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[forthehonoroflove]

GREMMA in 1x07: THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER

[lessawildmoon]

Phantom Memories (Part Three)

Title: Phantom Memories (Part Three) 

Part One / Part Two

Rating: T (Emma has a mouth on her sometimes, and there is some mild violence)

Ship: Gremma. Also Killian&Graham and Killian&Emma friendships (this part is all Gremma though).

Summary: A Gremma version of ‘New York City Serenade’. For the purposes of this AU, events up to the middle of S3 happened more or less as per canon, except that Emma and Killian developed a close friendship rather than the beginnings of a romance.

@foreveracharmedone So I can only apologise for how ridiculously, horrendously, late this last part is. Two days after I posted the last part, I lost my job. Luckily it didn't take me long to find another one, but that was 12 hour nights shifts, which while being exactly what I wanted, are exhausting to get used to, especially when you hadn’t quite got into the swing of working full days after several years of evenings. And I had just about got back on an even keep when my computer died, and I only just got it fixed (after two months of ‘we’ll sort it this weekend’).

I hope you enjoy!

OK, so maybe bringing him back to her apartment wasn’t the most sensible plan. But she justified to herself that it wasn’t like he didn’t already know where she lived. She really did not want to discuss this in public, whatever the truth actually turned out to be, where anyone could hear or interrupt.

Henry had told her to trust her gut, and her gut was telling her she could trust this man. She knew it was crazy, but if nothing else she was pretty good when it came to knowing when someone meant her harm, and he was not giving out that kind of vibe at all. But that didn’t mean she was going to offer him a drink or to make himself comfortable, he was not a guest. He was only here so they could talk privately.

The photos had really disturbed her. She couldn’t explain them, and as much as she might want to write them off as a trick, she believed he wasn’t lying about that, he believed what he was saying. That didn’t make it true, but as crazy as he may sound he wasn’t trying to con her. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t being used by someone who was.

“So, what would I find? If I went to this Storybrooke?” She saw the hope spring up in his eyes, despite his obvious caution and felt an irrational stab of guilt. She couldn’t understand why she hated the thought of letting him down so much. She shouldn’t care, but somehow, she did.

“Does that mean you think we might be telling the truth?” The question was so hesitant, and there was something in his voice she recognised. She understood what it was like to doubt something you wanted, because life had taught you that you would never get it. She shouldn’t be so easily empathising with the stranger who had turned her life upside down. And it was starting to piss her off how he was getting under her skin so easily.

“Of course not.” She scoffed. “But there is obviously something going on, and if it involves Henry, I will find out what it is.”

Even if she had to travel to the middle of nowhere Maine.

He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the doorbell. She sighed, she had forgotten exactly why Henry had made himself scarce for the evening, with his sweet but annoying interference. She didn’t have the time or energy to deal with Walsh now, and she really didn’t want to think too hard about why she didn’t want to talk to him about all this.

“You, wait here.” She couldn’t quite believe she was going to leave him alone in her apartment, but she didn’t exactly have any other options, and that weird feeling of trust was rearing its head again. She would take Walsh out to the shared rooftop terrace area and tell him…something. She wasn’t sure what, but she needed to put him off somehow. She needed time to get to the bottom of whatever was going on, she couldn’t be making any big life changing decisions right now.

Her excuse for not inviting him sounded false to her own ears, so she could hardly blame him for getting the wrong idea. But at the same time, she wondered if he had always been this bad at reading her. A bold romantic gesture? Her? Was that really what he was expecting here?

“Walsh, I can’t marry you.” It hadn’t been what she’d been planning to say. She’d still been trying to work out some non-dismissive way of saying she needed more time. But as she said it she realised it was true. She didn’t need time to think about it, she’d known it from the moment he’d asked. When her first reaction wasn’t happiness, but to run.

He was talking about it being too soon, and maybe he could be right, it had only been a few months. But it didn’t feel right. As much as she enjoyed his company, she couldn’t picture herself married to him, couldn’t see him as part of their family. A traitorous image popped up in her mind, of someone she could picture as part of her family, even if she didn’t know him at all.

“It’s not that Walsh…I just don’t think…” She sighed.  “Maybe we should take some time apart.”

