#verse: ouat pre

[lockedtowers]

OUAT VERSE WRITE UP

remember: all references to canon characters, i am PURELY referring to an NPC version OR my own version, available at @familiarache, i would NEVER force ANYTHING written here on your muse. if u wanna play around w that, lmk, otherwise, i'm not basing anything off what have listed here that may mention my char w yours. thx.

There's THREE sections here. to make it easier on everyone, this is the BULLET POINT version, aka main information necessary for plot purposes, not the full write up of everything upon everything that happens.

Feel free to jump to whatever sector you want. The three forms are WONDERLAND, MISTHAVEN, and STORYBROOKE.

I do not follow the wonderland shown in the spin off show. I do not know everything about everything involving ouat (I've seen like half seasons at a time, all of s1, all of Jefferson's episodes, and like, half of s2 beyond jefferson. This is primarily been pre plotted info with my bestie Tinker, who has watched this show in its entirety, she's not on tumbs rn but anyways. I know it's canon divergent to a lot of pre est canon in concerns to wonderland. That's like, a lot of the point lol.) (this is also like the one verse where cassie was actually raised by her parents and that clearly did not help her in any way.)

I do also do base versions with zero backstory for ppl if they want, okay, i care more about your comfort than mine. pls dont hate me.

WONDERLAND

Princess of Spades, Cheshire Cat. Her twin brother is the Dormouse. The actual Hatter is Thomas Madigan, the father of Maddox, Jefferson, and Reve (as well as a daughter i havent settled on a name yet, bc she's a crossover in the plot w tinker, but for rp reasons i have to actually make her a character lol). A man obsessed with time, has perfectly timed all of his childrens births so they're separated by exactly 3 years (give or take a few months obvi.) (Also important to note; my jefferson at least, again, found on my sideblog, was parentified. technically thomas tried to make maddox parent his brothers, but maddox was too self possessed to do that. jefferson raised reve. also yes im saying jefferson is the middle child he radiates middle child energy.)

her mother is the queen of spades, and her 'father' is the red king. he is not her biological father, and he is aware of that. it was his idea. she is unaware. her biological father is the white knight, vas moraj. he was responsible for the first destruction that put the Reds in power in the first place, as he's the Jabberwock. He's also one of the last of the Wonderland Fae, which follow a different set of rules to the misthaven fae. bc logically why would creatures of entirely separate realms all follow the same guidelines i just want to have a talk w them but lbr they couldnt maintain characterization between episodes so

wonderland is a matriarchal society. Aleksander was the only born son of the Red Queen. They had to find another female royal to take over, and Feina agreed to marry him so he could at least maintain his home. she had no interest. he was only ever able to produce one child with her, and it was a boy, Lucien. Men cannot inherit in Wonderland, and since he couldn't produce another heir, he suggested Vas.

vas is the white knight, and in charge of the court. and was clearly overly protective of the twins when they were born, but cassandra more so. he had his own internal reasoning for agreeing. he's not great either but he's better than some people.

whilst royals in wonderland are known to have a lot more free will than other lands (the land is considered upside-down to others), feina never let cassandra leave the castle. feina's own ulterior motives required completely breaking down cassandras psyche, but whilst she never taught cassandra transfiguration, the fae alignment led her to learn she could turn into a cat, thus she started sneaking out.

her 'friend' is the duchess, who would let her hide away in her home as her 'pet cat'. cassandra would oft sneak into the woods for fun.

maddox was in the process of getting knighted. he became obsessed with the idea of being the next knight, as well as marrying the princess, an idea thomas put into his head. jefferson thought it was hilarious.

when their sister tasked jefferson with help to sneak off during a ball, jefferson saw cassandra for the first time, and was naturally curious abt why tf his brother was obsessed w her.

around the time he knew his sister would return, he saw his sister, cassandra, and duchess returning. he saw a cat climb up the tower, and a girl enter it.

jefferson, being extra as shit and a massive red flag, used one of his old enchanted hats to sneak up into her window and meet her. cassie, who decided in that moment that flag was her favorite shade of red, thought it was cute. someone help her.

they became friends. he'd sneak in to visit her constantly.

at some point, her mother finds out she's been sneaking out, and her her guard, illosovic stayne, essentially uhhh break her body to bits for it. that's what causes the scar on her eye, which is the main wound that vas wasn't able to fix. he noticed something amiss with aleksander, and found her tied up, stayne essentially trying to kill her, and he brought her away while aleksander had stayne arrested.

