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rumbelleshowdown · 5 months ago

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Question: How many unused prompts were left after the Showdown?

Answer: 170! And here they are! (Under the cut, b/c long.)

You’re not like me.

Trust isn’t everything.

Liberties.

Teeth.

The light’s gone out.

Sweet or savory.

Worst patient.

Flower of fate.

Workplace romance.

Cinderella AU.

Wake the prince.

Runaway bride.

Little Gideon, shop, Weaver.

Leather and steel.

Magical exhaustion.

Near-death.

Fluffy clouds, shapes, sunlight.

Dark, darker, darkest.

The Book of Kells.

The Long Room.

Irish pub with music.

Historical AU – Victorian.

Sharing a dreamscape.

Milestones.

First kisses.

Last time.

Tea shop.

Hedge maze.

Heist gone wrong.

Last of the teabags.

Phone battery low.

Is the ghost friendly?

A bad book.

Uglier than you are.

Talking in your sleep.

Modern pop culture references

Soulmate au -seeing colors

Overhears talking to self

Plus size belle

Chatroom/catfishing

Matchmaker henry

Appearance glamor

Blind/deaf main character

Talking tea pots

Dreaming of maidens and monsters.

Whispers of desire.

Belle kicks Zelena’s ass.

TikTok trends.

Twister game night.

This isn’t your Uber.

Adopting a new pet.

Deck of cards.

Aquarium, coffee, washing machine.

Preparing for something big.

Words on your skin.

Enchanted Forest.

High School Musical.

Station 19.

Hyperion Heights.

Little girl named Rose.

Storm, poison, tears, light.

Sacrifice, True Love, healing.

Weaver doesn’t make it.

Nurse Belle.

Please help my Papa.

Please, wake up.

Sacrifice, pain, light, laugh.

Don’t leave me alone.

Whiskey in a teacup.

Night talk.

Butler!Gold.

The Light One!Belle.

Let’s just pretend.

Blood went cold.

Greenhouse, museum.

Twirling in his arms.

Crushed wedding.

Flirting at a ball.

“I forgot to shave?”

“There is only me.”

Forget-me-nots.

Candyshop, Baelfire, awkward.

Creature of darkness.

Bird in a cage.

Yearning for adventures.

Turn no into maybe.

I have school tomorrow.

Some bathing suits shouldn’t…

Let’s keep this one.

Younger and younger.

My bag of tricks.

Slowly yet surely.

weaver.

Warm and cozy.

Library, lingerie, desk, defile.

Ravenous, coverage, squirting.

Moving out.

Moving in.

Cat sitting.

“Well, this is awkward.”

Red wine.

Storybrooke’s incumbent mayor.

Hiring Mr. Cassidy.

Dagger, snow, fire.

Arrows, magic, curse.

Curse, awakening, assassin.

Heroes.

The witching hour.

Salt.

Touch.

Honeymoon.

Cloud gazing.

Spontaneous presents.

Handcuffs.

Stroking the hair.

Soothing caress.

Selfie.

One last taste

“Please don’t go.”

Blood and tears.

Wedding on the run.

Werewolves, bake bread, family.

Detective, curious, strange.

Amnesia, photographs, scent, blankets.

Bird in a cage.

Secret garden.

Fairy, mischief, music-box, mist.

Empty, street lamp, snow.

Ball dancing, imp, tease.

The girl is drunk.

Golden hour.

Lantern, fright, cloak.

Crooked teeth.

Magic ritual.

Magical flower.

White sheets, bright light.

Lonely night.

Stuck in my brain.

Ski/Skateboard.

Surfing.

Dreadful weather.

Strange love, trouble, ghost.

Heaven in hiding, garden.

Gardener.

3 am, drive, hurricane.

Dress made of gold.

Dizzy, truth or dare.

Suffocating, night, walk, breath.

Running away.

Ocean waves.

Haunted house.

Witch!Belle, magical library, Salem.

Insane.

Gloom.

Goose, attack, hug.

Strawberry shortcake, tongue, blood.

Horrid sight, “How dear.”

Liminal space.

Hatred, “You saved me.”

Poetry, smoking, naked, paintings.

“It’s our secret, then.”

Forest spirit.

Jeweler!Gold.

Misty town, secrets.

Something to uncover.

Mermaid/merman.

Fall through the ice.

Forest is my home.

Dumb and dumber.

You don’t know everything.

#rumbelle showdown #showdown prompts

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themattress · 2 years ago

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OUAT Season/Episode Opinion Masterpost

ONCE UPON A TIME:

1. Pilot - GREAT 2. The Thing You Love Most - GREAT 3. Snow Falls - GOOD 4. The Price of Gold - GOOD 5. That Still Small Voice - GOOD 6. The Shepherd - GOOD 7. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter - GREAT 8. Desperate Souls - GREAT 9. True North - OK 10. 7:15 A.M - GOOD 11. Fruit of the Poisonous Tree - OK 12. Skin Deep - GREAT 13. What Happened to Fredrick - GOOD 14. Dreamy - GOOD 15. Red-Handed - GREAT 16. Heart of Darkness - GOOD 17. Hat Trick - GREAT 18. The Stable Boy - GOOD 19. The Return - GREAT 20. The Stranger - GREAT 21. An Apple Red As Blood - GREAT 22. A Land Without Magic - GREAT 23. Broken - GREAT 24. We Are Both - GOOD 25. Lady of the Lake - GREAT 26. The Crocodile - GOOD 27. The Doctor - GREAT 28. Tallahassee - GREAT 29. Child of the Moon - POOR 30. Into the Deep - GOOD 31. Queen of Hearts - GREAT 32. The Cricket Game - OK 33. The Outsider - OK 34. In the Name of the Brother - OK 35. Tiny - OK 36. Manhattan - GREAT 37. The Queen is Dead - GREAT 38. The Miller's Daughter - GREAT 39. Welcome to Storybrooke - BAD 40. Selfless, Brave and True - BAD 41. Lacey - BAD 42. The Evil Queen - BAD 43. Second Star to the Right - GREAT 44. And Straight On 'Til Morning - GREAT 45. The Heart of the Truest Believer - GREAT 46. Lost Girl - GOOD 47. Quite a Common Fairy - GREAT 48. Nasty Habits - OK 49. Good Form - GOOD 50. Ariel - GREAT 51. Dark Hollow - GREAT 52. Think Lovely Thoughts - GREAT 53. Save Henry - GOOD 54. The New Neverland - OK 55. Going Home - GREAT 56. New York City Serenade - GOOD 57. Witch Hunt - GREAT 58. The Tower - OK 59. Quiet Minds - OK 60. It's Not Easy Being Green - POOR 61. The Jolly Roger - GOOD 62. Bleeding Through - POOR 63. A Curious Thing - POOR 64. Kansas - POOR 65. Snow Drifts - GREAT 66. There's No Place Like Home - GREAT 67. A Tale of Two Sisters = OK 68. White Out = OK 69. Rocky Road = GOOD 70. The Apprentice = GREAT 71. Breaking Glass = POOR 72. Family Business = OK 73. The Snow Queen = GREAT 74. Smash the Mirror = GOOD 75. Fall = GOOD 76. Shattered Sight = GREAT 77. Heroes and Villains = POOR 78. Darkness on the Edge of Town - GOOD 79. Unforgiven - POOR 80. Enter the Dragon - POOR 81. Poor Unfortunate Soul - GOOD 82. Best Laid Plans - POOR 83. Heart of Gold - POOR 84. Sympathy for the De Vil - GOOD 85. Lily - OK 86. Mother - OK 87. Operation Mongoose: Part 1 - GOOD 88. Operation Mongoose: Part 2 - GOOD 89. The Dark Swan = OK 90. The Price = POOR 91. Siege Perilous = GOOD 92. The Broken Kingdom = GREAT 93. Dreamcatcher = OK 94. The Bear and the Bow = POOR 95. Nimue = GREAT 96. Birth = GOOD 97. The Bear King = OK 98. Broken Heart = GREAT 99. Swan Song = GOOD 100. Souls of the Departed = GOOD 101. Labor of Love = GOOD 102. Devil’s Due = OK 103. The Brothers Jones = GOOD 104. Our Decay = GOOD 105. Her Handsome Hero = POOR 106. Ruby Slippers = OK 107. Sisters = GREAT 108. Firebird = GREAT 109. Last Rites = GREAT 110. Only You = OK 111. An Untold Story = POOR 112. The Savior - POOR 113. A Bitter Draught - POOR 114. The Other Shoe - GOOD 115. Strange Case - GOOD 116. Street Rats - POOR 117. Dark Waters - OK 118. Heartless - OK 119. I’ll Be Your Mirror - POOR 120. Changelings - BAD 121. Wish You Were Here - BAD 122. Tougher Than The Rest - BAD 123. Murder Most Foul - OK 124. Ill-Boding Patterns - BAD 125. Page 23 - BAD 126. A Wondrous Place - GOOD 127. Mother’s Little Helper - OK 128. Awake - BAD 129. Where Bluebirds Fly - POOR 130. The Black Fairy - OK 131. The Song In Your Heart - GOOD 132. The Final Battle: Part 1 - OK 133. The Final Battle: Part 2 - OK 134. Hyperion Heights - OK 135. A Pirate's Life - OK 136. The Garden of Forking Paths - BAD 137. Beauty - POOR 138. Greenbacks - POOR 139. Wake-Up Call - BAD 140. Eloise Gardener - POOR 141. Pretty in Blue - POOR 142. One Little Tear - BAD 143. The Eighth Witch - BAD 144. Secret Garden - BAD 145. A Taste of the Heights - POOR 146. Knightfall - OK 147. The Girl in the Tower - GOOD 148. Sisterhood - BAD 149. Breadcrumbs - OK 150. Chosen - POOR 151. The Guardian - OK 152. Flower Child - BAD 153. Is This Henry Mills - POOR 154. Homecoming - OK 155. Leaving Storybrooke - POOR

ONCE UPON A TIME IN WONDERLAND:

1. Down the Rabbit Hole - OK 2. Trust Me - OK 3. Forget Me Not - GOOD 4. The Serpent - GREAT 5. Heart of Stone - GOOD 6. Who's Alice - GREAT 7. Bad Blood - GREAT 8. Home - GREAT 9. Nothing To Fear - POOR 10. Dirty Little Secret - GOOD 11. Heart of the Matter - GREAT 12. To Catch a Thief - GOOD 13. And They Lived - GREAT

MATHEMATICAL AVERAGES:

Season 1 = 4.4 (GOOD) 1A = 4.4 (GOOD) 1B = 4.4 (GOOD)

Season 2 = 3.6 (OK) 2A = 4.3 (GOOD) 2B = 3.1 (OK)

Season 3 = 3.8 (OK) 3A = 4.3 (GOOD) 3B = 3.3 (OK)

Season 4 = 3.3 (OK) 4A = 3.6 (OK) 4B = 2.7 (POOR)

Season 5 = 3.6 (OK) 5A = 3.6 (OK) 5B = 3.8 (OK)

Season 6 = 2.5 (POOR) 6A = 2.5 (POOR) 6B = 2.5 (POOR)

Season 7 = 2.0 (POOR) 7A = 1.8 (BAD) 7B = 2.3 (POOR)

Wonderland = 4.2 (GOOD) A = 4.2 (GOOD) B = 4.2 (GOOD)

#Once Upon a Time #ABC #Opinion #Comparison #This has been a PSA

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eirian-houpe · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday (Part 2 - On Haitus)

Here are the fics that are not yet finished on my AO3 page that are currently on haitus, and those which are in the process of being transferred from other sites also. Bear in mind that the status of any of these fics could shift from one list to the other at any point.

Chain of Command: When the IOA replaces Carter as the head of the Atlantis Expedition, and the first thing that happens is the alienation of long standing allies, in spite of Sheppard's best efforts, trouble can't be far behind. Woolsey's command is given a baptism of fire when the Alpha team is ambushed off world, and hampered by a lack of intel they truly are on their own.

Breathe: As the Lucian Alliance attack Icarus Base, Doctor Rush makes the decision that dialing back to Earth is too dangerous, though that may not at all be his reason for attempting to dial the ninth chevron, persuaded by Eli, and by something Belle had said to him previously, he substitues Earth for Icarus, and the connection is made. In spite of hurrying to urge Belle to the 'Gate room and through the 'Gate, neither he, nor anyone else believes that Belle actually made it on board Destiny...

If: As We Try: Donovan is missing. Has the pressure of being commander of an SOG unit, a husband, and new father finally got to him? And will the team sell out to protect their own lives?

Cobra: In Your Prayers: Sutherland's government and cabinet members might think the disasters faced because of the cyber attacks are finished, but around the world, allies and enemies alike are discovering that not to be the case. Disasters escalate, and it takes multiple agencies to tackle the problem head on. As if that weren't enough, the personal lives of people seems to be unraveling before their very eyes.

Darkness Falls On Hyperion Heights: When Librarian and Scholar Belle French arrives in Hyperion Heights in search of an artifact stolen from the British Museum and to enlist the help of Detective Weaver in that search, events in the Heights go from mildly intruiging to dangerously terrifying. Can Belle and Detective Weaver find the truth before time runs out?

Storybrooke's Best Kept Secret: Ruby has a secret, even though she doesn't know she does, until one day she bumps into the one man who can carry the secret out of the cottage in the woods - though not literally. Now that he know the secret, however, what will Jefferson /do/ with it, and what would it mean for Storybrooke if he were to tell Gold? Is Gold even awake... And what might happen if the Dark One discovered the truth?

Scattered: Casting a spell, any spell - at least the ones that involve more than just the wave of a hand, or worse, the wave of an irritating fairy’s wand - takes time, and patience, and the right ingredients, and… just like any recipe, if you get it wrong, it doesn’t mean the cake won’t cook, rather then will, just with unexpected or unintended outcomes. All of Rumplestiltskin’s careful planning and manipulation, all of his hopes and dreams turn to dust; ashes in his bitter heart in the blink of an eye… in the fall of an equine heart. Belle exchanges one terrible prison for another, and it’s one she is desperate to escape, and though Rumple’s fate as The Savior was severed from him centuries ago, sometimes fate itself has a way of finding an alternate route home.

All Our Past Mistakes: Doctor Gold, professor of history at the local campus of Maine University, is stuck in a loveless, and one might say abusive relationship with a wife who is less than attentive to their family, and whom he suspects cares little for her marital vows. His resolve to maintain his own faithfullness is sorely tested by the presence of one of his new students - a junior by the name of Belle French - whom it seems fate is determined to put in his way. The two become embroiled in a passionate, and redemptive relationship, but not before suffering numerous setbacks and separations. This is no instantaneous happy ever after, but a tale of two hurt souls finding their way together through darkness and despair.

