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Thu, 20 Jun 2013 14:21:02 +0200

Thank you so much! Your Regina and Snow story was lovely. Just the type I was hoping for. Nuanced characters are so much more fun than two-dimensional. :)

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0200

You’re welcome, anon! Glad it was what you were after. And yeah, I agree - I tend to prefer my characters nuanced as well, be they villains or heroes or like most people, somewhere in-between.

Her husband being drunk isn’t a new sight to Snow as such....

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 23:47:41 +0200

Her husband being drunk isn’t a new sight to Snow as such. It has happened on occasion (after she told him he was going to be a father, when the dwarfs took him to a tavern, when Red and Granny took him to a different tavern, and so on) back in their land, and once or twice in Storybrooke.

But it still isn’t a sight she was expecting to see on the Jolly Roger in Neverland – and especially not with her daughter in the same condition, sitting on the deck and trying to sing a rather bawdy song Charming has apparently taught her.

(Okay, maybe they do have some reason to celebrate, Henry being safe back with them – but they still have the rather serious problem of how to return home to tackle. Honestly, she’s only left them alone for a few hours while it was her watch with Henry, and this is what she finds?)

Hook is watching them, looking half amused and half sad at the amount of empty bottles strewn around.

“They got into the rum,” he tells Snow. “Been at it for a few hours. Drove Regina off first with bobbing for apples in rum suggestions, then Gold with a lot of questions about how to look after glittery skin. Your charming husband best replace that haul of alcohol. How am I going to be a respectable pirate without a stash of rum?”

“You have far too much fun being anything but respectable,” Snow counters, as Charming looks up and spots her.

“Snoooooooooooooooow!” he says delightedly. He manages to get to his feet, walking towards her with the most ridiculous grin. She crosses her arms as he reaches her.

“You’re drunk,” she observes.

“Yes,” he agrees easily. Hook’s got gooood rum. Still not mate, but good rum.”

“Good,” Emma agrees. She looks down at the bottle in her hand. “Why’s the floor moving?”

“Because it’s a deck and you’re on a boat, darling,” Hook says and Charming lifts finger. He has to aim a few times before he manages to point it sternly at Hook.

“My daughter. Not your darling,” Charming says, then turns to Snow again with his finger still lifted and looks down at her with an expression that manages to be both hazy and lusty. “Snow’s my darling. Darling Snow. Snooooow.”

He pokes her nose with his finger before dragging it down her lips, her chin, her neck and the exposed skin of her chest until he reaches the top of the pirate’s shirt she has on. Very slowly, he pulls at the cloth with his finger.

“Charming!” Snow says sternly, but he simply grins.

“Liked that last night,” he says cheekily, but luckily in a low enough voice that Emma can’t hear.

“Go to bed,” Snow tells him, putting her hand around his finger and lowering it before he can make his intentions even clearer than they already are from the way Hook is looking at them. “I’ll get our daughter to bed, then I will find you.”

“You always do,” he says with certainty, then staggers unsteadily below deck.

Emma is luckily in the stage of drunkenness where she doesn’t mind being led, and so Snow manages to take her daughter to bed with only minimal trouble. Henry is sleeping as well, and Emma gulps loudly when noticing her son.

“Told dad I was afraid,” Emma mutters, and Snow looks up.

“What?”

“Lost you,” Emma says slowly and each word over-pronounced, as if overcompensating for her slightly slurred voice. “Lost Neal. Lost Henry. Henry found me. Lost Neal again. Lost Henry again. Found Henry. Don’t want to lose you again.”

“You’re not going to,” Snow says warmly, kissing her daughter’s forehead. “We won’t let that happen.”

“That’s what dad says,” Emma says. She closes her eyes. “Said a lot of things. Then taught me lullabies.”

“Didn’t sound like you were singing a lullaby when I joined you.”

“Ran out of lullabies.”

“Ah,” Snow says, as her daughter closes her eyes and drifts off. Lullabies, fears and rum. Hmm. A suspicion is beginning to dawn on her.

She walks into the cabin she and Charming are sharing to find her husband sprawled across their bunk with his eyes closed. As she approaches, he lifts a hand and grabs hold of her, pulling her down to be sprawled across him.

“Mmmhmm,” he says happily.

“Charming,” she says, as his hands roam her body lazily. “Just how drunk are you?”

He smiles, but his eyes remain closed. “A bit.”

“A bit drunk and a lot acting,” she concludes, drawing her hand across his chest. “Why?”

