#her dressing up as mulan or merida for halloween

[redwinesupercvnt]

annabeth's favorite disney princess would have been mulan argue with a wall

[luimnigh]

I love the idea of the "Disney Princess", simply because the public's idea of a Disney Princess and Disney's idea of a Disney Princess don't actually match up.

Because to the public, a Disney Princess is a type of character in Disney movies. And to Disney, "Disney Princess" is a specific brand with specific characters.

The Disney Princess brand was set up in 2001 after the head of Disney Consumer Products went to a Disney on Ice show, saw hundreds of little girls in generic princess halloween costumes, and went "Wait, why the hell don't we sell Princess dresses?"

Rather than trying to give a dozen movies, many over a decade old, their own individual marketing pushes, they come up with the overarching Disney Princess brand, and launched it featuring ten initial characters:

Snow White, Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Pocahontas, Mulan, Esmerelda, and Tinkerbell.

Esmerelda was soon dropped, probably because Hunchback is a pretty dark Disney movie; and later so was Tinkerbell because they'd started production on her own line of straight-to-DVD movies, leaving the line with eight Princesses.

And now here's the clever part of the branding: when they release a new movie with a new Princess, they don't immediately fold her into the Disney Princess brand. That would cannibalise sales from the movie-specific merchandise. So they wait a year or two for merchandise sales to slow down, before having an official coronation ceremony to add the new Princess to the group.

(And presumably they cab recycle unsold merch under the Disney Princess brand.)

So Tiana got added in 2010, Rapunzel in 2012, Merida became the first Pixar entry in 2013, Moana took three years to be inducted in 2019, and the most recent is Raya in 2022.

So that's the official Disney Princess lineup: Snow White, Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Pocahontas, Mulan, Tiana, Rapunzel, Merida, Moana and Raya.

Now I know what you're thinking: there's a pair of very famous names missing there.

And like I said before: they wait for the merchandise sales to slow down before bringing new characters under the umbrella. Moana seems to have been quite popular, taking three years for Disney marketing to feel comfortable folding her into the brand.

But Frozen still sells like fuckin' hotcakes, even a decade later.

So we have a funny scenario where the two most popular Disney Princesses aren't actually Official Disney Princesses because they're too popular.

[suzieloveships]

Marauders era's girls x girl childhood

Lily - Strawberry Shortcake girl first, human second, collected greeting cards and watched the cartoon religiously. Loves Barbie, had few dolls and watched every movie with Petunia, her favorite ones are Magic of Pegasus and Princess Charm School. Watched Winx, her favorite was Bloom. Favorite Disney Princesses are Belle and Cinderella, Twilight is her favorite out of Mane6 from MLP. One of 10 people on the planet that read Star Darlings.

Marlene - Polly Pocket girl, had a dozen of those tiny boxes. Adores Monster High, got atleast 2 dolls for every birthday, seen every movie. Watched og He-man and She-ra with her brothers and was super hype once the reboot came out. Made James and Peter watch Barbie movies and W.I.T.C.H., they made her watch TMNT and Transformers. Her favorite Barbie movies are Mermaid Tale and Diamond Castle, favorite pony is Rainbow Dash and favorite Disney Princesses are Mulan and Merida

Mary - dances ballet since she was 10, watched Angelina Ballerina almost every day and read as many Angelina books as she could. Collected LPS since she was 6, has two shelfs in her room just for the figurines. Favorite Barbie movie is Nutcracker and Swan Lake, mostly because of the real ballet dances in those movies. Her favorite Disney Princesses are Tiana and Rapunzel and Rarity is her favorite pony. Elle Woods and Cher Horowitz are her heroes

Dorcas - she is Tiana and Tiana is she, she owns colour green, as a kid definitly tried to kiss a frog atleast once and she and Pandora dressed up as Tiana and Lottie for Halloween 2 years in a row. Adored My scene, had many dolls, watched all movies and cartoon episodes and played all of the flash games. Also watched Winx and listened to Winx's albums so often I started to drive her family insine. Was also obsessed with PowerPuff Girls. Watches Sofia the First and Elena of Avalor with her younger sister. Mariposa duology are her favorite Barbie movies, Applejack is her favorite pony

Pandora - W.I.T.C.H. girl, collected comics as they were coming out, still has a box with accessories that came with each issue, rewatched the whole show every year, probably forced Regulus watch with her. Watched all of Disney Fairies movies and read all of the books, forever mad that Rani was not in the movies. Fairytopia trilogy stan, had a Bibble plushie. Pinkie Pie is her favorite pony and Aurora and Ariel are her favorite Disney Princesses. Watches Enchanted atleast 3 time per year

Sybill - One of 5 people that remembers Bratzillaz, but never really got into a Bratz. She just really likes a cartoon where a main character is a seer. She also likes Barbie, Rapunzel is her favorite. Religiously watched Addams family cartoon and Laika's movie. Had all 3 MLP G3 movies on DVD and later got obsessed with Friendship is Magic, her favorite is Fluttershy. Her favorite Disney Princesses are Snow White and Aurora. Practical magic is her comfort movie

Emma - Bratz girl, bought many dolls, watched all of the movies, even the live action one and listen to every album. Was also obsessed with Totally spies and Kim Possible, wanted to be a spy until she was 10. Despite being Bratz girl she did seen few Barbie movies, 3 musketeers is probably her favorite. Will unironically say that Kuzco is her favorite Disney Princess, it's actually Jasmine. Also a big fan of Jem and the holograms. Can quote Mean Girls so well it's actually scary

Amelia - one of those Barbie scholars. Not only has she see all of the movies she also knows deep lore of the toy. Don't ask her which movie is her favorite, she cannot choose. Adores Legally Blonde, movie and the musical. Hello Kitty aesthetic. Favorite Disney Princess is Rapunzel. Read Princess Diaries serie and hates to movie for completly ruining the story

Emmeline - MLP stan, can sing every song on Rainbow Rocks soundtrack, her favorite is Twilight, og LyraBon shipper. Also loves Care Bears, definetly annoys everyone by yelling Care Bear Stare while throwing thing at people. Had a massive crush on David Bowie and watch Labyrinth over and over again. Favorite Disney Princess are Ariel and Mulan and favorite Barbie movie is Princess and the Pauper

Lucinda - Evar After High girl, watch the whole show, bought many dolls and had a diary with a key. Thought Somebody to Love was written for Ella Enchanted. Favorite Barbie movie is Thumbelina. Got really into Buffy as she grew older. Grew up with DreamWorks rather than Disney, but Jasmin is probably her favorite princess

Hestia - lived near sea and had a mermaid phase. Watched H2O and Aquamarine almost every day. Marmaid Tale duology stan. Favorite Disney Princess is obviously Ariel and favorite pony is Pinkie Pie. Had a small Sylvanian Families collection. Was also a big Sailor Moon fan. Adores studio ghiblie movies, especially Ponyo. Actually owned the 13th year on DVD, that's how big her obsession with mermaid was

[skiplo-wave]

Different anon here. Thank you for saying it Skip! This is where I am at with the new little mermaid movie. I am happy but I am also sad because they could had took that energy and created a new Disney princess. Halle has a beautiful voice and honestly if they was just introducing Ariel, I would be 100% for it. She is going to get hate for it and I don't think it's fair to her. There's a lot of debate on this right now. I feel like Disney is running out of ideas but also at the same time they are purposely trying to create this divide. They knew Ariel would be the most controversial one. Before Merida, Ariel was the only red headed princess that also meant a lot to people. I honestly believe they'll do this to other characters. Remember in early production of live-action Mulan, they was going to add in British colonist and possibly one of them be a love interest for her? They ditched that real quick didn't they. And than just a few years ago there was this debate about kids dressing up as Moana for Halloween because they was painting their faces brown. Disney could had did the old school 80s/90s style costume and did a mask or something. They pulled those costumes off from store shelves. So people are using that in arguments right now, saying how is it wrong for white kids to dress up as Moana but it's okay for a poc to play Ariel. This is so migraine inducing. I hope Disney is happy with themselves. I actually had to finally delete my tiktok app off my phone because it's just to much. Disney knows what they was doing. Fuck them. I wish Halle nothing but success though.

So much sticking to source material. I mean director and writers being white not surprised they wanted throw in white savior 🙄

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Allies + Canada and Axis + Prussia walking in on their toddler singing Disney songs while wearing a costume that matches that certain Disney movie (like for example Germany walks in on them singing I’ll make a man out of you and the toddler is dressed like Mulan, you decide the song the toddler sings that fits which country and who they’re dressed up as)

QwQ omg my favorite Disney princess is 100% The girl from brave! (I'm kicking myself for forgetting her name...) And you know this prompt is gonna be super cheesy lmao and I'm stretching it across general kid movies!

Dad!Allies and Dad!Axis catching their child dressed up as their favorite Character!

Allies-

America:

He could hear Monster's Inc. playing for about, the fourth time today

The only difference this time was he could hear his kid going "Rawr!" Every five seconds.

The man got curious and just about busted a gut from restraining his laughter.

His kid had Purple colored paper taped all over them. It was hard to tell but they were dressed up as Boo!

This gave him an idea!

Running up to this spare attic he found a purple blanket and an unused mop and some googly eyes.

Walking back to his kid he helped them get on his make shift Boo outfit, and the kid was ELATED about it. No more paper cuts for them!

The best part was when he asked them why they dressed up as Boo, they told him it was because Boo was brave, and wasn't scared of monsters, just like their dad!

Cue their kid getting America a box of tissues while he cried on the floor.

England:

He wasn't a fan of American movies, but his kid was, so what his kid wanted, was what they got.

It... It was Shrek.

At first England kind of disliked the movie, but the more he watched it with his kid, the more he liked art the interpretations of the fairy tale characters.

And this was an extremely special moment for england.

Around the fifth time watching it he saw his kid point to one of the characters and say "That's not what tinker bell looks like!"

England had immediately spit out his tea, and started questioning his kid about it.

This was how he learned that his child had the same ability to see fairytale creatures as he does!

Soon enough he had his kid running around grabbing different blankets and scarfs to try and recreate what she really looked like!

Now he has a child sized Tinkerbell running around, Tinkerbell herself chasing after them playfully.

France:

He has the whole Disney collection from start to finish, and it's terrifying.

His kid is also badly addicted. But especially to Little Mermaid.

The thing is, France has his child completely spoiled, and has a bunch of maids around the place. One of which loves nothing more than sewing together cute outfits for the kid.

It's not that France doesn't have the time, oh no, this was the kids idea, and their idea only.

One day, after a grueling work day, he's in his room, trying to rest. His kid comes in wearing a trench coat.

France is courious as to why, and his mood is immediately lifted as the small child acts out a shortened play of The Little Mermaid, all costumes included.

It was amazing how well they moved with all the clothes they were wearing, and taking them on and off again as quickly as possible.

By the end France had given them a standing ovation, and they both happily napped on his bed due to the amount of physical exhaustion.

You can 100% catch France bragging about his little star to the other countries when he gets the chance!

China:

China's rubbed off on his child with several things.

One of those things is his love for old culture and reminiscing memories.

so surprise! Mulan is 100% a movie in the house... Except his kid has become brutality obsessed with the dragon.

One day China's fancy res shirts goes missing, and he finds it on his child while they were watching Mulan.

Mimicking everything Mushu does.

China has to hold his hand over his mouth as his kid eventually trips over the long shirt and starts saying things like "This is disrespectful to dragons!" And "If this shirt has a cow, it is now dishonored!"

Eventually china, very shyly, dresses up as Mulan while his kid isn't watching.

The kid proceeds to act like they're meeting a princess at Disney, not recognizing their own father.

Russia:

Unlike him, his kid really, REALLY loves the snow.

It's something that he hopes his child grows out of because he's heard them sing 'let it go' about 50 times.

It was very cute at first. Now he wants to beat the CD with his pipe (and then America for gifting them the movie).

But then the SECOND on came out.

Now his child parades around as Elsa, hitting high sqeaky notes, and following around the cat.

Cat is having more fun then the kid to be honest.

Russia was about to try and distract his kid until they asks him to play dress up with them

The sparkle in their eyes made him immediately say yes.

They wanted him to be Christoph, and when he asked them why he just about cried.

"Your cool, funny, nice, and you have the same nose!"

That's it. That broke him, he's trying not to cry

Has never knitted a dress so fast in his life, and has a very similar outfit to Christoph as well, so the two of them are parading around the house with their cat trailing behind them. His own little knitted Olaf costume on!

Canada:

Canada's kid can be rebellious at best, but seeing them dressed up as maleficent almost made him choke.

Is his kid turning into a villain!?

Nope. Turns out they just thought she was really cool, and felt bad that she wasn't invited to the child's birthday, or whatever.