She was pretty sure they were over, relationships didn’t often survive a failed proposal, especially now she knew she wasn’t looking for any more from him that what they had already shared. But maybe with some time, and time for her to make sure Henry was safe, they could salvage something?

“Look, Emma, I pushed too quick, I get it. We can just forget me rushing ahead and go back to the way we were.” He was all but begging, and on another day, a day when she hadn’t already dealt with far too much, his desperation might have raised alarm bells in her.

“I don’t want to, I loved what we had together…” It was true, she had. They’d been comfortable, and it had been easy. He had got on well with Henry. But was it really fair to keep going when he wanted a future for them that she was increasingly sure she didn’t?

“If you love it, then don’t throw it away.” It was tempting, so tempting, it would be so easy to give in and go back to the way things were before his proposal. But in the end, she would only hurt him more. Better to make a clean break now.

“I can’t, it wouldn’t be fair. I wish you could see that now, but later on you will. I’m sorry.” They weren’t talking about a break anymore, and they both knew it. This was the end. She would never feel comfortable knowing he wanted more from their relationship than she did. She would always wonder if he was happy, or just biding his time expecting her to change her mind. And he would come to resent her for not being able to give him what he wanted.

“You just had to listen to them, didn’t you?” She blinked at the sudden change of tone, from pleading to derisory, angry. She startled as he violently knocked a chair out of the way as he walked towards her. “You just couldn’t leave well enough alone.”

“What are you talking about?” She stepped back as he moved towards her, not quite able to comprehend what was happening.

“You know, it’s too bad, I actually kinda liked you.” She saw the gun, but somehow her brain wouldn’t process what she was seeing. It seemed impossible. Walsh, the man who had tripped all over his words when he first asked her out, who had helped Henry with his homework, bought her flowers, made her laugh, Walsh was pulling a gun on her. Time slowed as a part of her screamed she needed to act but all she could do is watch in horror as he raised the gun towards her.

Then everything was happening all at once. The sound of gun was loud in her ears as something, someone, crashed into her from the side. She didn’t know why he had come up from her apartment, but she couldn’t fault his timing. A part of her still noticed, and noted, how he not only pushed her out of the way, but angled himself to shield her. And had he really managed to throw something at Walsh in the same movement?

They hit the ground hard and dammit her back was going to be bruised for sure but she didn’t have time to think about that as the body on top of her rolled off with a pained sound and she scrambled around trying to get up. Her fingers closed on an iron pipe and she swung at Walsh, knocking the gun out of his hand. For a second she could have sworn she saw his eyes glow red and she wondered if she had knocked her head when she fell but he was running forward to leap at her, she ducked, and unable to stop he went over the edge before she could do anything.

Cautiously she stepped forward and looked over, she couldn’t help it, the need to see might be morbid was it was undeniable. She jumped back when she saw a dark shape flying up towards her and it took a moment to work out what it was. And even when she did she was still not sure she believed what she was seeing. There was no way there was a freaking flying monkey in front of her, that was just not possible. Even more so that the flying monkey had been her boyfriend. But impossible or not he was flying towards her and they grappled for several unending seconds before she was able to push him back over the ledge. She watched as he fell and explode into dust when he hit the ground.

She stepped back, trying to catch her breath, trying to make sense of what had just happened. If it would even be possible to make sense of the completely nonsensical.

“Emma.” The soft accented voice behind her made her jump, she had forgotten he was out here. “Are you OK?

“Yeah, I’m fi-, shit, your arm. We need to call an ambulance.” She could see the tear in his sleeve and the way the blood was fast soaking through the fabric, and really wished she brought her phone out with her now. She had dealt with injuries on the job, of course, bail jumpers often did not want to come quietly. But those were bruises, the occasional sprain, maybe a small cut. Never something as serious as a gunshot wound, as a single mother she didn’t take cases involving violent offenders for a reason. And while she wasn’t exactly one for seeking out medical treatment herself, even when she probably should, she knew this was something that warranted a hospital visit.

“No! No hospitals.” He shook his head, reaching out as if to stop her only to hiss in pain as the movement pulled at his injured arm. “It’s not that bad, I will be fine.”

“Come on.” She rolled her eyes. “This is not the time for some macho bullshit.”

