#Fic: Storybrooke Noir

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Storybrooke Noir

AU-gust Day Twenty-Four: Private Detectives AU Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairing: None (with rumbelle in the background)

Rated: T

Summary: In Prohibition Era Storybrooke, private investigator Graham Humbert receives an interesting new case. 

Note: This is one of the first ideas I ever had for OUAT fanfic. Small parts of the story are told in noir-detective-style first person from Graham’s POV, most of it is third person.

Storybrooke Noir

As soon as I saw the identity of my visitor, I knew that my next case was going to be an interesting one. Regina Mills, it’s safe to say, runs Storybrooke. Nothing happens here without her say. If she was coming to me for help, then I knew that the situation was very delicate indeed. 

Graham could see that Regina Mills was the person behind his office door. Her outline was very distinctive. She was a fan of interestingly-shaped hats, and this one was definitely the most interesting that he had seen.

He opened the door and ushered her inside.

“What can I do for you, Miss Mills?”

“I need your skills, Mr Humbert.” She placed the brown envelope that she was carrying down onto the desk. “I have a case for you, and if you solve it to my satisfaction then I can promise you a very lucrative reward.”

“I have a standard rate, Miss Mills.”

“I know.” Regina’s smile was hungry and leonine, and it made Graham want to take a step back. Whilst he didn’t know what was in the envelope, he received the distinct impression that Regina was on the hunt, and whoever her target was, she was going to employ Graham to do the hunting. “But I’m certain that I can make any extra effort that you go to worth your while.”

Graham raised an eyebrow. Regina must be desperate if she was coming to him for help in the first place, and even more so if she was trying to sweet talk him like this.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss Mills. What’s the nature of the job?” He took the envelope and opened it. A grainy photograph fell out; he recognised it as the work of Sidney Glass, Storybrooke’s local newshound. The picture showed a young woman with light hair standing on Storybrooke’s main street.

“I don’t like it when new people arrive in Storybrooke unannounced and start snooping around,” Regina said. “Her name is Emma Swan and she arrived in furtive circumstances in the middle of the night. I want to know who she is, where she’s from, why she’s here and what she intends to do now she’s got here. More importantly, I want to know when she’s leaving. If she can leave any sooner than that, then again, I’m sure I can make it worth your while.”

Graham nodded. Whilst he was not usually in the business of scaring people out of town – Regina had more than enough people at her beck and call to be able to do that herself – he would certainly look into the case. He wasn’t picky when it came to his earnings and who he took them from.

With his fee negotiated, Graham sat back, looking at the photograph that Regina had left with him and beginning to make notes.

It was time for a trip to the Spinning Wheel.

The Spinning Wheel Speakeasy is a good place to come for information. It’s owned, as most places in Storybrooke are, by Mr Gold. No-one knows his first name, and some people have speculated that he doesn’t actually have one. Gold knows everything that happens in the town, including the things that Regina doesn’t know about, and he’s always willing to share - for a price, of course. He’s the only person in town who can go toe to toe with Regina and be confident of victory, and I’m glad I’m on the right side of him.

If he couldn’t be persuaded to part with his knowledge of Emma Swan, maybe his girl Belle could help.

The Spinning Wheel was located in the basement of Storybrooke library, and Graham had to admit that being surrounded by old books and dusty periodicals gave the place an air of class that most establishments of its ilk couldn’t boast. 

Belle was sitting behind the library issue desk when Graham entered, although he knew full well that she was not expecting any patrons to be checking out books at this hour. She had been Gold’s doorkeeper for as long as anyone could remember, preferring the quiet of the library to the noise down below. They made for an odd couple, the bookish librarian and the menacing landlord and moonshiner of the shadows, but no-one who saw them together could deny that Gold was completely devoted to her and vice versa. Woe betide anyone who tried to use Belle as leverage to get to Gold. He could be very creative with that cane of his when he wanted to be, and Graham had seen him in action more than once. Keith Nottingham had learned to stay away after that beating.

“Hello Mr Humbert.” Belle greeted him with a smile as he came into the dimly lit building. “Are you here for business or pleasure tonight?”