And to be honest, yeah, that's kind of cruel.

Canada had bought the Sleeping Beauty film via America's suggestion, and wasn't dissapointed.

And now it was totally worth it since his kid was going through their "I have one outfit and no matter how many times my horns won't fit through the car door, I refuse to take them off" phase.

He enjoyed watching his kid act out a happier ending dressed as the Disney villain. And even snuck a few pictures of them prancing around and singing.

It brought tears to his eyes knowing that no matter what, his kid can see the good in anyone, and maybe one day that will come in handy!

Axis-

Germany:

I need to make it immediately clear, that Germany and China now officially plan playdates for their Mulan obsessed children.

Except Germany's kid is obsessed with Li Shang, and the "let's get down to business" song.

He's so proud of his kid not being afraid to show their little clumsy moves in order to show people they mean business.

Even if he can't take them seriously when they are this small and cute.

It starts out when they wanted to be a character from Mulan on Halloween, not yet seen the movie, but all that was left was a mock up Li Shang costume.

It was game over.

The kid would sing to his German shepherds as if they were their shoulders and bark dog commands.

Germany is a proud father now.

And the playdates I mentioned earlier? Oh yeah it's twice as cute when you have a tiny red dragon going "I HAVE TINY ARMS I CAN NIT BE MAN!"

Italy:

Beauty and the beast.

Italy's kid adores Bell, and has memorized every line, and dance.

One point gave him a heart attack catching them climbing a latter.

The best part is, Italy kept his chibi outfit from when he lived under Austria's rules. Which was at some point died blue, but now he has a tiny Bell running around more than gleefully.

Italy even joins in with him, and honestly it's the cutest thing.

Surprisingly his kid is really good with singing, and this is their new favorite hobby now.

Italy is also really emotional over the fact his kid wasn't scared of Beast either. His little tike is going to be a brave one, Italy is going to make sure of it!

Japan:

Yeah, Disney movies don't exist in his house, but Studio Ghibli 1000% does.

His kid is obsessed with Ponyo!

One day Japan was really concerned over how quiet his kid was being until he found them in the koi pond, trying to talk to the fishes, and heard him name them Ponyo 1-5.

His heart dank because he wanted to tell them the fish had no clue what they were saying, but at the same time.

Kawaii overload.

Small child talking to the koi, and enjoying the water, and muddy rain puddles? Oh yeah. That's adorable.

Eventually he makes them a fish outfit and it's a good thing it was mostly foam because the first thing his kid did was splash around in the puddles.

Japan filmed it.

He's planning on embarrassing his kid when they turn 16.

It's payback for not letting him watch the movie with them earlier.

Prussia:

Oh no. His kid has become obsessed with Rapunzel.

"how is that an issue?"

Well when your kid developed some of your impulse control issues, you will find them trying to crawl out of a window to escape their unlawful step mother/Prussia.

He was extremely confused about it at first as well. Untill his kid said, something something RAPUNZEL!

Then it clicked, and he was able to laugh about it.

Prussia hasn't seen the movie himself, and when he watches it he thinks Rapunzel is so quirky and super AWESOME! Especially because his kid now has a bunch of yarn on their head.

Not gonna lie, they both dress up as Rapunzel and try and fight each other with the long wigs.

Which is a sight to see first thing in the morning. Just ask Germany.

I know I didn't answer the prompt exactly, but I couldn't resist making some wholesome content! Also-

HER NAME IS MERIDA I JUST REMEMBERED IT LIKE, 3 DAYS AFTER THE FIRST DRAFT! THE CHICK FROM BRAVE IS MERIDA!!!

[bella-spil]

Halloween

Summary: you and the avengers spend Halloween together.

Characters: Y/N (your name), Bucky, Loki, Thor, Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Shuri.

Warnings: cursing, tbh thats it.  VINE REFERENCES

Word Count: 2.4

A/N: hi.. I’m sry I haven’t written in a while.  School has been killing my creativity.  This is gonna be more of a miniseries, more like 2-3 parts.  It’s prob not gonna get much attention, but if you like it, just comment or re blog bc it helps my confidence with posting stuff on here.  This is also inspired by a meme I saw (Ill post it at the bottom of the story) and a video with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans (link) Masterlist is here

Tag List: @sea040561 @wednesday-add-em @kmuir1 (lmk if you wanna join)

Halloween was a week away.  Tony being Tony, already paid for the decorations for the tower, so basically all of the floors look like a haunted house.  Rolls of toilet paper stretched across arches in the hallways, tiny spiders were all over furniture, bones and eyes and zombies and witches and everything in between that you could possibly think of was in the tower.  The tower looked like a zombie on steroids; creepy yet entertaining at the same time.  

Everyone was fine with the decorations, but the costumes were a big issue.  Steve and Tony kept arguing over the ideas, both of them wanting to do group costumes.  Everyone else had their ideas too, but Tony and Steve were at each other's throats for the past couple weeks, since like August.  Your room in the tower was right by the meeting office, so hearing the two of them screaming at each other for the most stupid shit was driving you insane.  Once it got to the point where you had to yell at them to shut up.  

This morning, a week before Halloween, while everyone was there, you cleared your throat while you heard Steve and Tony bickering.

“Guys this is getting to be too much.  We need to have a meeting to discuss these fucken costumes.” you said.

“Yeah this is getting out of control,” Nat agreed.

“Guys, cmon, you have to agree with me.  All of us having Iron Man suits would be awesome.  We could fly around the city all night and have so much fun!” Tony said.

“Tony, stop.  All of us being soldiers is better.”  Steve countered.

“STOP!” Clint groaned.  “You guys are insane.  We need to discuss this as a group.”

Tony and Steve sat across from each other, glaring at each other.  Death was looming between them.  

“Fine,” Tony sighed.  “When and where?”

“The office, 2pm,” Nat said.  “And everyone has to show up, that means you too Bucky.”