“It’s not that, a hospital means police, which means questions. Do you want to tell them that the suspect turned into a monkey and disappeared?” No, she really didn’t. She thought it was crazy and she’d seen it with her own eyes. The hospital was out, she just had to hope that no-one had heard the commotion and called the cops already.

“You’re right. Come on, I have a pretty well stocked first aid kit, at least I can patch you up before you bleed out all over the roof.” She hoped he was telling the truth about it not being too bad, she really wasn’t prepared for anything more serious.

She led the way back down to her apartment, and by the lack of activity it seemed no-one had heard the fight, or if they had they were ignoring it like proper New Yorkers. She didn’t usually put faith in luck, but in this case, she would take it if it got them out of having to explain what just happened.

As soon as they were inside she gestured him towards the kitchen, where he propped himself against the counter and started to gingerly remove his jacket, wincing when he had to move his arm. By the time she got back from the bathroom with the first aid kit, he was down to his undershirt, and was using his ruined shirt as a makeshift compress. She quickly dug through the kit and handed him a proper one, before started to gather the rest of what she would need.

“You don’t have to do this, I can manage myself.” He tried to brush off her help in a way that was all too familiar to her.

“You can dress your own shoulder injury all by yourself, can you?” She gave him an incredulous look, not willing to let him push her off.

“I have had to deal with worse on my own.” She looked at him sharply. She could tell he was telling the truth and she couldn’t help wonder what had happened to him that had left him treating this kind of injury, or worse, on his own.

“Well, luckily for you, this time you don’t have to. Anyway, it’s the least I can do, given you got shot pushing me out of the way.” Part of her wanted to be angry at his interference, insist she’d had it all under control. But she hadn’t, and she still hadn’t quite shaken the fear of being faced with that gun in the hands of someone she’d thought she could trust. Any indignation would be a lie. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did, who knows what would have happened.”

“You would have been fine.” He assured her, and there was not a single shred of doubt in his voice. She wasn’t used to people believing in her like that, other than Henry. It was odd to have such faith directed at her from someone who she should be a stranger to.

“I’m not so sure. How did you even know I needed help?” She really didn’t want to think about what could have happened if he hadn’t. However much he believed she would have been fine, she was struggling to have the same faith.

“I’m not exactly sure. I just knew something was wrong.” She had been working on cleaning the wound as they spoke, which thankfully wasn’t quite as bad as she had feared, or it had looked. It probably still should have stiches, but it wasn’t bleeding so badly anymore.

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Walsh turning on her had been so completely unexpected that she’d frozen. She was used to people betraying her, but not in that way. He would not have got as far as a first date if she’d had any suspicion he could be like that. Having Henry meant she took absolutely no chances with the people she let into their lives. Walsh had been the first to actually spend any time with Henry, beyond maybe being introduced. She had trusted him, really trusted him, and that was not something she did easily. She wanted to think she would have recovered in time to protect herself but she wasn’t sure she would have.

As she finished bandaging his arm she turned to throw the trash away and was struck by the strongest feeling of deja vu. Something about this whole situation felt achingly familiar.

She was starting to wonder if she really was missing some memories. It sounded crazy, but the so did her boyfriend turning into a flying monkey and trying to kill her. If that could happen it did not seem quite so farfetched that she could have forgotten several months of her life.

As she really thought about the possibility for the first time her breath caught, because she wanted it. She wanted to remember him, this man who had thrown himself in the path of a bullet for her. She wanted to believe he was hers. Wanted to believe everything she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. He cocked his head and she realised she’d been staring. A small smile started to creep across her face.

“What?” He looked confused in a rather adorable way, until his brow furrowed as if he had just remembered something.

She slowly took the few steps back to where he stood, both surprised and not surprised when he stayed completely still. She didn’t know if she was being as obvious as she felt, but she was glad he wasn’t doing anything but letting her do this. Whatever this was. She stood in front of him, far too close for people who should have been strangers. But he didn’t feel like a stranger, and her hand came up to gently trail her fingers across his cheek. She could feel how he ever so slightly leaned into the touch, eyelids lowering a fraction despite his obvious effort to keep looking at her.

