detail because you have so much joy to discover in those final 22 episodes and ESPECIALLY the final episode. Just. Do yourself a favour, folks.

Thank you for coming to my vague talk.

#spev rambles #ouat #once upon a time #ouat season 7 #anti anti #ouat s7 #no spoilers #it's just so sweet #and honestly lbf #at the end of the day #that entire show is about #lana parilla #who is incandescent in the final season #i love her with all my heart istfg

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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 1 year

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Goddammit... I'm watching OUAT season 7, and it really makes me want to write an AU with Loki and Y/n as Rumplestilskin and Belle.

I hate it.

#my ramblings 🦋#ouat #loki laufeyson

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snowbellewells · 2 years

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Once upon a time for the ask game thingy hehe

Okay, both you @itsfabianadocarmo and @cosette141 asked for my answers on this for OuaT, so here goes!!! 😜

Fandom Ask Game

Send me a movie/book/show and I'll tell you:

favorite character: I mean, the obvious answer here is Killian Jones. And, believe me, I do love our pirate hero very, very much. But my true favorite character of the entire show (hopefully no one throws me out of the CS fandom for this) is Sheriff Graham/the Huntsman. I just adored him from the first time we met him. My heart still breaks for him. And I am always going to think he deserved better (and we deserved more of him!)

least favorite character: Probably either Cora/the Queen of Hearts or Gothel/Eloise Gardiner in Season 7

brOTP: I do really enjoy some Captain Charming - they have such a fun bros and family both connection! - but my heart really belongs to Killian and Belle. Captain Book/Captain Beauty, whichever you want to call it is such a lovely friendship. I treasure every teeny little scene of it we got to see. There’s something so redemptive and wonderful in them overcoming their past animosity and becoming friends, and I absolutely adore them bonding and having each other’s backs! 💖

OTP: It’s Captain Swan, absolutely, all the way, they’ve really taken over most of my imagination and free time! 😅 (In all fairness, I did at the start think Gremma, or HuntSwan, could be my True Love OTP, but the show very literally killed that possibility. And of course, we then met a certain dashing rapscallion who managed to win Emma’s heart… 😏)

OT3: This isn’t really a category I give lots of thought. I have read some amazing fic though with Liam/Killian/Emma as an OT3. The one that I’d call my favorite though is what I’ve sometimes seen called Irish Swan Trio: Killian/Graham/Emma. (That I would happily read more of, if it was more commonly written. 🤭)

NOTP: I have (very rarely, thankfully) stumbled upon mostly modern au fics that have Regina and Graham hooking up, or friends with benefits, or friendly exes. I absolutely cannot handle that; it is so far from what that situation truly was and it’s just upsetting to his memory. I’m also not at all a fan or HookedQueen or SwanQueen. Neither of those make much sense to me, nor does Regina even seem to like either of them much or treat them at all well. Why would they be in a relationship?

favorite storyline: It’s probably, honestly, season one. Where we first see Emma coming to Storybrooke, getting to know her son, discovering magic and fairytales are real, figuring out who all the townspeople were in the storybook, all of that. The magic is so enchanting in that first season, and it seems the most tightly well-written to me. I often say the first season’s only real flaws are Graham’s death and Killian not being there yet!

If that’s too huge a chunk to be a favorite storyline, then I’d probably say the Save Henry trip to Neverland.

least favorite storyline: I am not a fan of the second half of Season 2. It gets all convoluted and disjointed to me, and Greg and Tamara were so pointless and annoying. I don’t know if that’s so much a storyline as a least favorite segment because there doesn’t seem to be as clear a storyline, but there you are all the same. 🤷🏼‍♀️

what I wish had happened but didn't: I’m never going to stop wishing that Emma and Killian had gotten a rainbow blast True Love’s Kiss like all the other True Love couples. I know their True Love was proven in another way, but still, come on!!! 🤨

Even more than that though, I wish

1) that Emma and Killian would have had a secret small, private wedding in the Underworld with Liam performing it so he could be there, which would be an excellent callback to Snow and Charming’s first private wedding performed by Lancelot so Charming’s mother could be there.

And 2) that when we learned about the meanings behind the gravestones in the Underworld they would have gone and found Graham’s and at least learned that he had passed on and was at peace.

**Maybe I should have mentioned 5b as a not-so-favored storyline - so much potential wasted!

what happened that I wish hadn't: I would have loved them to do so much more with Jekyll and Hyde (and Jafar, for that matter) rather than split Queenie and the Black Fairy in Season 6 😝 I also would not have had Ruby run off with Dorothy.

#fandom faves ask game #ask game answers #snowbellewells answers asks #answers for @cosette141 #answers for @itsfabianadocarmo

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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 months

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For the "Kick in the Pants" Writers Ask Game, can I ask you about the

Cygnet Scholar Superhero AU?

I ended up going for more than five minutes! Here's a snippet from it!

"Maybe you just need some brain food." She turned to see her dad entering from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies. "Peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies are brain food?" Hope asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sure," Killian said, holding out the plate of cookies to her. Begrudgingly, she took one, hoping it would make her dad leave as soon as possible. "That is correct, actually." Gideon said, "the protein in the cookies boosts your brain power, and the sugar encourages quick thinking. Taking a cookie break like this boosts your serotonin levels too, makes it easier to stay on track. Your dad's right." "I knew there was a reason I liked this kid," Killian said, handing the tray to Gideon, "be sure to take a couple; they're small." They were not, in fact, small, but Gideon didn't seem to mind as he grabbed a couple cookies off the tray.

thanks for the kick in the pants!

kick-in-the-pants writer’s game!

#kazzy writes #cygnet scholar superhero au #cygnet scholar #killian jones #hope swan jones #gideon gold #once upon a time #ouat #once upon a time season 7 #otp: maybe you need some normal friends

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samwpmarleau · 2 years

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hook and baelfire !!!!! (and yes i totally did finish watching all the seasons of OUAT for real for sure😅)

Am I forever salty that Hook's story was made all about Emma instead of Bae, the child of the woman he loved fiercely for hundreds of years, whom he betrayed then got a second chance with but did nothing about? That he should have gotten a storyline with Bae like the one Wish!Hook got with Alice in season 7? That it makes zero sense for Hook and Bae to have been on that same island for like a hundred years after their falling out only to apparently never cross paths again?

Noooo, not salty about that at all.

Anyway, this is an AU where Hook did find Bae again in Neverland and they ultimately escaped together and everything was lovely and wonderful.

Regret can be crippling. It’s something he learned long ago, before he was working for Pan, before his heart was blackened by revenge, before he was a pirate. He’d learned it when Liam died in his arms: regret that he hadn’t stopped his brother from scratching himself with dreamshade. And he’d learned it when Milah died: regret that he’d gone into that bloody tavern in the first place, allowing the Dark One to catch his scent. But most of all, he’d learned it tonight. The minute he leaned over the railing of the ship to get one last look at Bae before the bag was shoved over the boy’s head, the sick, oily regret had flooded through him. He should have called out. He should have thrown caution to the wind, gathered his crew, and slaughtered every last one of the Lost Boys. He should have tied Bae to the mast and refused to let him go until he made him understand. Should have, should have, should have. Bae was wrong when he said Killian was exactly like Rumplestilskin because of his thirst for revenge. It is not that which binds him to the Crocodile. No, it is that which Killian had always mocked him for: cowardice.

#my fic #ask meme #stonesandswords

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0urswans0ng · 3 years

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cursed!captain swan

basically season 7 if emma was in it

#captain swan #otp #once upon a time #ouat #captain hook #killian jones #emma swan #cs #my au #my edit #emma x hook #hook x emma #season 7 #ouat season 7 #cs au #captain swan au

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gray-autumn-sky · 7 years

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You Can Always Go Home

A season 7 AU in which Henry returns home to Storybrooke with his daughter, Lucy, after the untimely death of his wife, Elena.

For @suckmyrockyroad1, who ages ago requested a Regal Believer fic set in the future with flashbacks to Henry’s childhood.

Regina stands at the center of Henry’s empty bedroom, her arms crossed over her chest and tears in her eyes. When Henry moved away, it was never supposed to be permanent--he way only a few hours away at Boston University, he’d come home for holidays and breaks and, of course, the summer and the four years of college would fly by. When he’d gone away, he always said he’d be back--he said that Storybrooke was his home and he could never imagine being away from his family, especially after fighting so hard to bring them all together.

But then, like with any plan, life chose a different path.

In the first few months of college, he met a girl called Elena. He’d brought her home that Thanksgiving and it’d been more than apparent to everyone, Elena was the girl for Henry. She and Robin had exchanged knowing glances as Henry pulled out her chair at dinner and Hannah giggled as she watched their fingers entwine as Henry gave Elena a tour of the house. By Christmas things between them were serious, and one night when he was home for break, as Regina poured two cups of hot cocoa, Henry confessed to her that he was in love with Elena, and though they were young and hadn’t know each other for that long, he wanted to marry her. Again, that was no surprise--and that summer, there’d been a wedding.

The morning of Henry’s wedding, Regina had stood here--in this same spot in Henry’s room--suddenly very aware that her son had spent his last night in his childhood bedroom. Regardless of whether or not he returned to Storybrooke, he wouldn’t be returning to this his house or this room. He was all grown up, building a family and a life of his own, and she’d been so, so proud of the man her little boy had grown up to be--and that made it easy to push aside any sadness she felt.

But today, Henry was returning home.

And, for his sake, she wished that he wasn’t.