“Business, I’m afraid. Is Gold in tonight? I’m hoping that he can help me with my latest case.”

Belle nodded, coming out from behind the issue desk and going over to unlock the rickety elevator in the corner. Graham followed her. 

“He’s in, but I don’t know that he’s feeling all that altruistic. You’d better be prepared to dig deep.”

“I’m sure he’ll be interested when I tell him it’s an opportunity to get one over on Her Majesty.”

Belle raised an eyebrow. “Things must be serious if she’s seeking independent help. I’d noticed that she seemed a little jumpier these past few days. What’s got into her?”

“Scared of losing her crown as always.” Graham thought it would be best to play his cards close to his chest for the moment. If this Swan character was dangerous, then it really wouldn’t do to be putting Belle in harm’s way. 

She came down the elevator with him, and the doors opened onto the Spinning Wheel. It was doing good trade tonight, with most of its small tables occupied. Graham recognised David Nolan by the little stage, gazing moon-eyed at the singer. His soft spot for Mary Margaret Blanchard was an open secret in the town - much to Mrs Nolan’s chagrin.

Belle led the way across the smoky room to where Gold was sitting with one of his associates. Jefferson Milliner was considered eccentric at best and downright insane at worst, but he and Gold got on like a house on fire. Graham wasn’t sure what the implications were for Gold’s own mental state as a result. 

Gold smiled warmly as Belle approached, his entire demeanour softening with her mere presence. He held out a hand to her and kissed her knuckles when she took it. 

“Who have we here, sweetheart? I see that the great detective has decided to pay us a visit.”

“Evening Mr Gold, Mr Milliner. I’m looking for some information about a recent new arrival in Storybrooke. I know that nothing in town goes unnoticed here.”

Gold grinned. “Let me guess. Her Majesty wants you to dig up any dirt you can on her so that she can be safe in the knowledge that she’s under no threat from Bostonian interlopers on secret missions.”

Graham laughed. “So, you know she’s from Boston and she’s here on a secret mission, which is more than me.”

“Aye. Any more will cost you.”

“How much?”

Gold gave the matter some thought. 

“I’m feeling generous tonight with the news of Regina’s discomfiture. Get yourself a drink and sit down with us, and I’ll tell you what I know. Will you join us, my dear?”

Belle declined, returning to the library above, and with liquor procured, Graham took a seat. He had to admit, Gold sold the good stuff; there was none of your bathtub rotgut at the Spinning Wheel. 

“So,” Gold began. “What do you already know?”

“Her name is Emma Swan and she arrived two days ago in the small hours. That’s as much as Regina knows and as much as I know.”

“She’s boarding at Widow Lucas’s and she’s intending to stay a week. She seems the transient type. Looking for something, I would imagine, although I can’t say what just yet. She was in here last night; it seems that Ruby Lucas clued her in. Belle judged her to be safe, and I trust Belle’s judgement.” Gold paused. “If I didn’t know better I’d say that she was one of your lot. Private eye.”

Graham shrugged. “It’s possible.”

He drained his drink and thanked Gold, going back over to the elevator. It was time to start digging. 

Gold had given me a good lead, and what he had said about Swan possibly being a PI like myself was interesting. I wondered what she could be investigating here in Storybrooke; we don’t get many people coming in and out. 

Widow Lucas was my next point of call. She takes in the few boarders who come to Storybrooke, some of whom stay permanently. It’s not exactly a vacation destination. She’s known to most as Granny, and she takes no nonsense from anyone.

“I know why you’re here.” Graham had barely got through the door of the inn before Granny had sized him up. He wasn’t exactly surprised. She had a sixth sense for things like that. 

“I’m sure that you do, Widow Lucas.” 

“She’s in the parlour,” Granny continued. “I think she’s expecting you as much as I am.”

Graham made his way through to the parlour, and sure enough, Miss Swan was sitting there. 

“Evening, Miss.”

“Good evening. Widow Lucas told me to expect you. Apparently Miss Mills isn’t too keen on outsiders coming into her domain.”