Gathering her courage, and ignoring the voice at the back of her mind asking her what the hell she thought she was doing, she lent forward to press her lips against his. For a second he was frozen against her and she had a flicker of doubt, but then he returned the kiss with a gentle passion, his hands reaching forward to rest at her hips.

She looped her arms around his neck, and almost laughed as she realised she had not even asked his name yet. She would have to get on that. In a minute, she was busy right now.

Then her mind exploded.

She stepped back, hitting the opposite counter as memories flooded her mind.

Giving up Henry, him coming to find her.

Storybrooke. The curse.

Her parents.

Graham. Offering her a job, standing up to Regina.

Dying in her arms.

She blinked rapidly as all the new old memories finally started to settle. Graham had taken a step towards her and reached out as if to help. She could see the concern on his face, but also the hope.

Graham. Graham was standing in front of her. Right now, in her kitchen. Standing, seemingly very much alive.

“Graham?” Her voice somewhere between a laugh and a sob, she pushed herself forward. She needed to touch him, to feel that he was actually here, and this was real. That it wasn’t some dream she was going to wake from only to feel the crushing pain of loss all over again.

“Emma.” He sighed in clear relief. She couldn’t imagine what it had been like for him with her not remembering anything.

“Graham.” She rested a hand on his chest, much like she had that last day before, the other reaching up to his face. “You’re here. You’re alive.”

He smiled and nodded. “And you remember.”

“Yeah.” She wasn’t sure she was quite ready to face the implications of that. She knew what it meant, but that didn’t mean she had to think about it just yet. “But how can you be here?”

How can you be alive when you died? When I held your body and felt the life leave you? When I grieved? When I wanted you there and you were gone? When I had to swallow my feeling every day? She could feel herself tearing up and blinked rapidly, trying not to let him see. Of course, it didn’t work, and he used his uninjured arm to pull her towards him. She went easily, tucking herself against him, the warmth of his body reminding her that he was here.

“It was the curse. Or the undoing of it, at least that was what we assumed. I woke up with everyone else back in the Enchanted Forest. We could never be completely sure, the only person who might have done was ‘Stiltskin himself, but the theory was that as I died under the curse, when the curse was undone, I was returned with everyone else.” It made as much sense as anything in her life had since Henry turned upon her doorstep, and she didn’t much care about the how when he was here holding her.

She had so many questions, how they got back here, how Hook was with him, why they were here now. But for the moment she was content just to stay right where she was and soak in the feeling of having him back.

The rest of her questions could wait.

[gremma-appreciation]

Here is the list of theme days for our next event!

Keep in mind that this is just a guide for your muse. While it is fun to have it on the exact day, you’re not going to get any less attention by being late or early. Choose to do all or some. And have fun with it! Take it straight, or twist it to fit. Combine days if you wish! Make it for edits, fanfic, vids, headcanons - all is welcome!

July 22nd-August 5th

Saturday, July 22: Color - palates, color porn, single color choices Sunday, July 23: Dark - dark themes, black and white Monday, July 24: Missing Scenes - things that would fit into canon without changing canon (e.g. during season 1, in the Underworld, etc) Tuesday, July 25: Scenery/Locations - Wednesday, July 26: Charming Family Day (in honor of @procharmingfamilywhose blog will be closing this summer) - anything involving David, Snow, Emma, and/or Henry Thursday, July 27: Happy - happy moments, fluff, warm fuzzy feels Friday, July 28: Sad - tragic moments, sadfic, tragedy Saturday, July 29: Modern AUs - high school, coffee shop, etc. No magic, no curses. Sunday, July 30: Historical or Fantasy AUs - FTL, period fics, supernatural beings, etc. Monday, July 31: Emma Swan/Jennifer Morrison - All things Emma or Jen #TheDucklingBrigade Tuesday, August 1: Humor - funny moments, crack, + text posts, etc Wednesday, August 2: Faceless/Up Close and Personal - aesthetics, touch, etc Thursday, August 3: Graham Humbert/Jamie Dornan - All things Graham or Jamie #TheDeputyPack Friday, August 4: Romance/Love/Sex - romantic scenes, love stories, smut Saturday, August 5: Canon Divergence - taking canon as a jumping off point and then doing things that change canon’s outcome.