Closing her eyes, she takes a breath, remembering the years he spent in this room. People always told her that Henry’s childhood would be over before she blinked her eyes--and in the day-to-day thick of it, she hadn’t really believed it. After all, for most of Henry’s childhood, she was a single, working mother and she’d done it all on her own. She weathered through colic and tantrums, she changed every diaper and she tempered every fever. She’d stayed up with him when he was sick, abandoning any notion of sleep for herself, and she’d stayed up with him, finishing school projects that he’d neglected to tell her about until the last minute. In the earliest years, she’d gone to bed and awoken the next morning exhausted--and then, almost suddenly, Henry was no longer a baby, and he was no longer a little boy. And she found herself looking back with great nostalgia, wishing that she could do it all again and she could revisit the days when a hug from her could solve all of his problems...

“But, why, mama?” Henry asks, his eyes wide as he looks into his room. “Why?”

Taking a breath, she kneels down in front of him, taking his little hands in hers. “Because, you’ve gotten too big for a crib.”

“But why?”

Her brow furrows a bit as a grin pulls onto her lips, not entirely sure how to answer his question. “Well, you’re a big boy now,” she tells him, watching as he looks skeptically into his room at the twin sized bed with protective rails on the sides. “And you should have a big boy bed.”

Henry took a breath, still very unsure as he eyed the bed and though he seemed so scared of it, she couldn’t help but smile. He was wearing her favorite pair of pajamas--a blue footed pair with orange and white little whales all over them. His hair was probably too long and curled up a bit at his ears, but she loved to stroke her fingers through it--and Henry liked it too. Whenever she did it, he nuzzle closer and look up at her with hooded eyes, looking so sweet and secure--and loved that make him feel that way.

She hoped she always would.

“Come on,” she says, giving his hand a soft tug. “Let’s try it out.”

“I dunno,” he murmurs uneasily as he follows her into the room.

Grinning, she lifts him up onto the bed and crouches down in front of him. Her hand smooths over the blue, patch-work quilt that’d been in his crib--and after watching her for a moment, he starts to do the same, rubbing his little hand over the blanket. “See,” she says. “It’s the same blanket you had before.” A hesitant grin starts to pull at the corner of his mouth as she rises to her feet and rounds the bed, sitting down on the edge opposite Henry. “And look at this,” she says, reaching for a little night light that sits on the new bedside table. “Watch what happens when I turn it on.”

Turning his head, curiously, Henry watches as she flicks a switch at the base of the lamp, and then a sharp gasp escapes him as his grow wide as they move from the little lamp to his walls, watching as glowing stars dance along the wall. “Wow…”

“You like it?” Henry just nods as eyes move with one of the stars, watching as it circles the room. “If you sleep in here tonight, in your new bed, we can leave it on.”

“Oh,” Henry murmurs as his eyes shift to her.

“You’ll have Teddy,” she says, nodding to his favorite stuffed bear--a bear she’d bought at the airport in Boston, only days after adopting him, a bear that had been his best friend ever since. “He’s still here, just like before.”

“Yeah…” He says in a small voice as he tooks to Teddy.

“And…”

“You sleep, too?”

“You want me to sleep here, too?” She asks, watching as his head bobs back and forth. “In your new bed?”

“It’s big,” Henry says, his eyes widening and practically pleading. “Please, mama?” Letting out a breath, she nods--and as soon as she does, a smile stretches across his lips and he scrambles to get underneath the covers. He scoots to the edge, then pats the space beside himself--and she grins, thinking of the countless early mornings, he climbed out of his crib to join her bed, and she peel back the covers, patting the bed as he toddled toward it. “Come, mama.”

With a sigh, she stands up, and for a moment, he looks hurt, watching as she walks to the lightswitch on the wall. Pushing it down, she grins at Henry, quickly making her way back to the bed and slipping in beside him. Before she can even pull the covers up over them, Henry cuddles close to her and sighs contently. “I like my new bed, mama,” he tells her as he tilts his head to look at the stars dancing across his walls.

A tear starying down her cheek brings her back into the present moment. Though she couldn’t be sure, he’d likely have crossed the state border by now and there were things to do--but for the life her, she couldn’t seem to move out of Henry’s room. Downstairs, she could hear Robin talking to Hannah and Roland, asking about Lucy’s new room and if everything’s ready for her, asking about the boxes and whether or not they should unpack for her, to make her room feel more like home. Hannah makes a comment that she doesn’t quite make out, and then she hears footsteps on the stairs.

The boxes had started to arrive the week before--and each time one arrive, it was like a new cut, slicing into her heart. Roland usually was the one the sign for it--not saying anything, only carrying them up stairs and tucking them away into one of the spare bedrooms.

The saddest boxes, though, were the ones that were marked Lucia--Henry and Elena’s seven-year-old daughter. She’d didn’t remember their tiny Boston apartment, and to her, Storybrooke was a place she visited for holidays. Lucy, as she liked to be called, was in the second grade. She liked her teacher and she had a close group of friends; she played soccer and took ballet. Her boxes were filled with her artwork and her stuffed animals, dolls and framed pictures of her and her friends--remnants of a life she was being forced to leave behind.

After graduation, Elena had gotten a job in Seattle, and she, Henry and Lucy had moved across the country. She can still remember the way the tears had stung in her eyes on the day they moved. She, Robin, Roland and Hannah, all drove down to say their goodbyes--and there was something so difficult in accepting that Henry wouldn’t be an hours-long car ride away anymore, that he’d be clear across the country and out of arm’s reach. But she’d put on a smile and held back her tears, kissing his cheek and holding him close as she wished them safe travels.

For awhile, life seemed to be going well, and she was grateful that he allowed her to be a part of it. He called regularly and Lucy liked to write letters, and in those letters, she always included a few snapshots. Sometimes they were just selfies--her just before a dance recital, all done by up make-up and a costume--and other times, they were posed pictures of her and Henry. She included pictures of her school work and scenic shots she took from the bus window on the way to school, and each and every one, Regina treasured because it allowed her to feel like she was a regular part of her granddaughter’s life, and by extension, a regular part of her son’s life.

Then, one night a couple of months before, Henry called. It was later than usual--well after midnight in Storybrooke--and from the moment she picked up, she knew that something was wrong. She never heard Henry’s voice as it was that night--so soft and broken, so lost--and he told her that Elena had died. It’d been a particularly rainy day and the car in front of her had stopped abruptly; she rear-ended it, and the car behind her rear-ended hers. He told her the police said she didn’t suffer, she died instantly. Her neck had snapped from the impact and they’d assured him it had been relatively painless. He’d scoffed as he repeated it, asking her if how that was supposed to be comforting. She hadn’t quite known what to tell him, and the next morning, she’d been on plane headed to Seattle. When she got there, Henry was still at the hospital, sitting alone in a waiting room, his shoulders slumped forward his head hanging down. She’d called his name a handful of times before he finally looked up at her, shaking his head as he asked her a series of impossible to answer questions--and heart broke as his teary, hazel eyes met hers and he asked her how he was supposed to explain any of this to Lucy when he didn’t understand himself.

Regina stands in the hall, watching as Henry pulls books from his shelf--pulling away old favorites like Good Night Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, and stacking them at his side with a pile of once-loved Dr. Seuss books. She feels a knot form in her stomach, tightening as he adds The Very Hungry Caterpillar to the pile, remembering his kindergarten days when Henry deemed it required nightly reading.

She can easily remember him climbing into her lap with the book in one hand and a folded piece of construction paper in the other. He’d gingerly handed her the book and then looked up at her with a telling grin--looking at her the way he always when she excited to share something...

“Did you have a good day at school?” She asked, pretending not to notice.

“I did.”

“What did you do?”

“We had art class,” he told her, very matter-of-factly, as his finger rub on construction paper. “We got to paint!”

“That sounds fun.”

“Uh huh,” he agreed, nodding. “I painted a picture.”

She couldn’t help but grin as her eyes fall to the paper in his hand. “Did you?”

“Wanna see it?”

“Of course I do,” she’d told him, watching as he carefully unfolded the paper and slowly turned it toward her to reveal a caterpillar painted in shades of green with a red face, just like the cover of his favorite book. She grins as she takes it from him, studying it intently as if she’d been given an original Monet. “This is amazing, Henry,” she breathed out, her eyes momentarily shifting from the painting to him just in time to watch a proud little smile tug up at the corners of his mouth. “It’s perfect.”

“I wanted to write The Very Hungry Caterpillar, but…” He sighed. “I didn’t have marker. And I didn’t know how to spell caterpillar. Or hungry.” His brow furrows a bit as he looks up at her. “Or very…”

“Those are all tough words.”

“Mmhmm…”

“Do you… want to write it now?” She asked. “I’m pretty certain I have a black marker in my desk. I could help you spell them.”

Henry’s eyes widened as he nodded. “Will you write it?”

“I can,” she agreed. “But don’t you want to?”

“No,” he grinned. “I want you to do it.”

“Alright,” she said, scooping him up as she stood. “Let’s go find that marker… and maybe tomorrow, we can go and buy a frame for it.” Again, his face brightened at the thought. “We can put in your room, above the bookshelf if…”

“No,” Henry cut in. “Its for you.”

They reached her home office, and she sat him down in her chair as she rummaged through the desk drawer until she finally found the marker. In big letters in the right corner, she wrote The Very Hungry Caterpillar, but instead of giving Eric Carle the by line, she wrote “by Henry Daniel Mills”--a detail that made him beam with pride.

Clearing her throat, she steps into the room, eyeing the pile of books at Henry’s feet. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing,” he murmurs, not looking up as he packs he reaches into the tote bag they’d taken to Storybrooke’s annual tag sale and pulling out a stack of Goosebumps books--books he liked to read on his own, without her. “Just making room for my new books.”

She hadn’t been able to reply to that, she’d only been able to tell him that dinner was almost ready and not to forget to wash his hands, as she reminded herself that this was a natural part of his growing up, and no reason to be upset--and as she made her way back downstairs, the framed picture of The Very Hungry Caterpillar caught her eye and the knot in her stomach tightened and she couldn’t push away the feeling that her little boy was starting to slip away and soon wouldn’t need her.

