#verse: ouat au

[ouatnextgen]

Hook Sibling Shenanigans

A gift for @hannahhook7744!

Also on ao3. I would have just left it there, but I wanted to post this funny edit, and I was too lazy to look up how to imbed images onto a fic.

Hope slunk back into the house through the backdoor, silently closing it behind her.

She huffed a quiet laugh to herself.

She’d done it.

She’d successfully snuck out.

Suddenly, one of the lamps in the living room turned on, and someone swiveled in the lazy boy recliner to look at her.

She exhaled sharply in relief when she saw it was just Harry. She expected one of her parents, not her stupid older brother.

“Where were you?” He asked calmly, caressing one of his old stuffed animals like a supervillain.

“Out.” Hope tried not to look suspicious. “With CJ.”

CJ abruptly sat up from where she was apparently lying prone on the couch, hidden from Hope’s view until now. “Try again.”

Hope groaned. “I just went to hang out with Gideon and PJ.” 

A partial truth. Gideon and PJ were both at the party she’d snuck out to attend.

“Uh-huh. Is that why you’re dressed like that?” CJ raised an eyebrow, and despite the fact that she was not biologically related to their mother, she somehow looked exactly like her.

She glanced down at her party dress, knowing that she’d been got. “...please don’t Mom and Papa. Okay?”

Harry shot her a wicked grin. “Hey, Hope…remember when you spoiled Spider-Man for me?”

Hope launched herself at her brother and sister. “You piece of–do not tell them! I’ll kick both of your asses!”

CJ chuckled and shoved her off of them, letting her land in a heap on the floor. “Looks like we hold the cards now.”

Hope growled. “What do you even want? You’re both adults.”

“Money.” CJ pretended to look at her nails.

“CJ, you have a job.”

“Yeah, but blackmail money is so much sweeter.”

Harry, meanwhile, shrugged. “I just want you to owe me a favor.”

“Ughhhhh!” Hope pulled herself off of the floor, straightening her dress. “Fiiiiine. I’ll owe you a favor.”

“And twenty dollars.”

“And CJ gets twenty dollars.”

A different voice was suddenly behind them. “But what do I get for not telling Mama and Papa that you two are blackmailing Hope?”

Alice stood behind them on the stairs, hands on her hips, and a wild smirk on her face.

Harry paled. “Boy am I glad Harriet moved out. Or this would get really messy.”

As their youngest children argued quietly downstairs, Emma and Killian tried not to make their presence known.

“Should we intervene?” Killian asked, slightly worried that this could devolve into a full on brawl.

“Nah.” Emma was significantly less worried. “Let ‘em talk it out.”

“We’re still punishing Hope for sneaking out though, right?”

“We didn’t punish Harriet when she snuck out.”

“Harriet snuck out?!”

[snowbellsquiver]

AU:

Snow and Charming escape the curse through the wardrobe to a land without magic just before Snow gives birth to baby Emma on the side of the highway. She awakens a day later in this strange new land to Emma’s cries. Disoriented, Charming reassures her that they are safe and she marvels over Emma; relieved for the first time since her wedding. They got away. Good will always win.

[averbaldumpingground]

Song Prompt: Flight Risk by Tommy Lefroy

He's drooling a little on the pillow. Maybe it should be endearing.

Outside, it's cold. The hoarfrost is thick on the windows, maybe the door handles too. She's palmed her car keys already.

She's pretty sure he's asleep.

She takes a breath. She can do this. The creaky floorboards, the rusty hinges, it's just like being twelve, or maybe seventeen again.

She's got her jacket zipped up, the red, battered leather too thin for the wind she can feel through the cracks in the seal on the door. The bug's going to need a few minutes. Or maybe longer. She hopes not.

She doesn't think she can be there, not when he fumbles awake. Not when he's come to expect it.

And maybe that's the worst of it: the corner of his mouth, the way that he will stop to touch her face. The way he looks, a little more disheveled in the morning.

It makes her want to run, his hopeful eyes, the smile he's got when they are curled together, sweaty in the tangled sheets. It's almost like she's drowning in his patience.

It's just outside, the car. She doesn't need to turn around and stay. She doesn't need to curl into his shoulder.