He sighs, then opens his eyes to look at her. “Because after everything she has been through, Emma needed someone to get drunk with and just… Let go for a bit.”

“With you there to catch her?”

“Always,” he vows. “Even if I have to drink Hook’s whole stash of rum to do so, I’ll always be there for her.”

She just nods faintly. Oh, how she loves him. She always does, but in moments like this it hits her all over again like anew, almost overwhelming her. Charming. Loving, patient, always there Charming, who drinks rum with his daughter to be there for her in every way he can.

As she looks at him, he lifts his head and kisses the side of her neck, moving his mouth upwards to her ear and murmuring a few lines from the bawdy song against her skin.

Yes, Snow decides, feeling his finger pull at the top of her shirt again and not stopping it this time.

Yes. She’ll give him something to sing about all right.

Daniel, Regina thinks with a shudder, bolting upright in bed. It...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 21:57:15 +0200

Daniel, Regina thinks with a shudder, bolting upright in bed. It takes her a moment to realize it’s a dream (another one) and that she is her bed in the palace. It almost makes her want to return to the dream, as this is a living nightmare that she is in.

Daniel is gone. She is the Queen. Everything her mother wanted. Nothing she desired.

“Regina?” a soft voice asks and she looks to the doorway to see Snow White standing there. Young Snow framed in light from the hallway, in a white nightdress that makes her live up to her name.

“I’m fine,” Regina says curtly, but Snow steps into the shadows of the room nevertheless.

“I have bad dreams sometimes too,” the girl confesses. “About my mother dying.”

She’s always so willing to share, this girl, Regina thinks bitterly. If she had known that before, perhaps she would have known better than to entrust a secret with someone who couldn’t keep it.

“I’m fine,” Regina says again, but Snow comes to sit on the bed anyway. She smiles hesitantly.

“I wish I knew what kept bad dreams away,” she says forlornly.

“There are worse things,” Regina observes.

“Like what?”

“Not being able to wake from them.”

“Oh,” Snow says, and Regina almost wishes Snow could know what it is like to live with so much loss and regret that you can’t wake from. But just almost.

“Go to bed, Snow,” Regina says tiredly, but the girl shakes her head.

“I’ll stay here,” the girl says softly, but determined. “I’ll make sure you wake up if you have another bad dream.”

Oh, Regina thinks faintly, as Snow moves into the bed next to her. In another life, in a dream, she might have imagined Daniel and herself having a daughter somewhat like Snow. Yes. If she closes her eyes, she can even imagine this is that dream, that life, that her daughter is sleeping next to her because she doesn’t want her mommy to have a bad dream.

Yes.

She closes her eyes with Snow’s hand hesitantly in hers and lets sleep come; she doesn’t have another bad dream that night.

(But waking up, that may take decades, a curse and another child to accomplish for Regina – only time can tell on that.)

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little-things-szszsz: #once upon a time

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:16:45 +0200

little-things-szszsz:

#once upon a time

Love attack!

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:25:00 +0200

Thank you, anon - love right back at ya!

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 16:36:54 +0200

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:09:52 +0200

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Even though the birth is still months away, they’ve picked...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:44:02 +0200

Even though the birth is still months away, they’ve picked a room for the nursery. It is empty for now, but very soon they will start filling it with everything a baby might want to be happy. (Since said baby will be making the parents happy as can be just by coming into this world.)

If she closes her eyes, Snow can already see what it might look like. She can imagine shelves of toys, the crib, a mobile moving softly in the wind and Charming leaning over to watch his daughter and never tire of it. Yes. She can see it as she closes her eyes, and she can also see what it is missing.

The doting grandmother that would have been here too every day, that should have been here.

She feels Charming’s arms come around her from behind, and she leans back against him. He kisses the top of her head as his hands stroke her stomach gently.

“What’s wrong?” he says softly into her hair. “Are you worried about Regina’s threat again?”

Always, she doesn’t say. She knows the lengths her step-mother will go to, and she fears for this child and her husband both.

“I wish your mother could be here,” she says instead.

He sighs. “I wish it too, Snow, but the waters couldn’t heal her. We did what we could.”

Just then, the baby kicks and Charming makes the noise he always does when it happens, something between wonder and disbelief.

“She would have loved this child,” he says wistfully.

“She did love this child,” she says. She doesn’t want to hurt Charming, but here in this room, as his hands rest on something that wouldn’t be possible without his mother, he deserves to know. “Charming, there is something you should know.”