Bucky groaned from the other side of the room.  He hated group discussions, he liked working alone better.  Said that it was faster to be alone and you didn’t have to worry as much.

~~~

2pm finally rolled by.  Everyone has showed up in the big office, one that seemed a little too big.  Everyone was tired of the bickering and had showed up, thankfully.  

Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Peter P, Shuri, Wanda, Vision, Loki and you were crowded around the table.  Tony was standing at the end with a whiteboard, prepared to write down ideas.

“So guys, what do you want to do?” Tony said.

“What about we dress up as famous Star Wars characters?” Sam suggested.

“Nah, Steve isn’t going to know who Yoda is.  That’s a must if we do Star Wars.” Tony said.

“Devils and Angels?” Wanda said.

“Not original,” Steve said.

“What about we just wear each other’s costumes?” Thor suggested.

“You really think you are gonna wear my wings?” Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice that made you and Bucky snicker.

“I don’t think any of you guys want to wear a leather catsuit,” Nat said.

“We could dress up as famous vines,” Shuri offered, smirking at you and Peter.  

The three of you quoted vines daily and the rest of the team never knew what you guys meant, which made it even more fun.  Eventually, Sam, Bucky and Clint started learning vines with you because they kept saying things which you guys followed up with vine references.  The frustration got to the three men and they started to learn with you, but they weren’t nearly as attentive as you, Shuri and Peter.

“What’s a vine?” Steve asked.

“Vine was a website created in 2012, officially released in 2013.  It was ultimately shut down in 2016.  Vine was a website where users would create short videos an-” Vision said.

“Vis, I don’t think they want a whole essay,” Wanda said, seeing the reactions of the other Avengers.  Sam had started to fake snore, Loki was muttering something to Peter about knifes, and Shuri was about to watch vines, from what you could tell.  

“It’s this app filled with people saying and doing stupid things for attention,” Nat sighed.

“IT IS NOT STUPID!  VINE WAS LEGENDARY!!”  Shuri shouted.

“YOU WOULD DO THINGS FOR THE VINE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!!” you shrieked.

“EDUCATE YO SELF!” Clint shouted, right in Natasha’s ear.  Doing that earned him a hard punch in the back of the head.

“Well I don’t have all day so we need something,” Tony groaned, hitting his expo marker against the whiteboard.

You and everyone else was trying to come up with ideas when all the sudden, quiet Peter Parker, who was pretty much the baby of the tower, spoke up.

“Mr. Frost Giant, God sir?” Peter asked.

“Loki,” Loki sighed, pleasantly shocked.

“So, you have ice powers right?” Peter continued.

“Yes, I am an ice giant,” Loki said.

“You should be Elsa for Halloween,” Peter gasped.

Then, out of nowhere, Clint jumped up, looking like he had 5 monster energy drinks and 10 packs of warheads.

“I’LL BE MERIDA!!!” he screamed.

“I must assume that I am going to portray Elsa then,” Thor said, with a smile on his face.

“So...we are doing Disney princesses?” Tony asked, slightly confused.

“Looks like it,” Bucky said.

“Who the fuck am I gonna be?” Shuri asked.

“Language.” Steve said.

You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment and with a slight nod of your head, you were both in a song.

“FUCK SHIT PUSSY ASS!!!” you and Shuri sang.

“MOTHERFUC-” Peter started to continue, but Tony just slapped his hand over Peter’s mouth.  Tony swore that Peter wasn’t like a son to him, but this didn’t help his situation.

Steve was turning ad red as a tomato in his seat, not being able to process all the dirty words that escaped yours and Shuri’s mouths.

“Ok, who are all the Disney Princesses?” Tony asked, frustration in his voice as he looked down at Peter.  Tony gave him a look, one that said “Stop this shit or you get your suit taken away for two weeks” and once Peter nodded his head slightly, Tony removed his hand.

Vision started to list a bunch of them off, even some of the ones that aren’t considered princesses, like Megara, Alice and Jane.  Once Tony had a list of all the princesses, he started to write of all the avengers, making lines to match them up with their character.  

“Ok, who wants to find their Disney princess counterpart first?” Tony asked.

“Me, I already asked before,” Shuri said rolling her eyes.

“Well I mean you already are a princess.” you said.

“Oh,” Shuri said. “I don’t have to dress up then.  Haha.  You can cross my name off, Tony.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, while taking her name off.

“Next?” he sighed.

“What about me?” Steve asked.

“Oh this is gonna be interesting.” Sam grinned.

“Snow White.” Bucky said, without even hesitating.

“Wait why?” you asked.

“Ohhhhh, I think I see why,” Wanda smirked.

“Continue Barnes,” Natasha said.

“First of all, Snow White was the very first princess to come out.  She came out in the thirties or forties.  She’s the oldest.  Steve was the first avenger and he is the oldest.”  Bucky said.

“Bucky, you are a couple months older than me.” Steve countered.

“Second,” Bucky continued, ignoring his friend completely.  “She is like the most gullible and is surrounded by followers.  Snow White was like living with seven dwarfs.  And she was underage and just lived with them. Steve here, was the leader of the Howling Commandos.  And I was in that group, so I had to endure him and his stupid ass decisions, but I couldn’t elect to ignore it.”

“That’s offensive,” Steve said.

“That's the point,” Bucky said.  

“Ok so Steve is Snow White.”  Tony declared, making a line between Snow White and Steve on the whiteboard.  “NEXTT!”

“Me,” said the super secret Russian spy.

“Hmm..” you thought.

“Megara,” said Clint.

“Oh that's a good one,” Sam agreed.

“Who is Megara?” Steve asked.

“She is an attractive Greek lady that Hercules, the son of Zeus, who is the King of the Greek Gods, falls in love with.” Thor explained.

“Thor, how do you of all people know that?” Shuri asked.  “Shouldn’t Vision know all of these things?”

“M’lady, I am formally educated in Disney movies by the request of Peter Parker, also known as ‘The One and Only Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman’.” Thor explained.

“Kid, you make Thor, the God of Thunder, sit through Sleeping Beauty?” Tony asked, shocked.

“My dear man of Iron, Sleeping beauty was quite relaxing.  That Prince Philip, that amazing man, demonstrated quite intellectually advanced ways to use a sword.  Ways that I can use Storm-breaker effectively in battle.” Thor smiled.

Tony and Sam shared a look of disgust with a combination of interest and concern.

“Thor, I don’t think you can learn fighting tactics from a cart-” Vision started.

“I need to watch the movies again,” Clint and Bucky muttered under their breaths.

“No she should be Mulan,” Wanda said.  “Mulan is determined and strong.  Megara just messed with the God of Death.”

“I mess with death all the time,” Natasha countered.

“I should be Megara.” Bucky stated.

“Because you almost died?” Steve asked.

“Because your soul is dark and empty?” Sam asked.

“Yes and no.  My hair is long, not as long as her’s but I can make it work.  Hair extensions.  She plays with Hercules’ emotions.  She is also strong and independent.  Like me.” Bucky explained.

“That settles it.  Bucky is Megara and Natasha is Mulan.”  Tony said, making lines between the two avengers and their princesses.  

“nEXXttT!” Tony shouted.

“Me me me!” Wanda said happily.

“Yes Mr. Stark I would like to go as well.” Vision added.

“Wanda would make the perfect Moana.” Thor said.  “Moana and Wanda both demonstrate very strong emotions, which affect their abilities regarding their powers and limits and they care deeply about the people that mean the most to them.”

He nudged Loki in the shoulder to try to get him more involved in the meeting.  Loki was just throwing his knives up in the air, and Peter was getting very interested, and getting dangerously close to the God of Mischief.  Tony was eyeing the two of them very, very carefully.

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Loki sighed, just going along with Thor or the sake of it.

“Who would Vision be then?” Sam asked.

“He could be the dead grandma,” Clint suggested.

“Yeah, that one that turned into the manta ray.” Nat agreed.

“It’s settled.  Moana and Dead Grandma Ray.” Tony said, making the lines once again.  He had to add “dead grandma” to the board for Vision’s sake.

“NeXXXXXtttT!!” he shrieked.

“Tony, you should be Belle,” Natasha said.

“Yeah.  I mean, they both fall in love and save the people that mean the most to them, even if it means putting their own life at risk.” Steve agreed.

“And they are both really smart.” Peter added.

“Peter, you just had to say that and I would have been on board.  Now I had to listen to Steve and Natasha for a minute.” Tony groaned as he drew a line between his name and Belle’s.

“Thanks Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.

“Your welcome, Capsicle.” Tony gleamed back.

“Sam should be Cinderella.” Bucky said.

“OMG that works!!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Yeah..” Sam realized.  “I’m Cinderella ‘cause she broke, homie.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling from ear to ear, looking back at Sam.

“She represent me, yooo,” Sam said.  Then he looked over at Steve and said, “Lemme borrow twenty dollas.”

By this point, Steve couldn’t hold in the laughter and almost fell out of his chair.  And Sam, being as he called it “Steve’s best friend, better than Bucky,” saved Steve from collapsing on to the floor.

“Steve is the cinder princess.  Deal with it.” Tony declared, adding another line.

“NeeXXttTTT!” Tony screamed.

“Now, all that’s left is Peter and Y/N,” Wanda said, eyeing you two.

“Peter should be Rapunzel.  Before they face the real world, they are both innocent, but then when they see what the world is really like, it changes them.” Thor said, analyzing the similarities between the princess and the superhero.

“Jesus Christ, why is Point break actually really on point?” Tony asked.

“My dear Stalk of corn, I am educated like I told you earlier.  Insect man has really helped me tap into my inner child and all of the pain my demon brother made me endure.” Thor said.

“Spiderman,” Peter mumbled.

“I take that as a complement.” Loki stated, out of the blue.

“Rapunzel is Parker.” Tony declared.

“Last but not least, Y/N.” Steve said.

Now, it took everyone a while to come up with a princess for you.  You didn’t fit the exact mold or looks of a certain princess, so it was definitely harder.

“What about Alice?” Sam said/

“Why the fuck would she be Alice?” Bucky asked.

“Because Alice in Wonderland is supposed to portray the effects of drugs.” Sam explained.

“So your saying that I act like a drug addict?” you asked.

“NO!” Sam shouted.

“Sam, drop it before you dig your own grave.” Steve said.

“What about Jasmine?” offered Wanda.  “You have a very free spirit like her, and she’s your favorite princess.”

“Yeah sure, that sounds fine.” you agreed.

“Y/N is Jasmine!  dOOONNEe!” Tony shouted with relief.

“WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND!” Shuri shrieked.  “I WANNA BE A PRINCESS.  I WANNA BE TIANA SHE IS AN ABSOLUTE BADASS!”

“FINE!” Tony shouted back.  “NOW WE ARE DONE.  EVERYONE HAPPY?”

Everyone in the room, not wanting to disagree with a hot-headed Tony, looked around at each other and slowly nodded their heads.

“Great!” Tony smiled, a complete change in moods.  “Tomorrow we are going to Party City to get our costumes.  Everyone in this room has to come so we can get the wigs and dresses and makeup.  No skipping out.  That includes you Clint, Bucky and Loki.”

The three men who were called out rolled their heads and sighed.  But they agreed to go.  To Tony’s happiness.

“Great.  Meeting finished.  Pepper wants me for something.  Probably for the party.  Nobody try to call me or you will be met with an ear rape of AC/DC.” Tony said, putting on his glasses and promptly leaving the room in Stark fashion.  Everyone eventually left the room, you being lost in your thoughts.  

“You coming, doll?” Bucky asked, seeing you were still sitting in the room.

“Ya, I’ll be out in a second.” you said.  

“Alright, you, me and Clint are doing a Disney marathon for fighting tactics.  Don’t be late or you because we are gonna eat all the food.  I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Bucky said, walking out the door with a lazy drag of his legs.

Now, relief filled your body.  Now you wouldn’t have to hear arguing about costumes!  And they actually agreed to costumes, shockingly.  Now you just couldn’t wait to go to Party City and endure all the chaos.  And then, you left the room to watch Disney movies again, for fighting tactics.  

Oh, the chaos that awaits.  

[kate-read-that]

Because it's Halloween, lets read a littlw more into classic Disney Princesses:

Snow White, with black hair and snow pale skin. Her lips are red as rubies and whenever she talks, anumals listen. She got away with feeding from servants for a long while, but her step mother eventually discovered what she was and she had to fly. It was easy convincing those men to let her stay and serve her with adoration, and with seven of them she had plenty of food. When the prince arrives to safe her, she smiles. It's been a long while since she's allowed herself to feast until leaving someone dry. Her fangs drip blood.

Sleeping beauty was never like the other kids. Her mom used to call her "her fairy child". She was beautiful and charming, and she loved walking in the forest and dancing with strangers even when they didn't look quite human. Her father makes her sleep because he's scared of her, claiming she's not his daughter, but the prince, addict to her, brings her back so she can have her revenge. The king should have never tempered with The Old People on the first place.

Belle hides in the forest every full moon. That stupid hunter goes after her to kill her as a beast and to marry her as a woman. Belle sometimes plays with the idea of letting him find out. She finds that old abandoned castle and hides there to keep them safe, but they find her and come with torches and knives. Very well. Belle never needed protection anyway. It's them who will have ro face the beast.

Meg was born in the middle of a storm, and the gods call her their servant. She doesnt know what that means, only that she's made of lightnings and rage, and that she'll made everyone pay for their sins. Her skin grows gray and the wings come out as she punishes those who betrayed her, those who laugh at the gods and those who challenge them. That demigod calls her a fury, and for once she doesn't want to kill, he dances in her fire like he was born for it and Meg's body goes back to normal. At least, sometimes. Nothing will ever stop her vendetta.

Ariel saw the handsome prince and wanted him, so she sang and sang until the ship crashed against the rocks, and saved the boy for herself. She hears the others' screams and laughs, knowing it's all for her. When her prince starts growing old and is no longer handsome, she stops bringing him food and lets him die. She'll find another handsome man in another ship to keep him for the next ten years or so.

Esmeralda dances with the music before she knows how to walk. She slides in men's beds and obtains the energy she needs. Every man, even some woman want her, with a desperation that feeds her power. She doesn't need a weapon if she can look at you in the eyes. That priest is lost in her, and the soldier is too. She can have anyone, and the more men adoring her the more powerful she feels. She just needs to absorb their energy for a night and she'll be alive and beautiful for another 50 years. She's invencible.

Merida slips in the forest every free moment she has. Unlike her mother, who keeps her powers hidden, Merida runs through the forest in a thousand bodies. As a deer, s a rabbit, as a hawk, as a bear. All skins are hers, all bodies are hers, she's the only one that truly belongs among the trees. They can keep their silk dresses and golden crowns, she will stay in the forest, free and untamed as she hunts the humans who try to hurt her animals. She's the only one that can feed of the forest, they're just uninvited food for her.