What the Actual Fuck!: Prime Minister Robert Sutherland is feeling pressured, and isn't prepared to acquiesce to the repeated challenges from within his cabinet nor the wider circle of those around him. He resorts to drastic measures to ascertain who can be trusted, turning to an 'old friend' to help him separate the wheat from the chaff. Said friend promises to send in his best operative to assist the PM, the trouble is the operative finds out more than Robert necessarily wants to know, and all this just as all hell is breaking loose around him; people hurt, Britain in chaos and multiple deaths push him into making some hard hitting decisions in order to safeguard himself, the country, and the people he cares about.

Butterfly and Phoenix: In the aftermath of the destruction of the Charon in the Mirror Universe, and Discovery's return to the Prime Universe, some things are not at all as expected. Conflict rages in the Mirror Universe as various factions try to seize control, and one in particular tries to recruit a familiar face to spearhead their campaign. In the meantime, it seems, fate - or the universe - is playing games with the lives of Discovery's crew and a 'revenant' wants someone to make good on their word, and will go to any length to get their own way. Weaving together, canon, non canon, and a lot of wishful thinking - and trying to make sense of the ideas in my head.

Coming Down: After West Group steals Mutiny, and Joe shows up to protest his innocent to Cameron, cold hard realizations leave Joe with only one way to go - and like a cornered rat, he comes out fighting for the ones he loves - not for the faint hearted.

Armor of Ice: Inspired by Season 2 Episode 5 - set an indeterminate length of time after the events of that episode. Sara has left Joe, this is the fall out.

Duath i-Achas Eriol: After many years of peace under the rule of the High King Elessar, Middle Earth is once again at war with a new Shadow rising out of the east. The elves have returned in defense of the lands they once cared for, and never more so than now has the power of love and light been tested. (3rd/4th Age book/movie mingle). WARNING: Ch1 may be triggering for some. contains non-con scene.

If: With No Choice: sequel to If... As We Try

#WiP Wednesday #WiPs On Hiatus

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intothewickedwood · 2 years ago

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: Links to My Recaps

So, I finished 3 year long rewatch of ouat & ouatiw a few weeks ago and I thought I’d post links to my live reaction posts of each episode. If anyone’s interested in anything specific you can find it here. It’s also just to have them all in one place. I would love to see your comments about the episodes or in regards to any questions I raised, or anything really if you would like to add anything! I’d love to talk Ouat with you!

All Episodes Tag

Chronological Order | Last To First Order

Season One

Season Two

Season Three

Season Four

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

Once Upon A Time In Wonderland

#ouat #once upon a time #captain swan #rumbelle #snowing #emma swan #regina mills #killian jones #curious archer #knightrook #alice jones #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan #henry mills #ouatiw #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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teaespensonawards · 3 years ago

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Our 2022 T.E.A. Winners!

I would like to thank everyone who participated in the Rumbelle fandom on tumblr over the past year. In the past ten years! Holy crap, ten years.

Thank you to all of the fanwork creators, every damn one of you. Thank you to the people who read and enjoy art, especially those who leave encouraging comments for creators.

All right, that said, how would y’all like to see this year’s winners?

2022 T.E.A. Winners

Fluff

FAMILY

A Moment’s Peace and Quiet, by @shadowedoracle

BEST CHILD FIC

The Hunt for the Green Unicorn, by @woodelf68

Smut

KINK

Presents, by @kelyon

COMEDY

Silver Tongue, by @thestraggletag

THREESOME

Trinity, by @deliriumsdelight7

BEST FIRST TIME

A Change of Seasons, by @deliriumsdelight7

BDSM

Begging on His Bended Knees, by @kelyon

Angst

WHY?

Jupiter’s Water, by @deliriumsdelight7

HURTS SO GOOD

Evening, by @peacehopeandrats

Romance

BEST COURTSHIP

Tattercloak, by @deliriumsdelight7

BEST FIRST MEETING

Her Angel, by @kelyon

General Awards

BEST ONE-SHOT

Covet the Dark Within, by @comradegiddybiscuit

BEST COMEDY FIC

Mr. September, by @thatravenclawbitch

BEST MOVIE AU

Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat, by @deliriumsdelight7

BEST TV SHOW AU

Tattercloak, by @deliriumsdelight7

BEST AU INSPIRED BY OTHER MEDIA

Jupiter’s Water, by @deliriumsdelight7

BEST HISTORICAL AU

Pompeii: Burn for You, by @reolf

BEST SERIES

Rumbelle Me a Story, by @peacehopeandrats

BEST NOVEL LENGTH FIC

Disparate Pathways, by @eirian-houpe

BEST REMIX

Disparate Pathways, by @eirian-houpe

BEST DARK CASTLE

Presents, by @kelyon

Special Categories

BEST GOLDEN LACE

Keeping Up Appearances, by @comradegiddybiscuit

BEST RUMBELLE POLY SHIP

Trinity, by @deliriumsdelight7

BEST SUPERNATURAL

One of the Others, by @mareyshelley

BEST HORROR

Darkness Falls on Hyperion Heights, by @eirian-houpe

BEST CREATURE AU

Goldzilla AU, by @phoenixfeatherquill

BEST DARK ONE LORE FIC

Covet the Dark Within, by @comradegiddybiscuit

BEST TROPE

Brought to You by the Color Blue, by @eirian-houpe

BEST PANDEMIC/QUARANTINE FIC

Virtual Session, by @thestraggletag

Events

RSS

Mr. September, by @thatravenclawbitch

Character Awards

BEST SPINNER!RUMPLE

Her Angel, by @kelyon

BEST WOOBIE!RUMPLE

Begging on His Bended Knees, by @kelyon

BEST BAELFIRE/NEAL

A Rose in Winter, by @emospritelet

Art

BEST FAN ART

Neverland Kiss, by @milaeryn

BEST FLUFF ART

Just One More Kiss, by @milaeryn

BEST ARTIST

@virgidearie

BEST NEW ARTIST

@milaeryn

Best Overalls

BEST AUTHOR

@deliriumsdelight7

BEST ANYELLE FIC

Finding a Cure, by @deliriumsdelight7

LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT

Awarded to a person who has done something spectacular in the fandom. Either by making people feel welcome, organizing events, or simply embodying the Rumbelle fandom as a whole.

Congratulations to @thatravenclawbitch for being such a beloved contributor to the fandom! <3

NEWBIE SPOTLIGHT

@milaeryn @comradegiddybiscuit @mellkat1986

Welcome, new Rumbellers, to our delightfully and spectacularly filthy little corner of the fandom!!

#The Espenson Awards #Rumbelle #Rumbelle fic #Rumbelle art #Rumplestiltskin #Belle French #Anyelle #Anyem

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askisabella · 2 years ago

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* HYPERION HEIGHTS AU ;

alternate universe from December 7th to January 7th. tagged as [ hh au * ]

Wren Isabella ‘Izzie’ Ortiz sofia carson

she is twenty one years old

a photography major at Seattle who works part time at Apples, Arrows and Archery

single

important connections; daughter to to Roni Ortiz Regina Mills and Robin Locksley. raised by/niece of Cassie Nighingale.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY

Isabella is the biological daughter of Regina and Robin Locksley and the sister to Henry Mills. They all traveled to the New Enchanted Forest for an adventure only to stumble into a dangerous situation. Isabella knew her mother was training Drizella in magic, but didn’t understand how that led to standing in the middle of the courtyard without a heart. The only way to stop Drizella from crushing Isabella heart was for Regina to cast a dark curse, which she adamantly screamed at her mother not to do before the smoke rolled in. Now cursed, Isabella Locksley is Wren Ortiz the daughter of Roni Ortiz. A daughter who was removed by child protective services due to Roni’s unsafe behaviors and lack of responsibility, and placed with her aunt. Wren is young woman with a bit of a wild streak, a love for photography and music, now consumed by an emptiness inside she tries to fill with company she shouldn’t.

CURSED BIOGRAPHY

Wren Isabella Ortiz was born to Roni Ortiz in Seattle, Washington. Growing up, Wren never gave much thought to the absence of her father. In fact, most of her child years were spent trying to understand why she lived with her aunt Cassie and rarely saw her mother. It wasn’t until the teen years Wren discovered her mother, Roni, would have rather lived an unsafe lifestyle instead of trying to clean up to keep her child. After she graduated high school that she began to wonder where her father went and why neither parent cared enough to stick around. Aunt Cassies constant persistence for Wren to give Roni a chance only furthered the girls insecurities. She currently attends SeattleU for photography, works for Rowan Oxley’s archery business Apple’s Arrows as a fletcher and private instructor, and spends her free time with friends. A little over a year ago, Wren fell into the wrong kind of older guy. He gave her attention, compliments and treated her unlike anyone had before. He seemed the perfect gentlemen, at first. It wasn’t until she began frequent a local pub far away from her mothers bar, underage but she never drank, with Colt and his friends red flags began to show. Desperately to feel wanted, needed and desired, they were ignored until someone stepped in. Rowan pulled Wren aside to warn her of the type man Colt was rumored to be. Desperate not to lose someone else, Wren adamantly told the man he was wrong. She didn’t mind that Colt needed to know where she was at all time, or if she had to ask to spend time with others, or how possessive he was when they were out – it was all because he loved her! It wasn’t until a few weeks later when friends were sitting around a table that Colt noticed Wren’s soured mood when they are here and asked why. The truth was revealed and a side of Colt revealed never seen before. Fear flashed in brown eyes quickly dismissed as she was manhandled in the alley behind. The need for comfort led her straight to Roni’s, but anger and fear kept her from going inside. Why couldn’t her mother just care?! Today, Wren or Izzie (depending on who you’re talking to) is still trying to discover who she is meant to be. Roni began dating Rowan meaning her mom was suddenly showing up at her work and seemed to be mellowing out. It was hard seeing her mother fall in love with a man, change herself for him, when she tossed her own daughter aside so easily. However, Wren isn’t a child anymore and has decided to actually give Roni a chance - if she decides to care.

She has a love for binge watching television shows, axe throwing, wandering the various parts of Seattle with a camera in hand, trying new places and a love for being inked. She’s still the same sassy, bubbly, brunette trying to find that missing piece of herself but in much healthier ways.

#* au bio ;#[ hyperion heights au * ]

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swanimagines · 3 years ago

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Happy birthday @sheimagineddragons, you wonderful human being!!

I made little something for you, I hope you like it 💕 I've done a lot of Donna for you and rn have ran out of my own, non-repetetive ideas for her so I made a piece for your second woman on the bday list...

"Morning, Ivy," Kit greeted the woman as she passed Kit's table.

"Good morning," Ivy responded pleasantly, giving her a smile. "Lunch together today?"

She'd invited him to join them for lunch every day that week when they first started working together and Kit had agreed with no hesitation, which made Ivy's heart flutter.

Kit was really the only one she had wanted to tell the truth - how she had cursed them all to live in a lie. When Ivy had been Drizella, she didn't think about falling in love with her own maid in Hyperion Heights. Now Kit was a secretary living in a shabby studio apartment, and Ivy regretted not making her home a little grander. But at least she was able to take her to luxurious lunches, let her choose whatever she wanted to eat. Ivy hadn't dared to confess her feelings for Kit, she probably thought of Ivy as just a good friend.

She fantasized a little about being able to have a lunch with Kit and kiss her, see her blush. See if she has feelings for her, too. Or maybe even breaking the curse just for her - but she had been so cruel to Kit when they were in Enchanted Forest. She had been entitled, not caring about Kit's feelings. If she had tried to treat Kit as a human, get to know her, she would have found herself wanting more than just Kit being her maid.

Maybe she wouldn't have cast the Dark Curse. If she had fallen for Kit as hard as she had right now, her love for her would have outweighed her will to trick Regina to cast the curse. She wondered what it would be like having a real relationship with someone who loved her, Prince Gregor was never someone she could feel that way towards.

The lunch hour came faster than she thought and Ivy exited her office, seeing Kit already dressed up. The two women then went to have lunch together, and Ivy hoped that someday lunches like those would turn into dates.

#gifts for kit #my gifts

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casxmorgan · 4 years ago

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Books Books Books

100 Years of Solitude

11.22.63

120 Days of Sodom

1491

1984

A Brief History of Time

A Canticle for Leibowitz

A Child Called It

A Clockwork Orange

A Confederacy of Dunces

A History of the World in Ten and a Half Chapters

A Land Fit for Heroes Trilogy

A Little Life

A Naked Singularity

A People's History of the United States

A Scanner Darkly

A Series of Unfortunate Events

A Short History of Nearly Everything

A Song of Ice and Fire

A Storm of Swords

A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments

A Thousand Splendid Suns

A Walk in the Woods

A World Lit Only by Fire

Accursed Kings

Alice in Wonderland

All Quiet on the Western Front

All the Light We Cannot See

All the Pretty Horses

America, the Book

American Gods

American Psycho

And then There Were None

Angela’s Ashes

Animal Farm

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

Anna Karenina

Anything Terry Pratchett, But, Mort is My Favorite

Anything Written by Robin Hobb

Apt Pupil

Artemis Fowl

Asimov's Guide to the Bible

Asoiaf

Atlas Shrugged

Bartimeaus

Batman: the Long Halloween

Battle Royale

Beat the Turtle Drum

Behind the Beautiful Forevers

Belgariad Series

Beloved

Berserk

Bestiario

Black Company

Blankets/habibi

Blind Faith

Blindness

Blood Meridian

Blood and Guts: a History of Surgery

Bluest Eye

Brandon Sanderson

Brave New World

Breakfast of Champions

Bridge to Terabithia

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: an Indian History of the American West

Calvin and Hobbs

Candide

Carrie

Cat's Cradle

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Cats Cradle

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Chuck Palahniuk

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Come Closer

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Confessions of a Mask

Contact

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Cosmos

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Dan Brown

David

Dead Birds Singing

Dead Mountain: the Untold True Story of the Dyatlov Pass Incident

Delta Venus

Die Räuber (the Robbers)

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep

Don Quixote

Dragonlance

Dune

Dying of the Light

East of Eden

Educated

Empire of Sin: a Story of Sex, Jazz, Murder, and the Battle for Modern New Orleans

Enders Game

Enders Shadow

Escape from Camp 14

Ever Since Darwin

Every Man Dies Alone

Everybody Poops

Everything is Illuminated

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Fahrenheit 451

Far from the Madding Crowd

Faust

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S Thompson

Feet of Clay

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Flowers for Algernon

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Foundation

Foundation Series

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Geek Love

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Great Expectations

Greg Egan

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Half a World

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Heart Shaped Box

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Huckleberry Finn

Hyperion

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I Was Dr. Mengele’s Assistant

In Cold Blood

In Search of Our Mother's Gardens

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Infinite Jest

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Introduction to Linear Algebra

Invisible Monsters

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Jane Eyre

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Job: a Comedy of Justice

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Johnny Got His Gun

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Lamb

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Little House in the Big Woods

Lockwood & Co.