Graham had to laugh at the succinct summation of the situation. “Indeed not.” 

Miss Swan indicated for him to take a seat opposite her as Granny bustled in with some coffee. 

“It’s all right, Mr Humbert. I’m not staying long. My interest in Storybrooke is purely professional. In much the same way as yours, in fact.”

“Yes. Mr Gold thought that it might be.” 

“He’s a shrewd man. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him, but he’s definitely clever, I’ll give him that much, and he’s got good liquor.”

They drank their coffee in silence for a while, and Graham studied Miss Swan, pondering her reasons and motives, and what a private investigator was doing coming to Storybrooke.

“What brings you to our town, then, Miss Swan?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Miss Swan just laughed. “Well, I think that’s for me to know and you to find out, Mr Humbert. That’s what you’re being paid to do, after all.”

Graham couldn’t fault her logic, and he smiled. The next few days whilst Miss Swan was in town were going to be very interesting indeed…

[onceuponaprincessworld]

CaptainSwan One-Shots Recs p.14

Hello CS Fandom! I give you a new One shot list. A lot of them are new but there are some old ones in here as well, but there are all just so wonderful. Hope you enjoy. And if you have any theme idea for a list let me know.

If you are intrested you can find my other lists here.

Cat-astrophe, @pirateherokillian

‘dating best friend’s sister’

Le Cirque Noir, @the-captains-ayebrows

Running away to join the circus is like - the biggest cliche ever, but it’s the only available solution to Emma Swan’s very immediate problem. Running from the cops and with a freshly broken heart, Emma just needs shelter, a job and a ride out of town. She never expected to stumble into a world of real magic complete with witches, werewolves and a trio of shape-shifting brothers. Beast-taming isn’t so hard when the “beasts” are really humans in disguise. Taming were-panther Killian Jones might just be another matter all together. But maybe a lost girl can find a home among the “circus freaks”.

Ballet (Mis)Steps, @hollyethecurious

CS Modern AU: Killian Jones is a retired ballet dancer turned choreographer. Emma Swan is a retired ballet dancer turned journalist. What happens when he comes out of retirement and she is tasked with getting the coveted interview - twelve years after they parted ways...

New Year, New Me, @xemmaloveskillianx

I made a New Year’s resolution to be better at showing the people I love how much I care… But now all I want to do is kiss you.”

Apparitions, @justanotherwannabeclassic

Gifted with the ability to see ghosts, Emma Swan considers this more of a curse than a blessing. When a pair of ghosts named Milah and Liam request her help in befriending a loved one, Emma is introduced to a heartbroken Killian Jones. Easy enough, right? But somewhere along the way, Emma begins to see Killian as more than a friend, and must wrestle with realities of dating while hiding her secret while also helping his loved ones move on.

Concussion Protocol, @welllpthisishappening​

She doesn’t see it at first. And, somehow, that’s even worse. Because the replay is in slow motion and they keep showing it and Roland won’t stop yelling and Henry won’t stop cursing and Emma’s going to do damage to her thumb if she keeps slamming it against her phone.

He doesn’t play the entire third period.

And Emma keeps tugging on her ring. Ruth keeps staring.

The Jolly Reader, @belovedcreation  

One quiet morning on the lake, Emma meets the owner of a floating bookstore and she learns to appreciate the silence of books and days far from the city.

something extraordinary, athena3062

CS AU. Emma never liked romantic comedies, especially the ones where two people inexplicably fall back in touch after years apart. When wine, instagram and her ability to memorize phone numbers collide, her life takes a turn in that direction.

Prompt, @nowforruin

A cs proposal.

And I'm Home, @1handedpiratewithadrinkingprob

"I believe that it's easier for you to let me go. You put your arms around me and I'm home." Emma Swan has never been good with feelings. When she inadvertently befriends Killian Jones, her emotions seem to go into a tailspin. Through a series of snapshots into their relationship through the years, Emma and Killian search for what it means to be home.