Cinderella doesn't need a saviour. A little bit of sage, some crystals and her virginal blood is enough for a love spell. She arrives at the castle before her step sisters and adds the prince's hairs to the mix. She just has to wait a few days before he shows up, unable to resist the spell, crazed for her. She makes sure her captors play dearly once she's queen, and she creates new love spells for everyone around her. No one will ever disobey her or try to hurt her again.

Jazmin is kept in a golden cage by her father, who's too scared to let her roam. There is no tiger, she's the one with the black stripes in her skin whispering imposible riddles to the soldiers' minds, attacking them when they don't know what to answer. Everyone around her is so ignorant. Her own father can't solve any of her riddles. But that street rat solves them all, answers every little question she has. With the genie on their side they take the palace and marry, showing all those who tried to force them into submission that their better, wiser, stronger. She's a tiger and she won't accept anything else.

Mulan breathes fire all the time. She feels it burning in her chest and she's told she needs to be more feminine, or when she's forced to look for a husband. She can smell it clawing up her throat when her weak father is forced to go into a battle where he'll die for sure. Scales appear on her skin as she takes his sword and leaves in his place, knowing this won't have a happy ending. As she faces the Huns, she spits fire that burns every single one of them. They try to leave her to die for being an abomination, but she proves once again she wont be pushed down. She saves the emperor and they finnally, finnally applaud her wings. 

[gemsdoodles]

Day 19 - Sarcophagus

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For today’s drawing, here is my little girl Chisai dressing up as a mummy for a costume party she’s going to for Halloween!

Chisai would rather dress up as something creepy for Halloween than dress up as a princess or whatever. Well, she is an alpha girl, so that’s kinda obvious, she rather be something creepy like a mummy or vampire than dress as Snow White or Cinderella, unless it’s Merida from Brave or Mulan, so here she is, dressed as a spooooky mummy, practicing exiting a Sarcophagus and walking creepily like a genuine mummy to scare her friends and classmates, I am sure she will succeed ^^

For the Inktober related drawings, I’m mostly using my OC’s with a promps list that I found on DA (here’s the link: https://www.deviantart.com/sarispy56/art/Sari-s-Inktober-2019-810429241 )

[myrandom-fandomlife]

Halloween at Camp Half-Blood

Rachel goes as Merida(obviously). To her surprise, she is really good at archery and ends up taking it up as a hobby when at CHB.

Percy and Annabeth go as Rapunzel and Flynn Rider. Percy wanted to be Ariel, but Annabeth said that she would make a horrible Eric, so he reluctantly agrees to go as Rapunzel and Flynn.

Jason and Piper go as Pocahontas and John Smith. This hilariously ironic, as Piper is from a Native American tribe, Jason is from a completely different place than her, and they start with the same letters.

Frank and Hazel go as Mulan and Li Shang, on the promise that next year they are Tiana and Naveen.

Leo is the priest in Hunchback of Notre Dame, just so he can sing “LiKE fIRE HeLLFiRE!” And light his hands on fire and make his head start flaming.

Reyna is Moana, Percy is jealous because that was his second choice.

Nico is one of Hans’ brothers that just so happens to be gay, Will is Rapunzel’s long lost brother (sun kissed). Their story is that they met at Elsa’s coronation and have been together ever since.

Octavian is Jack Frost. Everyone finds it funny that he would even dress up, turns out, his favorite fictional character is Jack Frost.

I love these, and I have more ideas! Let me know if you want a part 2!

[yakkoblr]

Do all the asks that have yellow emojis...

😍 celebrity crushrami malek, hands down. very handsome, very cute, very good, love that man.

😘 irl crushmy wonderful, shining, amazing partner whom i love with all my gay ass heart

😖 something that makes you anxiousthor & loki fan art, even if it isn’t tagged, i’m still always on edge & gotta do a background check on OP

😑 pet peevegroups of friends who walk side by side together in a hallway. as slow. as humanly. possible.

😒person you hatea lot, actually! i’ve met a lot of shitty ass people, but i’d say one of the top 5 was a chick (let’s call her Cherry) who literally had no grasp of how to treat people or how to have compassion— just generally she had no grasp of human interaction. she was cruel, selfish, demanding, pretty toxic, & just?? legit bananas

😱biggest fearheights, fuck that shit

🤐tell us a secreti think raw soft shell flour tortillas smell FANTASTIC & u can catch me sniffing one & havin a grand ol’ time

🤘first concert you went toit was a selena gomez concert when i was like?? in elementary or early middle school. it rained the whole time & i had to wear a bad quality rain poncho 1/10

💇‍♀️ hair lengthit’s like?? a bit past my shoulder blades, idk how long it is when it’s straightened, probably not much longer

💁‍♀️ hair colorlike a darkish medium brown, the tips are kinda reddish?? idk why

👯‍♀️ best friendprrrrrrrobably either hyacinthe, davis, or my partner

👑 favorite disney princess1.) mulan2.) tiana3.) meridaidk if mulan of tiana count but they do in my book

🐱 have any pets?a couple! 3 cats, 1 dog, 2 fish, & 1 snake

🌝 day or nightugh, night

🎉 favorite holidayhalloween!! it’s close to my birthday & i get to play dress up!! what’s not to love? (besides the weather)

[lifeinahole27]

CS ff: “Wait for the Moonrise” (7/10) (au)

Summary:  Emma doesn’t remember who she was before she was found in the woods, but she knows that she has a few close friends, a good job, and a loyal cat that greets her every day when she gets home from work. What she doesn’t know, however, is that her past is about to catch up to her in the strangest of ways. She learns quickly that not everything is as it seems, not even her cat.

Rating: E

Content warnings: smutty smut, brief mentions of the loss of a hand

Chapter specific content warnings: Weird, curse-related bullshit...? I think that and some swearing? 

A/N: This is two weeks of updates that have been done whilst sick as a dog, so humor me for going quick. Thanks to @captainswanbigbang for existing so I could get this done. Thanks to @phiralovesloki, @captainstudmuffin, @sambethe, @clockadile, and @pocket-anon for continued support and beta and prodding and help and I seriously don’t know where I would be without you all. And Especially thanks to @clockadile for the neverendingly beautiful artwork she contributes to this story week after week, on top of having a life and a job and such. She’s the true hero of my csbb, I think.

And one last special thank you to all who come by and message me, send asks, write comments, flail at me via various message platforms. After writing this without feedback other than from those listed above for so long, I am overwhelmed and ecstatic that you’re all enjoying reading this and so many of you have said such wonderful things about this story. 

Without further ado, here’s some “weird, curse-related bullshit” according to my chapter warnings...

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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Emma’s all but bouncing in her seat waiting for Killian to change, waiting to see what will happen when she has a chance to talk to him again, but before the clock can even move an hour closer to his changeover, her phone rings. Graham talks quickly when she answers, his words sliding together in his rush to get them out, and Emma is already off her seat and heading to get ready before the call has ended.

Rushing from room to room, she gets dressed in her warmest clothes and slips on her thickest boots. She struggles into her coat as she heads for the kitchen, dumping a handful of food into the bowl even though it’ll be Killian sitting on the couch when she returns. In the meantime, that’s the best she can do.

“I’m sorry Killi – Cat – I have to go. There’s a woman lost in the woods and we only have so much daylight.” He gives her the best understanding look he can, but she can still see the disappointment in his eyes as she goes. She turns back, giving him an affectionate pat on the head and scratches his chin for good measure. When he looks up again, she smiles at him, and then turns to grab her gloves before she rushes out the door.

The drive to the woods is tense, especially with the headache that’s suddenly decided to bloom behind her eyes. As the stress mounts higher, Emma thinks about the man she will be returning home to, and how very much they have to talk about at this point, especially given the way their last time together ended.

She’d tried so hard to hold onto the anger that had been fueling her forward after his rejection. If she’d just taken a second to actually think about his reasons why, she would’ve calmed down sooner, but the outcome was rather fun. Not the stuff between, though. Not walking around angry, going to work when she didn’t really have to, or going to a bar with the purposes of finding someone to take her home.

The second a nameless man’s lips had touched hers, she’d sobered up, realizing that it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t Killian, and she only wanted to be kissing him again. There was something about the way he kissed her that made her feel like everything was just the way it should be, or that it would get to that point soon. Instead, she’d tried to find solace in the lips of another and begged off after he started getting handsy.

She’s never had the chance to tell him about her dream with him in the flower field. It’s the strangest thing, but she knows it’s memory, and not imagination. Thinking of that dream now, she can almost feel the sunshine, and the way her hair lifts around her shoulders in the gentle breeze.

The harsh weather outside her car reminds her that she's not in that dream, and that winter in Maine is nothing like the setting in her mind. With that thought repeating, she steps out of her car and pulls her hat a little lower, making sure her gloves are covering her wrists, as well.

The meeting point outside the woods is crawling with officers and volunteers, all with flashlights and orange vests. Ruby stands off the side of Mulan’s squad car, handing over a thermos and giving the other woman a quick kiss on the cheek. They both glance around, making sure no one is looking their way, and the moment Ruby’s eyes find Emma, she blushes almost as red as the dye in the tips of her hair.

Good naturedly, Emma waves and tries to give an inconspicuous wink and thumbs up, before she heads directly to where Graham is meeting with volunteers. As she approaches him, she has to squint against the pain that throbs incessantly behind her eyes, trying to force a neutral expression as she accepts her quadrant to search.

“Dorothy and Merida just left a minute ago. It shouldn’t take you long to catch up to them. I’ll radio ahead and let them know you’re on your way. Belle’s only been out there for a bit so we have a good chance of catching up to her.” Even hearing the name does something funny to her head. Belle? Where does she know her from? She’s… the librarian, right? She can’t think of how many times she’s ever interacted with the woman in question, or if she’s ever been to the library. Left to deal with the needles of pain by her temples, she nods and gives Graham a thumbs up before heading for the woods.

Swiftly but carefully, Emma picks her way through the underbrush where the path falls away. This all feels familiar, but this is the first search party that they’ve ever had to throw together in her time on the force. That she remembers. Right? Has she been here before? With each step, a pit opens in her stomach, growing wider and wider.

Flashes of the time she got lost start coming to her. Something that’s always remained so hazy in the back of her mind is getting clearer the closer she gets to whatever she’s heading towards.

The pain behind her eyes gets so strong that she has to stop, leaning against a tree and pressing her fingers to her temples in an attempt to stem the sensation that her head will throb apart into chunks. Emma realizes that if she doesn’t keep moving, they’ll be sending out a search party for her, too.

Haltingly, she keeps going, experiencing the phantom sensations of bare feet in the cold soil. She remembers her fingers shaking, dirty, muddy, her ring smudged from where her hands had sunk into the ground. Beneath her gloves, her ring feels warmer than ever before. She shakes her head, trying to forget the pain in her knees, the cold material of a nightgown. Does she even own a nightgown? Why would she be in a nightgown?

With three more steps, she breaks into a clearing – one that doesn’t have any specific markings to remind her that it’s where she was found, but she just knows. In the middle of that clearing, there’s a woman. She’s sitting, her knees drawn up to her chest, her face buried from the chill against her knees. She’s less battered than she figured someone lost in the woods would be.

“Belle?” She calls out to the woman softly, so as not to startle her too much. This is already a scary experience; there’s no need to make it worse. Right after the name leaves her mouth, her head blares with pain. She clutches at it, and it feels like something wedges into her brain.

“What the fuck is going on?” It sounds like she’s screeching as it bounces around her skull, but the words barely come out as a whisper.

“Emma? What’s wrong?” It’s Dorothy, to her left, but she can’t turn to look at her. Can’t even move her neck for the moment, and she waves the other woman off.

“Check on Belle. I’m fine,” she wheezes.

Merida is already moving to help Belle to her feet, followed soon by Dorothy. Emma braces her hands on her knees for a moment, willing the discomfort to lessen its hold on her. It ebbs away as Merida questions after Belle’s well-being, and Emma is finally able to stand up straight.

The fresh look at Belle, however, is nothing short of weird. It’s definitely not Halloween, so why is the woman wearing a dress that looks straight out of some fairy tale book? She’s never seen anything like it in the shops around town, but the way Belle wears it makes it seem like it’s something she’d wear any day of the week.

Finally catching her wits, Emma signals on the radio that they’ve found Belle. The four women trek through the woods together, and Emma marvels at how far in they’d gotten. Just as they break through the last line of trees, Belle passes out. There’s a flurry of activity after that, getting her into the ambulance. Somehow, Emma’s the one that ends up in the back of the van with her. It works out well, as someone who’s been lost in the woods can be the one to see if Belle has any memory of how she ended up as far out as she did.

She doesn’t get the chance, though. Belle is whisked behind doors and sent for tests and Emma is told that they’ll allow her to question Belle in the morning, if she’d like to return.

With all the chaos, it still takes her way longer to get home than she wanted to be. The bright side of that is Killian in the kitchen, putting what looks to be the finishing touches on another elaborate dinner. His hair still looks damp, and he’s wearing the sweatpants she first gave to him, topped with a black t-shirt that may or may not be her own.

Emma is surprised to see the way he’s lashed the spatula to his left arm, leaving his right hand free to handle the pan and season as necessary.

“Welcome home, Swan. I’m just nearly finished here if you’d – Emma?” He finally looks up to see her, and it must be the mud caked on her jeans, or the look on her face that makes him stop. He quickly flicks off the burner and moves the pan over so the food won’t get burned, slipping the spatula off before he heads for her. “Is everything all right? Did you find the missing girl?”

“Uh, yeah, she’s at the hospital now.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Her heart lights up with the contact of his hand drawing down her arm from elbow to fingers, where he squeezes them gently. “In fact, why don’t you go take a hot shower, change into those fleece pajamas you’re so fond of, and I’ll keep this warm for you. We can eat when you’re ready.”