Lolita

Looking for Trouble

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Lyddie

Malazan Book of the Fallen

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Manufacturing Consent: the Political Economy of the Mass Media

Man’s Search for Meaning

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Nothing to Envy: Real Lives in North Korea

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Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes

Sapiens, a Brief History of Humankind

Scary Stories to Read in the Dark

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Schindler’s List

Sein Und Zeit

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Sometimes a Great Notion

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Stormlight Archives

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Surely, You're Joking

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Suttree

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The Alchemist

The Altered Carbon Trilogy

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

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The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation

The Autobiography of Henry Viii

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The Beach

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The Book Thief

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

The Brothers Karamazov

The Call of Cthulu and Other Weird Stories

The Cask of Amontillado (short Story)

The Catcher in the Rye

The Chronicles of Narnia

The Clown

The Color out of Space

The Communist Manifesto

The Complete Fiction of H.p. Lovecraft

The Count of Monte Cristo

The Curious Case of the Dog in the Night Time

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The Dagger and the Coin

The Damage Done

The Dark Tower

The Declaration of Independence, the Us Constitution, and the Bill of Rights

The Devil in the White City

The Dharma Bums

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The Discworld Series

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The First Law Trilogy

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The Gentleman Bastard Sequence

The Geography of Nowhere

The Girl Next Door

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The Giver

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The God of Small Things

The Grapes of Wrath

The Great Gatsby

The Great Gilly Hopkins

The Hagakure

The Half a World Trilogy

The Handmaid’s Tale

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

The Hiding Place

The History of Love

The Hobbit

The Hot Zone

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

The Hyperion Cantos

The Jaunt

The Jungle

The Key to Midnight

The Killing Star

The Kingkiller Chronicles

The Kite Runner

The Last Question (short Story)

The Lies of Lock Lamora

The Little Prince

The Long Walk

The Lord of the Rings

The Lottery (short Story)

The Lovely Bones

The Magicians

The Magus

The Martian

The Master and Margarita

The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect

The Monster at the End of This Book

The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

The Music of Eric Zahn (short Story)

The Name of the Wind & the Wise Man's Fear

The Necronomicon

The New Age of Adventure: Ten Years of Great Writing

The Night Circus

The Nightmare Box

The Odyssey

The Omnivore's Dilemma

The Orphan Master’s Son

The Outsiders

The Painted Bird

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Phantom Tollbooth

The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Pit and the Pendulum

The Plague

The Prince

The Prince of Tides

The Princess Bride

The Prophet

The Queen’s Gambit

The Rape of Nanking

The Red Dwarf

The Republic

The Rifter Saga

The Road

The Satanic Verses

The Screwtape Letters

The Secret History

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The Selfish Gene

The Shining

The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer

The Silmarillion

The Sirens of Titan

The Six Wives of Henry the 8th

The Solitude of Prime Numbers

The Speaker of the Dead

The Stars My Destination

The Stormlight Archive

The Story of My Tits

The Stranger

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck

The Suspicions of Mr. Witcher

The Tao of Pooh

The Things They Carried

The Time Machine

The Time Traveller’s Wife

The Tin Drum

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green

The Wasp Factory

The Wind Up Bird Chronicle

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

The World According to Garp

The Yellow Wallpaper

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Things Fall Apart

Thirsty

This Blinding Absence of Light

Tiger!

Time Enough for Love

To Kill a Mockingbird

To Say Nothing of the Dog

Toni Morrison

Too Many Magicians

Traumnovelle

Tuesdays with Morrie

Tuf Voyaging

Undeniable

Under Plum Lake

Universe in a Nutshell

Unwind

Uzumaki

Various

Village Life in Late Tsarist Russia

Walden

War & Peace

War and Peace

Warriors: Bluestar’s Prophecy

Watchers

Water for Elephants

Watership Down

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Need to Talk About Kevin

Wheel of Time

When Rabbit Howls

Where the Red Fern Grows

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Why I Am Not a Christian

Why People Believe Weird Things

Wizards First Rule

Wool

World War Z

Worm

Wuthering Heights

You Can Choose to Be Happy

Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

#some of these are fucked up #but #all the better

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a-monthly-rumbelling · 3 years ago

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December Masterlist

A huge thank you to everyone who posted in December! The masterlist is below, I’m sure that everyone will find something to enjoy here.

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Brought To You By The Colour Blue by @eirian-houpe: Detective Weaver is waiting for a contact in a run down, out of the way motel, when Belle, a beautiful woman, in a very bad way literally falls through his door. Can he save her? (Please note, rated Explicit)

Spy by @peacehopeandrats: Regina's Magic Mirror spies someone new in the Dark Castle and Regina finds some leverage.

Depths by @peacehopeandrats: In Hyperion Heights Weaver comes in to Roni's bar after a long day of work. Bad flirting begins and Belle tries to stop it from where she awaits Rumple's return to her.

Wild by @peacehopeandrats: Belle is reading to Rumple while he spins and he becomes a little too lost in the story. (Please note, rated Mature)

Blast by @peacehopeandrats: Rumple is working on a delicate potion but loses track of his work and ends up protecting Belle from a small disaster.

Accidents by @peacehopeandrats: The Golds are traveling across the midwest of the U.S. and hit a road block. Deciding to turn around and stay a few days at the nearest small town motel, Gideon runs off on an adventure while his parents get into a wild adventure of their own. (Please note, rated Explicit)

Non-Smut: Saving the other from a bad date.

Depth by @peacehopeandrats: In Hyperion Heights Weaver comes in to Roni's bar after a long day of work. Bad flirting begins and Belle tries to stop it from where she awaits Rumple's return to her.

Smut: Accidentally breaking furniture during sex.

Random: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

Blast by @peacehopeandrats: Rumple is working on a delicate potion but loses track of his work and ends up protecting Belle from a small disaster.

#A Monthly Rumbelling #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #December Masterlist

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scarletarosa · 4 years ago

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Pluto

Greek god of death; King of the Underworld

Pluto (also Pluton or Hades) is the king of the Greek Underworld (which is called Hades) and is the lord of death. He presides over funeral rites and defends the right of the dead to their due burial. Pluto is also the god of the hidden wealth of the earth, from the fertile soil which nourishes the seed-grain, to the mined wealth of gold, silver, and other metals. One of the gods who works alongside him is Thanatos, who holds power over gentle deaths (while Pluto is death in general). In one myth, Pluto was said to have brought a plague to inflict Thebes after the king refused to give proper burials to warriors, which depicts Pluto’s harsher aspect of delivering death and justice. Pluto was also usually regarded as an infertile god, for a god of death should, by his very nature, be incapable of siring any children.

Pluto was depicted as a dark-bearded, regal god. He was depicted as either enthroned in Hades, holding a bird-tipped sceptre, or as the giver of wealth, pouring fertility from a cornucopia. The Romans named him Dis, or Pluto, the Latin form of his Greek title Plouton, "the Lord of Riches."

Myths: According to Hesiod, Pluto’s parentage is said to be of Kronos (god of time) and Rhea (goddess of earth and motherhood). He was said to have been devoured by Kronos along with four of his siblings while the infant Zeus was secretly hidden away by Rhea after his birth. When Zeus later returned and fought Kronos, his siblings were spat out and together they drove the titan gods from the heavens and locked them away in the pit of Tartaros. When the three victorious brothers then drew lots for the division of the cosmos, Hades received the third portion, the dark gloomy realm of the Underworld, as his domain. However, in another version of Pluto’s parentage, it is said by the Orphics that he is actually the son of Nyx (goddess of night) and Olethros (god of doom). In my workings with Pluto and Nyx, they have said the latter myth to be the true version, which makes Pluto the half-brother of deities such as Eris (strife), Philotes (unity), Hemera (daylight), Aether (god of the aether and upper light), etc.

In another myth, Pluto had desired a bride and petitioned Zeus to grant him one of his daughters. The god offered him the young Persephone, the daughter of Demeter. However, knowing that Persephone would resist the marriage, he assented to the forceful abduction of the girl and carried her away on his chariot as she cried out for help. When Demeter learned of this, she was furious and in great despair, causing a great dearth to fall upon the Earth until her daughter was safely returned. Zeus was eventually forced to concede lest mankind perish, and the girl was fetched forth from the Underworld. However, since she had eaten the pomegranate seed after being deceived by Pluto, she was forced to return to him for a portion of each year.

Apollodorus in the following passage summarizes the contents of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter (quoted here in the following section). Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 1. 29-33 (trans. Aldrich) (Greek mythographer C2nd A.D.):

“Plouton [Haides] fell in love with Persephone, and with Zeus' help secretly kidnapped her. I begin to sing of rich-haired Demeter Semne Thea (Reverend goddess) - of her and her trim-ankled daughter [Persephone] whom Aidoneus rapt away, given to him by all-seeing Zeus the loud-thunderer. Apart from Demeter Lady of the golden sword (khrysaoros), Giver of glorious fruits (aglaokarpos), she was playing with the deep-bosomed daughters of Okeanos and gathering flowers over a soft meadow, roses and crocuses and beautiful violets, irises also and hyacinths and the narcissus, which Ge (Earth) made to grow at the will of Zeus and to please the Host of Many [Haides], to be a snare for the bloom-like girl...The girl was amazed and reached out with both hands to take the lovely toy; but the wide-pathed earth yawned there in the Nysion plain, and the lord, Host of Many, with his immortal horses sprang out upon her...

He caught her up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. Then she cried out shrilly with her voice, calling upon her father, the Son of Kronos [Zeus], who is most high and excellent. But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tender-hearted Hekate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaios, heard the girl from her cave, and the lord Helios (the Sun), Hyperion's bright son, as she cried to her father, the Son of Kronos [Zeus]. But he was sitting aloof, apart from the gods, in his temple where many pray, and receiving sweet offerings from mortal men. So he, that Son of Kronos [Haides], of many names...was bearing her away by leave of Zeus on his immortal chariot--his own brother's child and all unwilling. And so long as she, the goddess, yet beheld earth and starry heaven and the strong flowing sea, and still hoped to see her dear mother [Demeter] and the tribes of the eternal gods, so long hope calmed her great heart for all her trouble; and the heights of the mountains and the depths of the sea rang with her immortal voice: and her queenly mother heard her.”

Appearance: A man in his 40’s with tanned skin, black hair, a short black beard, and black eyes (only the irises). He wears a black toga and often has a solemn expression.

Personality: Pluto is very solitary, withdrawn, just, fair, serious, aloof, brooding, and compassionate. He requires his followers to respect the resting places of the dead, to show humility, and to overcome their toxic ways. He is one who understands that we all must go through the depths of suffering if we wish to gain wisdom and become better people. Yet this is something very difficult to do, so he is glad to assist along this path if one politely requests him to do so. Pluto is also a healer, but only in regards to mental sufferings due to loss and regrets; other things are not specialties of his. Pluto is a highly respectable deity and will be the guardian of many of us once we die (unless we enter a different kingdom). One should not speak cruelly of him or disrespect him due to his role as a divine king, lest they seek to invoke his wrath.

Personal experiences: Pluto embodies a feeling of immense loneliness, and had even bound himself to the Underworld as he felt that he could belong nowhere else. But in doing this, he is unable to leave this realm for very long and has made it very difficult for him to find a companion. So, in an act of desperation, he kidnapped Persephone when he saw her in a meadow one day and carried her off to his realm as she raged against him. He pleaded with her to listen and be understanding, but of course, someone who has been kidnapped does not respond well to this. So Pluto kept her locked up in his palace hoping that she would eventually calm down and come to want to understand him, but instead, Persephone became angrier and even more desperate to escape. This soon led Pluto to force himself upon her, and he continued this for ages. After a very long time of being kept prisoner, Persephone finally managed to be rescued by other deities, but she was not the same and had lost her connection to flowers due to her stay in the Underworld. She has been traumatized ever since and harbours great anger towards Pluto and any who change the myths about what had occurred. Pluto, however, is not the same as he was before and is repenting for his actions.

Nowadays, Pluto is a better version of his old self but still pains over his solitude. However, he does receive some company from some visiting family members such as Nyx and a few of his siblings, like Philotes. However, one is not advised to enter the Underworld through astral travel unless they are highly experienced and are granted permission to enter since this realm is not a pleasant place and some areas can even cause insanity. Despite this dark, abysmal domain, Pluto is a very understanding and patient god who is not quick to judge others and helps us to overcome our past evils in order to be reborn. Pluto also has a very strong understanding of pain and solitude, and what these emotions can turn a person into, so he can assist in healing these burdening emotions from our hearts.

He has explained that Pluto is his true name while Hades is simply the name of the portion of the Underworld which he rules over (as the Underworld is immensely vast and has multiple kingdoms such as Kur, Duat, Helheim, etc). His role as king of Hades is to watch over the spirits of the dead who enter his domain; where they are then tormented in order to overcome their wrong-doings, negative habits/emotions, and harmful obsessions. It is not like Hell, since only evil spirits go there and they are tortured for eternity in far worse ways; the Underworld is moreso a place of harsh lessons and rebirth before one is allowed entrance to Elysium. The torments of the Underworld are also all symbolic and assist the spirit in realizing what they must change about themselves before they can become anew, yet this process usually takes many years (sometimes decades or centuries). Pluto also has power over death itself (since he embodies it) and has explained that the god Thanatos is an aspect of himself, representing a small portion of his own power. Pluto also has the power of illusion, which makes him able to cause spirits and humans alike to see whatever he wants them to see (even able to manipulate one’s astral senses).

Some of Pluto’s Epithets:

Adámastos (Unconquerable)

Adesius (The Grave)

Agelastus (Melancholic)

Aidis (The Unseen)

Amænthis (The One who Gives and Receives)

Ánax (King)

Eubulius (The Consoler of Sorrow)

Feralis Deus (The Dismal God)

Larthy Tytiral (Sovereign of Tartaros)

Moiragetes (Guide of the Fates)

Nekrôn Sôtêr (Saviour of the Dead)

Opertus (The Concealed)

Polydegmôn (Host of Many)

Pluton (Lord of Riches)

Offerings: ginger ale, spiced rum, well water, ginger root, plums, mushrooms, eggplant, beetroot, parsnips, black peppercorns, bones, ash, scorpions, vipers, clay pots, black candles, styrax incense, chalk powder, black or grey rags, sceptres, scythes, black or dark purple cloaks, ebony wood, black leather moccasins, moleskin, old silver coins, bronze, silver, ivory, rust, obsidian, onyx, jet, charcoal

The Underworld

#pluto #pluton #hades #the underworld #greek gods #hellenic polytheism #hellenism #deity work

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darkerdeariegold · 4 years ago

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I have a sudden urge to know any food related headcanons you have for rumple.

Ooooooh thank you for this ask, I am EXCITED to get in to it.

I apologise now for how long winded this is going to be but you know I love my man and I have feelings about him and his story.