“What?” he murmurs softly, kissing her cheek.

“The water would have healed her, but she never drank it. She made Lancelot put it in the wedding chalice instead.”

“What?” he says again, this time in confusion.

“King George had put a curse on me so that I could never bear children. His revenge against us both. Ruth found out. She wanted me to drink the water, but I wouldn’t. So she tricked us into thinking she had drunk it.”

She turns in his embrace to see that he has closed his eyes, a pained look across his features. She touches his cheek as a single tear streaks his skin, brushing it away with her thumb.

“I’m sorry,” she says gently.

He opens his eyes to look down at her swelling stomach. “She always wanted this for me. Family. Happiness. True love. I just didn’t understand how much she was willing to sacrifice for me.”

Maybe he will understand all too well one day, Snow thinks distantly, as he lowers his forehead against hers. He rests his hands on her stomach where their child is growing to soon make them both parents – and make them both understand.

can you write a snow/Emma songfic to brave by Sara bareilles?

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:08:00 +0200

I am unfamiliar with that song and I don’t really write songfics - never have. I can look up the lyrics and write something Snow & Emma related inspired by the lyrics though, if that is agreeable?

operaballerina: misscamthenorwegian: operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: blueink3: operab...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 16:04:24 +0200

operaballerina:

misscamthenorwegian:

operaballerina:

blueink3:

operaballerina:

blueink3:

operaballerina:

*evil laugh*

We must stand strong together!!!

Literary axis of evil unite.

ramblingkitten said:

god help us all if you three ever work on a fic, i dont wanna know what you, blueink and misscam could do to our feels if you worked together. we should make this a law

Guys. I think this is a dare. Is it a dare? Megan? Cam? You up for this someday? Because I think we’ve just been dared …

I am always up for some evil!

Yay evil! This is going to be so much fun!

Ready when you are, miss Cliff-Thrower.

operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: evil laugh We must...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 15:55:15 +0200

operaballerina:

blueink3:

operaballerina:

blueink3:

operaballerina:

*evil laugh*

We must stand strong together!!!

Literary axis of evil unite.

ramblingkitten said:

god help us all if you three ever work on a fic, i dont wanna know what you, blueink and misscam could do to our feels if you worked together. we should make this a law

Guys. I think this is a dare. Is it a dare? Megan? Cam? You up for this someday? Because I think we’ve just been dared …

I am always up for some evil!

His daughter is so perfect Charming often thinks he was a fool...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 15:51:00 +0200

His daughter is so perfect Charming often thinks he was a fool to want a boy (the other times he simply wants a boy too. Emma is Emma, such a mix of him and Snow it is simply breathtaking. He often watches his little girl crawl across the floor to mommy and finds it the loveliest sight in the whole land.

Except – except it is always Snow that Emma crawls to. He sits on the floor also, inviting his daughter to come to him, but she never does. She smiles at him, but it is Snow she goes to.

Of course he loves how much his daughter loves Snow, and especially loves how motherhood looks on his wife. But he’s also jealous. He never thought he would be jealous of his own wife, but here he is, wanting what she has. Wanting Emma to come to him too, to be daddy’s little girl and not just his daughter.

He doesn’t tell Snow that, but he can see she knows from the looks she gives him. So he isn’t entirely surprised when one morning, she puts Emma down on the floor of the nursery and then quietly slips out.

Emma looks perturbed as she looks around and doesn’t see the familiar sight of her mother. For a moment, he is almost tempted to call Snow back, but instead he sits down and waits.

Emma looks at him. He smiles at her and she carefully smiles back, sucking at her thumb.

“What do you want to play with today?” he asks. The room is stuffed with all the toys he and Snow could get their hands on, spoiling their child before it was even born.

Emma narrows her eyes, then looks at the dragon he picks up.

“This one?” he asks. “You want to be Emma, mighty dragon slayer, savior of this land?”

She makes a happy noise that he takes as a yes. He holds the dragon out, and his daughter gives him another speculative look. Then very, very slowly she crawls across the room and to him. But it isn’t the dragon she goes for. It’s him, pulling at the laces of his leather shirt. He watches in fascination as she pulls at them, bites on one and then looks up at him.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, smiling again. “You can play with those if you want.”

So she does.

And when Snow returns some time later, she finds her daughter in her husband’s arms, the two of them engrossed in each other – the loveliest sight in the whole land, she reckons.