It sounds perfect. It sounds like exactly what she needs, and she can’t verbalize how much it means that he’s trying to take care of her without explicitly taking care of her. She thanks him in a way that feels so natural that she leans forward and kisses him without realizing that it might be weird. But it’s anything but weird.

He hums into the kiss, shifting forward as their lips brush against each other. He must’ve been tasting the sauce as he went because she gets hints of cumin and cinnamon. His hand, which had been innocently resting on her hip, glides slowly up her waist to rest just beneath her ribs. She wants it higher. But instead of winding her arms around his neck and saying to hell with the food, she manages to stop herself and pull back.

He gives her another slow smile, his eyes lidded and looking just a tiny bit stuck in the moment. Still, he ushers her off towards the other side of the apartment to shower and change.

It’s only once she’s in the shower that she remembers the headaches while they were out searching, and she wonders how much of anything about this night she should tell Killian. While the hot water hits the top of her head and drips down over her shoulders, Emma examines the way the pain got worse the closer she got to the clearing where she was found. Where Belle was found, where she herself was found… The coincidence is a lot to handle.

Thinking back to her talks with Killian last month, Emma ponders over his original question of what she did after she got here. What does she remember of her twenty-fifth birthday? She concentrates on the stories Graham and Regina have told her about that night, but there’s not even a flash of recognition. Wouldn’t she remember something by now? They warned her the amnesia might be permanent, but she remembers so much of her life from before that day, why can’t she remember the actual day?

By the time she steps out, the water is beginning to cool and she’s anxious to bundle up in her coziest pjs like Killian suggested, eager to see where things will go with him tonight. There’s a buzz of anticipation under her skin, only partly due to the idea of finding out more from him, and from the afternoon she’s had, but also because of the way he kissed her back before she showered.

The shot of warmth blooms in her stomach, shooting through her body as she ties her hair back and checks her appearance one last time. It’s not the sexy outfit she had on last month when he changed, but it’ll do.

“There you are,” he says affectionately when she makes it to the kitchen table. He removes the lid from the pan where it’s been keeping warm on the stove, bringing it over to the table before offering her the serving utensils. “Feel better?”

“Yeah. Much, actually. I’m glad we were able to find her so quick. Too long in that weather and we all would’ve been in danger. I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow to check on the librarian.” A sharp burst of pain springs up behind her eyes, but it’s gone in an instant.

“Emma?”

“I’m fine, really. I think it’s just exhaustion. Do you mind saving the conversation for tomorrow? I just kinda want to stretch out on the couch after this and watch movies or something.”

“Of course, love. It’s been a trying day. Why don’t we eat, and then I’ll fix you a cup of that hot chocolate you taught me about last month, and we can do whatever you’d like for the remainder of the evening.”

“Thanks, Killian. I know we don’t have a lot of time with these shifts…”

He waves her off before she can finish the statement. “Nonsense. Your well-being comes before anything else.”

His smile is bordering on sad after he says it, and she wonders something. If what he’s saying is really true, then how long did he go worried that she might be dead? Three years is a long time to hope for someone to be alive and well. She swallows the lump that forms, pushing all those thoughts away while they eat.

They spend the rest of the night exactly as she requested, but with a twist from the normal. Instead of tucking into opposite ends of the couch, she takes a deep breath before pressing close to him. By the middle of the movie she’s put on, they’ve maneuvered so his arm is around her shoulders. When she starts a second one, they shift so they’re both lounging instead of sitting up. And before the first turning point in the plot, Emma is asleep on his chest, the solid feel of his body beneath hers the last comfort she needed to finally let go.

Killian must somehow carry her to bed, although she would’ve loved to have seen this happen, because she wakes up with the sun already risen, her hand clutching Killian’s between their pillows, and not much space between them. She only gives herself a minute to admire the peacefulness on his face before she drags his hand close to kiss it gently.

“I have to get up and go check on that woman. Sleep as long as you want, okay?”

His response is mumbled, but he untangles his hand and opens one eye long enough to stroke his thumb along her cheek with a soft smile. Then his hand drops back down, his eye closes once more, and he’s asleep again. With a sigh that is much more content than she thought it would be, or maybe even should be, Emma leaves the comfort and warmth of her bed in hopes of finding out how a missing person became missing in the first place.

When she shows up at the hospital, however, Belle is sitting up in bed and smiling. She’s alert, no signs of a concussion, and much less disoriented than she was when Emma found her.

“Good morning, Belle. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, Emma. Thank you for finding me yesterday,” comes the cheery greeting.

Emma’s own time at the hospital is still disjointed; she doesn’t remember much because she was sedated, but Belle looks like she could walk out of here without assistance if she wanted.

“You’re looking great,” Emma comments as she settles into the chair by the bed. “Much better than I expected. You mind if I ask a couple questions?”

“Sure thing!”

Still thrown by the cheery demeanor, Emma pulls out her notepad and pen. “Okay, do you have any recollection of how you got in the woods?”

“No, I’m afraid not. I can barely even remember getting out of there yesterday. I only know how quickly you got me out of there because the nurse told me so. My father said it’s all part of my sleep-walking. Apparently, he left the door unlocked yesterday and I got too far before he realized it so he had to call.”

“Of course, of course. Well, it’s lucky that we found you when we did.” She pauses, absorbing what Belle has said. “You said ‘apparently’ you have sleep issues. Do you not remember?”

“The doctor says I have a mild case of amnesia, but that my memories should return soon. I didn’t hurt myself at all, but he said something about it being brought on by the stress or trauma, something like that. What do you know about me, Emma?”

“I don’t, really. I know that you’re the librarian. I guess we’ve never had the chance to talk before. We can correct that now, if you’d like me to stay a while?”

“I’d like that. They turned that thing on for me, but I don’t understand anything they’re talking about,” Belle says, indicating the television.

“I have a friend who could relate,” she responds, thinking of the evolution of Killian’s interaction with the TV. Emma stays for a little longer, but the whole time she’s there, she can’t help but feel like something is off. There’s every chance that it’s a perfectly plausible story, but her lie detector is going off. The thing is, Belle doesn’t even act like she’s lying. It doesn’t look like she’s trying to cover anything up.

But, if she was sleepwalking like her father claims, why was she dressed like she stepped out of a storybook?

-x-

Killian reaches for Emma, even knowing that she’s not in the bed any longer. She left at least a half hour before, but he couldn’t find the energy to rouse himself from bed sooner. With no clue when she’ll return, he decides to dedicate himself to short tasks. Much like he used to do with his own quarters, despite the fact that he had maids that came and cleaned for him, he prides himself on the tidy environment around him.

Besides, Emma was not wrong all those years ago about him practicing kissing with the maids. If the work was done before they got there, that was more time he could spend with his lips against fair skin, while also querying them for information about the princess. When they would direct his lips to the spot behind their ears, or to the spot between clavicle and shoulder, he thought they were just tired of him talking, not directing him to the princess’s favored spots.

Rather than force on a pair of the ill-fitting bottoms she’s been collecting for him, he slips on a fresh pair of boxers and a t-shirt. It’s the combination that Emma assures him looks like Christmas threw up on him, and while he has no idea what that means, he still smiles as he rakes his fingers through his hair to tame it before he heads to the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

She’s taught him about all the cleaning products, so he helps himself to the wood polish and the floor cleaner, flipping the television on as background noise while he works.

It’s in the middle of some pirate movie that the unthinkable happens. One moment, he’s using the duster to attack his imaginary foe, reliving the glory days of his ship-looting experiences. The next, Regina has burst through the door, her key still in hand, holding a small club aloft as if preparing to swing on him. He’s brandishing the duster in defense until he sees who’s standing in the entryway.

They both stop, wide-eyed and unsure what to do next, until Killian drops the duster and lunges for the remote to pause the movie.

“Where’s Emma?” she asks, tilting her head and looking around, checking the floor of all places to see if her friend is hiding, or whatever she presumes has happened. He stoops to pick up the duster, as if proving that Emma’s not hiding beneath it.

“She’s out.”

“And you are?”

“An old friend, staying for a couple days.”

“Your name?”

“Does it matter?”

“Huh,” she intones, looking at him head to foot and back again. “You’re certainly not the worst she’s ever brought home. Much better than the guy she was trying to canoodle last time we went out. But the first one she’s ever let stay past breakfast. Kudos to you, Mister Clean plus hair. Tell Emma to call me when she gets home. We’re due for a girls’ night out.”

With that, Regina – skeptical look and all – backs out of the apartment and shuts the door on her way. Knowing it won’t stop anything, Killian still walks over and latches the door, heaving a sigh of relief that he made it through the encounter with minimal problems.

Emma returns just around lunch time, which she insists on making when she sees how much he cleaned while she was gone.

“You know, I didn’t realize I would get a house pet and a maid service all in one,” she says as she flips the sandwiches in the pan.

“May I remind you that you’re forced to scoop litter? I assure you, this is the least I can do to make up for it.”

She scoffs, laughing as she slips two perfectly crisp grilled cheese sandwiches onto plates for them. “Anyway, anything good on TV while I was gone?”

“An extraordinary but inaccurate movie about pirates. Speaking of which, Regina sort of broke in when she thought I was attacking you.”

“Sort of? Attacking me?”

“I was, um, playing along with the movie. And she used her key, but still barged in. Told me to have you call her because you’re due for one of your girly nights.”

“Well, I’ll save that for after you change back. I’ve already had to split my time between you and the work insanity.”

“Enjoying the company of a pirate then, love?” He can’t help the grin that spreads over his face, and he tilts his head down and bats his eyelashes at her.

She’s just setting the plates, also with a serving of vegetables for him and onion rings for her, down on the coffee table as she looks at him, and she gives him another soft laugh. With the plates out of her hands, she leans over him on the couch and gives him a short, sweet kiss.

“Yeah, I think I am,” comes her quiet response.

It’s still a surprise, to feel something so bordering on loving come from her, when she still doesn’t remember him. Although they were much more intimate a month ago, silly things like this kind of kiss shouldn’t fluster him, but still he feels the tips of his ears warm, and a soft smile on his face as he looks away.

They don’t go much further than that, though. Instead, after lunch, Emma leans against him and falls asleep in the middle of a program, and Killian turns off the TV in order for them to both nap. Other than the night he spent in her room on her birthday, they didn’t have opportunities to rest like this. It was frowned upon for him and Emma to fall asleep in the same room after a certain point in their childhood. No longer was there a designated naptime for the princess, where he was allowed to also rest since she was loathe to let him get too far between lessons.

It's for this reason that Killian sinks into the sensation in bliss, both falling asleep and waking up with Emma in his arms making him almost entirely at peace.

To his surprise and delight, Emma has more questions for him. They've settled down to a game of cards, one she calls Rummy and which he is horrible at playing. But he does get to see her eyes light up as he shuffles the deck with one hand, which makes up for the fact that she’s beaten him twice already and is about to do it again. She inquires about what he knows about Storybrooke as a fake town in an unfamiliar world.

“Sadly, Swan, my knowledge is quite limited to what I was able to get from the sources I had. But I did glean that the people who come here are from all different periods of time. If that’s correct, then Regina really might be the missing royal that I think she is. But Emma, and I mean this with absolutely no offense, you don’t look the same as the day I last saw you. You look like you’ve aged, just as I have. But Regina was a young woman when she went missing, and she doesn’t look like she’s older than the portrait hanging in the main hall.”

“That’s strange,” she responds, her brows furrowing down. And it’s true. There are subtle differences to her appearance besides the physical side of things. He knows she’s much less dainty, if that’s a word he ever could have used to describe her in the first place. She’s stronger, and leaner, and her face no longer has the last rounded edges of childhood. So how could time stand still and Emma have aged? “You know, Regina said something to me about the clock above the library working when we went to lunch after I got out of the hospital.”

“Maybe your arrival in town had something to do with that. Why do you ask?”

“Well, you claim I came here through a… portal, right?”

“Aye, that’s what I was told.”

“And you didn’t come through one?”

“No, I was brought here via waterway. Through the oceans of our realms.”

The look she gives him, one of confusion, is completely warranted as far as he’s concerned. “Well, okay. But I don’t remember my life. And you do. Does that have something to do with the way we traveled here? Regina claimed I’d been living next to her for years.” She stops for a minute, her face scrunching up as she tries to work something out in her mind. “So, if people are transported here over time, what do you think happens to the people who were already here?”

“I don’t know. Regina seems like she knew exactly who you were, like there was an established relationship.” Like one of those magnificent light bulbs lighting up over his head, Killian turns to study her face. “Emma, who was the lost girl in the woods?”

“Just the librarian. She wasn’t injured or anything.” Her eyes shut in pain for a moment.

“You all right, love?”

“Yeah, just a headache I’ve been fighting the last couple days. Can we talk about this more in the morning?”

“I like that plan. Off to bed with you, Swan.”

She hesitates, collecting all the cards and sliding them back into the box. “You coming with me?”

“Lead the way,” he tells her, pulling himself up from his chair at the same time she does.

They ready themselves for bed at the same time, both of them crammed into the bathroom while they brush their teeth and wash their faces. Several times, their eyes meet in the mirror and he notices she’s looking at him just as often as he’s looking at her. This Emma, this version of her, is so like the one he grew up with, but without the prim and proper edges still in place.