Regina turns sharply at the sound of a light knock at the frame of the door, and she finds Robin lingering there with soft, sad eyes--looking at her the same way they’d been looking at one another since returning from Elena’s funeral two weeks before.

That day had been such a sad day, and they’d all struggled with what they should say and do, knowing that nothing could make it better for either Henry or Lucy. Lucy had been inconsolable that day, tearing up whenever anyone spoke to her and making sure to keep Henry within her reach. And the whole time, Regina’s eyes stayed fixed on her son, watching as he tried to stay strong for his daughter and watching as he struggled not to break down. After the service, they’d all gone back to Henry’s apartment and once Lucy had finally fallen asleep and it was just him, Regina and Robin, Henry confessed he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to just go back to his daily life--to his job and routines, how he was supposed to be a single parent in city where everywhere he turned, he was reminded of Elena and everything he and his daughter had lost.

Robin had nodded knowingly, confessing he’d felt the same when Marian died--lost and alone, not sure of how he was supposed to muster the courage to get out of bed morning after morning, let alone parent their child. And when Henry asked how he did it--how he found that courage--Robin’s answer had been simple: he relied on his family. Regina held her breath as Robin continued on, suggesting that perhaps, a move back to Storybrooke would be good for him and Lucy. Regina was quick to echo the sentiments, reminding him that he had a family that loved him and would love to help, in any way that he needed.

She’d been surprised, though, when Henry nodded and said that he’d consider it--she hadn’t thought that he would.

A week later, it seemed that fate was intervening when an editing position opened up at the Storybrooke Mirror, and only days after that, Henry’s apartment was sold.

“Roland and Hannah moved Lucy’s boxes into her room,” Robin tells her. “They made her bed up, and Hannah unpacked one of the boxes and put some of her things out, so that it… it looks a bit more like her room when she gets here.”

She sighs and tries to smile. “That was thoughtful…”

“Roland’s downstairs now, making M&M brownies because… they’re Lucy’s favorite.”

“And because he needs something to do.”

“Yeah,” Robin says with a sigh as he pushes into the room. “And I’ve… run out of things to do.” He shifts toward her and takes her hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “How are you holding up?”

At that, she laughs a little--she shouldn’t be the one he’s concerned about now, but when she looks at him, she can’t help but let her emotions get the best of her. The tears that had been brimming spill down her cheeks as she takes a step toward him, letting her head fall to his shoulder. “I wish there was something I could do for him, for Lucy… but…”

“You are doing something, Regina.”

“I wish I could just… undo it. I wish there was some magical fix, that I could somehow make this better for him.” She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “I wish there was something I could have done to protect him from… this.”

“He’ll get through it,” Robin says gently. “It won’t be easy--you and I both know that better than most--but it will get better, with time.”

At that, she scoffs. “Let’s just hope he handles it better than I did.”

A little grin tugs up at the corner of Robin’s mouth and he shakes her head. “Well, Henry has something that you didn’t have. He has a family to love and support him. I know that moving back here isn’t ideal, but it’s the best place for them right now. He has Emma and Killian just a couple of hours away, and his grandparents practically down the street, and two siblings that would love to help out with Lucy, and…” His voice trails off as reached out and tips he her chin up. “And he has you.”

For a moment, her eyes meet his and tries to smile. “It’s just… so unfair,” she breathes out, letting her eyes close momentarily. “This shouldn’t be happening.”

“I know,” he murmurs in reply. “I know, love.”

Lifting her head, she bats the back of her hand over her eyes and looks back to him. “It funny, you know, I’ve spent years wishing and hoping that he’d come back to Storybrooke, and now…”

“You’ve missed him, Regina. We all have.”

She nods. “The last time I talked to him, before the accident, I told him there might be an opening coming up at the Mirror and tried to convince him to apply, just to see what would happen…”

“Regina, you didn’t do this.”

“I know,” she sighs as she breath catches at the back of her throat and tears once again fill her eyes as she thinks of the lifeless tone in Henry voice when told her he’d gotten the job at the Mirror. “It’s just… I never wanted it to be like this and I feel guilty for having wanted any of it.”

Robin nods and pulls her back to him, holding her against him and letting her cry…

She’d been dreading this day since the acceptance letter from Boston University came in the mail, and for weeks, she’d been in denial that the day was coming.

They’d been gradually moving all summer, buying new things for his dorm room and packing up the things he’d be taking from home, and sending them to Emma’s where they’d be kept until the time came for him move into his dorm room. Somehow, in the middle of all of the planning and shopping and shipping, Henry convinced her to allow him to drive to Boston himself--and as he reached for the keys that morning, Regina found herself cursing David for giving him a motorcycle for as gift for his high school graduation.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” She asks as they step out onto the porch. “Because, I’d be more than happy to drive you to Emma’s.”

“It’s in Boston.”

“I know that. It’s… only a few hours away. I could be back by dinner.”

“You wouldn’t be back by dinner because you wouldn’t leave.”

“So, I could stay a few days… help you and Emma and…”

“Mom,” Henry cuts in. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but… I could take some time off, and I could help you move in… take you to dinner and…”

“That’s not going to make saying goodbye any easier, you know.”

Her jaw tightens. “Well, who said anything about saying goodbye?”

Shaking his head, he sighs. “Mom, as much as I love you, I think my roommate would be weirded out if my mother moved in and slept on our futon.”

“Okay,” she murmurs with a nod. “I suppose that’s… a valid point.”

“Besides, this town doesn’t have a very good track record when it comes to handling things on its own. If you leave for even a few days, you’d probably come back to find that Bigfoot was terrorizing Storybrooke or it’d be under seige of Flying Monkeys or locust or…” He laughs. “Something no one’s ever heard of.”

Her eyes narrow. “Why do we live here?”

“Because it’s home,” he answers simply as the reach the driveway. “It’ll always be home.”

“Yeah,” she agrees with a nod as her breath catches in her chest. “It will always be your home, Henry.” A smile stretches onto her lips and she nods, letting out another breath and pushing her tears away, willing herself not to cry in front of him. “You’ll call me tonight, and let me know how that you got to Emma’s safely?.”

“Of course…”

Swallowing hard, she nods and holds out his helmet. “Promise you won’t take this off.”

A sly grin pulls onto his lips. “Not even when I take a shower,” he teases.

With a sigh, her eyes roll as she steps forward and pulls him into a tight hug. She holds onto him for longer than she should and he lets her. His arms tighten around her and when his hands clutch at the back of her shirt, her tears seep out from the sides of her eyes as she thinks of little boy he used to be, the little boy who always wanted her near. Finally, it’s her who pushes back, brushing her fingers over her cheeks and rubbing away the tear tracks before he can see them as she, again, forces herself to smile.

“So, I guess… this is it,” Henry says as he takes a step back toward the bike. “I guess this is goodbye… for now.”

“For now,” she repeats, taking comfort in the thought that Henry will be back for holidays and breaks, that he intends to build his life here. “I’ll miss you,” she says as he gets into the bike and turns the key in the ignition. “And…”

“I love you, too, Mom,” he tells her, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “See you soon,” he tells her as the engine rumbles--and before he’s even down the end of the driveway, the ache in her heart is indescribable.

They’re both still in Henry’s room when Hannah knocks at the door frame, shifting awkwardly on her feet as she looks between them and tells them that Henry and Lucy just pulled into the driveway. Regina lets out a short breath as Hannah turns away from them, leaving them to compose themselves. Regina blinks away her tears and takes a long breath, putting on the mask she’ll have to wear from this point on. Wrapping her hand around Robin’s fingers she leads them both out of the room and down the hall; and when they reach the bottom of the stairs, she can feel warm air coming in from the open front door.

Roland and Hannah are standing on the porch and in the car, she can can see Henry talking to Lucy. Her heart aches as she watches them, and she can only imagine what Henry is saying to the little girl whose life has been completely turned upside down. Lucy get outs of the car first, quickly opening up the back door to grab her a princess-themed duffle bag--something that Regina vaguely remembers was a birthday gift from Snow the year before. She rounds the car as Henry gets out, hoisting a khaki and leather satchel onto his arm as he reaches for her hand. Though, it’s subtle, she notices the way he holds his daughter’s hand--not too tightly to be uncomfortable, but too tightly for her to squirm away, as though he��s trying to hold on to the only thing that remains from the life he’d just left behind.

“Aunt Peanut!” Lucy calls as they approach the porch, and she breaks free from Henry’s hold and runs into the aunt that’s not much older, hugging herself to her legs as she grins and looks up. “Uncle Roland!”

Roland laughs a little as he stoops to pick her up, holding her against his chest as his eyes momentarily shift to his sister. “I know you just got here,” he begins, “But we cannot wait to show you your new room.”

Lucy’s eyes widen a little as she looks between them. “I have my own room?”

“Of course you do,” Hannah says. “We just set up your bed.”

“I hope you like unicorns,” Roland tells her, his eyes meeting Henry’s as he steps up onto the porch, a subtle acknowledgement that the bedset he ordered arrived in time. “Come on, let’s go check it out.”

Hannah and Roland head back into the house, stopping momentarily so that Robin and Regina can offer Lucy a quick, welcoming kiss on the cheek before joining Henry on the porch. Regina watches as he looks up at the house--the house he’d grown up in, the house that had once been his home--and he draws in a long breath, slowly releasing it as he looks back to them.

“How was the drive?” Robin asks as Henry looks to him.

“Oh, you know,” Henry sighs. “There’s nothing that beats seventy-eight hours on the road with a seven-year old.” He tries to joke, but it doesn't come out the way he wanted to--instead slightly sarcastic, he just sounds sad. So, with another sigh, he tries again. “We didn’t hit much traffic or construction, and Lucy got to see some sights along the way. I think it was… a nice distraction for her.”