Congrats on your new flat!! Andy pictures in the future? Can we still submit prompts?

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:17:00 +0200

I’ll post some pics when I got it all in order :) I’m still missing my new (luxurious glorious bed) which will be delivered next week and I am still sorting out where all my decorative stuff and pictures will go. Plus I am getting shiny new curtains, so that will have to be sorted too. But I promise pics will come with I am happy with the state of things!
And yes, you can still submit prompts and continue to do so for weeks to come. My summer holiday starts in a week and then I will have serious time to do some writing.

“I saw Abigail today,” Snow says and Charming looks up with a...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:39:46 +0200

“I saw Abigail today,” Snow says and Charming looks up with a slightly guarded expression, as if he’s expecting to fight dragons.

“Oh?” he manages.

“We talked a bit,” she says, and Charming sighs and comes to sit next to her on the bed.

“I ran into her a few times while you were away,” he says carefully. “She and Fredrick found each other after the curse broke. They seem happy.”

“I never liked her back in our land,” Snow reveals and Charming glances up at her. “I pretended to but a part of me always remembered that you almost married her.”

“Snow,” he says affectionately. “You pretended to very badly. I knew. Abigail knew. But she had as little desire to marry me as I did her. If we had married, it would have been… It would have been like the fake marriage Regina trapped me and Abigail here in Storybrooke.”

She looks at him as he takes her hand, lifting it up to kiss the finger where she wears his mother’s ring.

“David Nolan and Kathryn Nolan had a miserable marriage,” he says, grimacing slightly at his own words. “Even when we were trying to fix it… It never mended the gap between us, it only masked it for a while. Even cursed, we never truly loved each other because we both had our true loves elsewhere.”

“She said something very similar,” Snow says with the ghost of a smile. “But it hurts to know you were with another woman, Charming. Even if it was the curse. I don’t blame you, I just…”

“I know,” he says softly. He lifts a hand to her cheek and moves his fingers lightly across her skin. “It hurts me to know you were with Whale too, even if you were cursed. I don’t blame you. Especially not since David Nolan broke your heart. He also hurt another woman I greatly respect as well.”

“Abigail,” she says. She sighs and leans her forehead against his chin. “She told me she gave David and Mary Margaret her blessing even before the curse broke, and that she definitely gave it now.”

“You’re still not going to like her, huh?” he teases and she has to grin at how well he knows her.

“No,” she admits. “But she’s making it really hard for me, at least.”

He grins, and she leans forward and impulsively kisses him. He sighs at the touch of lips to lips, catching her bottom lip between his to lightly suck on it. It is her who sighs happily as he deepens the kiss, feeling his thigh press hard against hers.

When he finally pulls back, she is a little breathless and he’s looking at her with so much love that steals her breath as well.

“You are my true wife in any land,” he vows and kisses her again, and she kisses her true husband of any land right back.

For you, I’d wait ‘til kingdom come.Until my day, my day is...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:27:42 +0200

For you, I’d wait ‘til kingdom come.
Until my day, my day is done.
And say you’ll come, and set me free,
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me.

Once Upon a Time, Season 3 - Taking Back Neverland

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:32:48 +0200

Once Upon a Time, Season 3 - Taking Back Neverland

i-will-always-find-you: Josh Dallas <3

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:53:21 +0200

i-will-always-find-you:

Josh Dallas <3

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Sat, 15 Jun 2013 19:41:44 +0200

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Thank you so much! Your Regina and Snow story was lovely. Just the type I was hoping for. Nuanced characters are so much more fun than two-dimensional. :)

Her husband being drunk isn’t a new sight to Snow as such....

Daniel, Regina thinks with a shudder, bolting upright in bed. It...

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little-things-szszsz: #once upon a time

Love attack!

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redbabblinggirl: .

Even though the birth is still months away, they’ve picked...

can you write a snow/Emma songfic to brave by Sara bareilles?

operaballerina: misscamthenorwegian: operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: blueink3: operab...

operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: *evil laugh* We must...

His daughter is so perfect Charming often thinks he was a fool...

Congrats on your new flat!! Andy pictures in the future? Can we still submit prompts?

“I saw Abigail today,” Snow says and Charming looks up with a...

For you, I’d wait ‘til kingdom come.Until my day, my day is...

Once Upon a Time, Season 3 - Taking Back Neverland

i-will-always-find-you: Josh Dallas <3

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operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: blueink3: operaballerina: evil laugh We must...