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[snowbellewells]

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.

[hollyethecurious]

For the "Send me a Ship" ask, will you take more than one? (If you'd rather not - a couple are more obscure or not so popular anymore - pick any one you want! ;) Henry & Violet (Did that have a name?), Liam & Belle (or Naval Beauty), and Gremma/HuntSwan/Graham & Emma (if - horror of horrors! - Killian had not arrived on our screens!)

I will take as many as you want to dish out ;o) (and yes! Great minds, lol)

Henry & Violet

ew / nonono / not my thing / i don’t see it / maybe / they get on alright / awww / ship it / brotp / foetp / otp / MY HEART

I don’t ship kids, but I think these two were super cute on the show. I especially loved Killian’s reactions to Henry’s coming of age.

Naval Beauty

ew / nonono / not my thing / i don’t see it / maybe / they get on alright / ship it / brotp / foetp / otp / MY HEART

I can definitely see them together. They aren’t my OTP for each other, but I enjoying reading them as a couple in fic.

Gremma

ew / nonono / not my thing / i don’t see it / maybe / they get on alright / ship it / brotp / foetp / otp / MY HEART 

I wasn’t 100% on board with these two in season one. I will admit that part of that was because I kept expecting Henry’s father to come onto the scene at some point, and I didn’t want to get overly invested in Gremma if the show was going to introduce a love triangle with Henry’s father. I was super sad when Graham died, and if he’d stayed I might have warmed up to the idea of them together, but...

[diddykongfan]

so i made a thing for my Forever AU whoops let's pretend that's not obviously NYC behind Henry Morgan instead of Storybrooke and Graham.

[halfbakedstyles]

I made a ouat vine

[afirewiel]

Reblog if You are sick and tired of having to defending Gremma as TL, but will continue to do so as long as people insist that it isn't.

[lessawildmoon]

@foreveracharmedone, So apparently promising Thursday was just jinxing myself, as that turned out to be the worst day of what wasn’t a great week to begin with. In light of that I am not going to repeat that mistake by promising part three by the end of the week, but the first draft is close to complete so I don’t anticipate it being long.

Title: Phantom Memories (Part Two)

Rating: T (Emma has a mouth on her)

Ship: Gremma. Also Killian&Graham and Killian&Emma friendships.

Summary: A Gremma version of ‘New York City Serenade’. For the purposes of this AU, events up to the middle of S3 happened more or less as per canon, except that Emma and Killian developed a close friendship rather than the beginnings of a romance.

This was crazy.

Emma couldn’t quite believe that she was actually doing this, breaking into some apartment because some weird guy with ridiculously pretty handwriting, who had randomly shown up at her apartment and then crashed her date, had told her she would find answers here. But he had been right about one thing. Something did feel wrong. And she couldn’t not look into it, not now her instincts were telling her there was something to it.

It had absolutely nothing to with it being a good distraction from Walsh’s unexpected proposal. Nope, nothing at all. Completely unconnected.

She could see the apartment had been unoccupied for a while by the layer of dust covering everything. Glancing around to get a feel for the place, her eye was immediately caught by the dreamcatcher hanging in the window. A very familiar looking dreamcatcher, and one that did not bring back fond memories. She unhooked it, turning it over in her hands.

Fly paper for nightmares.

Neal. Son of a bitch.

Unopened mail sat on the table confirmed that this was really Neal’s apartment. Dammit. Was that what this was all about? Fucking Neal? Some scam to get back in her life, into Henry’s life? Did he know about Henry? She tried to shake off the feeling of betrayal at idea this was all some scheme of Neal’s, that the seemingly genuine concern the two men had shown about her was fake. And yet it didn’t feel right. It seemed obvious on the surface, given they had led her to Neal’s apartment. But to associate them with Neal just felt plain wrong, something in her violently rejecting the concept.

She had spent a lifetime trusting her gut, and it was telling her that they could be trusted, despite all the evidence to the contrary. And the conflict between what she felt and what she knew was giving her headache.

A bloody cloth on the couch only posed more questions. Had Neal been hurt here, or someone else? What had he been involved in? She might not exactly have warm feelings for him anymore, but she didn’t wish to see him hurt. Or at least not the level of hurt suggested by the blood.