[martianbugsbunny]

Hewwo I saw your ask captaincroc and I wonder if you've got any ideas/headcanons on ABO stuff or au's,,,,, if not or you don't like that trope then maybe for soulmate, like what kind of mark or how they know, who gets it/knows it first or the likes

Also I love thinking about them too hhhhhhhh

Luv ya mate I eat this stuff up :) Gonna stick it under a read more because it turned out to be a long post, like I said I love thinking about these guys. Plus, I know A/B/O universe isn't everyone's thing, so for those who don't partake you can just skip it, it's all chill. As you will see, I answered both parts of this because I am simply rabid for soulmates AUs and I couldn't resist.

I haven't really thought about A/B/O universe stuff for this pairing yet (which is not to say I will not ever in depth, because I like messing around with the dynamics in that kind of universe in my head even tho I've never actually written a fic for it) but like off the top of my head I 100% would steal that thing from The Miller's Daughter and have Hook pledge his firstborn child to Rumple in exchange for a magical favor, as an omega who's never been through a heat before and doesn't believe that he ever will, only for some plant on Neverland or smthn to trigger his first one and since he already made that deal, he realizes the only alpha who's an acceptable mate for him is Rumple, because if they form a bond then maybe, just maybe, Rumple will let him have visitation rights or something. Rumple agrees reluctantly, mostly because he's still working through the issues of letting Bae go, but in the end if he's going to take any resulting child from this heat from Killian, he wants it to be his child and not some random person's. Of course Rumple falls hard for him as he's staying at the castle to recuperate after his heat, but doesn't want to put himself in the vulnerable position of admitting his feelings. Rumple, being magical and because I say so, knows immediately that Hook is indeed carrying his child, and he comes up with the excuse of "well you promised this kid to me so you have to stay here until it's born so I know you're not going to try to abscond with my goods, plus it's going to be mine in the future so I need to make sure you're taking care of it for me now," and Hook buys it because when a guy will take your firstborn child in a bargain, why wouldn't he say that. He falls in love with Rumple over the next nine months, and gradually starts to see through the Dark One veneer as he realizes that Rumple's loved him the whole time, and that's why he's been so fussy (in his own weird way). After the birth (two girls, I think) Rumple stands there watching Hook cradle the babies in his arms, and he says "you know, you've technically already given me a child, after a fashion, by carrying and birthing it, I don't have to actually keep either of them, it would totally mess with my schedule for arranging the Dark Curse anyway," because he hasn't figured out yet that his feelings are reciprocated. Hook argues that a pirate is a man of his word, but suggests they make a small adjustment to the deal: I'll give you my firstborn and my second born and any other children I have because I'm giving myself to you. And they live evilly ever after lol.

As for soulmate AUs, I have already done one of the ones where each person starts to see color only because they meet their soulmate, it is possibly one of my finest works of fanfiction and I'm ridiculously proud of it, but I'm always happy to meditate on other forms of soulmate AU.

I kind of like the idea of a soulmate AU where the mark that appears on each person's skin is something that will only make sense to them once they actually know their soulmate, because that just makes it so much more complicated to actually figure out who your soulmate is. So Rumple would have an image of a sextant right above his heart, and Hook would have...his is a little harder, because Rumple didn't have many material possessions that he was really attached to, but maybe he has...herm, I'm gonna go dramatic on this one and say he has the image of the Dark Curse scroll on his wrist because as far as I can remember (and I could be wrong about this lol) it was not common knowledge that Rumple was behind the curse, I think most people just thought it was Regina, but at the very least nobody really knew why Rumple wanted it cast, so that is something Hook would have to figure out over time.