So I’m gonna do food and drink because they’re linked.

Food

As a boy, money was tight thanks to the way Malcolm managed their lives. It seems clear that he wasn’t starving as a boy, but he was a skinny kid. I think that as a child his diet mostly consisted of cheap and easily accessible foods. Things like flat breads (usually a little hard and unpleasant but filling), root vegetables like potatoes and whatever fruits were in season. Especially if they were small enough to fit in to a pocket so things like apples, berries and pears.

It’s that start that means he’s not fussy when it comes to food. Even when he became the Dark One and had the ability to produce a feast out of thin air - and he did, wanting to make sure Bae never went with an empty belly like he had - he didn’t look down on any sort of food. Food is survival, and survival is what he’s good at, despite any odds against him.

When he began to live with the Spinsters - and did so until his adulthood - he learned what a good meat pie was and that rapidly became his favourite food. It was cheap cuts of meat - because as spinsters they had enough to live a comfortable but never affluent life - but the way it was cooked, slow and low for hours just made the meat fall apart and become the juiciest, most tender cut.

He always asked for a meat pie for dinner, and because they loved him, they indulged him a few times a week if they could, at least once if not. (They would go without for him and he only realised that when an adult himself).

Vegetables were always a staple of his diet simply because if you could grow it, you could eat it and it cost barely anything to maintain. He likes stews and soups, easy food that you can put any combinations of vegetable in. His favourite is the humble potato, because he knows just how much you can get out of it and how filling it can be. He learned how to bake them on the fire and always finds comfort in that.

He learned that he has a sweet tooth when he was able to begin to conjure food. He already knew he did from his love of strawberries growing up - always his favourite berry to pick and eat - but when desserts like sweet rolls and cakes became a staple of his life, he was a little addicted.

He does, after all, have an addictive personality.

Not that he’d never had cake before - the spinsters liked to make him one for his birthday but a shortage of sugar usually meant it wasn’t as full of sweetness as it could be. Still good, and always appreciated.

Until Zelena’s abuse of him for a year a meat pie was his favourite food, along with a hamburger. Something he only discovered in Storybrooke, as well as pickles. Now, he can’t even think of it. The abuse has tainted what once had been a comfort to him. Now he feels physically sick whenever a meat pie is near him.

Thanks, Zelena.

He’s definitely not a snob about food; he’ll eat anything really, except for those meat pies now. He likes sour food, he likes sweet desserts. He isn’t one for too much spice (he just doesn’t have the tolerance for it) and the first time he bit in to a chilli pepper his entire face felt like it were on fire). He’s been seen to eat apples, ready noodles and hamburgers on the show to name just a few foods that it’s canon he is fond of, or at the very least will eat.

Though he’s a meat eater he’s used to having a diet rich in vegetables and genuinely enjoys those. Simple roasting of them is perfection.

So his favourite foods are;

Hamburger (he loves the bread in this world, how much more taste it has)

Pickles (he likes sour food, used to that flavour because of the absence of sugar in his diet when younger)

Strawberries and other sweet fruits.

Desserts in general; he has a sweet tooth but has to limit himself.

Bacon and eggs.

Potatoes, especially baked with butter.

Meat pies USED to be. Eventually he’ll work through that trauma and be able to enjoy a good pie again. He just needs to focus on the initial positive thoughts he had surrounding it.

He loves a good condiment - ketchup, mustard (mild) and ranch. Not a huge fan of mayo in anything more than a small quantity.

Drinks

Tea is a little different here than it was in the Enchanted Forest, but it’s certainly his favourite drink. He especially loves the way Belle makes his tea; a dash of milk, no sugar and brewed to perfection. Even he can’t make a cup taste quite as well as she does.

He doesn’t have a lot of milk in there, and he never has sugar; mostly because he was a tea drinker before he was the Dark One, and so he was a tea drinker when he couldn’t really afford the luxury of sugar.

Coffee was a revelation in Storybrooke and, when cursed and needing to sleep each night he found a cup of black coffee in the morning before his breakfast was the perfect set up. He still likes a cup of black coffee every now and then.

Also likes a hot cocoa- that was always a treat when a lad, and he loved the nights he would be tucked up in to bed with a small cup of it. Leaving him - and his belly - feeling warm enough to drift off to a peaceful sleep.

He doesn’t like fizzy drinks. Doesn’t understand the need for them. As sweet as his tooth is, most carbonated drinks are too sugary for him. The kind of sugar that sticks to your teeth isn’t pleasant to him.

Alcohol is a strange little bedfellow that he has a very difficult relationship with. He grew up seeing the negative effect it has on his Papa and it’s a drink that genuinely scares him. But it also helps to numb things. Numb the pain, numb the guilt. He has a small flask of scotch or whiskey hidden in his shop, a bottle too - always the finest stuff when it comes to drink - for those moments when he is feeling that he needs a support.

Why the finest? Because psychologically, even if he can just conjure a bottle when he wants, it feels like a luxury. Something to not rely on consistently. If he drank cheap whisky or spirits he recognises that his addictive personality could lead him down a path as dark as his Papa.

You only ever see him with alcohol when he’s struggling with something, namely guilt or a decision that he’s afraid of. We see him with a flask in the Enchanted Forest after losing Belle. We see him with alcohol in the Underworld. We also see him drink in Hyperion Heights when he’s clearly going through the pain of grief. If it numbs the pain, even for a moment, it’s alright. A small moment of respite is better than nothing.

His favourite drinks;

Tea, dash of milk and no sugar

Black coffee

Iced tea, either with or without sweetener.

IF he’s self medicating, expensive whiskey or scotch.

#brave-heart-juliet #honestly thank you so much for this ask #feel free to ask any headcanons hahaha #i apologise for how long my answer got #rumplestiltskin #rumbelle #headcanon

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mareyshelley · 4 years ago

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Summary: Belle has no idea how she ended up outside the Evil Queen’s tower, with a note telling her to find her happy ending, but she isn’t going to fall for any more lies. As much as she wished to be free, she knows that none of it is real. [Wish!Rumbelle] A/N: Here it is, the final chapter and reason for the E rating. Thank you to everyone who’s commented, reblogged, and left kudos. And thank you to @maplesyrupao3 for beta reading it all 🖤 Rating: E | Chapter 5: Ao3

Time moved differently in the Dark Castle. She hadn’t realised it was so late in the year until the first flakes of snow dusted the library windows. By then, Belle’s sickness had settled and Rumple’s magic had helped to wash away the remains of the tea. She felt well enough to go outside.

After donning her cloak and boots, with the longest of her dresses, she walked through the castle gardens. A blanket of snow already covered the lawns and hedges, and the marble statues dotted along the path. The peaked roof and stone wall of a well, near the door to the kitchens, were covered entirely in snow. Belle pressed her gloved hand into it, enjoying the crisp crunch of the snow as she left her handprint.

The air around her whirled gently, and she knew before looking up that Rumple had appeared behind her.

“Put your hand beside mine,” she said with a smile, reaching back for his arm, but his hand already held something. Between his fingers, like he didn’t really want to hold it, he held a sheet of parchment.

“This is the Queen’s hand,” he pointed out, brandishing the note Belle had tried so hard to ignore. “Where did you get it?”

She dropped her hand, leaving behind her print on the well.

“It was with me,” she said, and tried to read the carefully calm look on his face. “When I woke by the lake.”

“The lake?” he asked, searching her face.

Belle nodded and told him about the shore; how she’d woken alone, found the note, and saw Regina.

“So I…” She shrugged. “I ran into the woods.”

A slight smile ticked up the corner of his mouth. She couldn’t understand why, unless he saw something she didn’t. Turning the parchment over, he gave it to her and tapped the head of the page.

“Unfold it,” he said, and she did so, frowning.

The page had been folded back on itself before being written on. She’d been so reluctant to look at the note, to even think about it, that she hadn’t noticed.

She looked up at Rumple and he nodded, encouraging her to unfold it. Block letters, in the most peculiar ink and handwriting, ran across the top of the page. Tiny flakes of snow landed over it, and Belle dusted them away before they could melt. She hadn’t seen anything like it before.

“The material and ink are from another realm,” Rumple explained as she still stared at the unusual mark. “I attempted to trace its origins, but no such place exists yet.”

“Yet?” Belle repeated.

Seattle Police Department

Hyperion Heights Precinct 42

She frowned, tilting the paper from side-to-side. Her first thought was to ask what a police department was, but that didn’t seem as important as how the paper had found its way there.

“Time travel?” she suggested, only half-joking.

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#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #rumplestiltskin #wish!rumple #belle french #wish!belle #my fics #a faint reflection

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worryinglyinnocent · 4 years ago

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Once Upon A Different Time - The Notes for 4B through 7

Here we go! These notes are nowhere near as detailed as the 4A notes and are very rumbelle-centric, but hopefully they’ll give you a good idea of what’s going on nonetheless.

Under a cut because this got super super long.

Season 4B - Queens of Darkness and the Author

General notes:

Maleficent is a major character this season, but only in flashback. Dead is dead, she’s not coming back.

In the past. Aurora’s parents (Stefan and Leah) made a deal with Rumpelstiltskin, the price being their first-born child. Stefan has a trick up his sleeve, as prior to his arranged marriage to Leah he had been in a relationship with Maleficent that resulted in a pregnancy. He plans to take his and Maleficent’s child and give it to Rumpel as his first-born.

Stefan attempts to take Maleficent’s child (Lily), and goes up against Cruella and Ursula. In the scuffle, Lily, Cruella and Ursula all end up in the Land Without Magic, scattered. Lily is taken into care (where she will later meet Emma, call back to season 4A), Cruella and Ursula separately vow to find each other and Lily and return to the Enchanted Forest.

Meanwhile, Maleficent swears revenge on Stefan and Leah and goes to Rumpel for a sleeping curse. He tells her that it’s best administered straight into the blood, and on seeing his spinning wheel in the corner, Maleficent gets an idea.

In the present. Cruella and Ursula have found each other in New York, and have recognised Aurora there (call back to season 3B when Aurora and Mulan were hiding in Neal’s old apartment in New York). They track down the apartment and break in, surprised to find not Aurora (who is back in Storybrooke at this point) but Rumpel (he and Neal are staying in the apartment whilst trying to find a way to reverse Rumpel’s darkening heart). The three of them have a discussion about the idea of the Author controlling everyone’s fates, and they make a plan to try and find the Author.

Neal and Rumpel return to Storybrooke, and Rumpel sneaks Cruella and Ursula into town. (Belle and Neal are aware of this going on and whilst not entirely happy about it, are also intrigued by the idea of the Author.)

Cruella and Ursula also want revenge against Aurora for Lily. Aurora points out that since Stefan and Leah are both now dead, hurting Aurora will not cause them any pain and their vengeance mission is pointless.

Regina infiltrates the QOD Squad, also intrigued by the idea of the Author; but her cover is blown when Cruella and Ursula threaten Roland and she jumps in to save him.

Cruella and Ursula want to rewrite the story so that they stay together and stay with Lily. Regina wants to rewrite the story so that she never killed Marian and she and Robin can be together. Rumpel wants to write out the darkness.

Being back in Storybrooke, Rumpel’s darkening heart takes a turn for the worse and he ends up hospitalised, much like canon 4B but without Zelena (who is definitely 100% dead).

The Author creates a new story which creates a brand new Enchanted Forest (foreshadowing for Season 7). Everyone except Henry is transported there, as Henry was never a character in the first storybook. Henry and the Author fight it out over the quill, with Henry gaining the upper hand and becoming the new Author. He writes himself into the story so that he can go and rescue everyone.

In the new story.

Cruella and Ursula are living happily with Lily.

Emma is a mad witch living in the forest; Neal is the anti-magic witchfinder determined to destroy her.

Regina is a bandit princess a la Snow, Robin is the Sheriff of Nottingham type figure tasked with bringing her down.

Snow as the evil queen and Charming as her henchman.

Belle is the Dark One, Rumpel is the light knight destined to kill her.

Henry convinces them to fight back against their assigned roles, ultimately allowing them to come back to Storybrooke. The New Enchanted Forest is not destroyed, and Henry decides to just let it develop as a new world naturally. After they are all back in Storybrooke, he destroys the quill, vowing that everyone has the right to choose their own fate and the Author is no more.

Back in the present, everyone remembers Rumpel is in the hospital and they rush there to find him flatlining. Belle gives him TLK, which pulls him back from the brink but also untethers the darkness from him. The Dark One heads towards Neal as the next in the bloodline, but Emma jumps in to save him.

Emma vanishes, and Belle sees the name on the dagger change. End season.

Season 5A - Camelot and Dark Swan

Not gonna lie, I have NOTHING for the Camelot arc, other than Merlin arriving and being badass and not dying, and some Dark One history.

Dark Emma is increasingly unstable and goes to Rumpel for help with controlling the darkness. Eventually she does something catastrophic but unintentional that sends Neal to the underworld (he was saving Henry) and triggers the march of the dark ones. Rumpel takes back the darkness from Emma with Belle’s blessing - he’s taking it back to save Emma and make sure no-one else experiences the pain of being the Dark One, not because he wants the power. (This is the moment when Rumpel becomes the Guardian although this is not revealed till season 7.)

Together, Merlin and Rumpel stop the march of the dark ones (combined power of the Dark One and the Light One).

The usual suspects decide to go on a road trip to the Underworld to find Neal.

Season 5B - Underbrooke

Hades is not a villain. Persephone’s a bit of a trickster (she’s a bit bored and wants to liven things up a bit), but Hades is a neutral overseer sworn not to interfere. The drama comes from the characters trying to get to grips with things, there’s no real villain in this half-season.

Although I do want to have an episode entitled ‘Ghosts of Villains Past’ guest-starring Cora, Pan, Zelena and Maleficent (all the villains who died in Storybrooke so far - potentially also Cruella since I don’t know what happens to her and Ursula at the end of 4B...).

Hades gives them a compass to help them navigate the underworld and find Neal. It will point to Rumpel’s son, he says. It immediately points to Belle. “It’s not wrong, it just takes the path of least resistance.” This is how we find out that Belle is pregnant with Gideon.

Neal is found and everyone is returned to Storybrooke safe and well having done a lot of character introspection.

During this season, Neal and Emma and Robin and Regina get their act together and couple up properly, and there are various relationship difficulties to be worked through in...

Season 6 - Gideon and Black Fairy

In the Past. The Blue Fairy, seeking to become the ultimate Good Being, uses a spell to separate her light and dark halves. The dark half, the Black Fairy, is banished to a realm of Darkness, but Blue wants to destroy her completely. Likewise, Black wants to destroy her light half. Both realise that the key to destroying the other is the sacrifice of a child born of both light and dark. This child is Gideon. (This also leads to some hilarity as the Blue Fairy is very concerned to know when Gideon was conceived - if he was conceived during the brief period when Rumpel wasn’t the Dark One back in 5A, then he’ll be of no use to her.)