“That’s good…”

Henry nods. “She’s happy to be here now, though.”

“And how are you?” Regina asks, reaching out and rubbing her hand over his arm. “How are you holding up?”

“Just tired, really,” he tells her. “I haven’t been sleeping much and… well… seventy-eight hours is a long time to be traveling.”

Robin nods. “Are there more bags in the car?”

“Yeah, just a couple,” Henry says. “I can get them when…”

“Nonsense,” Robin cuts in, already stepping down the steps. “I’ll grab them and take them in through the back. You and Lucy can sort through them whenever you’re ready.”

Regina grins a little as Henry nods, looking from Robin to her as he heads toward Henry’s car. “So, how are you, really?”

For a moment, Henry doesn’t respond. Instead, he just stares blankly at her as if he doesn't know how to answer her question--and she realizes that he actually doesn’t. There aren’t words for what he’s feeling now, because aren’t words to describe what you feel when your entire world falls apart, and there aren’t words to describe that seemingly permanent sharp ache at your core, that settles within you. Any attempt to describe it just falls short. “I’m… I’m glad to be home,” he says after a while in a voice that’s barely audible, his eyes brimming with tears as he looks to her, looking so much like the little boy who ran to her when he scraped his knees or fell off his bike.

She feels a rush of emotion--her chest aching with the understanding that she couldn’t fix this with a hug and a couple of fluttering kisses, that this was something completely out of her control. Yet, she feels herself stepping in anyway, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close to her, and when his head falls to her shoulder, she feels warm tears spill down her cheeks and she wishes more than anything that her love could be enough.

#regal believer #regal believer fic #regal believer au #ouat spoilers #kinda #ouat season 7 au #oq ff #outaw queen #hood mills family #ouat fanfiction #ouat au #ouat canon divergent

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abovethemists · 5 years

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Don’t mind me, just thinking again what a missed opportunity it was that Milah wasn’t Captain Hook.

Like imagine Rumple, fueled by rage, murders Killian Jones and chops off Milah’s hand before flitting away. We have Milah left, full of hate for her ex-husband who murdered her lover, maimed her, and also apparently lost their kid down a portal after becoming some evil Dark One who is so far removed from the sweet little man she was married to.

And the Rumple/Hook feud always seemed so one sided. Like obviously Rumple didn’t like Hook, but he also never bothered him until Hook antagonized him first. He wasn’t out there consumed with getting rid of Hook it was just if he was there in his way he’d flick him aside. But if Captain Hook was Milah??? The rage, the pain, the anger, the broken dreams and shattered hopes. He loved her once. And it explains why an all powerful wizard doesn’t just kill a mere mortal. Because she’s his ex-wife and he loved her once. And she’s Bae’s mother. And no matter how she comes at him he can’t bring himself to kill her. And when Bae comes back??? And he finds out his parents have had this blood feud going for centuries?

“You’re my oldest friend”.

It would make a better story is all I’m saying.

#ouat #we deserved milah as captain hook #as much as i love golden hook especially in season 7 #gimme an AU

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icecubelotr44 · 5 years

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Trouble with a Capital ‘T’ (2/3?)

It liiiiiiives! (And by lives, I mean it’s been sitting in my documents for weeks and every time I got home from work, I kept forgetting to post it.)

Still basically just another excuse to whump the Jones brothers, after all.

Chapter One

ao3 | ffn

Chapter Two:

Everything was white. Everything was buzzing. Someone was screaming.

Oh, wait that was him.

Killian sagged sideways, nearly toppling over and letting his head rest on Liam's seat as he tried to catch his breath. Tears stung his eyes and his cheeks, but he couldn't have bitten them back if he tried. It hurt, gods it hurt so much more than it had a few minutes ago. He didn't actually know a body part could hurt that much - and he'd lost a bloody hand, had the stump cauterized, and survived the resultant infection and fever.

He glared at his leg, sure that he'd rather the bloody Crocodile lop it off aga-

His leg was free.

Killian stared for longer than should have been necessary, not quite understanding that he'd been successful. He could feel the blood soaking his pants, could see the jagged end of the bone poking out. But he wasn't trapped any more, and that meant he could get to Liam.

Killian's ribs screamed nearly as loudly as his leg as he slithered backwards over the console, into Liam's seat with his leg propped up on his own seat. Gods, it looked a mess.

It was too much. Killian twisted, finally losing the contents of his stomach onto the ground just outside the car. More tears fell as he gagged and retched until there was nothing left.

Finally spent, Killian clutched at his ribs and rested his head on the steering wheel, breathing in shakily until the agony muted enough to concentrate again.

Liam.

There was nothing for it, he had to get to his brother. So he slid backwards until he could get his left foot into the wheelwell and used it to lever himself out of the car.

He hit his hands and knees, retching again into the snow and nearly collapsing forward into the last of his dinner.

Liam.

Killian bit back the nausea, shook his head to try and clear the stars, and crawled to his brother, heedless of the drops of blood he was leaving behind.

Liam's eyes were closed.

Killian wasn't sure why this surprised him, but it did. "Brother?" He didn't know why he expected a response, something about how Liam had always been there for him (until he wasn't) and how he'd clearly come back from the dead or from another realm or timeline or... had come back to him. For him.

"Brother, please," Killian begged, moving to turn Liam over slowly, carefully, gingerly enough not to exacerbate his injuries any further. He settled Liam's head in his lap, brushing back the damp curls and trying to rid his brother's cheeks of the snow. His skin was pink in some places and frighteningly pale in others, but he was breathing, soft puffs of air that Killian could see in the air above his mouth.

Another tear leaked down Killian’s face and he dashed it away angrily, sniffling it back and trying to get hold of himself.

"Please, Brother, I need you," he begged, almost expecting his brother’s eyes to open at the raw need in his plea. Liam had always… would always be there to help him.

The only thing that answered him was the wind.

Killian let himself wallow for a moment, but only a brief one, determined to save his brother and possibly himself. He couldn't do that if he was just sitting in the snow like a lost little boy who didn't matter to anyone and never would. (He'd seen enough of them in Neverland to last several lifetimes, thanking his stars every time that he'd had Liam growing up when no one else in the world wanted them.)

All right, Jones, that's enough of that now, he thought angrily, boxing up the memories, the emotions, the abandonment, and shoving it to the side.

A shiver worked its way through him, igniting any number of injuries and reminding him that there was still the unknown issue with his shoulder that had been lost in the agony of everything else. No time for that now, he had to get Liam back into the car and then find the damn blankets.

Killian sat Liam up, propping him - slumped nearly on his side - against the front door. Levering himself to his own feet, Killian bit back a cry when he set weight on his injured leg. Pain flared out from the open and jagged fracture, but it held him up.

Barely.

"Liam? Brother, can you hear me?" he asked when he thought he saw Liam move. Nothing happened and Killian put it on the back burner. Carefully, he dragged Liam backwards, knowing that it would be easier to lump him into the backseat than to try and contort him back into the driver's seat. Wrenching open the door nearly made him falter, unintentionally putting more weight on his leg than he'd meant to and clenching the muscles around his ribs.

The worst, he knew, was yet to come.

"All right, Brother, stay with me," he mumbled, looping his arms under Liam's and heaving with a sharp cry.

Killian was shaking with exertion by the time he had Liam nearly upright, but he couldn't stop. Not now. Not when his brother was so limp. With less care than he'd intended, Killian flopped Liam into the seat.

His brother screamed when he landed on his injured arm.

Killian bit back a grimace when Liam's eyes opened to slits and he rolled to try and grasp his wounded arm. Blood started to trickle out around the stake of wood again and Killian slammed the door shut before he could fixate on it. He needed to get to the trunk, get to the gauze and the pressure bandages and the godsdamned blankets. He heard Liam's mumbled question, heard his brot... captain, captain, damnit, call his name - his cursed name - but he couldn't focus on that. If he did... if he did, he'd never get to the trunk.

Was it too much to ask to want his...

Yes, yes it was too much to ask, the risk too high, the threat too real. Gods, he wanted his brother back and awake more than anything, but he couldn't risk it. Even if he had so many questions. Why was Liam here? How was Liam here? Would he stay? Could he forgive Killian for who he'd become? For turning pirate and forsaking the crown that Liam had so willingly followed?

For spending hundreds of years seeking vengeance instead of peace?

Would his brother stay with him now?

Did he still love him?

He stumbled, his leg giving out on him and sending him crashing, face first into the snow.

Bloody, buggering, son of a kraken, he thought violently, shaking the snow off as best as he could and cursing several deities and Mother Nature in the process. The snow was falling thick and fast, the air whipped into a frenzy with the storm. He had to get up, to stand again, to keep moving. It was so tempting to lie there, but no one was coming to save them. It was the Jones brothers against the world, always had been, always would be.

Killian pushed himself to his knees, snarling out his pain instead of screaming like he wanted to. He couldn't… Liam was somewhat conscious in the car and he needed to stay there. The stubborn bastard would come running if Killian screamed.

It took longer than he'd like, but he managed to drag himself up with help from the bumper. Putting weight on his leg came next, nearly sobbing when the snow settled on the jagged edge of the bone and it erupted in fire. Killian gasped out a breath around his ribs, dropping his forehead to the cold window for a moment and just trying to breathe.

Numb fingers reached out, searching until he saw them wrap around the door handle. A moment longer to breathe and gather his strength and he stood tall, his leg protesting vehemently, and yanked open the trunk.

The blankets and medkit were exactly where Liam said they'd be.

Thank the bloody gods something's gone right, he thought wryly, nearly crossing himself in a ghost's memory of his cursed self lest he bring down calamity on them. He threw the blankets over the back of the seat so they wouldn't get damp in the snow and wind, and then made his way around to the passenger's side, hoping beyond hope that he'd be able to get the door open.