She was already starting to regret coming here, she should’ve left it well enough alone. She should have ignored the madmen ranting to her about other worlds and curses. Damn Walsh’s crappy timing. But having started, she had to see it through.

She looked around again, and this time the camera sat in front of the TV caught her eye. Specifically, the name patch sewn on to the strap, and her blood ran cold. She tried to tell herself it could just be a coincidence, it was hardly an uncommon name. But the fact her ex had a camera with her son’s name on it in his apartment seemed a bit too much to be chance.

Checking it, she saw most of the film had already been used. She would get it developed and put this to rest. She would get the pictures and they would prove she was crazy for giving any credence to this whole ridiculous story. Then she would kick the ass of whoever was responsible so she could put this behind her and get on with her life.

Even if that did mean having to actually think about Walsh’s question.

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Graham rubbed his hand together for warmth as he sat waiting in the park. It wasn’t unpleasantly cold, and he had certainly handled much worse, but there was still enough of a chill in the Spring air to be noticeable. Especially when sat stationary for a long period of time. Even so, he still preferred this to the cramped motel room they had acquired. It was not exactly a forest, but it was close enough to shake of the claustrophobic feeling that the enclosed space had given him.

They had decided that only one of them would wait at a time, in the hope that Emma might be more willing to trust them if they were not outnumbering her. He doubted it would make a difference, but it couldn’t hurt their chances.

He honestly was not expecting to see her at all. He was sure she had just dismissed their words, their attempts to tell her who she really was. He would not give up, not by any stretch, but he was anticipating they would have to come up with another plan, a different approach, maybe several before they found one that worked. But they did not have any better ideas just yet, so waiting in the hope they had piqued her curiosity enough was all they could do.

Which was why her sudden appearance came as such a shock.

He barely had time to stand and say her name in surprise before she was laying into him, waving what appeared to be a stack of photos in his direction. “What the hell is going on? Are you working with Neal? What is with these photos, we never took these, Henry and I have never even been to a place called Storybrooke. We never did any of this. Is this some kind of scam? What does he want? Why didn’t you tell me it was his apartment?”

“Would you have gone if we had? After what he did to you?” With so many questions fired at him, he focussed on the last one, trying not to take offense at the assumption he was working with her ex. It was not an unreasonable conclusion, given the circumstances. But he still bristled at the accusation.

“And what would you know about what he did to me?” He wasn’t sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, whether his knowledge of her past would help convince her he knew her, or only make her more suspicious.

“Because you told me.” She hadn’t exactly wanted to, no more than he had wanted to ask, but it had flagged in her background check so they had not really had any choice.

“Right. Before, I just don’t remember.” She shook her head, “I have no idea what game you are playing, but you are crazy if you think I am going to buy that bullshit story.”

“Then how do you explain the photos. You and Henry, in Storybrooke. You don’t remember it but the pictures show you were there.” Henry having left his camera was an unexpected boon. They had not done more than briefly look into the apartment to make sure it was as it had been left a year ago. They had not wanted to risk tampering with something that might have jogged her memory, or make it look like they had set it up. That there were photos was far beyond what they had imagined. It would be hard for her to maintain her denial when she had such evidence in front of her that there was something she was not remembering.

“I don’t know, you could have photoshopped them or something.” Hard, but not impossible, not for her. It was not going to be that easy. But he could hear the uncertainty in her voice, they had given her cause to doubt, they were getting through.

“We didn’t. And you know that. You know we aren’t lying.” He could feel a little bit of his frustration leaking out despite his best efforts. But it hurt to stand in front of her when she did not know him, to have to beg her to believe him about who she was. The fact that she was here at all meant she must be seeing that something was wrong, but it was not enough.

“Just because you believe what you are saying doesn’t make it true.” She fired back at him, unwilling to give an inch.

“Excuse me miss, are you OK?” They both started at the interruption, turning in unison to look at the man who had spoken.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She snapped at their unwelcome intruder with a bit of confusion.

“Are you sure? This man isn’t bothering you at all? You just seemed a little distressed.” The man gave him what he assumed was supposed to be an intimidating look and he resisted the urge to laugh. He had no idea who he was facing. Or exactly how bad it would go for him if he decided to start a fight. Graham gave the other man an unimpressed look up and down before returning his attention to Emma, ready to follow her lead, and dismissing him as any kind of threat.