In the Present. Black Fairy escapes the Dark Realm, bringing Hyde with her. Hyde begins to recreate the serum that split him off from Jekyll.

Regina uses Jekyll’s serum to split off her dark half, the Evil Queen.

Belle is visited by a strange figure in her dreams who warns her about the darkness. Belle thinks that the darkness he refers to is Rumpel’s darkness, but she actually, you know, talks to him about it. Rumpel and Belle dreamwalk to meet the strange figure, who reveals himself to be Gideon and that this is the only way he can speak to them freely.

Blue accelerates Belle’s pregnancy in the hope that Belle will give birth at the convent and she can steal Gid for her own purposes, but it backfires - she ends up giving birth in the pawnshop with only Rumpel and Henry present.

Black steals Gideon and takes him to the Dark realm to prime him as her weapon of mass destruction. Shortly after Gid’s birth and kidnap, he returns as an adult and starts wreaking havoc.

Belle and Rumpel travel to the Dark realm to save baby Gid before he can grow into evil adult Gid. Regina and the Evil Queen go with them. Whilst in the Dark Realm, Regina realises she can’t separate herself from her bad deeds, she can only try to atone for them, and she rejoins with the Evil Queen. In the Dark Realm, Rumpel and Belle are confronted by their own Dark Halves (Dark One and Lacey), but emerge triumphant and save baby Gid.

Blue and Black are forced to merge back together and are defeated. The series ends with a bunch of happy endings - Belle and Rumpel are happy with little Gid, Robin and Regina are together and Regina is pregnant (with the baby who will go on to become Margot in season 7), and Neal and Emma are happy together.

We end with a flashforward to 20 years later with Lucy arriving on Henry’s doorstep.

Season 7 - soft reboot

This season focuses primarily on the next generation alongside adult Henry making up the main cast. Regina and Rumpel are the only recurring characters from the previous seasons, but most of the others will guest at some point.

An eighteen year old Henry decides to travel to the New Enchanted Forest that was created by the Author in season 4B, to see how the new characters are getting on. He meets and falls in love with Rapunzel (still Jacinda, she’s just not Cinderella in this setting), and the Rapunzel-Gothel story takes centre stage. Tiana and Tilly are also here because they’re awesome. Rounding out the rest of the main cast are the now adult Gideon, Roland, and Margot.

Gothel casts the curse to bring everyone to Hyperion Heights from the New Enchanted Forest. Everyone in other realms is unaffected.

Robin, Regina, Rumpel and Belle are all in the NEF at the time of the curse being cast - they were called in by Henry, Gideon and Margot to help with the Gothel problem.

The curse splits up the couples - Regina and Rumpel are in HH, but Robin and Belle are elsewhere in the Land Without Magic, so we don’t see them as regularly. Lucy has to convince everyone to go on a road trip to find them.

(There is NO. TIME. TRAVEL.)

During this season the idea of the Guardian is mooted - Rumpel is already the guardian after the events of 5A, he just doesn’t realise until the powers are at rest and he’s mortal again. Belle and Rumpel have been travelling the realms to find the Guardian. At some point during their travels, they find Tilly.

Tilly is Hook’s daughter in the Land of Untold Stories (call back to season 4A). She is in the care of an unscrupulous guardian after Hook has been presumed drowned. He’s actually gone through a portal to NEF. Tilly is the Little Match Girl. Rumpel and Belle rescue and adopt her and she grows up alongside Gideon.

(Gideon’s traumatic pregnancy and birth mean Belle and Rumpel are unable to have any more biological children.)

At the end, Tilly meets up with Hook and has a Railway Children ‘MY DADDY’ moment after the curse is broken. She still sees Belle and Rumpel as her parents, but she’s glad to have her birth dad back in her life as well.

Gideon is Weaver’s detective partner which leads to much hilarity when Lucy tries to convince them that they’re father and son.

The curse is broken, everyone is reunited, and everyone gets a happy ending.

Gideon and Roland end up in a relationship together, as do Tilly and Margot, and Tiana and Hook look like they’re headed that way too. (Got to pair the spares!)

And... that’s all folks! That’s all I got. Thanks for sticking with me to the end of this rollercoaster!

#Once Upon A Time #Once Upon A Different Time #OUAT fanfiction #rumbelle fic

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eirian-houpe · 2 years ago

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WiP Wednesday

Well... in posting for the fanfic challenge, I just discovered I have 37 works in progress over about 11 different fandoms. My issue now is to come up with some kind of schedule to make sure that some of those fics that have been languishing in limbo don’t stay that way. That number, by the way, does not include the fics that I haven’t even started on yet, but for which I have ideas, notes...etc.

I want to start working on Modern Wonders and Time’s Curse, but I also have some other works that I’d really like to write for as well - in short, I’m indecisive. So, if there’s something you’d like to see updated, please feel free to drop me a line, and I’ll see what I can do. Here are my current WiPs in order of least recently updated to most recently updated, (*s* indicates a series).

Star of the Morning (The Mummy) If - With No Choice (UC:Undercover) Forbidden (The Mummy) Precious (The Mummy) Balance of Terror (Sleeper Cell) Duath i-Achas Eriol (Tolkien) Armor of Ice (Halt and Catch Fire) Coming Down (Halt and Catch Fire) Darker Hearts *s* (Wish Rumbelle) Thoughts On a Happy Ending *s* (Rumbelle) Butterfly and Phoenix (ST:DSC) Given No Choice (SGU) Even Cursed *s* ? (Rumbelle) What the Actual Fuck! (Sutherelle) The Language of Flowers *s* (Rumbelle) All Our Past Mistakes (Rumbelle) Scattered (Rumbelle) Beauty… *s* (Rumbelle) The Pawn Shop On Main Street (Rumbelle) Modern Wonders (Rumbelle) To See *s* (Rumbelle) Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret (Rumbelle) Darkness Falls on Hyperion Heights (Rumbelle) Brought To You by the Color…*s* (Woven Beauty) The Mansion on the Edge of Town (Rumbelle) Cobra: In Your Prayers (MultiCrossover) Secret of the Seas (Mad Rumbelle) Tuesday (Rushbelle) Lover’s Leap *s* (Rumbelle) Harm’s Way *s* (SGA) Laer o Faen (Tolkien/Thranduil) If…As We Try (UC: Undercover) Breathe - We Three *s* (Rushbelle) No Saving Throw (Hellcheer) Not Yours to Keep (Foundation) Time’s Curse (Rumbelle) Disparate Pathways (Rumbelle)

#WIP Wednesday #Working wednesday #ask me anything #AMA #feel free to prompt me

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courtorderedcake · 4 years ago

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Majestically Too Far Beyond, CSSNS 2020

Emma Swan is a Witch who has made (And apparently makes) bad decisions. Helping a desperate Witch out of a weird situation doesn't seem like a bad decision, even against her, runes, a tarot reading and her friend's Snow druid intuition - until it is and the consequences are very real.

Killian is a Demon with a long history of persecution against him, and his denizens are not much better off. His Angelic brother is on a mission to rehab Demonic image to prevent violence on the streets of Hyperion Heights, as some sort of Holy mission deeply rooted in millenia of guilt. Witches and Warlocks use them for parts, Werewolves see them as a threat, Angels mostly still hold on to the ancient feud regardless of their treatise, Fae stay chaotic neutral, Vampires don't care for others affairs - it's a perilous world where hate crimes happen without consequence. After a disastrous meeting, he attempts to drown his frustration with a trip to the bottom of a bottle, but ends up falling in bed with a mysterious Witch in her tower home. Soon he's missing a hand, has only the vaguest idea of what happened from the mess of blood he's woken up to, and a mirror shows that some strange, different, Witch is pregnant with his child.

RATED M for Mature Themes. Written for @cssns 2020 Beta’d by The best team ever ( @jarienn972 @ultraluckycatnd @donteattheappleshook) and Art by @kmomof4

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Chapter 4 - For with you, earth is heaven too

"Thank the bloody stars, Liam is it really you?"

"Killian," Liam breathed a large sigh of relief. "Yes, are you - what the bloody hell happened to you? Your hand!"

"But a flesh wound, more importantly can you free me from this wretched tower? This mad Witch trapped me here and I need to - " He caught sight of Emma, who froze, pressing herself against the wall. "It's you."

Emma swallowed hard, Killian pulling away from his brother to stare at her with those unearthly eyes. The feeling of being dropped from a great height overcame her, knees almost buckling at the sensation of floating that eased into a strange thrum in her bones. It was an immediate revelation, her lips parting as his clawed hands balled into fists.

It was him. His name was Killian. Her heartbeat was louder in her ears, and she could somehow feel his shock as if a ripple moved in a small pond.

"How did you -" Killian tried to ask, but Liam pushed him back, standing between Emma and Killian as Emma backed away further.

"Is this Witch involved in the plot on your life, little brother?" Liam growled. "If she is, say the word. I had her locked away, and I'm itching to do it again, if not just to prove to my ex that I was right. She refused to listen to me about my suspicions on her delinquent friend, and now she's being frigid. She broke off things, but - "

"You and Elsa were dating?" Emma yelled, snapping out of her trance. "For fucks sake, do you know how much you probably hurt her with your bullshit? How dare you call her frigid!"

"You won't guilt me for this, Witch. I know you had something to do with this."

"Brother," Killian said, his voice trembling. Emma was suddenly full of dread, wishing to simply go home, never to think about the two ever again. "She isn't the, er, the one who -"

"Say no more. I'll have her arrested, and this time you better not even imagine getting out of that cell you -"

"No," Killian interrupted, laying his hand on Liam's shoulder. His whisper became louder, hesitation falling away from his voice. "No. No, Emma didn't do anything."

"It seems very clear that she did do something," Liam grunted, pointing at her. Killian looked annoyed, trying to interject through Liam's blustering.

"She's pregnant, yes, but -"

"And this child - It's yours?" Liam interrupted, his irritation rising.

"Liam, could you bloody well shut up for one moment - Look, it's easier to just - let me show you. Mirror, mirror, on the wall, show me Gothel the day she removed my hand."

Emma was immediately greeted by an enthusiastic Killian and Gothel making out as they stumbled through the same walls that she was surrounded by. Her cheeks flamed as Liam sputtered, and to her surprise the Demon's ears pinked with embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry," he hissed out over the sound of their groaning. "Mirror, after this, please."

The mirror showed a naked Eloise from behind seated on Killian's waist as she rocked, loud moaning echoing, causing everyone in the tower to utter a different expletive.

"No, you bloody piece of glass, after. After all of that!" Killian gritted out with his face stained red, the mirror phasing into a dim view of Killian's sprawled form on the bed.

Eloise approached, magic rolling off of her in thick mauve smoke, a dagger raised in her hand. The cut was inhumanly fast, Killian waking groggily with surprise to look at his missing hand with confusion, the dark blood dripping from the stump making Emma feel dizzy with returning nausea.

Eloise held the hand in triumph, using a finger to draw a symbol on her belly as light began to emanate just below her navel. Killian was standing now, sheets clutched to him, looking at her with rage as he held his wrist and yelled, but the noise was growing around him as if a tornado bore down with its wind. He was quickly drowned out while wind began to swirl around Gothel, her hair whipping around her face.

Ripping a bedsheet that lay over a cauldron aside, she tossed in Killian's hand with a giggle. An explosion of blinding light burst forth, and she was gone, leaving a bewildered, bloodied Killian alone in the dark.

Liam cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, what does any of that mean in regards to -"

In the darkness, the mirror suddenly lit, shining a gentle glow over the room. Killian walked towards it dazed, squinting at what displayed on the glass.

Emma could hear her cries of pain, and knew at once what he was seeing. She stepped forwards, watching both brothers with clear wariness.

"Show them what you showed me," Killian commanded.

Emma appeared on the glass, her body contorted and stomach swelling, agony written on her face as David attempted to break down her door.

"I'm so sorry, lass. I don't know how, or why -" Killian began, before Liam interjected.

"Don't apologize to her. She's the one who did this to you; she made a deal with that woman, and now look." He gestured, and Emma looked down at her feet in shame. "This is just another reason to hate Witches, another proof of their disregard -"

"Enough!" Killian growled, his eyes flashing. "I know what she did."

"Why didn't you leave? You just watched me go through this, knowing -" Emma asked quietly, her voice breaking.

"I wanted to leave. Do you think I enjoy this luxury resort? I can't, she transferred some curse on to me."

"Don't entertain her, little brother. This is proof, and all I need. I hope you enjoy your second trip to prison, Ms. Swan," Liam smirked.

Killian blocked him from his approach as Emma scrambled backward.

"I'm not pressing charges on her. Drop it, Liam. Haven't you harassed her enough?" Killian whispered.

"Can we, um, have a moment alone?" Emma mumbled, her sideways glance catching how Liam bristled, his wing feathers puffed in agitation. "I need -"

"That's a grand idea, actually." Killian cocked his head slightly, glaring at Liam. "Give us a moment or two, I promise that I can handle myself without you here for a moment."

Liam crossed his arms, his glare meeting Killian's so forcefully Emma would swear there was an electrical current in the air. Finally, he nodded.

"I'll be literally perched outside, so don't get any ideas about escaping Ms. Swan." Emma nodded, looking away when Liam's gaze tore from Killian to land on her. "And don't forget: I know what your power is. Using it here just gives me more incentive to find you."

Emma's eyes widened in shock as her head snapped up, just in time to see Liam smirk as he flapped once, disappearing out the window.

Awkward silence fell between Killian and Emma, left alone as papers stirred in the gust.

"Are you really not going to press charges?" Emma asked, after a long moment. Killian surveyed her carefully, her nervous fidgeting as she bit her lip and refusal to meet his eyes easing his own nerves.

"I won't be, lass. Aye. You have my word on it." She looked up, relief flooding her face. When their eyes met, Emma felt a jolt of warmth travel up her spine, her body relaxing of its own accord.

"And I can trust your word?" she asked, suspiciously. Killian's eyebrow raised, his lips turning upward into a mockery of a smile. "I didn't mean -"

"Oh, no Swan." He took a breath, laughing darkly while his only hand carded through his hair. "I can guess your exact meaning."

Pointing a finger to his horns, Emma scoffed. She pointed a finger outside at where Liam was most likely lurking.

"I meant that your brother is trying to put me back in jail," She pointed her finger at him, jabbing it as his tail flicked in agitation, "Because you didn't have the decency to find a way to contact me," she hissed, stepping forward further.

He growled low, his eyes narrowing. "And how was I supposed to bloody well manage that when I have been literally trapped here, eh Swan? I wrote on your mirror, should I have let down my long hair or charmed some carrier pigeons?"

Liam poked his head back in, looking between them. "I told you she is a stubborn -"

"For fuck's sake!" Emma threw up her hands in the air.

"Shut up Liam, and bugger off!"