Pirate Tech, @mayquita

After several years living in Storybrooke, Killian has adapted quite well to the modern world, becoming an expert in the use of technology. When Snow and David return from a camping weekend, Emma and Killian decide to emulate Emma’s parents and a challenge arises between them to see if they are able to spend an entire weekend without electricity. Canon compliant/future.

Prompt, @initiala

Maybe Killian and Emma sometimes have "competitions" in bed, like betting who can be the last one to come or who can get off quicker?

Dedicated to You, @nothandlingit

I am an author and you are at my booksigning but why are you handing me these scrap papers to sign? Wait - is that the first story I ever wrote and trashed because some people at high school made fun of me by reading it out loud? And now you're here, not to tease me, but because you liked my writing even back then? Captain Swan AU

the process of peer review, @emmaswanchoosesyou

Best friends. Colleagues. That's what anthropology and archaeology professors Emma and Killian have been to each other for years, but sometimes old definitions and practices need to be revisited.

The Fox and the Hound, @awkwardnessandbaseball

Years ago, Killian Jones left his youthful days of illicit romance and causing trouble behind him in favor of walking dogs for a living in Storybrooke. He’s been working for the same families for years, so discovering David Nolan’s beautiful yet closed off sister behind their apartment door is a surprise. It's not long before Killian finds himself coming down with a case of puppy love, but Emma might just send him home with his tail between his legs.

All Things Considered, @the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt

When word of Robert Siegel's departure from NPR's "All Things Considered" goes public, Emma gets the chance to compete for her dream job. All that stands in her way are nine fellow journalists - one of them being the charismatic yet cocky Killian Jones. When she ends up paired with Killian on the first story, things get more complicated as she tries to balance fighting for her long-time aspiration and her budding relationship with this fascinating fellow reporter.

Of Pirates and Princesses, @i-am-miapotter

Enchanted Forest AU. Queen Snow always told her daughter that, if given a choice between the Evil Queen and a pirate, go to the pirate, that way she could at least have a chance to return home. Princess Emma, after being kidnapped, has to make such a choice. At the time, she hadn’t realize that it could have such a huge affect on her life.

the reprise, @arexnna

“i run the night slot on campus radio and some jackass keeps calling in to insult my music taste and request high school musical songs instead” au

Muddle Through Somehow, @msgenevieve447

She always knew Henry would leave home one day. She just didn't think he'd leave home for another realm, okay? (Starring Emma Swan and Killian Jones, featuring cameos by Henry, Snow and Charming, mention of Regina and others.) Captain Swan Christmas Fic, set during 702 - ignores S7 timelines (or lack thereof).

kiss me (on this cold december night), @jennifer-morrison​

Maybe asking your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend as you make a trip back home isn’t the smartest idea Emma’s had in a while. then again, how smart is Killian for actually saying yes?

[rufeepeach]

Cool asks for fic writers number 7. Writer's ask meme number 3 (because I'm curious about how you will interpret "poorly" ;) Writer Ask Meme number 54.

7. Inspiration, time, or motivation. Choose two.

I’ll go inspiration and motivation. I am excellent at making the time if I have those two. If I have time but no inspiration and/or motivation, I blow it all on video games. 

3) Summarize your current project poorly

Blue Lines: Moe French is a dick and Belle gets pregnant at the worst possible time which means Gold spirals and freaks out but it’s all ok they get married at the end (lol #spoilers)

Original noir thing: crossdresser with a death wish tries to solve a murder and ends up getting framed for a different murder while learning that the original murder never happened and also lol she fell in love with the dead guy who isn’t dead and her pregnant ex-girlfriend is eye-rolling literally the whole time because goddamnit Lizzie this bullshit is exactly why we broke up. Also it’s the 1940s and Crime Happens.