that was her first tryst with human blood, btw, great healant for fae, fixes almost everything, she already had heterochromia but her right eye was now a silvery icy blue instead of just a completely different shade of blue.

vas had a thing and the madigans were invited. he had cassie 'make an example' out of stayne, and she was wearing a dress jefferson made for her. cassie took staynes eyeball, which she preserved and turned into a necklace, bc she's not normal, but she didn't kill him. she debated it, as vas left it up to her, but she decided living in exile would be worse for him. vas named maddox as stayne's replacement.

feina was NOT happy to be undermined mind you.

jefferson, at some point, bc a lot of the normal plot i made w tinker i'm not putting into the rp verse, for 'theres a lot of ship stuff' reasons, and even tho its my own version of jeffy i wanna leave openings yknow-- anyways, he leaves wonderland. cassie ofc is heartbroken cause since that thing, her friends wont talk to her, they're a little bit scared of her.

she also started training bc vas did not want her to be at risk of harm again.

maddox obsessions became worse. he took full advantage of her sadness re jefferson leaving (without her, because he said he'd take her with him, then didn't, because of Maddox) to get her interested in him. but the more obsessive he got over her, the more she started to push him away because it freaked her out.

jack, who i am keeping this bit here bc i can, is regina's half-brother, and came to wonderland. as far as either is aware he's her full brother but that boy is white, that aint your full brother regina. he, in some way, knew that this is where his mother would end up eventually. he looked enough like the original prince of hearts that he killed him and took his place.

he met maddox, actually before jefferson left that was a thing, saw an opportunity, and wrecked maddox's mental state further to make him his spy. he also had maddox murder his own father (and, seemingly, younger brother) which maddox doesnt even remember doing for the most part until he tries to sleep at night and the visions haunt him. that's pmuch what makes jefferson leave btw

eventually, seemingly the entirety of the kingdom was slaughtered. maddox 'gets cassie out', and she sees what she thinks are the real bodies of her family members as she's taken out to the tulgey wood. maddox questions her about something, and she's too busy freaking out to actually know what he's saying or respond to him in any coherent way. she starts panicking and fighting back when he grabs her and starts dragging her off, and when she pushes him away he asks her if she loves him. she does NOT have an answer for that, and Jack appears, talking to her, and with one command, Maddox's resolve breaks and he cuts her neck open.

Jack has already made a deal with Feina, he knows she wont stay dead. Jack has her locked in a room in the castle, and keeps her prisoner there with the intention of marrying her to further secure his position in the court. The Hearts had been taken over, and Cora was now the Queen of Hearts. She did NOT get jack's obsession, but didn't really question it either. It kept him busy and out of her way.

Jefferson came back to wonderland, now as a portal jumper, to steal something from her mom. he found out what happened, and promised to get her out.

this time he actually followed through on that, good job, jeffy.

MISTHAVEN

jack had these iron cuffs on her that kept her powers at bay and made her extremely weak, so yeah first things first was jefferson bringing her to rumple to get those off, bc enchanted. he couldnt pick a lock. there was no lock.

i.................... hated jeffersons prequel comic, tbh, you can't convince me that man knows what renting is i'm sorry. that cottage of his has always been his. he did bring cassie to live with him, tho.

and she was n o t in good shape at all, so when graham would walk past that cottage on the daily and occasionally see her staring out the window, like he thought the worst. rightfully so. sorry jeffy.

eventually she did start leaving the cottage, and actually did meet and talk to graham from then on. he thought she was weird, but her weirdness was endearing.

f r i e n d s

he brought her to The Vale Tavern in town, where she met Lavinia, local witch, and Luke, a werewolf from the den Graham was raised in, who also left. Lavinia's magic is what kept his transformations at bay.

Further proof that cassie is surprisingly endearing, bc they both got attached to her too.

also jefferson was not and never was happy that she befriended graham, but that's because jeffy is jeffy. you just have to feel bad for the ppl he annoys a lot. like rumple probably had to listen to so much complaining everytime he hired him to collect shit. smh

lavinia and luke plotted together to get cassie away from jefferson, bc funnily enough not a lot of people actually like him. lavinia figured out the faerie genes and decided to teach cassie how to use witch glamour, in hopes cassie would figure out fae glamour. she did.. mostly, and the vale tavern's owner essentially gave the business to her.

jefferson did agree and encourage her to move into the apartment above the tavern, and she didn't understand why he would say that. jealousy, mostly, he was still mad about graham, and they were literally just friends like boy calm down the world doesn't revolve around you.

jefferson met (tinkers) alice. grace was 100% an accident. also important to note, cassie was massively in love with alice, and she was not happy. like she's in love w jeffy too dont get me wrong, but she was p i s s e d when he started going out w alice.

(Again, this is is all my versions of these characters, i'm not forcing anything on yall, if you like it tho, lmk)

she was way too hurt by jeffy/alice, but also knew jeffersons a littleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee reckless. so she put lavinia in charge of the tavern, stole his hat, and took over the portal jumping-- on account of all money earned going to... alice, technically. lol.

also, she was a lot worse during this time. girlie did not care at ALL. got really good at murder, actually. kinda hot, ngl

one of the hits, they had iron weapons, and conveniently (someone sent him) jefferson got there and brought her home. he knew human blood would heal her, but when he tried to feed her his blood, it didn't work. alice took over and gave her hers.

jefferson got cassie out of her deal, and she wasn't happy about it.

jefferson was running out of money quickly since he wasnt portal jumping anymore, and got the brilliant idea to go steal a magical artifact from wonderland. because knowing the land was ravaged by a murderous queen and your older brother is a great reason to go back to it.

obviously, that idiot got himself kidnapped by his brother, and locked in the 'eternal teaparty'

alice noticed he wasnt back, and had cassie watch baby grace when she went to go find him.

alice gets jefferson out-- and maddox stabs her in the abdomen for it. cassie was taking care of grace at the time (with graham, in some versions) and suddenly collapsed at the same time, her own blood spilling in the same area alice's was. Alice shoved Jefferson into the portal so he could get back to Grace.

yeah jeffersons mental state wasnt great after that. cassie was NOT letting him take care of grace for awhile. It did drive a wedge between her and graham, especially, because he was trying to help her and she was getting too bitey over it. kind of how graham ends up leaving the area altogether. thanks jefferson.

grace gets older, jefferson delves headfirst into being best dad, thank GOD, cassie keeps helping him out w funds and stuff. and grace. mostly grace.

bs w regina happens finally, jefferson gets trapped in wonderland. again.

cassie came to the cottage to find grace wasnt there, found her with the neighbors and took her. when grace told her everything, cassie was instantly suspicious.

all that time passed. the wiki claims it was two years, i tried to figure out the whole timeline of season ones antics and i did not get two years, but the wiki is more official than i am, so. idk how thats two years, but grace did not age by two years in that time i dont think abc knows how quickly kids age. anyways, however fucking long passes, and cassie only didnt go looking for him bc grace would freak out abt being left again.

cassie finally convinced grace to go stay w the neighbors again, and she'd figure it out. she wouldn't abandon her, and if she didn't come back quickly, she still would always come back.

this is like, just before regina essentially lets charming and snow win, fyi

cassie got a meeting w regina, still was sus about it all, and got the BRIGHT idea to threaten her. When she went to leave, she saw graham.

she snuck back in later after being kicked out in 'warning'. she found graham, tried to figure out wtf happened, and promised she'd get him out. he tells her about his heart, and she decides to go looking for it.

she DOES find it, again, conveniently. for a reason.

she hands it to graham, telling him they need to get out. she'd have time to find jefferson, she was running out of time to help him, and right now, he was first.

got ambushed. she did stun and/or kill most of the guards trying to stop them, mostly killed the ones trying to kill graham, to be fair.

one 'guard' did get her, in the same spot as alice. with an iron blade. yes, it was maddox. jack came in with regina, delighted at the turn of events.

jack took cassie, reminding regina of the deal they made when she did cast her curse, and took cassie with him. she was kept locked up well until the curse hit.

STORYBROOKE

yeah that entire 28 years emma wasn't there, she was in the 'lower hospital' area. maddox is regina's personal guard, and jack is.. i think councilman is the right term, idk, i'll check later. i have it in my doc for this verse lol.

jefferson, ofc, is free now. has everything but his family. he honestly didn't know where cassie was at first until he started sneaking around the town, trying to figure out if anyone else had both lives stuck in their head.

also i feel like they missed an opportunity for him to be plotting with rumple but thats not for this blog that'd be for the sideblog where jefferson actually is.

anyways, he did discover cassie was down there. he also discovered pretty quickly, upon watching all the tapes jack had made of her 'therapy sessions', that she remembered everything, too.

she didn't talk for years. She had a complete shut down while in there. Jack would see her constantly to taunt her. she just shut down.

despite everything, graham, while in his cursed head, still visited her every single week. though he believed she was his high school friend, Chelsea Contarini, who got put in the hospital after her parents died when she was 17.

when Emma made time start moving again, and actually right around the time graham almost died (bc i circumvent his death for my graham, u did enough to him abc) jefferson decided that was the BEST time to just... let cassie out.

which, ofc, didn't turn out well, and Graham had to arrest her, bc great job jefferson just let her out and tell her where to go that'll get her sO FAR.

this means graham had to convince emma to help him get cassie out of the hospital, meaning collecting all of the documents that were created for this world.

one Emma paid especial mind to was that the hospital paperwork claimed, after her parents died at 17, Jack was supposed to marry her, she tried to kill him, and they put her in there. And that she'd been in there for ten years. Jack was NOT aware that that was the age Regina had put down. But as far as Emma saw it, Graham's friend had been locked up since she was in high school, he had barely graduated a few years earlier, and evil wicked regina had an evil wicked brother who also stole the youth of another girl. cassie didn't understand jack shit of what was happening, but later on when graham explained it to her, she did decide regina also must hate jack to do that to him.

she wasn't entirely wrong tbf, regina chose violence in that instance, she knew jack would have betrayed her if given the chance, he's allergic to loyalty

also the fact cassie is a fuck lot older than that (wonderlander lol) like she didnt get the age thing at all. but she wasn't sure if she could lie since all the magic was gone in that world, and didn't want to risk it, so she just kept quiet.

also that file claimed the eye injury was a fight in high school, and her neck injury was from surgery. like jacks a piece of garbage.

graham had to go find jefferson and bring him to her in order to get her to start talking again, bc she was not talking when emma tried to talk to her, or anyone, really. she did NOT want that used against her. Jefferson had to give her pointers on how she could talk and what to say to twist the truth just enough to get out.

after the trial and everything, cassie gets out. she goes off to live with jefferson, because of course she went w the guy who did almost nothing. but she hands around graham a lot. much to jeffersons chagrin.

also she refuses to go by chelsea, but the only way she was able to go by anything else was to say "C.C.' because it technically could be her storybrooke intials, but it's also the initials of 'cheshire cat'.

[doctordonovan]

plots please

send me “plots please” … and I’ll respond with 3 interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses!

❀    ||     muse specific: maeve && regina

1. pre-evil queen era. dynamics with maeve's ouat verse where she's lost and not in control of her powers and regina's a young woman being suffocated by her mother's plans.

2. show / later era. hurt feelings and betrayal. maybe maeve disappeared when regina needed her and she didn't know if it was intentional or not. just give me old friends now in difficult waters, one of them basically a new person because life has been ROUGH.

❀    ||     verse specific: gen v

I'm still writing up her verse because I'm slow but for either of your gen v muses... maeve's adoptive mother is a vought scientist, and maeve's expected to follow in her steps. give me shy but brilliant little maeve who excels in classes but tries desperately to be invisible, youngest around, but also just... loyal and in need of friends. ( and an excellent tutor just saying. )

[silverloreley]

It does help!

I would have had to explain a few things anyway and I sure can’t expect people to watch four 3+ hours movies (although he’s only in the 3rd and 4th) just to understand the character, at worst he could pass as an OC, but I’ll put stuff in the notes, if I pick him.

Thanks for the trust, although I don’t know how deserved it may be ;P

Thanks!

eahravinqueen

@silverloreley I did hear of Elsa ms Loki as a ship and it’s a vibe too! Defo go for it if you’d like! Loki being in descendants works! Maybe antic of there being another Loki (there’s already one from Hercules the series and stuff)

@silverloreley Loki from the MCU I assume! MCU and Star Wars are basically Disney so it’s chill. Complicated still but maybe Loki in tryna use the tesseract gets to your descendants verse! Yep from a diff universe so it stops over complication of tryna add the other marvel characters. You can add that the descendants verse is hard to travel to and Loki only managed during the time they tried to bring dead villains back

Yup, that one, the ship was a huge fixation for me a few years ago, I had fics planned and made fanarts and manips, especially around the 4th season of OuaT! (I have a tag for it on my blog, if you’re interested)

I don’t consider anything after The Dark World as Loki canon (gagnarok and the stupid series are retcons and endgame was so bad I stopped watching it midway and never picked it back) so I’d start from there. I mean TDW Loki is my favourite Loki anyway, on par with preThor1!Loki.

In fact, I was thinking about using the Convergence as it’s seen in TDW as a way to have Loki end up by accident in Descendants’ world (and perhaps use a previous Convergence to explain how the different places and eras meshed?).

With Auradon’s purity culture, they’d still label him a full Villain even if he quite literally just died to protect Jane so they’d bring him back to life (or find out he survived and ship him) on the Isle and call it a day.

I thought about his escape with the Tesseract, but that would become a plot hole because a thing that powerful (it’s one of the pieces of the thing that created the universe!) surely would be able to break the Barrier even from the inside. Moreover, that would bring the Avengers and/or Thanos straight to Auradon and I don’t want to deal with that, I more or less abandoned the MCU fandom for a bunch of reasons and I don’t plan to write for it, with the sole exception of pre-retcon Loki.

Anyway, your input helped a lot, I could get the murk out my ideas by exposing them a little, now I have to decide what to do ;) I’m just indecisive so maybe I’ll give a try writing a draft for both and then pick which one feels better. Thank you both!

This is about the Elsa on the Isle fic, I was wondering if you'd like to help me out over a bit I can't decide about.

See, I'd like to add a non-Disney character in the fic to pair him up with Elsa but I don't know if I should. I mean, I know it's my fic and I can do what I want, I just don't know if he'll fit and/or if it would be too confusing for the readers (the character is from an Italian movie series that had little success outside but I love, I am writing fics for that series and pulled Elsa into it so now I'd do the reverse) as I'd have to explain his backstory and I'd hate for him to be misunderstood and disliked.

Otherwise, my other ship for Elsa has always been Loki, although pulling him on the Isle would be a tad complicated, I like the idea but I don't know if I should put it down.

Opinions?

Hi! I'll do my best!

Well, like you said, it's your fic, so you can do what you want. ;) I think it could work if you explain his backstory and everything within the narrative, and maybe something in the notes about what he's from. If it's written well enough it would work. And I have no problem believing that you'll write it well enough.

About Loki, I haven't ever watched that. All I know of him from what I've read about Norse mythology, which probably isn't the same version as this Loki.

Hope this was helpful?

[evermxre-a]

@goldhandledcane​ sent :  🎃 – a kiss in costume.

                           kiss symbols // always accepting !!!

———— a ball. one of the many extravagant ones that adam florian is INFAMOUS for throwing. this particular one though is a COSTUME ball, one that the prince had been dying to throw for ages. the young women and young men, all decked out in their finery ; makeup adorned upon the visages of every patron there, each one an attempt to out do the prince himself. it’s nothing uncommon for adam to be decked out in makeup and the wigs and everything at some balls, but this time EVERYONE is— it makes quite a challenge.               none of them grab his attention, though. there is nothing special about any of them. nothing. nothing that catches his eye throughout the evening, up until sapphire hues land upon a figure lurking in the corner. now, that... that is intriguing. the costume that the stranger wears, the way that the figure’s flesh seems to be adorned, is so DIFFERENT than anyone else here. how curious, adam thinks.                           to the other end of the ballroom he goes, head tilted to the side once he stands before the man. a smile is flashed, followed by a hand extending.  “ quite the costume you have there, ”  the prince murmurs, applying a kiss to the back of the other male’s hand— oh, how forward you always are, adam— afterwards. the skin is ROUGH, a sensation that grabs adam’s attention once more. gods, the amount of DETAIL in this makeup is astounding.   “ the detail you’ve put into it? speechless. certainly the best i’ve seen all night. ”

[wintersovereign]

verse tag drop. main verse title is not final

[arendelliansovereign]

#𝓐 » I never knew why. (Pre-Frozen Verse)

#𝓐 » The North Mountain? (Frozen Verse)

#𝓐 » I like the open gates. (Post-Frozen Verse)

#𝓐 » We do this together. (Frozen II Verse)

#𝓐 » Never be the same again. (Post Frozen II Verse)

#𝓐 »This isn’t living! (OUAT Verse)

#𝓐 » Hang in there Joan. (OUAT AU Verse)