Liam sulkily returned outside with a disgruntled noise.

"So what," Emma asked, hands finding her hips. "You were just going to wait up here as I felt this bond thing, and hope for the best? Did you just not feel them, or is this some sort of Demon courtship I don't know about?"

"Of course I felt the bindings, I've been watching everything, every day. It's been torture." Killian's voice rose, and he was suddenly stalking toward her as Emma backed up, her hands immediately resting against her stomach defensively. Stopping in his tracks, Killian froze, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath and exhaled it. "This choice didn't belong to me, or to you. Eloise worked the system, broke laws with her magic to make this happen… If you had just studied the ritual more or realized how wrong it all was, we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be confined to a bloody tower unless I'm summoned or wearing a brand -"

"Listen, buddy, you watched me right?" Emma gritted through her teeth. A cloud of shadow began to form around Killian, her magic crackling in pinpricks of light around her fingers. "I didn't know a bundle of Demon baby was coming my way via express mail, so if you could not blame this all on me, that would be great."

"You expect me not to be angry at you? My child was not - I had different expectations of what their life would be like. I, unlike you, wanted a family and children -"

"I've always wanted a family, even if that didn't necessarily include kids, don't go after me for that."

"You had the choice!" he yelled, the dark around him deepening. "I have had none. I'm just an observer, caged while you -"

"Choice? I had the choice? Well, gee, good to know I chose this with full consent. I wanted to be hospitalized by your monster baby that tried to explode out of me the first chance it got. I chose to puke up everything I eat, because it's super fun. I still haven't entirely come to terms with the fact that they won't classify this as a rape, unless I press charges - not on Eloise - but on you. I can't think straight, and people think that I did this all on purpose, because yes, I wanted to go back to jail - "

"Alright, lass, alright," Killian put his hand out in supplication, Emma realizing that her own hands were shaking and breath was coming into her lungs in ragged rasps. She took a few breaths before collapsing onto a low stool, his face immediately falling to a look of regretful concern. She heard him mutter, her eyes closing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. When she opened them, Killian stood with an offered glass of water.

"Thank you." Emma mumbled quietly, taking it from him and swallowing it greedily. He nodded, opening his mouth to say something a few times, then thinking better of it. Finally, he scratched at just behind his ear, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry for all of that, it wasn't - it's not what I meant. We both wanted this to go differently. I didn't mean - I apologize." Taking another breath, he stepped closer, kneeling to be on the same eye level as Emma. She watched him warily, but to his surprise did not flinch away from his approach. "I can't imagine what you are going through. I haven't had a chance to really talk about everything or process that this is real, that someone would do this to me. To us."

"Thank you. It's not exactly been… I'm not… I've been really alone." Emma admitted. Now that they were closer to each other than before, a strange sense of calm seemed to flow over both of them as if a cooling rain had started. "This isn't exactly a common thing, so there's no one to talk to. I know it's my fault, and I know that I… Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm sorry, if it matters." She nodded, and he grimaced. "For my part in whatever this is, and whatever she did to us to bind us, I'm sorry. I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

"If you want… I could brand you. I'll free you, and replace her brand with my own."

"No. No, I think not." He laughed lightly, smiling wryly. Suddenly standing, he pulled away and began to pace the floor in quick strides, not looking at her any longer. Emma felt the loss of his stare acutely, shivering. "I'd rather boil my tongue in piss than be another Witch's play thing, and follow your commands like some puppet. You called my child a monster just a moment ago, which means that to you, that's what I am. Absolutely out of the bloody question." Killian tried to rein in his anger, but she kept looking at him as if she cared after making remarks like that. He had tried to calm her, tried to offer an olive branch, and this was her reaction?

Emma could feel the sting of the lobbed insult, wincing at his outright derision and dismissal. "You're right. You aren't a monster, and I - I'm sorry. The real monster here is Gothel, or anyone who would do all of this. I wouldn't - I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't do any of this to you. You may not like me and we both hate Eloise, but this child doesn't need to suffer for that. I… I want her to have a good life. No. Her best life, everything I couldn't - didn't have. I love her already despite everything, and I want her to be okay."

He calmed, stopping his rapid pacing. "No commands? No chopping off bits of me? And I get to see her… my child?" His blue eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her. "What's the catch, why would you do that for a Demon?"

"Because. I've spoken to your brother and Milah's ghost. They have nothing but trust in you, even if they admit that you have stumbled."

Killian felt his heart stutter. He had put her to rest so long ago, his anger completely doused in one fell swoop. "Milah? Is she -"

"Worried about you, but for the most part at peace. She's in the vast gardens of the afterlife." Emma watched the Demon physically relax, the panic she had felt from him ebbing away to a deep melancholic ache. To her surprise and utter bewilderment, the urge to hug him popped into her head, which she shook off with confusion.

"Why did you contact her? Liam said that you were trying to raise this child by yourself. Why bind yourself to a child and an unknown father for a deranged woman in the first place?" Killian asked, not bothering to veil his suspicion.

"I didn't… I should have realized that Eloise was hiding something." Emma nervously fidgeted again, and Killian watched as her eyes found a spot on the floor to stare sadly at. Her half smile was easy enough to read, as he was discovering were many of her tells.

He watched her fingers trace the swell that lay beneath her t-shirt in small circles, listening intently while curiosity bested his better instincts.

"I have a soft spot for people trapped in their situations because I've been there. She used that against me, made me believe that I was some savior. As for a baby, I thought that this would be years away and never like this. I knew that I would never have a family of my own besides my brother, and as an orphan I thought that any parents willing to give up their child like I was given up… I just decided that I would at least be able to give an unwanted child the family I didn't have. I figured that if the binding worked, great. If it didn't, fine."

"And the fact that it's part Demon?" he challenged, watching her face and body language with interest. "A monster as you called it? That didn't factor in at all? Did you decide to find me when you realized it wasn't some perfect mortal?"

"I should not have said that. I'm actually… she's definitely not a monster." She traced the curve of her belly absentmindedly, sighing softly. All of their anger melted away as a deep exhaustion settled in its place. "It doesn't bother me for that reason. It's been hard because of my body, I don't know if you saw what this is doing to me -"

"There are times where I felt your privacy was more important than my desperation," Killian stated, blushing slightly. Emma gave him a small smile, surprised to see the tips of his ears go pink.

"I… I do need help, but not because I'm scared of her or resent having a partially Demon child. I'm scared because of the changes in my body, how crazy I feel, and how alone I am in this. I want her to have the best life they can, and that means guidance from someone who understands better than I do." Something shifted between them, Killian hearing the endearing honesty in her tone. "And you, you've acted a lot more humanely than many of the mortals I've met even in the brief moments I have spent around you. It's obvious that you would love your child - this child, and I do - I mean, I care about her, and I want her to have two parents - "

Killian blinked, sure he had misheard, his breath catching in his throat. "Two parents? As in - "

"You and I, yes. I can't do this alone, and your brother is already trying to draw up paperwork for me to give her up for adoption. He put me in jail, and I don't think he really believes that I didn't… Look, if you want out, I understand, but I am keeping her - I think it's a her. I can't do adoption, especially when it's orchestrated by Liam."

They both glanced at the window, Liam still out of purview. "Ah. Yes. My brother is…"

"He's a fucking asshat. The king of the dickheads." Emma smiled, Killian letting out a bellow of genuine laughter.

"That sums it up. And then Demonic infancy... The pregnancy alone without support - I suppose this could work," Killian mused. He grinned, her smile widening. Warmth poured through the bond, and he watched her form ease into comfort, body loosening fractionally. "You have been more of a mum than Eloise by far, I guess that's fair. "

"I want nothing but the best for my child. This world is not going to be kind. It's going to try and shortchange every aspect of her existence. At least having two parents that love her -"

"You believe a Demon is capable of love, darling? How progressive." The edge of his tone was back, both of them snapping on their armor with well tuned practice.

Her eyes shot up to search his, in a challenge. "I don't believe. I know it's true, don't act like I'm an idiot."

"Just who are you, Swan?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Perhaps I would." Killian said quietly. After a moment, he took in a breath and licked his lips. "Very well. I'll wear your brand, Swan. I'll find a place to stay closer to your abode and -"

"Stay at my place. I'll make you a set of doors, and it should lessen the need for a full power brand. I think using that much magic might be tricky for me right now anyway, I get tired quickly." He nodded, sympathy leaking into her mind. It felt weird, their feelings intermingling, but not wrong. She could somehow taste it, and knew it was a grayish blue. "You can add a door to somewhere else eventually, but for now I'll put one here to lessen the blood magic that traps you. It'll go to my spare room. You can use whatever suits you best once you find a place. I won't mind, and it's safer for you than the city."

"You'd trust me alone there, on the farm? And alone in your home?"

"Snow will say you are a strange omen, but not in the way that makes the flowers shrivel or some other cryptic statement that is Druid for, ‘you're alright’. And then there's what your brother's pamphlets said… I would just feel better if you were nearby, if you don't mind." He nodded, and she released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Tension fell from her shoulders as she stepped forward, reaching out to touch him but stopping short when he flinched back. "Where do you want my brand? It's a bit large."

Muscles rippled under his skin, and she could see where old lines of Witch brands had burned there.

He had been a slave many times, and many of the brands were old, none quite as faded as the largest one on his shoulder. Almost completely gone, it was ornate and delicate from what was left visible; the shape of a heart and a name. Milah. Emma swallowed hard.

Gothel's wasn't there, she noted.

The Demon's eyes were dark, black as raven feathers but for the blue flame that licked underneath long lashes. A small silver scar rested on one cheek, shimmering slightly with icy light. His body moved as if it was made of smoke, the main parts of his form solid that trailed away as if he was dissolving into stardust. Swirls of celestial light moved under the many brands, constellations spiraling as she watched. A nebula drifted lower, disappearing halfway under the waistband of his leather trousers, and Emma briefly felt heat color her face.

Whatever lay below was foreign to her, and based on the guidebook given to her, varied vastly from Demon to Demon. As far as she knew, he could have another arm.

"Like what you see, love?" Killian whispered lowly, and Emma shook off her thoughts on his beauty and possible anatomy.

Emma rolled her eyes, and placed her hand to rest on the left side of his torso, just below his sternum. The touch made both of them hiss in pleasure, the gold of her brand a bright metallic color against the light blues of his skin.

"Now," Emma smiled, looking up at Killian's attempts to blink away his half lidded gaze. "If we hurry, I can add these doors and we can leave before your brother makes it back. If you're so inclined that is."

"Why Swan," Killian practically purred, "I must say that is the best idea you've had all evening."

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The first door from the house to the tower took what felt like ages to make, and its toll on Emma's magic was as if she'd been run over by a herd of unicorns. She wobbled through it into her kitchen, immediately opening a can of Red Minos. The magic restoring liquid felt smooth against her tongue, its race to replenish her magic buzzing under her skin.

The buzzing was met with a strange undercurrent of annoyance with sudden force, and she turned to see Killian glowering at her.

"You really shouldn't drink that in your condition. All of those magical replenishing energy drinks are terrible for you." He eyed her worriedly, and Emma sighed.

"I don't normally drink them, but I need to make extra space -"

"It can wait for a day. I can wait for a day. I'll sleep on the floor somewhere or in the tower." He shrugged and took a step forward, standing next to her to watch her fidget nervously with the can. "It's not worth your health, or the little one. Especially given that I've only seen you eat a pop tart and a candy bar for meals today."

Emma felt her fist clench around the can, the aluminum crackling as it crushed.

"So, the ghost I felt, that was you keeping tabs on me?"

Killian blushed, the pink of his cheeks startling on his pale blue skin. "When you say it like that Swan, it sounds worse than it is - I was merely trying to get in contact with you and see who was carrying -"

"Fine then. I'll just fix you up a spot in the nursery," Emma mumbled, interrupting him before she could get more annoyed. "And I'll just throw this away." With a flick of her wrist, the can dropped neatly into the bin.

The foreign feeling of concern faded, replaced by guilt at potentially hurting the baby with her bad habits. She knew the basics of no sushi, no drinking - if those even applied. What else didn't she know?

"Where do you keep your linens then?" Killian’s voice steadied her, and Emma pointed him toward a closet.

"There isn't much. I'm sorry, but you can sleep in the nursery's glider, I have a few blankets somewhere…"

"I'll be alright, Swan," he assured her, chuckling lightly. "I tend to stay rather warm."

Emma rolled her eyes, carrying a pillow into the nursery to drop by the glider. She gestured at the murals on the wall. "This is the nursery -"

"I know. I've watched every day," he admitted sheepishly, his ears reddening at the tips. "I know your entire schedule."

Emma blinked, then blinked again. "Oh." The surprise in her tone didn't seem to bother the Demon, who chuckled softly. "I'm sorry. This is just so weird."

Killian laughed, but the smile he gave her did not reach his eyes. A stale silence filled the room. Not one to sit on idle hands, they began to work in tandem to set up his sleeping arrangements. Finally he spoke again.

"I'm sorry for not being here. I'm sorry for everything, truly, especially this all happening. I didn't know, I swear it-"

Emma swallowed hard. Guilt poured through the bond, swirling itself around to the point of being indeterminable if it was hers or his.

"It's OK, you couldn't have known," Emma soothed. "You don't need to be sorry. I'm not. I mean, it would have been nice, but… I'm a big girl. I can handle myself, and I always have."

"I wanted to be here so badly. You shouldn't have been alone in this."

“Hey - You're here now.”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

A comfortable silence fell in place as she watched him make his makeshift bed on the glider. It was hard not to stare at him, her eyes kept catching the way his horns caught the light even in the dim; an almost mother of pearl iridescence making them shimmer.

"Oh, your hand -" Emma realized suddenly, only to have him laugh and shrug it off.

"It'll grow back. Just needs some time and a good potion or two."

Emma nodded, His skin was also strange and ethereally beautiful: it seemed to be a sky blue, but when she moved closer, it became clear that it was as if glittering stardust, galaxies, and things that she could not begin to describe shifted to turn or crash together. His tail was another oddity that left her lips quirking upward. It swept around him in gentle swoops, and she'd noticed it flicking with agitation when they fought earlier.

Everything about him charmed her in the most peculiar ways.

(It's the bond. You are bound to each other, and your child. Don't be an idiot.)

"I can put on the skin suit - er… the glamor if you want." Killian mumbled so quietly she almost missed it, his back turned to her. His tail moved slower still, reminding her of a nervous cat. He was wary of her.

(Adorable, how unbearably sweet that he was nervous -)

"Only if you want." Emma shrugged. She saw his shoulders lose their tension, and heard his light chuckle before he turned to face her.

Emma blinked. She had gotten closer to him, not noticing her drift towards him. Blushing, she watched his face settle into a sly smirk of knowing in the warm quiet.