Shuddering Rush: Dionysus accidentally makes a girl body and then not-accidentally reeks havoc; Ariadne is either gonna marry him or kill him with a brick, possibly both; HEY I’M BACK BABY I LOVE YOU/NO FUCK YOU I’M WALKING INTO THE SEA

Death and the Maiden: local Death god tricked by local Life goddess bc he’s a melodramatic idiot and is too goddamn myopic and high on his own drama to notice the literal leaves growing out of her hair

My Dissertation: so basically all international law was written by racist white colonialists and literally nothing has changed, including the laws deciding what is and isn’t a state, but its ok bc international law also has no fixed value and ‘states’ are something we made up you guys so why don’t we stop oppressing minorities and let them self-govern if they want to WHO’S WITH ME? Also Fuck White Male Structuralists and James Crawford In Particular.

54) Favorite first line/opening you’ve written?

I honestly don’t know. I was really proud of managing to bookend ‘Game of Thorns was up for sale’ with ‘Game of Thorns was open for business’ in Inheritance, because the shop’s status kind of became a metaphor for me for how Belle was doing in the story. At her lowest moment, when she’s been ignoring and running from her real emotions for months, she’s also been neglecting the shop and so it is at its most decayed and awful; when she and Gold work together to renovate and make it hers, to bring it back to life, she’s also coming back to herself and coming to real terms with Moe’s death and her return to Storybrooke. So I guess it would be that :)

[angstbotfic]

Fic: The Notebook Ch 2

Read at AO3

Regina wondered why she had never done this before. Emma was on top of her, and the weight pressing her into the mattress was just right. The hand cupping and stroking her face as they kissed slow and deep and sweet was exactly the right counterpoint to the one cupping and rubbing her cunt in a way that was so slow and methodical it felt positively dirty. She gripped at Emma’s hips with her thighs, and her hands traced soft skin over firm muscles in her back and biceps.

When her hands reached Emma’s shoulders, she suddenly remembered what had been described in such exquisite detail in that little yellow notebook and pushed slightly to urge her downward.

Emma went willingly enough, though the cocky way she was grinning up at her as she kissed and nipped down her body to settle between her thighs had Regina ready to either throw her out of bed or grab her by the hair and force her mouth into her cunt. Maybe the latter and then the former-

But then Emma’s mouth was there, making long, slow, soft strokes with her tongue as if to explore her, and Regina’s moan was echoed by another vibrating between her thighs.

Before long, Emma’s tongue began moving faster and more directly, down and flicking at her opening and then up to her clit, curling as she reversed the motion. Regina wanted to keep herself under control, but she was absolutely sopping and her traitorous hips twitched in search of more touch.

It would be embarrassing, except that Emma wasn’t smirking now, was ravenous for her now, her eyes rolling back in her head as she absolutely devoured Regina with exactly as much overwhelming desire as she’d written about. She was moaning almost continuously and her whole lower face was wet from rubbing exuberantly against her cunt, and it was exquisite and also strangely sweet. Despite the extravagance of everything else she was doing, however, her tongue was precise, flicking up from below Regina’s clit steadily, building her pleasure more and more.

Regina was gripping Emma’s hair now with one hand and the sheets with the other, her hips rolling against her mouth, needing more of that tongue. But then Emma began sucking on her clit, her mouth so very adoring between her legs and those bright green eyes adoring too as they stared up at her, and she was getting so close, so very close, she was going to-

BEEP- BEEP- BEEP-

Ripped from her sleep, Regina rolled over and smacked at the alarm once, twice, then blasted it across the room with a little fireball. It gave a little sad BEEEEeep and then went silent. Her shift in position made her quickly realize two things: she was sopping wet, and her clit was almost throbbing with need.

She couldn’t. She shouldn’t. She was not going to masturbate to the thought of Emma Swan.

But she was already rolling completely over onto her front and slipping her hand into her silky pajama bottoms and then her lacy underwear. She groaned into the mattress when she felt how soaked she was. Then she started tracing steady, direct circles on her clit, already long past making herself wait or building it up slowly.

She was panting in no time, in between clenching her teeth against the moans that wanted to escape. Her hips had started moving against her hand now, and this was what she needed, intense like her need was intense.

It was almost embarrassing how close she was already, the way her body was reaching for it, the fact that she needed this orgasm so desperately. She rode the edge for a long, white-hot moment, the fingers of her other hand fisting in the sheet as her motions got shorter, sharper, hungrier.