Ngl I also enjoy the idea of them in an AU where your soulmate's name is on your skin from like the moment you're born, so Rumple would have Killian Jones written on him and Hook would have Rumplestiltskin, they have antagonism of an unspecified nature (idk, maybe it's like the original except Milah only ever refers to Rumple as "the coward" or "my ex-husband" because it ruins the suspense if Hook knows) and as usual it runs all the way into the Curse and when Hook comes to Storybrooke to kill Rumple, because Hook never learned the Dark One's name, and Rumple only heard Hook referred to as "Captain" or "Captain Hook," so neither of them connected the dots. Bonus points if Hook raids Rumple's old village at least a hundred years into his magically extended lifespan, and he finds this old-ass ledger with a record of births in it, and in his infinite wisdoms doesn't realize that this guy who was born a little over a hundred years ago is the same bastard who's also been living a lot longer than he should. I just love the idea of how many narrative hoops they would have to jump through in order to not learn they were each other's soulmate until let's say the moment Hook stabs him; then he catches sight of the name Jones somewhere on Rumple's skin, maybe on his collarbone where people normally wouldn't see it, but he just got stabbed so his shirt has shifted, and of course Hook knows it's himself, but he has to confirm, so he none-too-gently shreds more of Rumple's shirt and yep, there it is, Killian Jones. And then Hook turns right round and decides you know what, I've spent most of my life believing my soulmate lived and died ages before I existed, I'm not going to let him die now even if he is the Dark One, and he fights with the heroes against Cora and he definitely kills her instead of or maybe with Snow.

Thanks for the fun anon, I absolutely loved spending some time on this and I really do hope you see it bc I don't know if you can see when someone answers an anonymous ask you sent in, but tysm for the inspiration!!! Always feel free to send more asks about these guys, I love them so much, and although I don't have much time for writing fics right now, I might be able to use some of this stuff for fics when I do have time, so if there's an idea you want to try planting in my brain bc you want a fic about it, this is totally the way to do it lol.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 and @wikiangela

Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Alright so I'm not going to put the titles of all them, bc some are very obscure, but short to the point descriptions instead.

Buddied friends and family adjusting to them dating

Abandoned fic: pastor's son Eddie

Grimm buddie

Return of sperm donor kid

Werewolf eddie, witch Buck

OUAT buddie

Teen buddie with parental Chimney

mpreg kidnapped Buck a/b/o

Three Taps for the Lombardi

Another werewolf eddie, witch Buck

Accidental cuddles

Alright so I am super super late to this and I know plenty of others have been tagged and have posted. So my tags will be more about encouraging asks about these wips!

Tagging: @alyxmastershipper, @prince-buck-diaz, @shortsighted-owl, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @lizzybizzyzzz, @thekristen999, @cowboy-buddie, @transbuck, @heartbeatdiaz, @panbuckley

[dealmxkerofgold]

In the light that streamed through the doorwindow, Belle actually looked like an angel that, for some reason ( perhaps, by mistake? because he sure as hell did not deserve it ), was sent to brighten his lonely existence, and, for a moment, Gold just stared at her — at her beaming smile and her eyes, the loveliest shade of blue he's ever seen, and her cheeks, rosy from excitement ( she must have acquired a new book or had a good chat with Ms Lucas, he noted absent-mindedly, as if the reason for her excitement was so obvious... and to him, it was ) — and the nasty little voice inside his head that guided so many of his actions in the past suggested he forgot about the silly endeavor he'd decided to pursue this morning, grabbed his cane and accompanied the love of his life to diner for lunch.

Gold shut that voice up — perhaps, for the first time in his life, but he was going to do the right thing. He was going to let Belle go. She'd brought so much light and happiness into his life, he owed her that much.

So he limped around the counter to stand directly in front of the librarian, his cane forgotten, took her small hands into his slightly larger ones, took a deep breath and began:

"Belle. I..."

The plan that he formulated in his mind in the quiet of his too large house this very morning was to let her down easy, to start from afar and explain to her his reasoning in great detail.

But now that he was actually going through with it, holding her hands and looking into her deep blue eyes that have always been so understanding and compassionate and even loving when she looked at him, he found he couldn't bear to drag this out longer than was absolutely necessary, so he went on, as quick and calm as he could, even though his voice sounded as if every word hurt him on its way out.

"Sweetheart," and he mentally scolded himself for using this endearment because the word itself and the memories of all the times he called her that made him soften — his voice and his eyes, and a small, sad smile even lifted the very corners of his lips — and now saying what needed to be said, pushing her away hurt even worse, "I am a bitter, violent, ugly man. If you’d known all the horrible things I've done, you wouldn’t give me the time of the day, let alone love me. Which is how I know that what's going on between us is wrong and we need to stop it before everything gets complicated."

Unable to deny himself the pleasure of caressing her soft, delicate skin one last time, he cupped Belle's cheek with one of his hands, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone, looking almost enchanted and certainly on the verge of tears.