(This house has always been quiet, but never like this. This feels -)

"So, you… Er, work? I guess I don't know what a 'Prince of Hell' does. Are you kissing babies and cutting ribbons all day?" Emma asked, shaking away the bizarre thoughts that seemed intent to turn her to mush. She needed her walls more than ever.

"I'm actually quite a big deal in the Below. I'm a large feature in the Below's gossip rags and newspapers, if you'll believe it." Killian swallowed, licking his lips. "I'm sure that this will be quite the scandal I'll have to figure out. I might have to hire a publicist…" He ran a hand through his hair, gently scratching behind his ear in thought.

"I - is the Below - is it like, democracy or monarchy or...?"

"Ah. Yes. Of course no one up here really takes the time to learn, but I digress. I'm a Pre-fall Celestial, and I chose a side which ended in my fallen status. We designed, built, and made the laws regarding the Below, and thusly were rewarded Kingdoms or provinces in it. There were twenty or so of us, but it has dwindled down over the years from infighting, outfighting, war, and all the other things in between the two." His chest puffed with pride, the bond prickling with touches of it.

(Get your walls back up! He's weird Hellion royalty and you're some hussy he found who was magically knocked up! This is not Cinderella - this fairytale is too weird even for the Grimm's.)

"Oh," Emma said flatly, turning and striding into the kitchen.

Killian followed behind, with a hum of disappointment. "Oh? That's really all you have to say about -"

She pulled a large gallon of jasmine tea out of the fridge, pouring herself a glass. "That gives me no idea or insight into what you do."

"I'm - I write, edit, and serve as witness and or notary for all contracts that fall in my province."

"Meaning…?" Emma gestured with her hand for a breakdown, drinking her tea.

Killian moved closer, plucking the now empty glass from her hands to wash it in the sink. "Imagine I'm the Captain of several fleets of ships that make up a bigger navy. I make sure everyone that touches my name and status is good."

"Hell has a navy?

"The Below has -" He paused, and his eyes narrowed as a smirk spread across his face. "Now you're just being right cheeky to vex me. I can feel it. "

She blushed, biting her lip, their distance shrinking as they both seemed to sway into each other. He turned off the sink, the kitchen suddenly much smaller than he remembered. As if in a dream, Emma's hand found his to steady herself, the touch of her fingers soft. His senses were immediately invaded by her while everything else fell away. Catching her eye, he could see the dreamy sort of contentment that relaxed her features, the calm not brief enough to mistake for anything else.

It disappeared just as quickly, her brows pinching and lips pressed together in a grim line. She flinched away as if burnt, immediately cradling her stomach with her palms.

"I'll make a downstairs guest bedroom tomorrow, then. It will need, well, everything. I wasn't expecting many guests, and I can't make anything too fancy. A bed and an ensuite are as much as I can muster currently. Ask before you need anything though, I might be able to squeeze a feature in. I'll help you out to the best of my ability."

"Aye, Swan."

"I eat dinner with my brother every Tuesday and Thursday night. Otherwise I don't really cook -"

"I know, you eat those awful sugar encrusted tarts instead. You need vegetables and -"

"So feel free to cook for yourself."

"You have an appointment coming up too, and I was hoping to broach the subject of coming along with you. I just, I have a lot of questions; I am both not ready but also entirely ready for -"

"Well, it's still going to be a while. A year of this, at least, and I'm already scared. I don't know anything about babies, but even less about Demons. At least your brother will chill out slightly now that you have been located."

"Ah, yes. That reminds me. Do you want to continue working? If you do, I don't mind, but you could work less. I am happy to provide a stipend -"

"A stipend? You can't bribe me -"

"I'm not trying to -" He stopped himself, taking a slow breath in exasperation while rubbing his hand across his face. When he looked at her again, she saw a patient frustration resting on his brow. "You know, Swan, some people just have good intentions at heart. Take a leap of faith here, and let me repay you for being absent the first four months of our child's life."

"I guess we should talk about our expectations, and intentions, or something then, because I don't want you thinking I'm some damsel in distress." Storming away from him toward the living room, Emma plopped down carefully on the couch. Killian appeared a seconds later, leaning against the wall to appraise her. "I'm not. I don't need help, I don't need you or anyone -"

"You may not need someone, but that doesn't mean you don't want someone there," Killian began striding toward her stopping a short distance away. "I get it, you're perfectly capable, strong, brilliant really - but I'm here to stay, love. I don't want you to have to do this alone, and I know you don't want to either."

"How do you know what I want?" she snapped, unable to get comfortable on the couch. She huffed in annoyance, trying to position a pillow behind her back.

Killian sat beside her, and she glared at him openly. Reaching towards her, she flinched as his hands gently moved the pillow upwards and to the side.

"You're an open book, love," he murmured, scooting to sit on the other side of the couch, letting her stretch her feet.

The anger dissipated again, the bond gently thrumming in contentment at his presence. Emma realized she felt exhausted, the onset of the draining interactions and introductions catching up to her.

"It might not be so bad, to just have you around. Only just a little bit, to help me do baby stuff, and nothing else at all."

Her eyes closed despite the Demon staring at her, and she blinked them open trying to stay awake.

"Who knows, love," he whispered, voice a low rumbling as her eyes shut again. "You and I could become friends in this mess."

Emma yawned, curling into the couch, feeling his presence nearby as if they were connected by a length of cord.

"Not your love," she managed to grumble, his chuckle the last thing she heard before falling asleep.

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When Emma woke, she was surprised to find she felt well rested, something that hadn't happened in what felt like years. Light music was playing on a radio, and the smell of something delicious was wafting from her kitchen. She blinked the bleariness away, standing with a stretch and a groan.

"Good morning, Swan," Killian called from the kitchen. Looking around, she realized that he'd cleaned too, her floors gleaming in the pale morning sun. "I made you an omelet, if you'd like one."

"Oh, we haven't been feeling eggs much lately," Emma looked down at her stomach, surprised that the smell wasn't making her retch. "But… Maybe this morning she's decided to give them a chance."

"Probably desperate for something other than sugar and grease," Killian teased, his tail flicking as his head fell back to look at her. He grinned, and she tried to hide her own.

This was weird. All of it. The familiarity of him, cooking in her kitchen wearing pajamas he'd somehow acquired while she had slept, humming along to the radio's music. Her friends didn't even know he was here, and he had already broken (crashed) through her walls without any of the resistance they had met. Emma bit her lip, rolling it between her teeth.

A plate slid in front of her, breaking her from her thoughts. A beautiful yellow omelet with flecks of tomato, ham, spinach, and onion rested in front of her. Mouth watering, Emma took a small bite, letting the cheese melt on her tongue.

She let out an indecent noise, digging into it as Killian sat beside her, amused.

"I'd never have guessed you haven't eaten before, Swan."

"Shut up," Emma managed, swallowing another bite. "This is so good, I don't know how you did this but it just - it's so good."

"I went downtown after I was sure you were asleep. If I'm going to be staying here, I needed some clothes and the contents of my fridge." He shrugged, taking a bite and chewing slowly. "I didn't go Below, it would be too much hassle right now, and I was worried about you waking up alone."

"Oh." Emma felt surprise tug at her heart, her brows furrowing. "Why would you be worried about me being alone? I'm alone a lot."

"Because, now you're not. It'd be bad form to take your kindness and make it look spurned." Killian blushed, and Emma stared, scrutinizing him.

"Well, you don't have to worry, I told you before that I'm fine."

"Aye, Swan. This was more courtesy than compulsory."

"Good."

They ate in silence, Emma finishing before him. She placed the dish in the sink, then turned to the wall of the kitchen. Focusing her magic, she made the outline of a door appear, pulling it into reality carefully and folding the plane of existence around it. Connecting the door's functioning portal to Killian’s place was the trickier part; without him there, she had to search manually for traces of him.

Sure enough, she found his apartment in the penthouse of a downtown tower, its all glass windows and dark, minimalist, slate doors sleek compared to her white paneled addition.

The door clicked into existence, and she fell to her knees, panting.

"Emma, by Fenrir's blade, are you alright? What did you -"

"Made," she panted, pointing to the door. "You, door."

"This could have waited, you scared me! The bond fell from reception for a moment and I thought -" Killian looked panic stricken. Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine. Just used more magic than I thought. It fluctuates; the baby wants more some days. Usually the days when I need it, but," Emma wiped a hand across her face, finding it sweaty as she slicked back her hair. "I make do."

"I'll get you something to -"

"I'm fine, Killian. I promise."

He nodded and straightened, but watched her warily as she stood. Emma brushed off his worry easily, his concern as far as she was concerned, was nothing more than worry for his offspring - more bond induced nonsense that they would have to muddle through. Killian disarmed her through it, if her guard even let down the slightest bit, the link between them made her too honest, too trusting.

(Too vulnerable?)

(No. Never again.)

(Careful, always careful; better safe than sorry.)

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Working out all the small kinks took a few days, including the call to her friends that she had found the Demon, and they needed privacy to figure things out before the coven could descend upon them. Mary Margaret, Anna, and Regina took it the hardest (the lattermost to Emma's surprise), but that was fixed with promises to visit individually when possible. Elsa had smoothed it over, truly, by offering (with a new frosty demeanor) to play bad cop to Emma's good.

Making it clear that Emma needed space and making a case that even rattled Regina, Elsa had convinced everyone to ease up - even while she was miserable. Liam had tried to use his discovery about Killian to apologize, discovering very quickly how 'frigid' she could actually be.

Killian for the most part seemed grateful just to be there, and out of the tower. His room was set up and Emma had attached it neatly to the tower (the door currently in his closet), and his other residences. It took time, but the house and her magic got along in a great way, the door's stability not at all in question. Killian had teased her after they toured his homes that it was a lot to baby proof - Emma was simply thankful that the two properties he favored were not out of state. The further the distance, the more taxing it got - it was among the few reasons she had that as much as she wished she could make a door to the Below for him, she couldn't.

"It's alright, Swan. I don't mind going back and forth to get what I need from the Below. It truly doesn't bother me to commute." Dropping another box into his downtown penthouse as she looked on, he shrugged, leaning back to rest on the bar with his elbows. "I can turn in some work, touch base with my team, do the things I can't do up here that need to be done. Plus, it's not as if you would have if you could have - it's illegal to have unauthorized portals to and from the Below. It's in the DRIVES act."

"Oh," Emma blinked. "I keep seeing that, but I don't know much about it honestly. I have to sign the baby up under it at some point -"

"Not any longer. Liam said that when he suspected you initially, but now he's rescinded the request." Killian’s jaw clenched, his claw like nails ripping open the top of the box in a slash.

Emma shook her head, looking at Killian with sheer confusion. "Why would he do that? I thought it protected -"

"I asked him to," Killian stated, an edge to his tone. His eyes flicked to look at her, the sideways glance almost a challenge of some sort. Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to understand what was going on.

"Okay, I guess I don't get it." Shifting to step towards him, Emma frowned when she saw hurt flicker across his face. "Are you upset with me? Why would you ask Liam to do that? Is there something I should know?"

"There's a lot you should know, love, I just - just don't fret about it. It's fine." Killian smiled, but the lie seeped from his words into his expression. "Just know that if you ask a Demon or anyone close to them, the DRIVES act is not popular. It's a hit list in the right hands, and the attributes asked in that questionnaire are very unnecessary."

"I don't -"

"Emma, I don't want to explain all of this right now, but I promise I will. I just - I just can't until I am sure you will understand. My brother isn't great about it, but he's better than many."

"I guess I'll leave you to this then?" Emma grumbled slightly, unaware of whatever she had done. He caught her wrist as she turned to leave, his hand warm over her skin.

"It's fine. Please stay, we can change the subject." Killian nodded, and he encouraged her to sit at the large bar. He had impeccable taste, if a bit too modern for Emma's liking. Dark colors and steel fixtures looked untouched, gleaming in the light of a sleek fireplace built into an onyx wall. "So you have a doctor's appointment here soon, right?"

"In two weeks, at the five month mark. I'll be a third of the way along, basically." Emma stroked along where the swell of her belly curved upwards, marveling at how fast time had passed. She was still carrying large, but had completely slowed down in growth to stay the same size. Her body was rounded out almost completely and as much as it could be, her breasts heavier and her center of gravity at risk of creating an orbit.

Killian hummed in response, watching her intently. "Do you feel…?"

"Her move?" Emma finished his question, and he nodded. "I'm starting to. She's the size of a plum right now, if you can believe it."

Killian nodded again, the silence once more taken over. He cast a longing look at her before returning to unpacking. The bond thrummed, and Emma found herself by his side.

"Here." Taking his hand even as he startled, she placed it on the lower side of her stomach, pressing softly against where she felt the baby laying. Killian let out a choked noise of surprise, his hand stiff until the tension loosened and his large palm formed to her side.

The bond exploded with warmth, as if a knit blanket had been wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of cocoa had been placed in her hands. Every muscle unwound, her thoughts hazy and free. It made her feel too comfortable, to which she accounted for the madness of what came next.

"You could come, if you want," Emma whispered, her body resting against his in a gentle lean. "To the appointment, I mean."

"I'd like that a lot, actually," he murmured back, his other hand lazily hugging her against himself.

They stayed like that for a few moments, the bond between them alive with its vibration, until Emma pulled away with sudden realization.

Killian looked dazed when Emma stared at him, but said nothing when she turned on her heels and stomped back into her own house again. Emma's anger felt like it might eat her alive, the door to her special room opening with no resistance. She scooted between the boxes and ducked under the bottoms of clothes, curling into herself.

(The bond was officially a problem.)

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For the most part after that, Emma was successful in her attempts to avoid Killian, both of them happy to stay clear of the other without risking the consequences of the tenuous bond.

Neither of them acknowledged it openly, until a few days before the first trimester check up when Killian confronted her.

"I don't have to go if you are uncomfortable, but I truly do want to be there for you and our child," he told her seriously, handing her a large bouquet. The flowers smelled amazing, the yellow and white blooms immediately making Emma's heart clench. "I've taken off that day, and I have a chauffeur for you to save you from the commute. I thought we might -"

"It's fine. I said you could go, and I meant it." Emma shrugged, holding onto every bit of her armor.

"I meant to ask, and I know what you have said, but…" Killian raked a hand through his hair, tousling it around his horns. "Mixed children tend to take after the non-Demonic parent. Are you sure that you want to keep -"

"I'm sure," Emma growled, her attention snapping towards him. He lowered his hands in supplication, and Emma realized she was practically ready to spring: her arm had curled around her belly protectively, while the other was outstretched, and the grimace she wore was more bared teeth than anything.

"I was only confirming. It's - I'm not -"

"Whatever," Emma snapped, hugging herself tightly. "It's at eight am. Be here by seven."

"Aye."

Per his word, he was promptly waiting for her at seven am the morning of the appointment, the sleek black town car's leather seats warm as he helped her inside.