Liam's shaggy curls greeted him and Killian breathed out a sigh of relief. He sat on the edge of the seat for a moment, nearly screaming again when he had to put all his weight on his injured leg to get into the car. It took longer than he'd like, but he managed to slide in, to settle Liam's head in his lap, and to shut the door again.

"Why did you call me your brother?"

Killian busied himself with spreading the blankets out over Liam's large frame, inwardly marveling at how so much of his brother managed to fit in so small a space. He tucked the first blanket tightly around his legs, then shook the second one out as best he could and left it loose, prepared to tuck it over his brother's shoulders after he'd taken care of the impalement that was still bleeding sluggishly.

"Detective?"

Killian was sure it was meant to be an order, but it came out breathy and questioning. Liam was weak, he needed help. Killian would have to get him squared away and then try to make it to the road. He'd found one of their cell phones in the snow, tossed in the crash and shattered, and the other had no service and the battery was low.

"I... I wasn't calling for you," he lied, hoping that his brother was too focused on the pressure Killian was putting on his wound to hear the way his voice shook. In a way, he thought, it was true. He wasn’t calling for William Jewell, his captain and boss. He was calling for Liam Jones, his captain and his brother.

But Liam... William shook his head. "I've read your file. You don't have a brother."

"I did," Killian admitted, not trying to hide the grief of being separated from Liam for centuries. He hoped Jewell would read through the lines, read him like an open book as Liam could.

Liam froze. "When did you lose him?" His voice spoke of known loss and Killian thought of the unsolved file in Jewell's desk drawer. That's me, Liam. I'm right here, he thought. But he couldn't... he shouldn't.

"A long time ago. I... I miss him." You, Liam, Killian thought sadly. It's you I miss. But I'd gladly live another three centuries with you not knowing who I am than to risk you to Gothel's new curse.

It didn't matter. None of it would if they couldn't get Liam to help, get him to help. His leg was throbbing, his ribs were screaming, his head was pounding. His right arm was on fire now, the back of his shoulder hot with pain. It felt like torn muscles, only different, somehow more intense. Killian reached up with his prosthetic, but couldn't feel anything - the pain emanated from a point beyond his reach - though the fingers came back sticky with blood.

He ignored it. He had enough to worry about.

Tearing open some of the rolled bandages, Killian went to work stabilizing the branch in Liam's arm and putting enough pressure around the wound to finally stop the bleeding. Liam growled at the pain but allowed Killian to work, watching his every move intently.

"You're hurt," he mumbled, once Killian had tucked the blankets around Liam's shoulders.

Killian just shook his head. "It will keep, we need to worry about you right now."

"I had a brother, too, you know." Liam's eyes closed, the tone of voice one of pain and loss. Killian knew exactly what that was like. "You remind me of him."

"Aye, L-Liam, you've told me. We've looked at the file together, remember?" Killian risked the contact, needing the assurance, and rested his hand on Liam's chest.

"You remind me of him," Liam repeated anyway. "He was my little brother. He followed me everywhere until... until we were separated. I... I miss him, too."

I'm right here, Liam. Bloody hell, I'm right here. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops. He wanted to shout it in Liam's face. He wanted to find Rumplestiltskin's bloody dagger and slide it gracefully between Gothel's ribs while he shouted it in her face, too.

He wanted his brother.

Hell, he'd take on the bloody Darkness, himself, if that's what it took to keep Liam safe.

Shutting his eyes and blowing out a stuttering breath, he calmed himself down. No, he thought. Not even his love for Liam could make him take in the Dark One's curse. He'd never go that far; he couldn't. He couldn't go back down the path he'd followed until Alice had come into his life.

His head dropped back to rest against the seat. He was tired, he was cold, and he hurt. Killian wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and try to escape some of the torment for a bit, but he couldn't risk it. If he fell asleep-

He jerked up, startling a squawk out of Liam. It was full on dark, now, the snow blanketing the car and muting the world, somehow. Air drifted in from the broken window and the shattered windshield, but it seemed warmer in the confined space. He'd fallen asleep. Godsdamnit, he'd fallen asleep and he could have... Liam could have... gods, he couldn't do that again. But he was just so cold and so tired and-

"I'm sorry, little brother," Liam whispered into the darkness.

Killian froze, his breath caught in his chest and what felt like a dagger slicing into his chest. "Li... Liam?" he asked, not daring to hope that his brother remembered everything in the same instant that he was suddenly petrified that his brother had remembered everything.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find you," Liam continued, unaware of Killian's plight. He turned the best that he could, grabbing Killian's hand and looking straight at him. "I'm sorry I was too late. Killian, please, can you forgive me?"

Liam didn't know his real name was Killian... had he woken? Was he in danger?

"Please, little brother, I didn't mean for you to die."

Oh.

"It's... it's all right, Liam," Killian murmured back, not knowing what else to do, what else to say. "I know you wouldn't have left me if you could stay. I know you didn't mean for anything to happen. I was mad at you, for a long time. I was so angry that you'd gone where I couldn't follow and I abandoned everything you taught me. I didn't understand why we had to be apart, why the universe saw fit to separate us. But we're... we're together now, so it's all right. I forgave you long ago, brother."

Liam shook his head, shifting with a bitten back grimace until he could find Killian's prosthetic, tangle his fingers through the stiff joints. "So much happened, and I tried. I tried to stay with you, to fight to stay with you. But we couldn't... I couldn't make my way back to you. I was weak, little brother, and I couldn't figure out my way back to you until it was too late. You were gone where I couldn't follow. I miss you, Killian. I miss you and I still wish you were here with me. You must have felt so alone and I... I just... I couldn't find you. Not until it was too late."

Killian shuddered, the memories - the grief - he'd long since buried coming to light in his brother's words. He didn't know what was going on - didn't really understand what side of Liam he was seeing, but it didn't matter. His brother needed him and he'd be damned if he was going to fail Liam again.

"It's not too late, Liam. You found me. Aye, it took longer than either of us would have liked, but we're together now, just us against the world."

And it was, would always be the brothers Jones on their quest for good form and glory and, most of all, a happy bloody ending for the two of them. Together.

Even if he had to slay a witch to do it.

"The brothers Jewell," Liam avowed.

Aye, close enough for now, Killian thought, shifting with a wince as he shivered.

“Rogers?” Liam asked some time later, his eyes more clear and staring - almost accusingly - at Killian. “What’s wrong?”

The emotional whiplash Liam was putting him through was more than enough, but Killian couldn’t exactly tell him that. It stung more than he’d like to admit to hear his cursed name falling from his brother’s lips.

“Rogers,” his brother ordered, a tone of voice that Killian had followed for years and then dreamt about for centuries. A tone of voice that he’d never fail to respond to.

“We need to get out of here,” he allowed, not quite a lie, but not what was really wrong, either.

Liam nodded, but frowned. “I don’t think I can make it too far; everything’s a little fuzzy.”

Killian shuddered. Hearing his brother admit weakness was… well, it wasn’t something he’d ever be prepared for. “That’s all right, Liam. I can… you can stay here and I’ll try to get help. I just need…”

Need what, Jones? A minute to gather your strength, an hour to hope that you’ll make it more than ten feet outside the door on this bloody leg? You’re not going to make it any further than Liam would.

But Liam was fading again, his eyes glossing over and the shivering starting to worsen. “Please don’t leave me, little brother,” he begged, lost to the delusion once more.

Killian bit back the tears at the sheer desperation in Liam’s voice.

“Please. Please, Killian, I need you with me. Please don’t… I’m sorry I lost you. Please don’t go!” Liam shifted in the cramped backseat, the blankets falling away from where Killian had tucked them carefully, and knotted his fingers in Killian’s shirt. “Please!”

Killian reached out to snag the warm blankets, tucking them back in carefully before he wrapped his fingers around Liam’s. “I’ll not leave you again, brother,” he murmured, ignoring the pervasive cold that started to wrap around him.

Liam’s hand was trembling just slightly in his - whether from the cold, the pain, or the sheer depth of relief that Killian saw echoed in his face - and his fingers refused to give up the treasure of Killian’s shirt. He dropped his head back against the seat, grimacing when sparks danced in his vision. Gods, he just wanted to start this day over with, get his brother somewhere warm and safe and leave him there.

Killian’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around Liam’s. No, he thought wildly. He’d never wanted to be parted from his brother. Not ever again.

Squeezing his eyes shut against the pain that crested every time he tensed, Killian never noticed when it took him under completely.

Rogers's hand went limp around Liam's fingers and a bolt of fear shot through him. He didn't understand the feeling, not really. He hadn't felt that in years. Not since he'd lost Killian in that bloody back alley, since he had come across his little brother - shot and bleeding out - no. No, wait, that wasn't right. Rogers had been shot in that alley. Liam hadn't been there when Killian died, too busy chasing his goddamned tail across the city looking for a lead on his brother's whereabouts, looking for the right case to improve his standing on the force so he could open enough doors to get to Killian.

Not knowing that all the while, Killian had been right in the city, under his nose, needing him desperately. And Liam wasn't there. Wasn't there for the only thing in the world that their mother could leave him, for the only person who relied on him (and who Liam relied on when their father had split). Wasn't there when his little brother was gasping out his last breaths, likely wondering why his big brother wasn't there to keep him safe.

No, Liam had failed Killian, but he'd be damned if he would do such a piss poor job of keeping Rogers safe. He'd almost lost the man once, and the stab of regret that accompanied that memory just made him all the more determined to see Rogers safely to a hospital. Rogers obviously needed someone to look out for him and Liam... well Liam would be lying if he said that he didn't need the feeling back that came with successfully looking after someone who looked up to him. They weren’t brothers, not by blood anyway, but they were tied together by far more than that. The bonds of fellowship and the thin blue line and everything the proverbial 'they' talked about were more than just lip service. Those things meant something, and it was more than enough to draw he and Rogers close.

Slowly, painfully biting back a groan that nearly turned into a whimper when he jostled his arm, Liam forced himself to sit up. Stars popped in his vision and it felt as though the SUV lurched nauseatingly around him as he tried to gulp in air and stay sitting upright. He had to let go of Kil- Rogers's shirt, throwing his hands out to the seat below him as if the entire vessel... vessel? it's a bloody car, you idiot... were rocking on a storm-tossed sea.

Liam wasn't even going to try and justify where his thoughts were floating off to.

Rogers didn't move.

Liam got his first good look at the detective then, cursing loudly through the blanketed silence in the car. He was bloody well going to murder the idiot. Rogers was nearly as pale as a ghost, his white complexion blending into the snow covering the window behind him. Even unconscious, he was shivering, goosebumps covering the exposed flesh that Liam could see.

He cursed again - a nonsensical string of words about a kraken and a demon-child spawning a creature that had more bloody sense than Rogers did. The blankets slipped from Liam's shoulder as he reached subconsciously out to touch Rogers’s cheek and started swearing once more.

Rogers was freezing and it was only then that Liam realized - his bloody stubborn and idiotic br- subordinate hadn't taken a goddamned blanket for himself.

Muttering angrily to himself, Liam struggled to separate the two layers of woolen blankets that were wrapped tightly around his too-tall-in-too-small-a-space frame. No good, dumbass, idiotic, son of a- Liam bit off the curse when the blankets finally came free.

"Didn't I teach you anything about self-preservation, you bloody git? Never, never make yourself a victim because nobody is going to look out for you if you're not where I can..." he trailed off, beginning to shake - and not from the cold.

Rogers.

Killian.

Killian!

Rogers - shot and bleeding out in an alley. But no, not Rogers. That hadn’t happened. Or... rather, it had, but that wasn't the start of their story. No. No, there was so much more than that.

Abandoned by their father, sold into slavery, breaking free of the hold of Silver and the rum that had taken Killian by storm, the Navy. Freedom in war, in rising through the ranks of their own station.

Killian, whole and safe and holding him on that bloody, godsforsaken island after he’d made the stupid, self-sacrificial mistake of trusting someone who wasn't his little brother.

Gods, he had a little brother, still.

Killian, shaking with relief when Liam had woken, tears in his eyes and trembling fingers that had clutched at the lapels of his uniform, berating Liam’s stubbornness and his lack of self-preservation on that godsforsaken island in the name of good bloody form.

Killian, screaming again - this time for anyone to help him as Liam had collapsed, the poison returning with a vengeance just as they'd made plans to do the honorable thing and report the King's treachery to the Admiralty.

Killian - the last thing Liam had heard before waking up in Hades' bloody clutches - screaming out his grief as Liam had failed him so utterly, leaving him with no one to protect him in their cold, cruel realm of existence.

Hades, quickly restoring him to life before his body could decay, only to hand him over to the bloody demon child Killian had thought was his salvation - a slave once more to Neverland and its ruler - in exchange for information that never had made sense to Liam. After all, how could a child have a full grown son whom Hades feared?

Decades of servitude to bloody Pan and his shadow, always a half step from salvation if he could just get free long enough to barter passage from Pan's nemesis - Captain Hook. Liam would gladly take to piracy if it meant freedom to leave Neverland, to find out what had become of his little brother all those years ago.

All Liam had wanted back then was to find some record of Killian's passing - to know if his little brother had ever been truly free.

But now?

Now, Liam was sitting in a bloody contraption of a vehicle next to the little brother he'd thought must have passed on centuries ago. He didn't know how or why, but he didn't rightly care, either. Killian, his Killian, was here - alive (okay, barely because his little brother was still a bloody idiot, apparently) and he was going to gods-be-damned stay that way. Liam wrapped the blanket tightly around Killian now, terrified that he was too late.

Again.

Always too late, always leaving his brother, but this time - this time - maybe Killian was going to leave him.

No!

Liam gripped his little brother's shoulders, stomping on the cursed memories that brought forth images of another little brother, this one cold and dead on a slab in the morgue. He no longer recognized the face, but felt the grief of loss all the same. He couldn't quite shake the feeling of losing his little brother, even when the only little brother he'd ever known was right here, inexplicably beside him, breathing and shivering.

Liam shook Killian. Hard.

"Kil-" Liam cut himself off. Rogers would think he'd lost his godsdamned mind if he woke up to his Captain calling him by a strange name - by the name of his dead little brother. He couldn't risk it. He needed Rogers to trust him.

He needed it more than he needed explanations, more than he needed to see the recognition in his little brother's eyes, more than he needed the air in his lungs and the scant warmth of the blanket pooled in his lap.

But Killian didn't respond anyway. Didn't wake up and look at him, didn't cock one bloody eyebrow and smirk as he'd done ever since they were boys playing at pirates outside their seaside cottage, play-acting for their mother.

No, Killian remained cold and frighteningly still and unconscious and Liam had never felt so lost in his whole bloody life. He couldn't lose his little brother. Not now, not before he'd even really gotten him back.

Gods, if he lost Killian now...

Grief crashed down on Liam's shoulders with enough force to buckle his spine. He slumped forward, tugging his little brother close and taking advantage of his unconsciousness for only a moment, tucking Killian's head beneath his chin and hugging him as tightly as he could manage. He just needed a moment to gather his resolve, to reassure himself that Killian was truly alive, that Liam hadn't yet failed his-

His hands were sticky.

What the bloody... oh gods, blood.

"Son of a godsdamned kraken, Killian Jones!" Liam spat as he tugged Killian further forward, hiking his brother's jacket up his back to see the shirt beneath nearly saturated with blood. Shaking, Liam reached up to find the rend in the leather and tore it further, exposing the jagged laceration that was nearly as long as his hand. Killian must have been cut by the glass of the broken passenger side window during the crash.

"Bloody hell, you stubborn, self-sacrificial..." he trailed off into Gaelic, a language he hadn't spoken in centuries - not since he'd been lost to Killian and washed up on the bloody shores of Neverland, alone and lost.

"Mac kraken agus an scáth fuilteach sin," Liam muttered again, throwing in an insult to Pan's bloody shadow while he was at it. Killian stirred when Liam reached for the first aid kit, digging haphazardly through until he could find something suitable - an abdominal combine pad as it turned out - and mashed it with all the strength he had against the gash on his little brother's back.

Killian writhed weakly, trying to turn away, but Liam persisted. "Serves you right, you moron," he seethed and pressed harder.

That tore a little whimper from Killian's lips that struck Liam right in the heart.

"I know, little brother, I'm sorry," he whispered, laying Killian back against the seat and using his own weight as pressure against the wound. Liam covered him with both blankets, tucking the ends under Killian's shoulders to keep them secure. "Don't worry, I'm going to get us out of this mess."

Liam turned then, intent on getting out of the car and searching for the road, when the whole world seemed to tilt and whirl around him. "Bloody hell," he managed, gripping his hair with one hand and the backseat with the other.

It didn't help.

His arm throbbed, his head was pounding, the world was spinning. None of it should have mattered because Killian was bleeding and only somewhat conscious in the seat next to him. Gasping, moaning a little in spite of himself, Liam tried to scrabble for the door handle, needing to get out, get to the road, get help.

He had barely managed to lock his fingers on the handle when his battle of wills with his stomach came to an abrupt and violent end. Liam nearly blacked out, his head coming to rest on the driver's seat as he forced the stars popping in his vision to not send him back to the calm of unconsciousness.

Killian needed him.

"Looks like you two could use some help," a chipper voice startled Liam badly, making his head shoot up in search of the newest threat and causing the world to tilt dangerously around him again.

"Who the bloody hell are you?"

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Chapter 152: Hyperion Heights

Storybrooke

2018

"Henry Daniel Nolan," the Principal of Storybrooke High School announced, as eighteen-year-old Henry made his way across the stage at commencement. Upon the announcement of his name, his family cheered loudly and at a slightly embarrassing octave. His cheeks colored, as he shook hands with the Principal and received his diploma. Following commencement, there was a big celebration at Granny's, with all his family and friends in attendance. If there was one thing he knew, his grandparents would go all out when it came to celebrating the accomplishments of their children and grandchildren. And he proved to be no exception.

That evening, they finally came out of Granny's after an afternoon of celebrating.

"We're so proud of you, kid," Emma gushed, as she hugged him again and Neal patted his shoulder.

"Yeah and don't worry if you don't know what's next for you. There's plenty of time to figure all of that out," Neal added.

"And in the meantime, we think we have something to help fill the void," David added, as he walked over to something that was covered by a tarp.

"What is this?" Henry asked, as David and Neal pulled the tarp off, revealing a motorcycle. Henry's mouth dropped open.

"You got me a motorcycle?!" he exclaimed. Neal chuckled.

"Sure did...obviously it needs some work," he added.

"Yeah, we thought about just getting you a new one, but we thought that this might be a nice summer project for the three of us to do together," David added.

"This is awesome!" Henry exclaimed, as he hugged them both.

"Can I help too?" eleven-year-old Summer asked excitedly, as he looked up at her father. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course, peanut," he agreed, as his wife sided up to him and he put his arm around her.

"I still can't believe I let all of you talk me into letting Henry have a motorcycle," Snow mentioned nervously. He smirked and kissed her hair.

"Well, I was pretty convincing," he whispered to her and wriggled his eyebrows playfully. She grinned and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Well...he is happy," she mentioned. He nodded.

"He'll be fine," David assured.

~*~

A few months later

Henry turned the wrench, making the final adjustment on his bike.

"There…I think that's going to do it," he said, as Neal and Emma looked on.

"Okay...fire it up," Neal replied. Henry got on and the engine started right up. The bike was completely restored, complete with a fresh coat of paint.

"It works…" he said, grinning at them, before killing the engine.

"Yeah...so any decisions on the college front?" Emma asked. Henry looked at them.

"That's actually kind of what I wanted to talk to you both about," he replied. They exchanged a glance.

"Sounds serious," Neal said, as they sat down together.

"I know we went on a few college visits and that we have Storybrooke University here...but I'm not sure that any of that is the right path for me," Henry replied.

"I'm sure any of those writing courses would be great...but let's face it. I'm the author and I've penned all these stories over the years," he continued.

"Yeah, and you're a great writer, buddy," Neal said.

"He's right," Emma agreed.

"I know...but I'm not really in it. I don't really have a story," he replied.

"Sure you do...you're in the book," Emma reminded.

"Yeah, I'm in it as the grandson of Snow White and Prince Charming...the truest love in all the realms. I'm in it, because I'm the son of the Savior and son of the son of the Dark One," he retorted.

"I'm in it, because I have the heart of the truest believer and I'm the author...but that's it. And I guess I'm looking for more. Is that wrong?" he asked.

"Of course not...I get it. You want to leave home to find your own path," Neal replied. Emma nodded.

"As much as it breaks my heart, I get it too," she agreed, as she hugged him.

"So...you're going to travel the country? Maybe the world? I've got some spots you should visit," Neal stated.

"Yeah...not this world exactly. I mean...I'm the author and something tells me that my story isn't out there in the Land Without Magic," Henry replied.

"You want to travel the realms," Emma realized.

"Think about it, Mom. The only reason that I recorded Rose Red and Fandral's story in the book was because they came here. Think about how many other people there are out there waiting for someone to record their stories. And maybe while I'm doing that...I'll find mine," he said. She sighed and swiped a tear away.

"Oh, I'm gonna miss, kid. But I know you have to do this," she agreed.

"I'll miss you too and it won't be forever. Tiny has so many beans now that traveling the realms isn't hard at all anymore," Henry reminded.

"Yeah...it's a really good crop," Neal said, eyeing him suspiciously.

"The author wouldn't have anything to do with such an unusually big crop, would he?" he teased. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Come on Dad...you know that would be against the rules. But Tiny does get plenty of magical Phoenix fertilizer from Leo at the reserve, so that might have something to do with it," he replied. Emma wrinkled her nose.

"Ew...I didn't need to know that," she complained, as they laughed.

"Well...I guess we should break the news to everyone and you should get packed," Neal said, as he patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I better go tell your Grams so she can go crazy with some outlandish going away party," Emma joked.

"Can't you reign her in a little? My graduation party was insane," he complained. Emma laughed.

"You know your Grams...in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she throws a town ball like she did when I graduated," she joked.

"Please don't give her any ideas," Henry pleaded, as his parents chuckled. He sighed.

"Can you at least make sure she doesn't line the walls of Town Hall with gigantic blown up baby pictures of me like she did at my open house?" he asked. They snickered.

"I'm still scarred by the bathtub pics," he complained.

"Hey, she did it to all of us, so if you think you're an exception...think again, kid," Emma replied. He sighed and shook his head, as they went inside.

~*~

A few days later, Henry was packed and readying his bike, as his entire family was there to see him off. His grandmother was already crying in his grandfather's arms and he went to hug them.

"It's okay Grams...I promise I won't be gone forever," he said. Snow sniffed.

"I know...but you know me, I have a really hard time when one of my babies or grand babies leaves the nest," she sniffed.

"A bird metaphor? Really?" Regina teased, as she hugged him too.

"Good luck," she said.

"Thanks Aunt Regina," he replied, as he hugged Snow and David again.

"Thanks again for the going away party. It was great," he said.

"See Charming...it wasn't too much," she chided.

"You were right...a carnival wasn't too much," he replied, as he and his grandson shared an amused look. Henry then hugged his parents, as well as Tink and Hook as well. Then Rumple and Belle. Then came time to say goodbye to all his uncles and aunts. Once that was done, he mounted his motorcycle and tossed the bean in front of him. A vertical portal appeared and with a wave to his family, Henry Nolan set off on his new adventure to a new land…

~*~

Seattle

Hyperion Heights

The past - September 2018

David pulled up to the building in his old truck. The old red truck had seen better days for sure, but it sufficed to get him and his daughter around, especially since he spent much of his time on the job driving his work sedan. Bobby hopped out of the passenger side and came around to the other side, before looking up at David. This old red truck brought memories back of his dad's old brown truck back home. It was good to know that some things didn't change.

"This place doesn't look so bad," David said encouragingly.

"That's because most people only see the outside, so Dr. Samdi makes sure it looks really nice so everyone thinks his patients are taken care of," Bobby replied.

"I take it you're not a fan of the care he gives your mother," David said.

"If you can even call it care. I told you, she's locked up all the time and the orderlies force pills down her. She has bruises on her arms where they hold her down," Bobby told him, with tears in his eyes. David instantly felt the instinct to put his hand on the boy's shoulder and followed that feeling.

"Okay...let's go help you Mom," he agreed in a softer tone, as they strode into the building.

The reception area was dark, given that it was technically after hours and David followed Bobby, who seemed to know exactly where he was going. They traveled through the labyrinth of stark, white corridors and eventually rounded the final corner. That's when they heard screaming coming from one of the rooms.

"That's my Mom!" he cried, as he hurried to her room and David picked up the pace to follow.

~*~

She sat in her tiny room on the bed, legs curled up against her chest, as she gazed out at the same dreary landscape that she had for the past two long, horrible years. Another curse plagued them, but this one was perhaps the worst one of all, at least for her since she was aware of it part of the time.

Her curse this time was having two lives in her head and two identities. Part of the time, she was timid former school teacher, Mary Blanchard, who sadly was institutionalized when she became disillusioned with reality and her mind split into two personalities. At least, that's what her file said. Dissociative Identity Disorder is what they officially called it. And her alter was none other than Snow White.

But the reality was that she didn't actually have D.I.D at all. She had a real identity and a curse identity. She had a feeling that this is not what they had actually intended for her under the curse. She wasn't supposed to remember at all, but somehow she did. And when they discovered this, she had been snatched up and locked away to prevent her from finding her family and unraveling the curse.

But they also hadn't intended for Bobby to remain with her either. Clayton had to manipulate hers and Bobby's records to claim to be her brother and thus wrestled custody of her son away when she was committed.

She didn't know where the rest of her family was and she almost relished the days where she was Mary. Her existence was miserable, but at least as Mary, she didn't remember anything except her son. Because when she was Snow, like now, she remembered it all and everything that had been stolen from her once again. She cried through the nights for Charming, begging and pleading with the powers that be to let him hear her. But it was no use. There was no magic here and it was likely that he had no memory of her, which further broke her already shattered heart.

She hated that Clayton had Bobby, but at least she knew he was relatively unharmed. She had no idea about her other four children and that was perhaps the worst part of all. She had no idea if they or her husband were okay. And if they were physically okay, she had no idea what kind of lives they were living. Were they sad? Were they with people they shouldn't be? Had her husband been cursed to be with someone else? She shuddered at that. She wasn't sure how much else her heart could handle and every day seemed as hopeless as the last.

As her cell door opened, fear gripped her again, as it did every night. The two orderlies that worked for Facilier's grandson entered with her meds. The meds would cloud her head and give her terrifying nightmares, as they usually did. She would fight them, but they likely would win and she'd been in for another bout of night terrors in which the horrors of her past plagued her. And Charming could not rescue her from these, for they had been successfully separated again. It made her heart ache so badly that she almost wished someone would just rip it out of her chest and end her misery. But then she knew that she didn't actually want that, for Bobby kept her going. Clayton tried to keep a firm hand on his whereabouts, but he was busy with his museum full of the priceless things he loved and her son was very good at sneaking in to see her.

"Well Princess...it's time again for our nightly battle," Horace said.

"Then I hope you're ready for the fight," Snow replied and then yelped, as he roughly grabbed her arm. She struggled, as he pinched her cheeks by grabbing her face.

"If you bite me again tonight...I'm afraid I'll have to get really rough. I'll make that split lip I gave you last week seem like a tickle," he growled, as Jasper handed the pills to him.

"Hold her Jasper," he ordered. Snow screamed, as the portly man threw all his weight into her and pinned her against the wall. He forced the pills into her mouth and she spit them out, only to earn her a backhand across the face.

"Damn you…" Horace growled, as he put his hand around her neck and she gasped for air. His smile was sadistic, as he watched her try to breathe and her lungs burned for air.

"Mom!" Bobby cried, as he saw what the two men were doing to her. David's eyes widened, as he saw it too.

"HEY!" he called and without thinking, he peeled the skinny man away from her. She gasped for air, as Bobby hugged her around the waist and she sat down, before pulling him into a crushing hug.

"I did it, Mom...I found him…" he said, as he looked at her. Snow could barely breathe again, but this time, it was not because she was being choked. It was because the man that owned her heart and soul was here and currently handcuffing her assailants. She stared at his profile, her breathing now coming in ragged gasps. He still took her breath away; that certainly had not changed and never would. Her heart felt lighter in her chest and she knew that was because the other half of it was once again the same room.

"Does he…" Snow uttered.

"Not yet...but he will," Bobby insisted, his voice full of faith; the same faith that his father had always had an abundance of.

"You're under arrest for assault," David said, as he looked at the woman and her child. His breath caught, as she looked at him with the most mesmerizing green eyes he swore he had ever seen. He was purely captivated by her in a way he was sure he never had been and that stunned him. He had barely looked at any women since Iris' mother...died.

"What is going on in here?" Dr. Franklin Samdi exclaimed, as he rushed into the room. Mary clutched her son close, as David flashed his badge.

"Detective Nolan...these two are under arrest for assault," he replied.