"You are a beautiful, kind, intelligent young woman, who's got a bright, happy future ahead of her. You deserve someone much better than me. Someone who would love you and cherish you in the way I will never be capable of. So, I guess, what I'm trying to say is..."

With great reluctance, he moved to pull away, dropping both his hand from her cheek and her hand from his hold, taking a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to regain his composure even as a single tear made its way down his own cheek:

"Good day, Ms French."

[ OPEN for Belles; set either in the au where Belle wasn't locked up during the first curse or in a human au ]

[snowangeldotmp3]

hey, i can't sleep, so. in order to shut my brain up, i had to write some silly little fanfic things.

this is from an idea that the lovely genius @gothbat99 had about a month ago or so. this is not planned whatsoever and this came to me in a flash, not a full scene, sorry for that.

Eddie wakes up cold.

Freezing, actually. The last thing he remembers…

His teeth chatter involuntarily and he shivers and it is only then that he realizes something is wrong. Very wrong. He thrashes once, twice, against the cloth straps that dig into his skin, but it only makes the straps seem tighter. And–

Oh.

That’s new.

He thrashes once more with his left arm–his metal arm. It hums and hisses and pulses–almost like it’s human. He knows it isn’t, he clenches his hand in a fist, then unclenches, and then clenches it again, the simple motion hypnotizing him.

Another chill runs down his spine.

The cold seeps through his bones, a kind that can’t be warmed up, that settles in your stomach. A kind that knows that whatever is coming, what ever is about to happen, can’t be good.

Eddie thinks that this is how he dies. 

(Later, when they drag him to the machine, setting the rubber tray in his mouth that he fights to spit out–after they have to physically restrain him, again–and the metal plates settle over his skull, he knows one thing.

This is how Eddie Munson dies.)

[twistedcveryway]

{ browsing various rp tags and realizing I’m definitely going to need to expand my verses.. }

[bijoupreciieux]

verse tags pt 3

[universeofmuses]

Regina was making sense and it was clear that what she was saying was sinking into Emma, especially if she was acting this childish and staying quite what she was saying was making sense. “Good girl.” Regina said praising the girl partially pleased by her listening to her and also to subtly call attention to the girl that she was a child and not the adult that she still thought herself as. It was a lot of growth for the former woman to be able to trust someone with her past, Regina wasnt going to betray her trust but she was going to make her pay for not listening to her earlier about not playing with her potions. “Granted you dont, but if you behave then you can pout all you want.” Regina said somewhat dismissively, she wasnt uninitiated to childish threats or commentary from when she raised Henry, so hearing this out of a child Emma wasnt surprising or unexpected. “Yes you have to, if I let you be on your own, how much of an irresponsible parent I would seem if I left a child in my care on their own.” Regina said semi-sarcastic to Emma, though she wasnt going to leave her on her own. The way the girl played with something that wasnt a toy and put her in this position, Regina was not going to let her out of her sight. Hearing the childish reply from Emma made Regina sigh, “Emma, this wasnt a request and I wasnt asking for an opinion. This is going to happen.” Regina said firmly putting her foot down showing there’s no room for argument.

The confusion in Emma’s face was obvious when Regina had revealed what was keeping her in this form, “It wont affect you long term. Part of you wants a do over, wants to make things better than they were when you were there the first time around.” Regina explained, though what she was saying was true, it did make her sad that the girl was robbed a happy life with her parents and it made her feel bad that it was because of her. “You do have parents, its just you dont want to recognize them as such, but even if you dont want to recognize them as such, what’s to say that you couldn’t have someone else step into that role?” Regina posed to the girl, in some ways stepping to the role that she could be for Emma if she really wanted to stay like this so she could have a better childhood than she had the first time around. Seeing Emma making the motion for wanting up tugged at Regina’s heartstrings, she bent down and picked up the little girl and placed her on her hip, “Why would anyone be mad if you wanted to play with toys? Even if youre big?” Regina asked her making the question that the girl asked was silly for her to ask.

@universeofmuses

Emma swan an orphan, whom grew on her own and all alone. As a young child the blond girl had displayed signs of magic and strange thinks happened around her she never understood what it was; but deep down she knew that the strange occurrence was her fault as such she summarized that, that the was the reason for her parents abandoning her. However as time went on she gave birth to a boy whom she send to be adopt since she felt incapable of raising him later that boy came for her and told her, her origin story and took her to a town in Maine called storybrooke where she broke the curse and set the people of storybrooke free however her parents had never been in storybrooke not even the mayor knows what happened to them.