Emma hadn't seen much of him since their tense conversation, but he cleaned up well in the skin suit - horns, claws, and tail disappearing, and his skin a pale color that made his lips seem to blush. She could tell he was uncomfortable in it, and in an attempt to calm him she took his hand in hers.

"It grew back nicely," Emma remarked, examining the scars that still appeared, even through the glamor. "Does it hurt?"

"No. It's prone to stiffness and some cramping, but," He gave her a grin, the unearthly blue of his eyes bright with mischief as they crinkled. "What can one expect from second hand goods."

Emma could not help the laughter and groan that bubbled up as he gave a dramaticized sigh with a tilt of his head. "That was terrible," she managed, still giggling.

He only grinned back, giving her hand a squeeze. They sat quietly together until the car stopped, Killian helping her out again and into the lobby of the office. It was a short wait, the doctor looking at Killian with surprise and then distrust as she ran over her checklist.

"Still feeling movement?"

"Yes," Emma answered, sitting sideways on the examination table.

"Eating and drinking well?"

"Yes," Emma answered, as Killian made a noise.

"Are there any recipes or guidelines I could follow to cook for her, so she eats -" Killian tried, the doctor wrinkling her nose and not looking at him.

"You are growing right on schedule, are you having intercourse at all?" the doctor asked, ignoring Killian completely.

"I - no, I'm not, I -" Emma stammered.

"Good. Any Demonic Malevolence?" The doctor shot a sideways glance towards Killian, and he frowned. Crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair, he tilted his head to stair at the ceiling. Emma noticed his tail had broken through the glamor as it began flicking rapidly with agitation.

"Um, I am not sure -"

"This would be thoughts of hurting others, destruction of items of value, cravings for raw meat, forcing contracts or actions to be done by means of thrall on others or against your own will, feelings that result in heightened fire magics -"

"Oh, no," Emma shook her head. "Nothing like that at all."

"It's illegal to withhold reports of malevolence, are you aware of that, Miss Swan?"

"I - Yes," she repeated, slowly. "Yes I am."

"And you are sure there is nothing you would like to report?" the doctor asked, leering at her. Emma laid a hand over her stomach, looking at Killian. He let his stare at the ceiling drop, catching her eye, his gaze unreadable.

"I'm sure," Emma nodded.

The doctor clicked her pen, making a clicking sound with her tongue. "Alright, slide your pants down and lay across the table here. The ultrasound technician will be in shortly."

The doctor left, leaving Emma and Killian alone.

"Do you need me to -" Killian began, but Emma was already shimmying down her pants and underwear.

"Oh, no," Emma said, realizing his attempt at giving her privacy. "I - you're going to want to see this, I think, and at this point, my vagina and you are going to become acquainted in the least desirable of ways that I doubt anyone could sexualize. I'm fine with it. If you are grossed out, let me know. I don't want you fainting - "

"I assure you that I do not intend to faint or do anything untoward," Killian stated firmly.

"Good," Emma said simply.

The technician came in moments after, immediately glaring at Killian as she got to work. She squirted freezing gel on the roundness of Emma's belly, making her jump. Killian snapped to attention, looking at the technician with narrowed eyes before moving his chair closer.

The technician pursed her lips before plastering a sunny smile over her grimace. "Alright, let's see this baby! Fingers crossed for good news!"

Taking her wand, the Fairy made a few circular motions, a glowing mist sticking to the gel of Emma's stomach. Waving her wand at the machine, the machine whirred to life, focusing in on a blurry image.

"That's her?" Killian asked, reverently, leaning forward to look at the monitor in awe. The small white blob kicked out a tiny leg, flailing in the black and gray of the background. Emma felt his fingers interlace with hers, and found that she was grateful for the grounding gesture.

"That's our baby, oh I - Killian, she's perfect, she's -" Emma could barely recognize her own voice; the excitement, the weight, the proof that they were a part of this something forever and the giddiness of everything stealing her breath. Tears pricked at her eyes, the emotions too much. Swiping them away, Emma took in a deep breath, and steeled herself again.

"Good call, a beautiful little princess is nice and snug in Mum." The nurse pointed to the screen at the baby's sex, before giving a sly glance towards Killian. "She looks normal enough; didn't inherit much of her father at all. Bless your luck for that."

Emma glanced at Killian, tensing at the nurse's rudeness, but he didn't seem to notice. His smile was wide as he squeezed her hand, the grin making his eyes twinkle absolutely infectiously. All Emma could feel was adoration, the warm balm of it through the bond, and the lightness that made her squeeze his hand back in turn.

"She's beautiful," he sighed out, and Emma managed a choked nod, before his eyes caught her own. Worry immediately spread across his features. "You're crying, darling are you -"

"I'm fine, I just got -" Emma hiccuped, trying to stop the tears rolling down her face. The nurse, to her credit, was cleaning up quickly, wrinkling her nose at them in disdain when Killian cupped her cheek, his thumb gently swiping away tears. "I just got overwhelmed for a moment. Thank you for coming, it means so much more than I thought, and -"

"Thank you for letting me," Killian replied simply, shrugging ever so slightly. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and Emma shivered at the electricity that seemed to shoot down her spine.

Emma rebuttoned her pants and pulled her sweater over her stomach, standing carefully while Killian smoothed down the knitted fabric. Swaying into his touch, he let her rest her cheek against his chest, the comfort of the not-quite embrace washing over them. Humming a noise that he reciprocated, her hands splayed across the stretch of his chest, as Killian’s nose rested against the crown of her head while his lips pressed chastely against her forehead.

(It could be like this forever, it could be everything and a future if you just -)

The nurse cleared her throat loudly, and Emma jumped away from Killian’s arms, looking startled.

"Your pictures are ready," she drawled, her eyebrows raised even as her eyes began to narrow. "If you'd like them, that is."

Emma nodded, swallowing a deep breath to calm her racing heart.

The pictures were a blurry mess, a few profiles of their baby that were more modern art than much else. One was marked as 'thumbsucking' and Emma tried not to be overcome by the strange swell of emotions that threatened when she traced the tiny hand that met a tiny mouth. Killian’s favorite was of their baby's feet, crossed at the ankles but directly in view of the camera's viewpoint. They were so tiny, so small even with their tiny nubbins of toes.

Leading her to the car, the chauffeur asked where they were headed.

"We can go home if you like, Swan," Killian hesitated, taking her hand and swiping his thumb over her knuckles. "But -"

"It's alright if you have plans today. I understand, I didn't expect you to stay," Emma mumbled, trying not to let her strange disappointment leak through the bond, or show in her downcast eyes.

Killian laughed slightly, shaking his head. "On the contrary, I was going to ask you to lunch."

Emma looked up sharply, lips parting in surprise. "Oh, I'd - I wouldn't mind that at all -"

"I thought we could have lunch together, then we could go shopping for her, now that we know for sure, and you could pick out anything you don't have already." Blushing, he raked back his hair with his other hand, scratching behind his ear. "If you're up for it, that is. I know that this is all…" He made a gesture with his hand, and Emma could not help the laughter that bubbled up.

"I'd love that, but I can't afford -"

"My treat, all around." Killian squeezed her hand again, his eyes meeting hers as she bit her lip. "Please. Let me take care of you, and her. I know it's all -"

"Fubar?" Emma suggested, his lips quirking into a grin.

"Sure, though I would argue Snafu, as not everything has been a disaster. Some of this, it's been -"

Emma cut him off, calling out to the chauffeur.

"Granny's please, on Crimson boulevard and Lupine Highway."

The chauffeur nodded, and Killian rolled his eyes. "You have to eat something besides grilled cheese and onion rings, Swan."

"You said vegetables, and that's what onion rings are. Delicious, delicious, vegetables." Emma grinned, leaning herself to rest against him.

(So much for armor, you let him through your walls like he owns the place. Stop letting the bond win, stop letting yourself forget about your scars!)

(Shut up, brain, and let me eat my onion rings.)

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OUAT AND ME: FINAL ANALYSIS

"That is indeed a complicated story. The timelines alone would make one’s head spin. Only a true Author could weave such a tale." - The Sorcerer's Apprentice, 7x21: "Homecoming"

So, the question still stands: how am I supposed to make my peace with Once Upon a Time? How am I supposed to fully love it again and hold on to that love when it made such a tragic downward spiral in quality? It seemed like an impossibility, but in keeping with the spirit of the show back when it was true to its message, I held firmly onto hope that I could do it.

And as frustrating as having to re-experience the show's decline was....I have!

Because you see, I came to remember something important. In the end, OUAT isn't about hope, or morality, or redemption, or what it is to be a hero or a villain, or happy endings, etc.

OUAT is about stories. And regardless of whether a story is told well or told poorly, it is a story nonetheless. This commitment to being all about stories remained true from start to finish for OUAT, as it went balls to the wall telling stories within stories within stories. While the creative staff behind the show seemed to have differing agendas in many aspects, this was the one aspect they were firmly united behind, and in the end that's what makes OUAT special.

And in the spirit of that storytelling focus, and in the spirit of the show's own tendency to stand on wobbly logic in order to tell its stories, I have decided that the story of OUAT is actually a timestream; one that branches into several different versions (or tellings, if you will) of the story, all of them with differences in their timelines, plotlines, and end points.

The "Snow Falls" Timeline - This is the original telling of the story, spanning from the Dark Curse Saga of Season 1 to the Neverland Saga of Season 3. It begins with Henry Mills seeking out his birth mother Emma Swan and bringing her to Storybrooke so that she can break the Dark Curse, and concludes with Emma and Henry driving across the town line as Storybrooke and all its inhabitants are sent back to where they came from, the Dark Curse fully undone and Henry's "Once Upon a Time" storybook disappearing within the cloud of purple smoke. And in this timeline, the Wonderland Saga happens in the timeframe of the early events of the Price of Magic Saga, as it was originally intended to in the initially filmed pilot episode. Anything that happens beyond "Going Home" is left up to the imagination.

The "Snow Drifts" Timeline - This telling of the story spans from the Dark Curse Saga of Season 1 to the Operation Mongoose Saga of Season 4, with the Wonderland Saga transpiring directly afterward. It begins with Henry Mills seeking out his birth mother Emma Swan and bringing her to Storybrooke so that she can break the Dark Curse, and concludes with Henry becoming the new Author, freeing everyone from Isaac Heller's illusionary reality, followed by the rest of the heroes looking to find a way to contain the Darkness after it is removed from Rumple. Afterward, this hypothetical Season 5 of mine is able to transpire.

The "Heroes and Villains" Timeline - This telling of the story spans from the Dark Curse Saga of Season 1 to the Underworld Saga of Season 5, with the Wonderland Saga transpiring after Season 4's Operation Mongoose Saga. It begins with Henry Mills seeking out his birth mother Emma Swan and bringing her to Storybrooke so that she can break the Dark Curse, and concludes with a finale like this one, except that Robin sadly is dead.

The "Final Battle" Timeline - This telling of the story spans from the Dark Curse Saga of Season 1 to the Savior's Fate Saga of Season 6, with the Wonderland Saga transpiring after Season 4's Operation Mongoose Saga. It begins with Henry Mills seeking out his birth mother Emma Swan and bringing her to Storybrooke so that she can break the Dark Curse, and concludes with Emma triumphing in the Final Battle, saving all the realms and light magic from destruction. There are two versions of this telling, one where Rumple dies sacrificing his heart for Gideon, and another where he lives and is given a second chance at a family.

The "Coven of Eight" Timeline - This telling of the story spans from the Dark Curse Saga of Season 1 to the Hyperion Heights Saga of Season 7, with the Wonderland Saga transpiring after Season 4's Operation Mongoose Saga. It begins with Henry Mills seeking out his birth mother Emma Swan and bringing her to Storybrooke so that she can break the Dark Curse, and concludes with Regina being crowned Good Queen of all the realms.

So now you must be wondering, how did these branches of the timestream come to be? Well, each but one holds two possible options for their creation, both equally valid: they are either the result of a new Dark Curse being cast or of the fabric of time being messed with.

The "Snow Falls" Timeline was created by either Snow and Charming casting a new Dark Curse or by Emma and Hook traveling through time and altering the past. The result caused the events of "Snow Drifts" to supplant those of "Snow Falls", which meant that the now-alternate timeline in which "Snow Falls" was canon had to be branched off at the exact point before the events leading to "Snow Drifts" (in other words, the Wicked Saga) happened.

The "Snow Drifts" Timeline was created by either Nimue casting a new Dark Curse through Dark Hook or by Isaac Heller temporarily rewriting reality. This means that the timeline that was currently in effect was rendered alternate at the exact point before the events leading to Nimue's Dark Curse (in other words, the Dark Swan Saga) happened, or at the point when Isaac messed with reality (in other words, the Operation Mongoose Saga).

The "Heroes and Villains" Timeline was created by either Fiona casting a new Dark Curse or by the Evil Queen creating the Wish Realm to trap Emma in. This means that the timeline that was currently in effect was rendered alternate at the exact point before the events leading to either of these causes (in other words, the Savior's Fate Saga) happened.

The "Final Battle" Timeline was the only one created by a single possibility: Drizella leading the Coven of Eight in casting a new Dark Curse, since it was both the casting of a Dark Curse and screwing with the fabric of time by sending everyone back several years into the past. This means that the timeline that was currently in effect was rendered alternate at the exact point before the events leading to this (in other words, the Hyperion Heights Saga) happened and that the "Coven of Eight" Timeline is now the "official" timeline, aka the show.

While I technically can conceive of ways in which the story could stop at either the Wicked Saga and even the Frozen Saga, they can't realistically be made into branches of a timestream because they rely too much on cutting out things that are present in the show, which is a leap too far and I'd feel like a real Isaac Heller if I did that. And it goes without saying that (even though it's satisfying in of itself) the story can't really end at the Dark Curse Saga since there's way too much still up in the air, least of all the big "magic is coming" cliffhanger; the Price of Magic Saga since its ending is a direct lead-in to the Neverland Saga; or the Dark Swan Saga because its ending is a direct lead-in to the Underworld Saga (it can end with the Underworld Saga as it does in the Heroes and Villains Timeline because the "Only You" / "An Untold Story" Season 5 finale is it's own thing apart from that arc, so its removal and replacement isn't affecting anything.) So I’m left with just these five options.

And with the variety presented here, I find myself kind of loving Once Upon a Time again! The quality of the story may fluctuate wildly depending on which timeline / telling it is, but regardless of which one it is, it’s something that - for better or worse - you’re going to find quite unlike anything else out there. And so at least I have made peace with it, realized that it is bigger than its awful creators, and have accepted that regardless of my personal feelings towards all of the less than desirable parts of it....I’m a ONCEr. And I always will be.

“And you may think this is just a story. But that's the thing about stories. They're more than words. They live inside of us. They make us who we are. And as long as someone believes that......there will always be magic.” - (Teenage) Henry Mills, 7x20: “Is This Henry Mills?”

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