She’s relaxed and happy and carefree when she’s not working. And she fits right in this land, false memories or no.

More than just settling onto opposite sides of the bed this time, Emma smiles almost coyly over her shoulder as she burrows back into his embrace. He pushes the time limit out of his mind once again as he falls asleep to her gentle breathing. The answer to their questions has to be out there, somewhere.

-x-

Emma wakes after Killian is already out of bed, and she can hear the sounds of him puttering around in the kitchen. She has to get up and go back to the hospital to see if Belle remembers anything new. The entire incident is weird, but Belle doesn’t even seem disturbed by the fact that she wandered into the woods in the dead of winter in nothing more than a weird dress. The entire thing is still giving her an unsettled feeling, and she figures if she keeps prodding and asking the right questions, she might just figure out why.

Sure enough, when she finally rolls out of bed and wanders to the kitchen, Killian has breakfast waiting for her, along with a travel mug full of coffee.

“I figured you’d want to get to the hospital as soon as possible this morning,” he says as he turns and sees her standing there.

“I do. Killian, this is… I don’t wanna say too much because you’re right, I clean the litter box every couple days and I might as well have a stock in tuna, but this is all so great. Thank you.”

If she wasn’t looking so closely at his face, she may have missed the quick expression that crosses it, leading her to believe there’s still more he’s keeping from her. This habit of doing the chores and making her food is all repayment or making up for something, but she can’t figure out what. That’s something she can ask him later, though, so instead of prodding, she settles in her spot at the table and waits until he’s seated before she starts eating.

After breakfast, she goes off to change, and makes sure to give Killian a kiss before she goes. He’s in clothes that almost match today, the black jeans she found in the consignment shop are just a little too big, but the v-neck sweater fits perfectly. Unfortunately, he’s wearing socks with little owls on them, the purple background a stark difference from the muted tones from the rest of his clothing. With a mental sigh that she’s yet to buy him any normal socks, she leaves for the hospital.

Belle, it turns out, is getting discharged. In fact, she’s just waiting on her father to get back with her clothes and to sign the discharge papers. She’s sitting up in bed, flipping channels with a serene smile when Emma walks in.

“Good morning again, Emma.”

“Getting out today, huh?”

“Yes, thankfully! I’m ready for my own shower and bed.”

“Anything new come up with your memories? Do you remember how you got in the woods?”

“Not how I got there, but it seems like everything else is back. I think I just needed a good night’s rest in order to get better.”

Emma drops into the visitor’s chair beside the bed, telling Belle that she’ll stick around until her father gets back.

It’s while they’re discussing the latest books they’ve read that a familiar nurse walks in, greeting Emma warmly despite the fact that it’s been more than three years since she’s been here, before turning her attention to Belle.

“Your father just called. He’ll be back in about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, here’s the personal belongings you had when you were admitted. The dress is a little dirty, but it looks like you managed to stay out of the mud while you were lost. Hopefully we won’t have you in again before the month is up!”

Emma stays quiet, but all her alarm bells start ringing in her head. Like last time? When is the last time they had to get called for a missing person in the woods? In the three years since her own incident in the woods, she can’t remember a single call where they had to find Belle. Speaking of which, how long has she known about Belle?

When the nurse leaves the room again, Emma turns to the woman in the hospital bed. “Hey, Belle? How long have you worked at the library?”

“Emma, that’s a silly question. I’ve been…” Belle trails off, her eyebrows furrowing and her lips turning down as she tries to think of the number. “Well, I’ve worked there for as long as I can remember.”

“When was the last time you got lost in the woods?”

“Just two months ago. I think you’d remember that since you found me last time, too.”

Which is exactly the problem. There’s something going on here, and she needs to get home to Killian and talk to him, and the sooner she does, the better. Catching sight of the dress folded and shoved in a familiar plastic bag, Emma has an idea.

“You’re right,” she covers, shaking her head as if at herself for forgetting. “You’re right, I just forgot. It’s been a crazy couple of months. Hey, do you mind if I take the dress in for uh, evidence? It might be a clue for how you got so far out, and I want to make sure that you weren’t disturbed while you were sleepwalking. Just want to make sure there’s no foul play at work.”

Belle shrugs, a smile lighting up her face again. “That sounds fine to me. Not sure why I was wearing that old, silly costume anyway. Thanks for being so dedicated, Emma.”

“Of course,” Emma says, smiling brightly back to her. They watch TV for the rest of the time Emma stays with her, and she bids both Belle and her father farewell when he shows up.

Maurice thanks her again for finding his daughter, “And for the second time in a row! You’ve got a knack for finding people, Deputy Swan.”

“Just part of my job!” Emma assures him, making sure to tuck the bag with Belle’s dress under her arm on her way out.

Instead of heading to the station, however, Emma heads straight for her apartment.

“Killian?”

“In the bedroom,” he calls back, and she finds him just straightening the comforter on the bed. “Have a nice visit with the woodsy woman?”

“Belle. Her name is Belle.” Killian freezes in place, his hand leaving a fresh dent on the bedspread where he was just smoothing out wrinkles. “So, you know the name?”

“Brown hair, funnier accent than mine, eyes bigger than should be realistic?”

“I’m pretty sure you just described her perfectly.”

“Aye, and I’m afraid she’s the reason I’m here. Not sure why he waited so bloody long to send her. Oh Emma, I wish you’d told me sooner, if only because my time is up this cycle. It was Belle’s information that led me to finding you. She was the first break I found after entirely too long of searching. What that poor woman has probably been through…” He trails off, hanging his head in sorrow for a minute. “If we had more time, I’d ask you to invite her here, see if she knows anything we might be able to use to get your memories back.”

“I didn’t have reason to think she would be worth anything until our talk today. She said she’s been working at the library for as long as she can remember, and I don’t remember her. She also claims that the last time she got lost from sleep walking that I was the one to find her, and I can’t remember a time we had another missing person’s call. And she claimed the last one was two months ago.”

“Which I definitely would’ve remembered.” He stops and thinks for a moment before looking questioningly at her. “Love, you said you had a headache last night. When did that start? In all my time here, you’ve had hangovers, but not headaches that incapacitate you.”

“Oh, it started…” Emma pauses, really thinking about if it happened any time sooner, “right after I got the phone call from Graham that we had to get to the woods. I was fine when I left, but then as soon as I started driving over to the meeting spot, a shooting pain started right behind my eyes. Why?”

“I think it’s connected. How long did they last?”

“It’s the strangest thing,” she tells him, realizing he’s absolutely right, “it got worse the moment I ended up in the clearing where Belle was, and it was the same clearing where I was found. Then, when I got to the hospital yesterday to question her, it kept coming and going as we talked. But today, I just knew her answers were lies.”

“What’ve you got in that bag?” he asks her, and she finally remembers why she brought it.

“Oh! It’s her dress. I wanted to ask if you recognized it.”

Careful not to mess up the bed, Emma extracts the dress from the bag and holds it up, admiring the detail while Killian explains that it’s almost identical to the one she was wearing when he met her. “The woman definitely likes blue,” he comments as he looks at the pale blue with brown edging. “She was definitely wearing just a shade or two darker when I met her, and the piping detail was gold.”

What he just said obviously sparks a thought, and he moves toward her and reaches for the dress. He shifts it this way and that, and when the sun hits the stitching on the bodice, it shines like gold. She swallows, realizing that that’s exactly what it is. Killian mutters something rather colorful about using gold for everything, but Emma doesn’t catch the full thing. Instead, she’s momentarily distracted by the fact that Killian is standing really close.

“I’ll need you to find out if she remembers anything about The End of the World while I’m Cat,” he says absently, his eyes flickering up to meet hers when he’s finished speaking, and he catches her staring at him like a schoolgirl checking out her crush. “What?” he asks, his voice quiet and a smile peeking out of his previously somber expression.

“Nothing,” Emma says, unconvincingly, especially when her hands let go of the dress and she reaches up to touch his jaw again.

The first memories of doing this are hazy from the over consumption of wine, but it’s still just as she remembered. Scratchy, yet soft, and he doesn’t resist when she tugs him down for a kiss. The dress falls to their feet as he, too, lets it go, choosing instead to shuffle forward the last couple inches to fully engulf her in his embrace. So much for the preservation of evidence.

His left arm stays wrapped around her waist, but his right hand can’t seem to settle between resting on her jaw and sliding into her hair.

It’s somewhere in the middle of getting lost in his arms that she realizes they need to stop, that they need to make plans for what Emma will have to do while she doesn’t have him to consult. But there’s more to this kiss than the ones they’ve shared before, and all she wants to do is keep going. He must recognize that they’re running out of time, though, because he pulls back after another good, deep kiss, instead pressing his forehead against hers while they regain their equilibrium.

“We have to um…”

“Make some plans?”

“Yeah, that,” she replies. But it still comes out dreamy and unconvincing.

It’s not until they both pull back and open their eyes that she feels like she can think a little clearer. Only then do they set about making a list of what Emma might be able to do to bring back Belle’s memories. Emma tells him everything she and Belle discussed on her previous two visits, and Killian thinks that there might still be time to pull her back before the fake memories fully take hold in her mind.

“You don’t have much time, so see if you can talk to her as soon as possible.”

She nods, making note of when the easiest time to contact Belle might be. “I want to talk to Regina, too. See if there are any holes in her memories, and see what she has to say about Belle. Maybe if I can get someone else to remember their past, we can figure out how to get my memories back.”

“Excellent idea,” he tells her, his smile wide and excited.

They plan for every eventuality, only going to bed when they’ve exhausted their brains of everything Emma might be able to do on her own for the next month. It’s with a heavy heart that she snuggles back against him, almost dreading the moment in the morning when he’ll change back to Cat. Since he first started changing from Cat to human, this was the first genuinely good cycle with him. The first time was too jarring, the second too unsure, the third spent too angry, but this time around…

She realizes as he drifts to sleep behind her, his arm tightening in his sleep as his face burrows into her hair, that she is going to miss him. She’ll have to wait a full month before she can kiss him again, and she’s not sure that she’s ever been this patient before. She would last a week, tops, between sexual partners before Killian came along.

Her gut dips at that thought. He told her they had been in love. And she’s been with so many people in the last three years. She opens her mouth to ask if he was her first before remembering that he’s already asleep, that he always gets really tired right before it’s time to change back and he likely wouldn’t wake up anyways.

Shifting carefully, Emma turns to look at him and picks out the details of his face that she can make out in the dark. The fading moonlight casts a glow through the curtains, giving her just enough to admire the way he looks so serene. Knowing she can’t help herself, that she’ll have to wait a whole month to be able to do it again, she gives in to the urge to kiss him one more time, sighing as he stirs just enough to hum into the kiss and mumble a sleepy protest when she stops.

“It’s okay,” she tells him. “Next month.”

He nods, his eyes still closed as they’ve been during the whole interaction, and he smiles once before he’s asleep again. It takes a while, but she’s at least happy that she falls asleep in his arms, because Cat wakes her up bright and early with a headbutt to the chin to demand breakfast.

Almost immediately, Emma sets up a lunch date with Regina. She knows she still has to answer for Killian being in her apartment, and her friend has been surprisingly quiet on the whole incident.

“A friend, huh?” They’re barely in the elevator on their way to Granny’s when Regina begins her line of questions.

“Yep, just a good friend that stayed for a couple days. Left early yesterday morning, actually.”

The look that Regina gives her speaks volumes of how much she actually believes Emma’s story. “And why haven’t I heard about this friend before? Why didn’t you tell me you’d have someone staying with you?”

“It was a surprise visit?” Oh god that came out like a question. Regina is going to believe her less if she can’t get her shit together. “He’s uh, he was in one of the same group homes as I was,” she supplies, only minor fumbling as she speaks the lie.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, and – you know – I don’t talk about all that too much, but yeah. He was one of the only people I kind of kept in touch with. I know it’s strange to see someone from out of town, right?”

“It is,” Regina remarks, as if realizing that there are no strangers in Storybrooke.

Just as she and Killian discussed, she has to tread carefully from this point on. “So, when was the last time we had someone from out of town stop in? It feels like it’s been forever.”

“No one wants to come to our sleepy little corner of the world,” Regina says flatly. “It’s been ages.” She waves her hand to dismiss the idea and Emma drops the subject. Remembering what little Killian said about this Dark One, he could have spies everywhere. They make it into the warmth of the diner, sitting down in their usual booth.

She decides to wait, not asking more questions until they’ve already been served and Regina is obsessing over the perfect ratio of dressing to salad. “What was it like when you moved here? Hey, when was that, again?” Carefully, like a bull in a china shop. Emma tries not to actually slap her hand to her forehead with how bad she is at being smooth.

“I think I moved here in…” But Regina can’t seem to answer the question. Her face scrunches in thought, or maybe vexation, before she attempts to finish it again. “I’ve lived here my whole life. You know that.”

“I did, I can’t believe I forgot. Must not be sleeping well,” she mentions with a shrug as she pushes her food around on the plate.

“Speaking of, enough with the precious nostalgia. Tell me what that guy was like in bed,” Regina says, her smile just this side of wicked as she says it.

Emma’s breath backs up in her lungs for two reasons. The first is that she’s suddenly floored with images of Killian’s head between her legs, the way his mouth felt on her, the way he knew exactly what to do to get her off, and the enjoyment he’d gotten out of it in return. The second reason is that before he showed up, this is precisely something Emma would’ve shared with Regina. Of course, the blush that spreads on her face from the first thought is enough of an answer to start with. It confirms Regina’s suspicions that he’s not “just a friend,” but she’ll have to give her more.

All of this just means that Emma notices exactly how out of character she’s been since Killian first showed up. And not even as his human self, but as Cat. Almost as soon as he showed up on the doorstep to the apartment building, she’s been going out less and less. She’ll have to add “act like you used to” on the list of things she’ll have to do for the next month, because it seems like it’s getting harder and harder to be that version of herself anymore.

Emma does her best to give Regina the information that she’s looking for. She skirts around the emotional aspects of her and Killian’s relationship, just saying that they hadn’t done much. They’d only just started to get to a level of intimacy before he had to leave.

“Is he okay with you seeing other people?”

“I mean…” Is he? She has no idea. They’ve yet to actually discuss their current situation, let alone what happens when he’s not human. “We haven’t really talked about it, but we’re not really… together?”

“Good. Then we’re going out next weekend. We are long overdue for a girls’ night. And if Graham tries to schedule you the morning after again, I’ll personally beat him senseless for you.”

She does laugh at that, because this is what they used to do. This is how they used to operate. But then she got Cat/Killian, and Regina has Robin and, oh! “Hey! How are things going with Robin?”

All mentions of Killian stop after that, or of Emma going out and getting laid, or anything for that matter, because the rest of their lunch date consists of Regina swooning over her relationship with her boyfriend. Emma is happy to let her take over, preferring instead to listen instead of divulge any more information about herself.  

Trying to stay proactive on the scheduling and talk to Belle as soon as possible, Emma invites her to dinner the next night, choosing the bar that she and Regina usually start with on their nights out. It’s nearly deserted, with only a few barstools occupied this early on.

Killian would yell at her for the sheer amount of fried food she shovels into her body as she and Belle “catch up.” What he doesn’t know won’t kill him, she decides, squeezing more ketchup onto her plate.

“How have you been feeling?” Emma asks when they’re slowing down with food.

“Um, I’ve been okay. I’ve been good.”

“So, is it good or okay? You know if it’s neither that you can tell me, right?”

Belle contemplates this statement for a moment, carefully sipping from her soda as she does. “Do you remember the last time I got lost?”

The question completely throws her for a loop. Because she doesn’t. But what answer is Belle looking for, exactly? It’s almost as if she’s trying to figure out if there was a last time. “Sure, don’t you?”

“No,” Belle says plainly. “I don’t. And I don’t think you do either, but you answered that way to placate me.”

“Okay, let’s say you’re right and I don’t remember the last time. Why are you wondering?”

They both take a moment to look around to see if anyone is listening, which Emma realizes the second their eyes meet again. She nods, urging Belle to continue, feeling her heart speed up at the same time.

“Do you think my father would lie to me?”

“I don’t know your father too well. I don’t really remember interacting with him much. Not much a deputy and a florist have to talk about, thankfully. Why, do you think he is?”

“I think he might be,” Belle whispers. “I don’t remember getting lost at all two months ago. In fact, I don’t actually remember things that my father claims have happened.”

“What do you remember?”

At this question, Belle starts to fidget with a napkin, going so far as to tear it into tiny pieces as she starts to recollect what she remembers. It’s mostly about the woods, and how she was sad and angry when she was standing there in the woods. That when Emma first came through the trees, she thought she knew her from somewhere else and couldn’t understand why she was dressed so funny. But that directly afterwards, she had a sharp pain in her head and forgot why she would think Emma’s clothes were funny when she was the one in a Halloween costume.

“He did show me my book collection, and sent me back to work at the library,” she says. “And I do know how much I love books, so I know he’s not lying about that. But everything else just, doesn’t seem like it fits. It almost feels as if I’m being fed some storybook life.”

“Belle, I want to ask you some questions. But they’re probably going to sound really strange at first, okay?”

The other woman nods, anxiously sipping from her straw again before settling herself.

“Have you ever traveled?”

“I… I think I did. Once or twice.”

“Your accent isn’t American, so you had to have come here from your homeland.”

“Home…” Belle says, her eyes looking down at the shredded napkin in sadness.

“Do you remember being at the end of the world on any of your trips?” She hopes with the way she phrases it that it won’t be immediately significant to anyone but the woman in front of her. “Have you ever made a sacrifice for your family? Maybe took on a job for someone to help your father?”

Belle’s eyes flutter, and when she opens them again, they begin moving rapidly back and forth, as if she’s reading her own story in front of her eyes and only she can see it. “Oh, oh my. Emma? Emma, what’s going on? What are all these – yes. Oh yes, I remember! Oh my goodness, you’re – “

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. But let’s just… Tell me about your employer.”

She has a hard time sitting still, but presses her palms to the aged tabletop and speaks quietly. “He was a strange man, but always relied on evil to get what he wanted from people. Slowly, over time, he started to change. He started to abandon his former tactics and treat people almost fairly. I thought… well, it sounds silly now. But I thought he’d started to love me, as I fell in love with him.”

“Can you tell me why he sent you away.”

The tears are welling up in Belle’s eyes as she goes through the memories. “A man came to town one day,” she says, and Emma’s stomach sinks when she realizes it must’ve been Killian. “Started asking me questions.”

“Was he pressing you for information about the guy you worked for?”

“No, actually. He was looking for his brother. Asked if I’d seen him before, but I didn’t recognize the name. Before he could ask me anything else, I was pulled back to the castle by magic and Rum – I mean, Ron,” she corrects herself hastily, “was interrogating me on what the man was asking me about, and when I told him Liam – “

Here Emma interrupts her. “Liam? You’re sure that’s what his name was?”

Belle nods enthusiastically. “Yes! When I told him that Liam was just looking for a brother named Killian, he started yelling at me.” The tears fall in earnest now, and Emma grabs a few napkins from the metal holder on the table. “Before I knew it, he… sent me away. And now here we are.” She laughs, a sardonic little thing as she dabs at her eyes and pouts. “He told me I would be safe and happy here, that I would be reunited with my father who he promised not to hurt after I started working for him. At least he wasn’t lying about him being my real father.”

Emma reaches across and pats her hand in comfort, but quickly tries to redirect when Belle starts asking if she remembers, too. “Let’s just keep this between us, for now, okay?”

Belle nods, seeming to cheer up at Emma’s conspiratorial tone. They finish their dinner, switching to lighter subjects like Belle’s work at the library and the children’s hour she was going to start up soon.

That night, as Emma walks up to her apartment building, she finds herself jealous of Belle. The look of despondency is still on her face when she walks through the front door, and Cat immediately crawls into her lap when she sits down on the couch. If she had to hazard a guess, she would say he’s frowning, but it’s hard to tell without an actual expression.

She tells him all about dinner with Belle, giving him all the details and still fighting to keep the scowl from her face. “I’m just sad that all I had to do was ask Belle a couple questions, and bam! She remembered everything. You’ve told me so much more and there’s nothing coming back. And I want to remember.”

He can’t do much in way of comforting her, so he nuzzles her chin before resting against her and purring. It’s the best she can get until he can hug her again, she knows.

Thoughts about the life she’s missing plague her for the next several days. She still occasionally has the dream about the flower field, where a younger Killian smiles at her with love. His hair is longer, pulled back with a ribbon, and his face is so much younger than the man she greets every month. She can feel in her dream how much she loves him, and it almost physically pains her heart when she wakes up with no further memories.

More than just that, though, there’s everything else Killian has told her about their lives growing up that she wants, more than anything, to remember again. The memories of growing up an orphan definitely shape a lot of who she is in this world, but she wants to remember her parents. She wants to remember their love and influence, the way they hug.

Killian’s told her a little about the magic she knows, and she wants to feel that, too. When her mind starts drifting, she rubs the tips of her fingers together, wondering if there’s a sensation that goes with the magic, and if that’s why they’ve always tingled when she wakes up from the flower dream. She resorts to rubbing her thumb along the band of her ring, instead - the one that Killian claims her mother gave her.

On the same level of importance as remembering her parents, Emma wants to remember Killian. She wants their whole story, and not just told by Killian. There’s still something he’s not telling her, which will help immensely in getting closer to that goal, but it’s more than that. She doesn’t want to remember their relationship through his eyes, but wants to remember the feelings that coincide with his thoughts. And she definitely wants to know why he always says that he’ll return her home, and not them, more than just assuming it’s because of the whole pirate thing.

Cat notices her shift in mood immediately, so he spends less time in the curtains and more time curled up on her lap. He makes sure to give her as many affectionate gestures as he can manage, taking care to paw at her nose one day as they sit on the couch watching television. She realizes, one day while he’s napping near her shoulder on the back of the couch, that it would be even slightly better if he could just stay human. She could deal with never getting her memories back if she could just have him full time.

It’s a boring day at the station when the full reality of that thought finally hits her. But she immediately pushes it out of her head that she might – she could – does she? She does, but she won’t admit it. Not even in her own mind. And it’s as that thought is hitting her that Graham walks up to her desk asking to speak with her in his office.

“Of course,” Emma says as she pushes away from her desk with mild concern. In all her time working with Graham, he’s never had that kind of tone with her. She wracks her brain for anything, realizing as she walks through the doorway that Belle’s dress is still sitting in a bag in her closet.

“Emma, has everything been okay recently? You’ve really pulled back from everyone, and I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Regina says you two were supposed to have a night out last week but that you never texted her. What’s going on?”

She knows she hasn’t been sleeping well, and certainly hasn’t been eating well since Killian changed back to Cat, so it’s almost believable when she sags her shoulders a little more and looks apologetic. “I’m sorry, Graham, I’ve been trying to just push through it, but I think I’ve got that nasty cold that’s been going around. Maybe even the flu.”

“Is that the reason you failed to properly log the evidence from Belle’s little excursion through the woods?”

Shit, so it was about the dress. “What evidence?” Double shit, she shouldn’t have lied!

“Maurice said something about you being in possession of Belle’s dress that she was wearing when you found her.”

“That… That’s impossible. That was given back to her at the hospital the day she was discharged. Her memories still aren’t fully recovered. Maybe she’s just not remembering correctly and already stored it again.”

Somehow, Graham buys it. He buys all of it, and she wants to feel bad about that, as she bundles up to go home and get some rest, but that just means she gets to nap with Cat and figure out what to do next. And if that’s what she’s supposed to do, then that’s what she’s going to do.

In the weeks that follow, Emma gets better about focusing at work and acting like she used to, finally taking her own addition to the list of acting more like her old self to heart. Shortly before the next transformation, Emma comes home to Cat somewhere in the apartment yowling for her to find him. She calls out for him to hang on as she dumps her stuff in the living room, slipping off her boots before wandering toward the sounds.

He’s in her closet, of all places, and she swears she closed the door before she left, but he’s in there anyway. At first she thinks he’s found the dress in the bag from the hospital that they stored away before he turned back to Cat. While the bag is identical, the content is definitely not the dress.

The fabric that comes into view when she finally pushes boxes out of the way and gets down to Cat’s level is not the embroidered blue that she’s used to, but a white cotton. It’s dirty, tattered, and nothing she remembers ever seeing before. But Cat has grabbed the item in his mouth and started dragging it towards her.

“What are you doing? Cat! Stop it!” She finally grabs it from him, and Cat jumps onto her folded knees, headbutting her repeatedly. “Jeez, what the hell has gotten into you?” She shoos him off and stands, working her way back out of the closet and into the light of her bedroom. Carefully, she pulls the item from the bag, letting the plastic fall to the floor as the fabric unfurls.

It’s a nightgown, but nothing that she purchased in the last couple years. It has the same style as the dress Belle showed up in, though, and Cat is still furiously rubbing against her legs and meowing at her, so it must mean something. Her thumbs caress the fabric carefully, following a line of detailed thread at the neckline. They’re swans, she realizes after a second, a line of swans swimming along the edge.

If getting her false memories felt like ice water being dumped over her head, and the ones regarding Belle felt like spikes being driven in, she’s not prepared for the feeling of this memory coming in. It’s like a gentle heat on the back of her mind, radiating down her spine until it reaches her fingers, and then her toes.

The memory that comes around is not from Misthaven or anything, and it’s definitely not anything like what she recalled for Dr. Hopper back in therapy. This is the nightgown that she arrived in Storybrooke wearing. Almost three and a half years ago, she found herself in the woods, but she doesn’t remember getting there. She does remember being scared – scared that someone was going to chase her, scrambling and falling in the same clearing where she found Belle. She had no idea what her name was, where she was, who might be coming after her. She was freezing and her head was bleeding, and then two men who’d heard her cry out in pain entered the clearing and got her to the hospital.

These are her memories.

She tells Cat everything she can remember, and she counts down the days. In preparation of this change, Emma tells him she’ll be working a couple extra hours so he won’t worry, and she spends day after day working way past the end of her shift, until it just so happens that Graham calls her into his office again, a puzzled look on his face.

“Emma, are you aware you’re well into your overtime?”

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to go so far over. But I wanted to make up for being sick a couple weeks ago. I think I got us all caught up on paperwork and cleaned the holding cells yesterday before I left.”

He looks impressed, nodding with a smile on his face as she relays this information. “Well, you’ve more than made up for it. You’ve always been so good to this station. Why don’t you take a couple days off? I think we can hold down the fort while you take a break.”

“Oh, Graham, you don’t have to.”

“I insist. If you keep up, there’s a good chance for promotion in your future. I think it’s well overdue.”

“Thanks, sheriff. I’ll be back in a couple days ready to jump back in.” She smiles brightly at him. “Oh hey,” she starts before she opens the door to go back to her desk, “how’s it going with what’s-her-name over at the hospital?”

As she figured, he blushes and ducks his head, smiling without really meaning to in that way that people do when they’re falling for someone. A vision of Killian’s smile enters her mind and that happy feeling in her stomach flutters up again. “It’s going quite well, thanks for asking.”

“She’s good for you,” Emma says softly, giving him a genuine smile before she leaves. This all may be some kind of elaborate lie, but her friends are still her friends, and she still cares about their happiness.

She gets home right on time, grinning as she hears the shower running and calling out that she’s home as she closes and locks the door behind her. She’s able to rush in and change into leggings and a tank top, throwing a sweater over her shoulders and pulling back her hair on her way out of the bedroom in the process.

Killian emerges from the bathroom, his hair combed off to the side and his beard trimmed neatly, looking great in that pair of black jeans and a long sleeve shirt, even with the rainbow mustache socks on his feet.

“Welcome home, Swan,” he says as he moves across the room to hug her. As she sinks into his embrace, she relaxes, finally where she wants to be again.

-x-

It’s readily apparently that Emma needs the hug Killian bestows upon her when he exits the bathroom. And he has to admit, it’s a relief to have her in his arms again, especially given everything that’s transpired over the past month. It takes only a moment for him to realize that not only has she relaxed, but she’s just barely shaking.

“It’s all catching up at once, hm?”

She nods against his shoulder, sniffling once and clearly holding herself back from crying.

“I know you’re mad that you’ve only just now regained any of your own memories, but try not to be too hard on yourself, love. The only reason Belle got hers back so quickly is because these false memories like you have didn’t have a chance to take hold. If we could bring back something with an item like your nightgown, then we can possibly unlock more.”

“I have an idea,” he tells her as they settle onto the couch. She has her phone out, making a list of everything they’ve already discussed in one of the note apps. “I want to see if certain sounds or smells, maybe sensations will bring back anymore memories. You touched your nightgown and remembered arriving here, so maybe something like what we’d find in Misthaven would help with those memories.”

He notices the moment her eyes go to a painting on the wall, one with a meadow of wildflowers as far as the horizon. It’s the first time he realizes there’s something she hasn’t told him, because it looks so much like their field that he can almost smell the various blooms as he looks at it. “What do you suggest?” she asks, bringing his attention back to her.

“I’ll make a list of things I want you to do, but since I can’t leave the apartment, you’ll either have to do them on your own or acquire the items and bring them back here.”

Emma shrugs, nodding at the same time. “Okay, we can work with that.”

The next day, she heads out with the list that Killian gave her, and comes home with a couple different bags. Killian takes the one with groceries to the kitchen, immediately getting started on trying to recreate her favorite berry tarts she used to swipe from the kitchens. At the same time, Emma pops a CD into her laptop and starts it up.

She did a good job in selecting something close to the orchestras that used to play at the balls her parents put on. He finds himself getting lost in the sound of the strings, swaying to the music as he finishes preparing the tarts and pops the tray into the oven.

He finds Emma sitting on the couch with her eyes closed. “Keep your eyes shut, Swan,” he tells her as he wrangles with the furniture to push it out of the way.

“You realize I could’ve just helped you, right?”

“Shh, pay attention to the music, not me.”

The last bag she brought in is still sitting on her desk chair, and he smiles as he pulls out exactly what he’d hoped for. The waistcoat is nowhere near as well-made as what the tailors would’ve made for him, but it works. He slips it on right over the t-shirt he’s wearing, carefully doing up the buttons as the first song on the disc ends and the second one starts up.

Emma is still following his orders, keeping her eyes closed as she perches on the edge of the cushion. Now, he grabs her hand from where it’s resting on her knee and draws her up. He positions her hands where they’re supposed to go before correcting his hold on her, and then he gently leads her around the small space he’s cleared.

Her expression morphs into one of surprise, and he can see her struggling with the desire to open her eyes.

“Keep them closed, love. Just feel,” he murmurs, guiding her through an easy waltz as her hand curls over his shoulder, and Emma’s body moves as if she’s been waltzing her whole life. When the song finishes, she automatically curtsies and opens her eyes, and Killian bows low in front of her, kissing her hand as he winks up at her.

Emma laughs, the sound carefree and excited. “That was awesome. And this,” she says, indicating the waistcoat, “looks amazing on you. Can’t believe I managed to find a brocade vest.”

“Later, we’ll see if you can still spar like you used to,” he informs her. “You’ve got the muscle memory, even if you don’t remember dancing with me before.”

The way she looks, standing in the middle of her living room, elated at doing something she didn’t think she knew how to, makes Killian come to a very serious revelation. This Emma - the one standing here - and the one he last saw in Misthaven are the same person, but entirely different. And while in the past he was disappointed that she wasn’t the same as he remembered, he’s falling for this version of her. In fact, he’d hazard to say that he’s already in love with Emma Swan, resident of Storybrooke, deputy of the sheriff’s department.

Chapter 8

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12 days to go! #RunDisneyCountdown⁣ ⁣ OK so hear me out... I’m not a princess fan. I don’t look, act pretty speak like them. Whatever. I fight for me own hand... but until I find Merida or Mulan at the parks, I’ll tell you the story of Snow White...⁣ ⁣ My first daughter’s first Halloween, we dressed her up as Snow White. After a miscarriage, rainbow babies’ first everything is a miracle. Not because she is my kid, but she was a cute Snow White 😅 ⁣ ⁣ So when I did my first Princess challenge, who was the first Princess I see when I get to Magic Kingdom? None other than Snow White. It was meant to be. ⁣ ⁣ She’s cool and wasn’t jealous at all that she’s not on the medals. 🤣 ⁣ ⁣ #HeighHoTravelCo #InstaRunClub #rundisney #disneymom #runchat #rundisneyrun #disneyrunner #teamrundisney #runnersofinstagram #bibchat #runhappy #runningwiththecoolkids #teamsparkle #runrunrun #momsrunthistown #disneylifestyle #disnerd #fairytalechallenge #happyrunner #inspiringwomenrunners #keepittight #wearetherunners⁣ #couchpotatoturnedrunner #run #runner #running #snowwhite⁣ ⁣⁣ @heighhotravelco @instarunclub @heighhosarah @heighhomeghan (at Disney's Magic Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8TgJWUn-6z/?igshid=46jjqp8orevs

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Crop Top Jason Anon, also Alice in Wonderland Anon, here and I'm sorry for hurting you. To make up for it please imagine Jason and Roy dressing up as princesses with Kori on Halloween

i forgive u :) and this more than makes up for it, since jason and roy have probably done this with kori and lian when she was still in her princess phase

jason went as allura cuz white hair (for him), badass space princess (for kori), and just being cute (lian), and the pink suit that came with the wig (for roy)

roy as ariel because ollie thought ariel was the worst princess of the bunch, and roy’s loved her ever since, didn’t use extensions, but he wore the wedding dress at the end of the movie to freak jason out

kori as mulan cuz she fought jason for the costume, and she loves the movie (the second one, too), she wore the army uniform to show it off to lian, and planned to have be after mulan was cut, but roy vetoed the idea

and lian as merida cuz she loves shooting arrows with her little bow,  but for halloween she stole her dad’s bow, and ripped her dress trying to shoot pumpkins with her mini-arrows (roy was… not happy. a little proud, but he did ground her)

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disney princess discourse: all princesses of color are better than the white ones. 

mulan saved all of china. like enough said. she wins. everyone can stay home.

tiana fucking hauled ass and worked hard every single day of her life in order to achieve her dreams despite all of the forces working against her as black woman of color in new orleans.

jasmine was independent as fuck and rolled with tigers okay so don’t even get me started on that badass bitch. “i am not a prize to be won” like yesssss girllll yesssss YOU TELL EM.

cinderella was complacent and talked to mice. elsa froze over an entire kingdom because she had a temper tantrum. ariel doesn’t know how to read the fine print. aurora slept. snow white was dumb enough to eat a goddamned poisonous apple from some sketchy looking witch. AURORA LITERALLY ONLY SLEPT. THAT’S ALL SHE DID. THERE ARE NO REDEEMING QUALITIES TO PRINCESS AURORA. SHE IS THE ACTUAL WORST PRINCESS. #STAYWOKE

like yea i like merida, rapunzel and belle because i mean at least they’re educated as fuck and pretty cool. merida could fucking kill anyone with her bow and arrow okay and rapunzel fucking mapped out the stars ON HER OWN for fucks sake because she was just /that/ smart and she can beat a bitch up with a frying pan. idk what belle does but i have a soft spot for her since i dressed up as belle for halloween five years in a row when i was in elementary school.

but yea. case closed. white princesses are mediocre as fuck and princesses of color are better than all of them.

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This ‘Brave’-Inspired Newborn Photo Shoot Is the Stuff of Fairytales

Image Source: Belly Beautiful PortraitsYou probably didn’t ever expect to see a princess this small chasing a bear through the forest … and well, you won’t probably now either, because she’s fast asleep. But thanks to the photographer behind the wildly popular series of newborns dressed as Disney princesses, there’s officially a new tiny princess in town — Merida from Brave! Image Source: Belly Beautiful PortraitsJust in time for the holidays, Karen Marie of Belly Beautiful Portraits is back at it again. This time, though, she’s brought to life the fearless Scottish heroine we all know and love. She may not have Merida’s incredible red mane (give her time), but with her tiny bow and arrow and intricately sewn green and gold dress, this little one captures the very essence of the timeless tale. Image Source: Belly Beautiful PortraitsWith a custom-made gown by Sew Trendy Accessories and handmade accessories by Off My Hooks, no detail was spared in creating the incredible portraits. Image Source: Belly Beautiful Portraits | Backdrop: ThinkstockEarlier this year, Karen transformed six adorable babies into the original princesses — Cinderella, Ariel, Jasmine, Aurora, Belle, and Snow White. Watch More Videos> The life-long Disney fan told Babble at the time that she finds constant inspiration from the “tales of love and heroism.” After her first photo shoot went viral and gained international attention, Karen decided to recreate the magic and hold another photo shoot with new princesses. This time, she created mini versions of Rapunzel, Mulan, Elena, Tiana, Pocahontas, and Moana. Watch More Videos> And last month, Babble teamed up with Karen for a whole new spin on her popular series: Baby Disney Villains. Just in time for Halloween, Captain Hook, Ursula, Cruella de Vil, The Evil Queen, Jafar, Gaston, Scar, and even Maleficent all came to life, thanks to Karen and eight of the sweetest newborns we’ve ever seen. Watch More Videos> Karen tells Babble that her main goal is to make people happy — both the parents of the babies as well as all the people who see and share her now-famous photographs. She also hopes that her work reminds people of the classic stories that have inspired her work for years. “I know that these tales tap into real emotion in me,” she shares, “and I hope my images help people remember those feelings.” They sure do, Karen. They sure do. Related Post What Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard Do When They Are “Reaching Capacity” with Their Kids The post This ‘Brave’-Inspired Newborn Photo Shoot Is the Stuff of Fairytales appeared first on Babble. Powered by WPeMatico The post This ‘Brave’-Inspired Newborn Photo Shoot Is the Stuff of Fairytales appeared first on Baby Based. http://174.136.57.210/~babybase/this-brave-inspired-newborn-photo-shoot-is-the-stuff-of-fairytales/

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This ‘Brave’-Inspired Newborn Photo Shoot Is the Stuff of Fairytales

Image Source: Belly Beautiful PortraitsYou probably didn’t ever expect to see a princess this small chasing a bear through the forest … and well, you won’t probably now either, because she’s fast asleep. But thanks to the photographer behind the wildly popular series of newborns dressed as Disney princesses, there’s officially a new tiny princess in town — Merida from Brave! Image Source: Belly Beautiful PortraitsJust in time for the holidays, Karen Marie of Belly Beautiful Portraits is back at it again. This time, though, she’s brought to life the fearless Scottish heroine we all know and love. She may not have Merida’s incredible red mane (give her time), but with her tiny bow and arrow and intricately sewn green and gold dress, this little one captures the very essence of the timeless tale. Image Source: Belly Beautiful PortraitsWith a custom-made gown by Sew Trendy Accessories and handmade accessories by Off My Hooks, no detail was spared in creating the incredible portraits. Image Source: Belly Beautiful Portraits | Backdrop: ThinkstockEarlier this year, Karen transformed six adorable babies into the original princesses — Cinderella, Ariel, Jasmine, Aurora, Belle, and Snow White. Watch More Videos> The life-long Disney fan told Babble at the time that she finds constant inspiration from the “tales of love and heroism.” After her first photo shoot went viral and gained international attention, Karen decided to recreate the magic and hold another photo shoot with new princesses. This time, she created mini versions of Rapunzel, Mulan, Elena, Tiana, Pocahontas, and Moana. Watch More Videos> And last month, Babble teamed up with Karen for a whole new spin on her popular series: Baby Disney Villains. Just in time for Halloween, Captain Hook, Ursula, Cruella de Vil, The Evil Queen, Jafar, Gaston, Scar, and even Maleficent all came to life, thanks to Karen and eight of the sweetest newborns we’ve ever seen. Watch More Videos> Karen tells Babble that her main goal is to make people happy — both the parents of the babies as well as all the people who see and share her now-famous photographs. She also hopes that her work reminds people of the classic stories that have inspired her work for years. “I know that these tales tap into real emotion in me,” she shares, “and I hope my images help people remember those feelings.” They sure do, Karen. They sure do. Related Post What Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard Do When They Are “Reaching Capacity” with Their Kids The post This ‘Brave’-Inspired Newborn Photo Shoot Is the Stuff of Fairytales appeared first on Babble. Powered by WPeMatico The post This ‘Brave’-Inspired Newborn Photo Shoot Is the Stuff of Fairytales appeared first on Baby Based. http://174.136.57.210/~babybase/this-brave-inspired-newborn-photo-shoot-is-the-stuff-of-fairytales/