“Yes, I’m sure. But thank you for asking.” She was smiling, but he knew her well enough to hear the irritation in her voice, and to see the way her spine stiffened at the interference. He was not the only one annoyed at the interruption.

“Ok, if you’re sure miss.” He did not sound too sure, but maybe his survival instinct had kicked in enough to realise they were not a pair he wanted to be at odds with. Whatever the reason, he went on his way, to the relief of both of them.

When they were alone again, Emma paused for a moment before seeming to come to a decision. “Come on.”

Gesturing her head at him she turned on her heel and started walking at a brisk pace, not so much as looking back to make sure he was following.

Not that she needed to. Whether she knew it or not, he would follow her anywhere.

[gremma-appreciation]

Plans for Gremma Appreciation Month

So, for the most part the Gremma Appreciation Month will be free form: anything and everything that inspires us. However, I thought a couple themed days throughout may help get inspiration flowing.

So, here are the planned theme days*:

Saturday, December 6: All things Graham Humbert (by himself and brOTPs)

Sunday, December 7: All things Emma Swan (by herself and brOTPs)

Thursday, December 11: All things The Heart is A Lonely Hunter, in honor of the anniversary. Canon divergence encouraged, canon feels appreciated

Saturday, December 27: Canon divergence day. In which you take canon, and add Gremma!

Sunday, December 28: Alternate Universe day. Truly AU, like EF AUs, coffee shop AUs, movie AUs, etc.

Sunday, December 14 thru Saturday, December 20: Meme Week

December 14: What made you first start shipping Gremma? 

December 15: Funniest moment?

December 16: What is your favorite Gremma-related item?

December 17: Most romantic scene?

December 18: What is your favorite underrated Gremma moment?

December 19: Favorite quote?

December 20: What is the one thing you would have most liked to see between them?

You can reply to this meme in meta, gifsets, vids, graphics, a combination therein, whatever your heart desires!

*theme days are subject to change based on amount of submissions, so submit soon or let me know if you have something planned for the day! 

[snowbellewells]

Okay, so @laschatzi said “and anyone who wants to play” at the end of her tag game answers, so I’m going for it! :)

Top 3 ships: Captain Swan, Gremma/Huntswan (whichever the preferred name for Graham and Emma was), Hooking Utensil

Lipstick or Chapstick - Most of the time, neither

Last Song - Yours is the Glory - Matt Redman

Last Movie - Frozen II (in the theater anyway)

Reading - Christmas Bells (about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)  by: Jennifer Chiaverini (spelling?)  True to You by Becky Wade, Knox by Susan May Warren, What Hindered Love by Melanie Tillman, and A Curse so Dark and Lonely by Brigid Kemmerer  (I know it’s ridiculous, but I tend to get a lot of books going at once!)

tagging: @searchingwardrobes @whimsicallyenchantedrose @thislassishooked @winterbaby89 @captainsjedi @thisonesatellite

[madrebelhunter]

The Huntsman In Love With His Swan

{For Everyone Who Still Hopes For GREMMA & GRAHAM}

[djarinshelm]

Another Gremma fic! I couldn't help myself, and I really needed to type out my feelings.

Rating: K+

Summary: A series of drabbles following Graham's death as he watches over Emma in his ghostly form. Completed.

[arianakristine]

Gremma Appreciation Week

So ... I'm doing this.

I got some tentative interest, so I'm starting to build a sideblog around a week for Gremma Appreciation. UNDER CONSTRUCTION

We'll do

art

fic

vids

headcanons

gremma spam

theme days

etc

All week. And I'm willing for suggestions for more!!

How does July 13-19 sound to everyone?

[diddykongfan]

you    s a v e d     me                                           you took my life from                      black     &      white now i live             in   t e c h n i c o l o r

Jesse McCartney - In Technicolor, Part II [x]

[halfbakedstyles]

is anyone else loving that emma has mentioned graham twice this season they're doing this on purpose and i just want to kiss the writers on top of their head can we please get some sort of plot for a season finale where graham and come back pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls