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chloe-skywalker · 10 months ago

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One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.

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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.

“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”

“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.

“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.

“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.

“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.

Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”

Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”

Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”

Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.

So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.

But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.

“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.

Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.

“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.

Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.

“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”

“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.

“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.

“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.

The boys look at her with sympathy.

“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort.

“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.

Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.

“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.

Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.

“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.

As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.

“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.

“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.

“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.

“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.

“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.

Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”

Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”

Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.

“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.

The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.

Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.

“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”

There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.

“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.

“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.

“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.

“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.

“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.

“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.

“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.

“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.

“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.

Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”

“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”

Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.

“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?

“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.

“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.

“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.

“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.

“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”

“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.

“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.

“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.

“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.

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caliburn-the-sword · 1 year ago

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i think one of the biggest let downs for me in ouat was the daily mirror (honestly my own fault for thinking too hard). i'm sure that this has been said a hundred times but i feel so much about it.

not to be captain of the obvious, but within the very first few episodes of season 1 the major power structures in storybrooke are established: mayor's office, sheriff's station, mr gold's shop, and the daily mirror. prior to emma's arrival as the saviour, all of these uphold regina's reign.

then over the course of the first season (with exception), you see the figureheads of these establishments lose their position some way or the other. graham dies early in the series, sidney glass loses his job and then gets arrested, and this all cumulates in the finale of season 1 and the beginning of season 2, where everyone's got their memories back and regina, while not formally losing her position as mayor, but does face the backlash of the entire town. gold is a notable exception to this since the writers always intended for him to be a major player, but it only takes him til season 3 to no longer own his shop cause he died, and then again in season 4 when he's banished.

but beyond this, everyone regina had in her pocket was replaced by someone on emma's side. emma herself takes over the role of sheriff when graham dies and that's where we see the first crack in the foundation of regina's authority. belle becomes the owner of the shop both times gold is indisposed. i'd like to reiterate for regina that while she never formally loses the role, david acts as a stand in during early season 2 to fill in that leadership role over the general town, and then in season 3 we see snow become mayor in title for a time (whatever happened to that plot...?)

circling back to the start, the only one that is never replaced is sidney in the daily mirror, which arguably should be the most important role to fill post breaking the curse since meta wise, the magic mirror is the evil queen's most iconic henchman, more than the huntsman ever was. additionally, i'm a very big fan of free press. it's SO influential and could have played a much bigger role in storybrooke. sidney had clearly been replaced, given we still see newspapers throughout the seasons, but i just wish something more could have been done with it.

my number one nomination AND expectation was that this was gonna be a slowburn of sorts to build up henry as he grew up over the series. not only would it be perfect for the obvious reason of henry's subsequent author storyline, but there would be something delicious about regina's most loyal confidant eventually being replaced by her own son. something it being some kind of foil, where instead of the loyalty being built upon obsession and coercion and control, it's built on mutual respect and love and trust. which would then ALSO tie in very nicely to the ending of season 6 when regina becomes mayor again, and of course her and emma are allies.

i assumed that this was pretty much confirmed during the whole author storyline, and that the second he became working age in the usa (forgive me idk what it is) he would start an internship at the daily mirror and eventually work his way up to becoming the most high profile journalist in storybrooke. season 5 touched on the author plotline nicely tho i wish we could have gotten a little something more. season 6 came and went, and if it touched on anything, it was so minor that i don't remember it.

this is probably what makes it most painful to me that SEASON 7 of all seasons was the closest (and yet simultaneously also the furthest) from achieving this. yes, his journey through the realms is important, but arguably defining his writing ability in season 7 to a novel of what he thought was completely imagined, serves almost the same purpose as the storybook from seasons 1-6, but undermines him and does a disservice to him. the whole podcast subplot was close but because this was seattle and not storybrooke, and so it's not a one for one replacement of sidney with henry.

#long post #plus it also would have fleshed out henry more! we never see him exist outside of the plot #putting henry in a journalism internship would have given him his own life and distinguished him while also letting him stay in the action #ouat #once upon a time #meta #henry mills #regina mills #sidney glass #emma swan

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gentil-minou · 1 year ago

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Gosh I need to edit this more before I actually start posting but I'm just so excited so here's a preview of my wangxian OUAT au, featuring wwx as emma, lwj as regina, and ayuan as henry (though are veering far away from both canon in both cases so no need to be familiar with the show to enjoy)

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The doorbell rings.

He blinks once, then twice. Wei Wuxian isn’t normally one to get visitors, especially at this time of night. He tries to remember if there’s a no-candle policy in his lease his landlord might nag him about when the doorbell rings again.

He scrambles to his feet and stumbles to the door, already preparing an apology for something he probably didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to do and another apology in case he did know. He opens the door and sees….nothing.

Until he hears a quiet cough and looks down to see a little boy.

At first, he thinks maybe he’s a trick-or-treater who got a bit lost, but Wei Wuxian’s building is secured with a key and callbox entry. Plus, although he’s been wandering streets alone since forever, he’s pretty sure a kid this young would have a chaperone with him. He looks behind the kid and doesn’t see anyone else there.

But instead of asking something sensible like where his chaperone may be or even if the kid’s lost, he blurts, “How did you get in?”

The boy tilts his head and replies, “The front door. It wasn’t locked, I just walked in.”

So much for secured entry. But that doesn’t really answer why there is a human child at his door at nearly midnight. There’s definitely a law somewhere that says that’s illegal, probably.

The kid, who can’t be more than ten years old and really should have learned about stranger danger by now, beams up at him, as if technical breaking and entering is something to be proud of. Which, okay, maybe Wei Wuxian is kind of impressed by that.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” the boy asks, his smile so sweet and unassuming that before Wei Wuxian even realizes it, he’s turned to the side and let the boy in.

The kid is wearing a blue puffy coat and carrying a white backpack that has homemade floppy ears made of felt that make it look like a bunny. They bounce up and down as the boy walks inside and slips his shoes off. Wei Wuxian very maturely resists the urge to tug on those floppy bunny ears, though only just.

Shoes off, his socks patterned with fluffy white clouds, the boy turns back around to look up at Wei Wuxian. His entire face beams up at him as if he were a sunflower facing the sun, which wow what an ego-boost. He’s got dimples, little baby dimples that are very cute and look very pinchable but that doesn’t matter because there is a baby in his house! And okay he’s at least ten years old but regardless why is there a whole entire child in his apartment? What is one supposed to do when some random kid shows up at their doorstep and invites themselves in?

“Oh shit uh, wait not shit,” Wei Wuxian stammers. “Shit, sorry. Um. A drink, you want a drink?”

Ask the random child if they want something to drink, apparently. Perfect.

The kid nods, still giving him that doe-eyed look. Wei Wuxian doesn’t have much by way of child-friendly beverage options, but he wasn’t exactly expecting something like this tonight. He settles on milk that looks like it hasn't gone too bad yet. Besides, expired milk builds immunity and character in children, that's how it works, right? He pours a glass for the kid, making sure to give him the cleanest one even though there’s a tiny crack on the surface.

He guides the kid over to the coffee table and hands him the milk. The kid takes the glass and sinks onto the deflated beanbag while Wei Wuxian perches on the edge of the couch. He grabs a can of beer from the six-pack still on the floor beside the table and takes a sip. Wait, is that allowed? Can he drink alcohol in front of children?

The kid doesn’t seem to care. He takes a tentative sip of his milk and makes a very polite face that fails to mask his disgust, before putting the glass down on the table next to the forgotten cupcake. Fair, it’s nice to see him asserting boundaries and all that.

"Okay," Wei Wuxian says, amused despite the situation. "Who are you and why are you in my house at—" he checks his phone for the time"—five minutes to midnight on a Friday night?"

The kid doesn't answer right away. His eyes are still focused on the cupcake, but in a way he probably thinks is sneaky. Wei Wuxian tilts his head to get a better look and sure enough, there’s a furrow between his eyebrows like the kid is trying really hard to ask a difficult question. After a minute, it becomes clear he hasn’t worked out a nice enough way to ask, but it’s a good thing Wei Wuxian knows enough about being a hungry child to recognize one.

He nudges the cupcake over to him and says, "Help yourself." Immediately, the kid grabs the cupcake with all the care in the world, like it’s a priceless artifact and promptly devours it. Wei Wuxian can’t help but smile as he eats. Suddenly the cheap cupcake feels like an excellent choice.

When the kid finishes licking the last bits of frosting and crumbs off his fingers, he sits politely with his hands in his lap and looks longingly toward the kitchen. He’s still too nice to ask forthright, but Wei Wuxian knows better and he isn't a monster.

Wei Wuxian gets up and opens one of the cabinets to look for something that’s probably child-appropriate, pulling out a bag of his least spicy chips. Chips are made of potatoes which are vegetables which means it’s probably not that bad for kids. Either way, the kid takes the bag gratefully and eats the chips with relish, even though they’re definitely way too spicy for someone his age.

“Alright, alright. You’ve been fed. Now tell me, who are you?” he asks again, though he can’t stop the tiniest bit of fondness from creeping into his tone. It’s just that everything this kid does is so cute! He can’t help himself!

The kid stops eating and tries to speak, but what comes out instead are the quietest little coughs Wei Wuxian’s ever heard. He’s been eating these spicy snacks and slowly turning as red as they are, but he’s so polite he hasn’t said a thing about them.

All at once, Wei Wuxian realizes he likes this kid, despite knowing practically nothing about him. It’s strange. He hates the kids the customers at his job will bring sometimes, especially when their parents just let them loose like it's a daycare and not a coffee shop. Wei Wuxian isn’t mean or anything, it’s just that wrangling kids is way above his pay grade. He didn’t even get along with other kids when he was a kid. All the other foster kids stood clear of him pretty much as soon as the social worker told his foster parents he was known for being “emotionally dysregulated” and labeling him a problem child.

But this kid is different from all the others, even though Wei Wuxian can’t quite put his finger on what’s so special about him. He seems like the kind of kid who would politely ask for steamed oat milk and say thank you, then ask his parents to let him give Wei Wuxian the tip. When he finishes, he’d probably throw his trash out without anyone asking and call goodbye to him one last time before he leaves. Even just imagining it makes Wei Wuxian feel wistful for something he’s never really wanted before.

It doesn’t help that this kid’s got what must be the fluffiest hair he's ever seen, and those dimples! It takes all of Wei Wuxian’s self-control to keep himself from pinching those chubby cheeks.

He doesn’t quite succeed and leans forward anyway to ruffle the kid's hair. "Ask for water, you silly,” he says, already standing and heading back to the kitchen.

When he hands him the glass, the kid just looks up at Wei Wuxian with his big, bright brown eyes filled with wonder. He’s looking at Wei Wuxian like he has the answer to everything. Wei Wuxian doesn't, but it's nice to feel like someone thinks he knows what he's doing.

The kid drinks half the glass before clearing his throat and finally answering Wei Wuxian’s question. “I’m Sizhui, but you can call me A-Yuan. Or even Little Radish, if you want! You called me that before.” He says it all in one breath, practically vibrating with energy by the end.

Wei Wuxian pauses in the middle of taking a sip of his beer. He’s not sure why he would ever call anyone a radish, and he’s pretty sure he’s never met this kid before. Does A-Yuan have mistaken him for someone else? Could this kid have some weird memory loss, except one where he gains fake memories instead of losing them? It’s definitely not the strangest thing about this whole situation.

Like all problems Wei Wuxian doesn’t know how to deal with, he decides to ignore that for now and asks, “Okay, A-Yuan then, why are you here?”

“Because,” A-Yuan starts, leaning forward and looking at Wei Wuxian with all the seriousness someone pre-puberty could possibly possess. “I need your help.”

“…Okay…” Wei Wuxian replies. The world must truly be fucked if someone is coming to him for help. He hasn’t had a vegetable in a week, unless pizza actually does count. “What do you need help with?”

He’s expecting the kid to say something normal like “my homework” or “getting to the train station”, you know, normal things a kid would ask a stranger to help him with.

He’s not expecting A-Yuan to respond gravely, “To save the world and everyone we love.”

Wei Wuxian blinks, speechless. A-Yuan doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to speak as he lifts his backpack onto his lap and rummages through its contents. “My family’s in trouble, our family. Everyone we know is, and you’re the only one who can fix it. Look here, see, I’ve got this book, it’s all written here. There’s a curse that’s affecting everyone and we need to break it.”

He plops the book down on the coffee table. It’s not at all what Wei Wuxian expects. It’s hand-bound, with a simple red fabric cover that’s blank except for the title that’s written in Chinese calligraphy. It’s written entirely in Chinese, in fact, completely by hand with the same impeccable calligraphy. Inside are what appear to be a bunch of stories or folktales. There are beautiful gongbi illustrations on every other page, inked in bright colors with an incredible level of detail.

Wei Wuxian can’t help but be impressed. The book is something he would expect to see at a museum or in a period drama, not on his coffee table with its chipped surface and water stains.

A-Yuan flips to a picture of a man with long hair dressed in black and red robes. He’s playing a flute as shadows dance and twist around his frame. Then tendrils lift high into the sky and block out the sun. He’s standing on a pile of human bones, to really sell the whole villain energy this guy’s got.

A-Yuan points at the guy. “That’s you, you see?”

Wei Wuxian does not see, he’s pretty sure he would have noticed if his body was covered in shadows. Also, he would need way more conditioner for that length of hair.

The kid continues, interpreting Wei Wuxian’s stunned silence as something else entirely. “You’re the only one who can help them, who can save us all.” A-Yuan thrusts the scroll out to Wei Wuxian, who’s too floored to do much more than take it from him. “So, I’m here to bring you back.”

Wei Wuxian has to admit, the guy in the picture does look pretty badass. But it’s still just a drawing, and there’s little to suggest this looks anything like him at all.

He glances up. A-Yuan smile is so bright and excited that Wei Wuxian wishes he could feel his excitement too. The guy in the picture does look super cool, like someone he’d want to dress up as when he was A-Yuan’s age.

But all he feels is concern and confusion. Before, he was actually starting to enjoy spending time with this kid, but something is wrong, though it’s not what A-Yuan thinks. There’s a random kid in his apartment late at night, making up stories. And whether he likes it or not, Wei Wuxian is the adult here. He has to remember that.

“I’m sorry, kid,” he says, and the smile slowly drops from A-Yuan’s face and Wei Wuxian feels like the absolute worst person on the planet for doing that to him. “But I don’t know what this is, or who you are. I want to help, you’ve just gotta give me some actual answers. Where are your parents? Do they know where you are?”

A-Yuan looks down and mumbles, “I was so sure you’d remember if you saw this, if you held it.” He tightens the hands on his knees into fists and looks up at him with a startling conviction. “But that doesn’t matter. I know it, I know who you are. You’re Wei Wuxian. This is you. And you’re the only person who can save us.”

Wei Wuxian rubs his temples and contemplates chugging the remainder of his beer. He holds it in his hand, wishing he’d gotten another pack. “Look, I don’t know how you know my name, maybe you saw it on some mail outside or something, but—"

"You're my dad!” A-Yuan hastily interrupts. “That’s why, that’s how I know!"

Wei Wuxian drops the can. There's a splash of something spilling all over the carpet and he should probably make sure it’s not too bad. He's too busy trying to figure out how he could have a ten-year-old at twenty-five when he was definitely still a virgin at fifteen.

The initial shock slips away, leaving him only more confused. He raises an eyebrow at A-Yuan, willing him to explain.

"Not my real dad," A-Yuan says, rolling his eyes like somehow Wei Wuxian is the one claiming something impossible. "But you're my dad in every way that counts."

Wei Wuxian wishes he hadn't dropped his drink. He'd really like to take a sip of it now. And several more, maybe the rest of the cans, too.

This day needs to end. He should have stayed home and drank his way to oblivion, so he’d have been too far gone to answer the door in the first place.

TBC

#i need to remind myself it's okay if no one reads this #i have very little presence in this fandom #but im so excited for this au #mdzs #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wei wuxian #a-yuan #wen yuan #bushy writing #i need to throw this in the void and then not think about this post ever again sgfsdfjs #this first chapter is 10k words by the way which tells me its only going to get worse #apparently my idea of short preview is 2000 words oops #also i only did a cursery read through and brief error check so if there's something glaringly bad please tell me #im hoping to have the first chapter up sometime in the next week if you want to follow me on ao3!#okay now im gonna go melt away #how obvious is it that i haven't shared my writing with anyone else in over a year

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yellowbugifs · 7 months ago

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132/365 days of regina mills

#reginamillsedit #ouatedit #once upon a time #ouat #lana parrilla #regina mills #breaking glass #365rm

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detective-jane-rizzoli · 10 months ago

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#Jennifer Morrison #Emma Swan #Lana Parrilla #Swan Queen #Once Upon a Time #OUaT #Swen #Regina Mills #Evil Queen #Evil Regal #swanqueenedit #JMo #ouatedit #S04E05 #Breaking Glass #my edit #*gif #*mine

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dinneratgrannys · 2 years ago

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ONCE UPON A TIME 4.05, Breaking Glass

#ouatedit #onceuponatimeedit #captainswanedit #once upon a time #ouat #captain swan #s4 #4x05 breaking glass #dynamic: captain swan #event: rewatch 22

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 2 years ago

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The scene I can never move on from....

#killian jones #ouat #captain swan #once upon a time #captain hook #emma swan #killian x emma #fanart #cs fanart #breaking glass #Art attempts by Jas #my 'art'

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purpleprincessonfyre · 9 months ago

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For Part 1 click here

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OUAT AU Finale - We're Gonna Be Timeless

Characters: Liane St James, Mia Spencer, Ethan Long, Belladonna St James, Cassandra Sean

Other characters: Bruce Banner, Melissa Wallace

IB: Once Upon A Time and Timeless (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault)

A small crowd had gathered around the hospital bed of Liane St James. If you didn't look at the tubes, the gown or the general environment you would assume she was simply asleep. Bella had gone very quiet, Mia was trying to keep her eyes on her clipboard, Cassie had her head in her hands sat to the side and Ethan was at the foot of the bed, a strange aching in his chest.

He liked Liane. He hadn't known her for very long, it had only been a few weeks since his daughter had dragged him to this town, introduced him to her adoptive mother, gotten himself arrested and now he was staring at the unconscious form of someone he had grown to care for. It didn't make a lot of sense but love never did, in his experience.

"This is all my fault, I should have..." Cassie was rambling in the corner, tears slipping down her cheeks. Bella was still deathly silent with her eyes fixed on Liane. Ethan tried to put an arm around Bella for comfort and expected her to recoil at her touch but instead she sidled up into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying her head in his flannel shirt.

"We're doing our best to keep her stable but right now, we still can't determine what's actually happened to her. I don't usually say this but Liane's gonna need a miracle if she's going to survive this." Mia said softly, her eyes sad. The room was eerily quiet aside from the beeping of the monitor and muffled sounds from outside the door in the corridor.

Just as Mia was about to leave, Melissa and Bruce came bursting into the ICU, a half eaten pie in their hands. Mia frowned before she recognised the pie from earlier. She managed to stop them from rushing over to Liane's bed, asking them what was going on. Melissa let Bruce catch his breath and started to explain.

"This pie...she ate this before she collapsed. Its not one of Bruce's pies, it wasn't baked in our ovens."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we baked a pie for Liane but this is not the one we baked. This one is different. Whatever is in this caused her to collapse."

"We checked her blood, she wasn't poisoned or anything, no allergic reaction. It was an apple pie right?"

Melissa nodded. Cass lifted her head hearing that and so did Bella, wiping tears from her face.

"Alexander. He did this. He wanted to hurt my mom."

"That can't be true, I ate that pie."

"How much did you eat?" Cassie questioned, coming back to her senses. Mia sighed, looking at the half eaten pie in confusion.

"I didn't eat much, a couple bites then I got the call to come back to the hospital when they brought the Joshua kid in. But Liane said she was gonna eat that whole thing."

"And you've been fine?"

"Well I had a couple of dizzy spells and I felt slightly fatigued but I'm fine now. Just kind of a headache."

"And Liane ate-"

"She ate the rest."

Bella lifted her head from Ethan's shirt her eyes widened as she reached into her bag and pulled out her storybook.

"The curse, she ate cursed apples and now she can only be awoken by true Love's kiss!" Bella exclaimed showing a page where a woman with dark hair was awoken by a kiss by a man dressed like a Prince. She turned to Ethan, eyes determined.

"You have to break the curse, it's the only way."

"'Bella I-"

"You love my mom, right?"

"Kiddo-"

"You love her. I know you kept your distance because she's my carer and she kept hers for the same reason but I can tell. She loves you."

"I can't kiss an unconscious woman!"

"Why not? It works in the stories!"

"Because this is real life, Belladonna! There aren't cursed fruits, there aren't Big Bad Wolves, there aren't glass slippers, there isn't magic and there isn't True Love's Kiss! And...I can't keep pretending anymore." Ethan trailed off as Bella's eyes narrowed, her chin quivering but all she did was shove the book into his arms.

"Read it. And maybe you'll see the truth. I'm going for some air." She stormed out of the ICU, tears in her eyes as she ran for the doors. Mia sighed and looked at Cassie who seemed to look guilty? Mia looked over Liane's body one last time before heading to check on other patients, patting Liane's hand kindly as she left. Cassie took a seat, looking at Ethan.

"She's right, you know."

"Right about what?"

"All of it. But we've all been too blind to see. I tried telling people when I figured it out but people call you crazy when you question their reality..." Cassie muttered, watching the clock on the wall. She turned to Ethan as she grabbed her bag.

"Just read the book. Listen to your daughter for once. And maybe trust her too. She's smarter than she looks."

As Cassie left, Ethan sat by Liane's bed, the silence almost deafening as he watched the machines help her breathe. He picked up the book and started to read. He recognised the tales from his childhood, stories of princesses in castles and knights on white horses and evil queens in towers.

Then he came across the tale of Sleeping Beauty and saw a face he recognised. A man dressed in armour, his green eyes almost shining off the page, his hair lit by the sunlight and a young woman with long blonde hair down her back, long black curved horns on her head, dressed in purples and blacks, both sat on a horse together, her purple eyes glimmering as they went to kiss.

That was his face! And those eyes despite being purple immediately made him think of Liane. How could he be in this book? This battered book with tales of magic and mystery? Why was he depicted as this Ace of Hearts? Why was Liane The Dark Fairy? And why did he feel like he knew this story more than just reading it off the page?

As he continued to read he started to recognise more and more faces from the town, Mia eating an apple as Snow White, Cole as a mystical magic man called Rumplestiltskin, Alexander as this King of Shadows, the waitress from the diner as Belle, Cassandra as Rapunzel in a high tower, he was starting to see everything more clearly. He looked at Liane and stroked her hair, finally saying what was on his mind.

"I never wanted to be a Dad. When I was a kid I made a choice to never be the reason a kid hates their life, hates their world. I didn't think anyone would ever want to have a kid with me. Then of course, life happened, a life that I really didn't want to bring a kid into but...I was naive. Not naive, dumb, really.. really dumb.

"I did love her, or I thought I did. Bella's mom. But she betrayed me. Ratted me out. I got the clink, she disappeared, and Belladonna was given to a Foster home. I never tried to make contact because I thought she'd hate me. That she'd resent me for not being there, not being her Dad when I absolutely should have been.

"It was cowardly, I know, to run away from my problems like that but I just really didn't think this kid would want anything to do with me. And then she showed up at my door. Like an omen. No not like that but it did certainly scare me. Especially cause she had found me like that. I knew vaguely that she had a home but I never tried to reach out. And then I met you."

Ethan smiled and took Liane's hand, just admiring her face as she lay there.

"You with your firey temper, the way you almost slapped me on your lawn after I arrived that first day, how your stare looked like it would make me burst into flames if I looked directly at it. And it all made sense. Why this girl, my little girl had come all that way to find me. She wanted me to meet you. To...connect with you. Because she loves you so much that she knew even if she could do it alone, she shouldn't.

"You spent years rearing this kid like your own, teaching her self-respect, giving her unerring confidence, letting her speak her mind, allowing her the freedom to express herself however she wants and now she's the best thing ever. I used to think parenthood was like jail.

"Bad comparison I know but I knew what that was. Servitude, solitude, nothing but pushback and obstacles as you try to get your freedom. Living off rations just to keep your kid afloat. Drowning in debt and knowing that you'll be so broken when it's over but accepting it as part of life. But it's not.

"You made me see parenthood is...like a garden. It won't grow if you don't feed and nurture it, it can be hard to tame but it's all the more beautiful when you let it run wild, if you prune too often it becomes too linear, too perfect. But as long as you feed and water it, give it sunshine, attention, love and care it will be so beautiful and become so beneficial to the insects and wildlife.

"Belladonna is not a perfect kid but she's brilliant. She's book smart and street smart which she did not get from me, she's intelligent and thoughtful, she's got the best emotional regulation I have ever seen and she's so glad you are her mom. And I would be honoured to raise her by your side. I've never believed in magic and miracles but if Bella believes it will save your life, then maybe I'll give it a try."

Ethan leaned in towards Liane's face and very carefully kissed her on the cheek, her skin feeling like a soft pillow and the warmth from her face hitting his. Almost instantly a huge spark of power began radiating from where Ethan stood, spreading through the town as Ethan took and step back, his mind suddenly flooding back to him.

Ethan Lensherr, The Ace of Hearts. Champion for Wonderland. His sister, The Mad Hatter. His brother, Rumplestiltskin. His father Erik, The Knave of Hearts. And his beautiful Liane, The love of his life, The Dark Fairy. Had awoken from her slumber.

Liane opened her eyes and looked up to see her beloved Ethan standing by her bed smiling. She pulled off her breathing mask and flung her arms around him in tears, holding him close as she kissed him passionately. She had found him, and he had found her. The doors swung open as Mia, or rather Snow White, came rushing inside with Cassandra at her side and Belladonna.

"Snow?"

"Mal!" The two embraced after Ethan let his wife go, remembering all these people. Cassie also came in for a hug as Belladonna watched, pleased.

"Since when did you get a haircut, Goldie?"

"It wasn't my choice, trust me." Cassie insisted, smiling and laughing. They all stepped back to let Bella through who ran into her mother's arms tearfully, grabbing her tight as they embraced.

"I told you so.. " she whispered in the hug as Liane just laughed and sat up. Then she felt that pain again. The pain where her wings were supposed to be. Snow handed her a staff to help her stand.

"Rumple left it here if you can believe that. Found it in the supply closet of all places."

"Is it still magic? Am I still magic?"

"No one knows yet. But everyone's waking up. Wait- Nikolai!" Snow tugged off her white coat and ran out of the hospital to go and find Charming as the others laughed.

But Liane stayed stoic, remembering at least who caused them all to be stuck here.

"Alexander.."

"Babe don't worry we'll get your wings back."

"Not just my wings. I want him DEAD!" Her eyes flashed bright purple, that fire back in her eyes as she stood up. He was going to pay for his actions. A flame of lavender fire formed in her palm as Ethan caught her arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To kill the Mayor."

Thats a wrap for now folks! It's been fun and it's gotten me to rewatch OUAT so I guess that's a good thing? Thanks to @jackiequick for reigniting my love of fantasy fanfic writing, thank you @gcthvile for always giving my OCs someone to love, and love to my moots @blueboirick @cherrysft @rooster-84 for the support.

Next fanfic series might be a bit more upbeat, a little cheesy and slightly more musical? It will be hinted at in the next post that appears on this page. Hope you've enjoyed!

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