Then she was coming, moaning into the mattress.

But she was so wound up that she needed another immediately, and she pushed her bottoms down just enough to bring her other hand into play, slipping two fingers inside herself as her hips kept moving. The feeling of her muscles working as she fucked herself, her ass and thighs clenching, made it even better than the waves of pleasure radiating from her cunt alone.

She wanted this obscenely much, wanted these to be Emma’s fingers inside her, wanted to be riding Emma instead of her own hand, and that image made her come even harder the second time.

As she lay there, floppy and waiting for her pulse to slow, Regina realized she was going to have to do something about the notebook she’d found yesterday. But what?

**

When Regina’s assistant buzzed to tell her Emma was here for the appointment she’d demanded the sheriff attend in her official capacity, she took a long moment to steel herself. Yes, she wanted Emma desperately and knew Emma wanted her just as much, but that didn’t mean this shouldn’t be a well-executed seduction. She was a queen, and a bit more refined.

Once she’d done that, she buzzed back to say to send Emma in, and the moment the door opened she was glad she’d taken the time. Emma was wearing a black ribbed shirt that must be a tank top—Regina hadn’t ever seen it before, but it was somehow even sexier than the white one she’d worn when she first arrived in Storybrooke—along with her red leather jacket and those tight, tight jeans. And, she saw as Emma turned her back to close the door, a little yellow notebook in her back pocket.

On impulse, Regina magicked it onto her desk on the pile of reports Emma was ostensibly here to discuss. It didn’t hurt to stack the deck a bit. In fact, she’d dressed this morning with maximum advantage in mind, choosing a deep red skirt and the black shirt that always pulled a bit at the buttons and drew Emma’s eyes.

“Hey, Regina, what’s up?” Emma said, tucking her thumbs into her belt loops as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Sheriff Swan,” she replied.

“Jeez, Regina, would you quit it with the formal stuff? You’re giving me the creeps.”

“I’m sorry,” and she paused for emphasis, “Emma. Please, come in and have a seat.” She pointed to the chair in front of her desk.

“Yeah, sure, uh, but can you tell me what this is about?” Emma asked as she settled awkwardly into it. “I feel like I’ve just been called into the principal’s office or something.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Regina lied.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure, just you’re behind the desk and I’m over here and all-” Emma tried to explain.

Regina bit the inside of her mouth to keep from smiling. “Well in that case,” she said, “let me come over there.” She stood and moved around the desk, trying very hard not to prowl. Then she hopped up on the desk directly in front of Emma. “Better?”

She watched Emma quickly realize her eyes were roughly level with her knees, and look up—only to be staring at her chest. She adjusted one more time to look her in the eye. “Sure.”

“I wanted to talk to you about these reports. I was looking at them and I found something very interesting.”

“Yeah?” Emma said, her voice a little shaky. She was trying so, so hard to keep her eyes up.

“Yes,” Regina confirmed. She half-turned to pick up the notebook, and while her back was turned she made a small magical gesture out of Emma’s line of sight. Then she turned back and very slowly and deliberately re-crossed her legs. As expected, Emma’s eyes dropped, then widened as they caught the slightest glimpse of the fact that Regina had just removed her panties.

Emma’s face was already reddening when she forced her eyes up, and her jaw dropped when she saw the yellow notebook in Regina’s hand.

Then Regina saw her make the decision to play it off and smooth out her face. Her Emma really was quite clever. Wait, her Emma?

“What’s that?” Emma asked, smoothly and casually. God, that was attractive.

“This is a notebook full of explicit sexual fantasies about me.”

Emma gulped. “Huh, that’s weird.”

Time to go in for the kill. “It’s also the same notebook you had yesterday.”

“What?! No, it’s not!” Oh, she was adorable when flustered.

“The handwriting matches the reports,” she pointed out, dropping her voice into the deadly register and raising a disapproving eyebrow. She’d double checked that the second they had finally arrived yesterday afternoon. Emma used sharp vertical lines instead of loops in her cursive.

Clearly knowing she was caught, Emma took a long, slow breath. “I bet you’re pretty mad, huh?”

Time to be direct and throw her off balance again. “Actually, when I read it at Granny’s yesterday morning I found myself wanting to find this person and take them up on it.”

“Wait,” Emma said, brow furrowing. “I had it this morning. How did it end up in reports I gave you yesterday?”

Shit. She’d overplayed her hand. Well, she was caught, and Emma had been honest. “I saw it in your back pocket as you came in just now and poofed it,” she confessed.

Emma chewed the inside of her lip thoughtfully for a moment, then met her eyes again. “I wish I could be mad at you for invading my privacy, but I’m kinda not.”

“Right back at you.”

“Well, uh,” and Emma’s eyes dropped to her hands, fiddling in her lap. “What are we going to do about it?”

“As it happens, Henry has a slumber party tonight. Dinner will be promptly at 8. Bring a mid-range Pinot Noir and something for dessert.”

Emma gawked at her. “Really?”

“We both know what’s in here,” she said, waving the notebook and then tossing it back to Emma. “But let’s be civilized about it, shall we?”

[farminglesbian]

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[worryinglyinnocent]

AU-gust Masterlist

All the fics are rated T or below.

Day One: Fantasy AU - Vastly Different Worlds (Stargate Universe: ChloexRush)

Day Two: College AU - Literature Past and Present (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Three: Soulmates AU - Shimmer and Shine (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Scorfuma)

Day Four: Angels and Demons AU - A Devil in The Details (Once Upon A Time/The Tournament: Macacey)

Day Five: Post-Apocalypse AU - The Zombie Outbreak Response Unit (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Six: Hospital AU - Days to Change a Lifetime (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Seven: Childhood Friends AU - Dreams of Home (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: No Pairing)

Day Eight: Superheroes/Superpowers AU - I’ve Got The Power! (Once Upon A Time: No Pairing)

Day Nine: Royalty AU - The Head that Wears the Crown (Stargate Universe: GloriaxRush)

Day Ten: Pirates AU - The Captain (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Eleven: Farm/Ranch AU - Jump (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Twelve: Crime AU - Married to the Mob (Once Upon A Time: Golden Lace)

Day Thirteen: Rock Band AU - Believe or Leave (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Fourteen: Vampire AU - The Dead of Night (Stargate Universe: GloriaxRush)

Day Fifteen: Role Reversal AU - A Friend in Need (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Scorfuma)

Day Sixteen: Treasure Hunters AU - What’s Past is Future (Stargate Universe: ChloexRush)

Day Seventeen: Firefighters AU - Spark (Once Upon A Time: Swanfire)

Day Eighteen: Bodyguard AU - City Lights and Cactus Forests (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Scorfuma)

Day Nineteen: Nineteenth Century AU - Brave New World (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Twenty: Single Parents AU - Old Acquaintances (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Twenty-One: Professional Rivals AU - Orchestrations (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Twenty-Two: Futuristic AU - Stick to the Shadows (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Twenty-Three: Arranged Marriage AU - A Perfect Compromise (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Scorfuma)

Day Twenty-Four: Private Detectives AU - Storybrooke Noir (Once Upon A Time: No Pairing)

Day Twenty-Five: Circus AU - Tightrope (Once Upon A Time: Golden Lace)

Day Twenty-Six: Monster Hunters AU - An Adventure in Pink Fluffy Earmuffs (Once Upon A Time: Rumbelle)

Day Twenty-Seven: Flower Shop AU - Say it with Flowers (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: Scorfuma)

Day Twenty-Eight: Fashion and Models AU - From the Brink of Disaster (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: No Pairing)

Day Twenty-Nine: Tattoo Parlour AU - Indelible (Stargate Universe: GloriaxRush)

Day Thirty: Magic AU - A Jungle Fairy Tale (Lost/Once Upon A Time: ClairexRumpelstiltskin)

Day Thirty-One: Combine Two Previous AUs (Nineteenth Century and Professional Rivals) - Through a Telescopic Lens (Stargate Universe/Once Upon A Time/War of the Worlds: Rushbelle)