Well as time went on Emma grew a bit attached to the Mayor, “ Come on Regina teach me magic,” Emma whined begged as she followed the older woman into her vault, “Why dont you want to teach me am a good student I swear,”  Emma tried again although Regina had warned her accouple of times about playing with the magical artifacts Emma seemed to have grabby hands because she touched just about every item and treated like a toy. It was as if Emma was a toddler maybe Regina should turn her into one to teach her a lesson.

@universeofmuses

[jewishsuperfam]

the thing is. emma/regina + henry rly has like perfect geralt/yen + ciri vibes

[snowbellsquiver]

AU: Circa 1992. ( In a modern world where Charming made it through the wardrobe with Emma & Snow) He tells his nine year old daughter all about his quest to find her mother and wake her from the queens sleeping curse.

🏹🗡️

“You had to kiss mommy to wake her up? Eww daddy that’s gross.” Emma crinkled up her nose giggling. David chose to use this reaction to his full advantage. She was his little princess after all.

“Yea. Very gross, Emmy. I only did it to save mommy. You should never kiss boys or girls unless it’s to break a curse. Even then you have to be much older first. Like thirty. Yea. Mommy and I were thirty.”

“Charming!” Snow playfully scolded as she lingered in the door way eyes misty and so full of love at the scene before her.

[universeofmuses]

Regina could tell by the way Emma blushed and looked and refused to meet her eyes that she knew she was right, Emma was always so brash and impulsive, this was just another instance of that. “Right now you look more like a child playing dress up with the way you stump your foot like that.” Regina snapped back, though when the blonde mentioned spanking her a certain shudder of anticipation ran down her spine, something about the blonde spanking her always did something to her. Still Regina composed herself, “Fine.” Regina said before she waved her hand and used her magic to repair the door instantly, then with that she returned to be in all fours and sat down like a dog waiting for her next instruction from her owner.

“No I’m not saying that, I’m just making sure you know what a big responsibility is.” Regina said making Emma understand that there was a lot more to raising a pet than just what people saw on television or movies. “Is a name supposed to make everything perfect?” Regina posed to the blonde, it wasnt about the name or things being difficult, it was about forming that bond with that life and understanding so much about them even if they cant talk and speak their needs. Regina sighed at Emma’s response, somehow she wasnt all that surprised that Emma hadn’t researched anything about dogs or what the various needs of dogs can be. “Thats part of it, the most basic part of it, but there’s more to it than that.” Regina said matter of factly, Regina knew all of this because of her time as a child riding horses, sure it was a little different but she knew that horses had their own needs too depending on the horse. Really how different are animals from people?

Queenie the pet

@universeofmuses

Regina and Emma had been happily married. Emma decided to leave her job at the station and become a housewife to help Regina. Henry was happy that both he’s mothers got hitched with each other. He specially loved that he was more mature than Emma. As both he and Emma had been asking the mayor permission to own a pet. Regina had refused them on multiple occasions, Henry wisely stopped badgering Regina. “Please Regina I promise I will take care of it,” Emma begged sounding more like a child then the adult she was. Henry knew that this was one battle Emma couldn’t win no matter how much she begged and pouted Regina refused her. “Its not fair!” Emma stormed off. 

Emma decided if Regina wasn’t going to let them have a pet, then she would get a human pet. Everything she needed was already set up. Emma had been buying things for a pet all she needed know was to wait for Regina to come home from work. It was a good thing she decided to do this today since Henry had gone with her parents on a month long vacation. “How was work honey?” Emma asked in a sweetly and innocent tone. “I made your favorite Queenie,” Emma said as she bought Regina her plate and placed it on the floor instead of the table.

@universeofmuses

[inventorsdaughter]

“i don’t think i’m better than you, i know i am”

[bijoupreciieux]

verse tags pt. 2

[snowbellsquiver]

Modern AU: David and Snow show Emma her story in the book for the first time. They talk about their excitement for her birth, the curse, and explain that she’s real a life princess born of true love who will one day be a mighty savior.

“My blanket! That’s me??”

“Yep.”

“It sure is.”