"Detective...this is not necessary. I assure you that my orderlies were only doing their jobs," Franklin refuted.

"Their jobs? Because if their jobs include abusing a woman, then I'm going to have to arrest you too, doctor," David growled.

"Miss Blanchard is a very difficult patient. If they have to get rough with her, it's only because she is very unruly about taking her mandated meds," the doctor replied.

"I don't care how difficult she is...a man should never put his hands on a woman like that and I'm going to make sure these charges stick," David said, as another officer in uniform arrived, having been called.

"Good...you're here. Take these two down to the precinct, Officer?" David questioned.

"Officer Rogers, sir," he answered in an accented voice.

"Rogers...I'm going to escort the witnesses to the station. I'll meet you there," he said. Rogers nodded and escorted the assailants out.

"Detective...I must protest. Miss Blanchard is a very disturbed woman. She can't be let out," Franklin protested.

"The law supersedes your protest, doctor. She's the victim of a crime; a crime which happened in your hospital. Expect a full investigation when Captain Weaver gets wind of this," David said, as he turned to the woman.

"Mary, is it?" he asked. She stared up at him and then swallowed thickly.

"Yes…" she answered.

"I'm going to take you down to the station. You need to make a statement about what happened here tonight," he told her. She nodded and stood up, as her son helped her. But she felt woozy and her head hurt, so it was no surprise when she stumbled. Fortunately, his reflexes were quick as ever and he caught her in his arms. They stared at each other, utterly captivated, as he helped her back to her feet.

"I'm sorry…" she finally said.

"Don't be…" he responded, as he led her out. Bobby smiled smugly at Dr. Facilier and followed them. Franklin looked livid and quickly took out his phone.

"It's me...we have a serious problem," he hissed into the phone.

~*~

Henry pulled up to Mr. Clucks in Hyperion Heights.

"Well...here we are," Henry said, as he killed the engine and they got out. Henry followed Lucy into the restaurant and looked around. Lucy went to the counter, but before she could ask one of the other employees where her mother was, they heard yelling.

"I've had it, Jacinda. First you're late...and now you want to leave early?" a portly man questioned, as he burst out from the back room.

"Please...my roommate just told me that my daughter is…" Jacinda started to beg, but then saw her standing there in the restaurant.

"Lucy!" she cried, as she scooped her into a hug.

"This ain't the place for your little family reunion. Get back to work or don't bother coming back!" the boss said testily, as he went into the back room.

"Lucy...I've been worried sick since your Aunt Sabine told me you sneaked out," Jacinda cried.

"I'm sorry Mom...but I had to. I found my Dad," Lucy said. Jacinda stared at her and then looked up at the man with her.

"Uh...I'm really not sure why she thinks that, but I thought the least I could do was make sure she got home okay," Henry stammered. Jacinda sighed.

"Thank you...that was kind of you. Lucy has a...very vivid imagination," she said, looking slightly mortified. He smiled kindly.

"It's okay...there's nothing wrong with that. I had a pretty good imagination too when I was her age. I hope she holds onto that...longer than I did," he replied, as she smiled too, before turning to her daughter.

"I'm calling your Aunt Sabine to come and get you. Hopefully, if we're lucky, your grandmother won't find out about any of this," Jacinda said, as she took her phone out of her pocket.

"Oh, she already knows and you can put your phone away. Lucy will be coming home with me," another voice said. Jacinda looked up to find her step-sister there.

"Ivy…" she uttered.

"Mother is, well to be blunt, pissed. She's tired of your irresponsibility and it's quite obvious that you can't handle Lucy," Ivy stated.

"Hey...take it easy," Henry chimed in, not even sure why he was getting defensive. Her eyes flicked to him.

"And you are?" she asked.

"Henry Mills...I brought Lucy back. She wasn't in any danger," he replied. Ivy snorted derisively.

"Right...she wandered off into Seattle alone one a bus and then was in a stranger's car. That screams of harmless," she replied sarcastically.

"He's not a stranger! He's my Dad! And I wasn't alone on the bus! I was with my...friend Bobby," Lucy interjected. She was reluctant to call Bobby by his true title, for he was around the same age, thanks to the fact that time passed so slowly in Storybrooke. So telling them that Bobby was actually her great Uncle sounded crazy even to her, for their relationship was much more like cousins.

"Really...you're the drunken one night stand that Jacinda had ten years ago?" Ivy questioned derisively.

"No...he's not," Jacinda chimed in, as she took Lucy's hand.

"Please...just let me take her home. This whole thing is just a big misunderstanding," she pleaded.

"Sorry...but Mother has ordered that she come home with me. She'll be filing a motion with a Judge in the morning on custody. And I'm sure they'll be some kind of investigation to prove what we already know. You're an unfit parent," Ivy replied.

"I am not unfit...please don't do this, Ivy. You know what she's like," Jacinda pleaded. The other young woman looked at her and she thought she saw a brief flash of sympathy in Ivy's brown eyes.

"I do...but when she's focused on you and all your problems, that means she's leaving me alone," Ivy replied, as she took Lucy's hand. The girl looked devastated and her eyes never left her parents, as Ivy led her out to her car.

"I'm so sorry…" Henry offered. Jacinda nodded.

"Thanks, but this isn't your problem. Thank you for bringing her back," she said again.

"It was no trouble," he insisted.

"Jacinda...get back to work!" the boss called from the back room and she winced.

"I have to go," she said, as she returned to the back room, leaving Henry alone.

He left the restaurant and got into his car, sighing, as he thought about everything that had happened. He glanced over to the floorboard of the passenger seat and instantly noticed that something was missing. His bag with his laptop was gone. He looked all over the car and then realized what had probably happened. Instead of being angry, he found himself shaking his head in amusement.

"That little sneak," he muttered, as his phone chimed and he read the text. It was from a number he didn't recognize, but somehow he knew it was Lucy.

"If you want your laptop back...meet me at Roni's bar tomorrow after school in Hyperion Heights," Henry read from his phone. He shook his head and found he wasn't really all that upset, especially if seeing Lucy again meant also seeing Jacinda as well.

~*~

Storybrooke

2021

A portal opened and deposited a young blonde haired girl in her teens upon the pavement. She looked around in bewilderment and started walking along the street. Few people paid her much mind. It wasn't like portals were an uncommon thing in Storybrooke now.

"Excuse me...can someone help me, please?" she called. But people just kept going about their business and she kept walking, until she saw a building with a star on the door. Henry told her about this building and that his mother and grandfather could often be found there.

"Can someone please help me? Henry Nolan sent me for help," she called. The three shorter men that were loitering around a very strange looking carriage eyed her suspiciously.

"How do you know Henry?" the one with a beard asked.

"I'm a friend and he sent me here. He told me to find his grandparents, Snow White and Prince Charming. And his mother...the Savior," she replied.

"Or so you say…" Leroy said suspiciously.

"Yeah...maybe you're really a spy," Sleepy said, as he yawned.

"She doesn't really look like a spy," Happy chided.

"That's why it's perfect," Sleepy argued.

"Can it, morons...what's your name, girl?" Leroy questioned.

"Alice…" she replied. Happy snorted.

"From Wonderland?" he joked. She looked offended.

"And other places!" she corrected hotly.

"You know I've been to all kinds of places, but one little trip to Wonderland and suddenly that's all I'm known for," she complained.

"Shut it...look if you want to see Charming, then you need to come inside and answer a few more questions. Too many nut jobs have come here looking for Snow and Charming, so we need to make sure you're on the level," Leroy said.

"We appreciate that, Leroy, but that won't be necessary," David interjected, as Alice looked passed the shorter man to see an attractive couple there, holding hands. Behind them was another attractive couple as well and her breath caught in her throat. Could it be?

"Papa?" she asked, looking at Hook. The former pirate and now deputy's eyes widened and he looked utterly flabbergasted.

"It is you! It is you, papa...she said you were dead!" Alice cried, as she started toward him. But unfortunately, that was when Hook suddenly felt a pain in his chest and he collapsed in agony.

"Killian!" Emma cried, as she knelt beside him. Alice started to cry, as she backed away.

"Oh no...your heart is still poisoned and now you don't even remember me," she sobbed.

"Hey...it's okay, it's okay…" Snow said gently, as she managed to get the girl to allow her to hug her.

"Take deep breaths and maybe start at the beginning," Snow urged.

"My name is Alice and he's my Papa. The evil witch that is my mother poisoned his heart, so he had to leave me or he would die. Then when I finally escaped the tower she imprisoned me in, I couldn't find him. She told me he was dead, but I should have known she was lying," Alice cried.

"I should have known she'd do worse than that. He doesn't even remember me," she sobbed.

"It's okay...fortunately, around here, we know quite a bit about stolen memories and I know someone that might be able to help restore those memories," Snow said. Alice looked at her in confusion.

"You'll help me?" she asked.

"Of course we will," Snow replied.

"But you don't even know me," Alice argued. Snow shared a smile with her husband and daughter.

"Your a friend of Henry's, so that makes you a friend of ours," David replied.

"He's right," Snow agreed, as she took out her phone.

"Regina...we have a bit of a situation. Can you come down to the station?" Snow asked and there was a puff of purple smoke, as the other woman appeared, before Snow could even hang up.

"What's going on?" she asked, as she saw the state Hook was in.

"Sounds like a poisoned heart and stolen memories," Snow said.

"So you called the dark magic expert," Regina replied, with a coy smile.

"Okay...let's get the hand-less wonder into the station and see what we're dealing with," Regina agreed.

"Can I just say that this whole thing reeks of trouble?" Leroy asked.

"Easy Leroy, I need you and Happy to take my afternoon patrol. I'm sure this will all be cleared up by the end of the day," David replied.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, handsome. Come on boys," Leroy said gruffly, as they left to run patrol, while the others dealt with this new crisis.

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