#𝓐 » When we’re together. (Frohana)

#𝓐 » You’ll always have me. (Anna & Elsa)

#𝓐 » What do you know about love? (Kristanna)

#𝓐 » ...Sandwiches! (Hansanna)

#𝓐 » I’m holding on tight to you. (NSFW)

#𝓐 » The next right thing. (Queue)

#𝓐 » Do the magic! Do the magic! (Ask Meme)

#𝓐 » This is amazing! (Answered)

#𝓐 » I was born with It. (Musings)

#𝓐 » I’ve been up for hours. (Headcanon)

#𝓐 » It’s just me. (OOC)

#𝓐 » This is awkward. (Updates)

To find more about verses, go to the verse page! Thanks again @ofthesouthernisles for helping me with these tag names!

[hannahhook7744]

The Lost Children edits part 1:

Summary: edits for my ouat x disney descendants fanfiction crossover, 'The Lost Children' were the core four, sea three, aks, and their friends are the ouat crews' kids and have been taken to ouat Neverland. Enjoy. Also keep in mind, I make Chad the son of Prince Charming and Snow White instead of Cinderella because in my ouat x descendants universes, it doesn't make sense for him to be ouat Cinderella's son since she and her prince Charming are 19 in the ouat verse.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

In which 7 year old, Chadwick Robert Nolan/Chad Charming was taken to Neverland before Emma was born and can't believe someone so much older than him was going to be his younger sister.

How Pan's shadow came to take Chad, son of Snow White and David Nolan, away to Neverland.

Chad and Evie trying to find Captain Hook on Harriet's orders, while arguing about why they have to be the ones to do it.

Chad and Evie get caught spying by none other than Captain Hook himself. Not a great first impression of Harry's dad or them.

Captainswan get caught kissing by Hook's son, Emma's younger brother, Ben Gold (her kind of ex brother in law), and Evie Mills (her kind of aunt?).

Mal, Jay, Ben, Audrey, Evie, Carlos, Chad, Lonnie, Uma, Harry, Gil, Doug, and Jane as little kids in my story, the lost children.

Harriet, Sammy, Cj, Zevon, the Gaston Twins, and the Smee Twins.

The Hook siblings after Harry and Cj find Harriet in Neverland.

Chad and Doug easedropping on Snowing (Chad's parents) and finding out about Emma.

Pre-Emma, Charming family edit.

[upwardstrokes]

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

Ben’s feeling needy o’clock

❝She’s not HERE, don’t worry.❞ The reassurance is accompanied by a LAUGH, as she pulled him in even closer. She understood why he was nervous. After all, they WEREN’T in her room and her mother had EARNED the title of Evil Queen. But Evelyn didn’t care - all she wanted to do was have a little FUN while they had run of the castle, and the possibility of her MOTHER creeping around in a corner just to SPY on her wasn’t about to scare her away from kissing him. Besides, her dress way ALREADY half stripped from her body, it wasn’t like stopping now would do them much good anyways. ❝Don’t you DARE wuss out on me now Benjamin. Not when you’ve got me ALL to yourself here. What do I need to do to ease your mind? Beg?❞

[aparticularbandit]

i have thought of something

Considering how a lot of things have become more accepted nowadays, as they always have been, how far would toon rights have gone by now?

Also, eventually there would be a human who marries a toon, when toons have the right, how would Jessica feel about that marriage?

OKAY TOON RIGHTS ACTIVISM LET'S GO.

This is gonna get long, so I'm gonna put it under a cut.

Also heads up, because we're talking about what would have been a civil rights movement, we're going to be talking a lot about politics. So general trigger warnings for that, particularly since we're going to be dealing with, ah, voter fraud as a discussion topic.

Oh, also trigger warning for mention/discussion of suicide.

Alright, here are some links re: Toon Rights Activism and what I already had posted re: timeline canon for Jess just as refresher course (I went and checked them because I honestly didn't know what I posted and what I didn't).

Toon Rights Activists - this talks about the origins (and also mentions TWO BITS (the Toon Welfare Organization and Bureau Investigating Toon Safety)) of general Toon Rights activism as well as precursory mention of the radical split off from them. (tw: police brutality)

The Genie - this is more about the lengths the radical Toon Rights activists went in their search for said rights (and has nothing to do with the Genie from Aladdin. This is a different Genie).

Also, honestly, read the TWO BITS link posted above, too, because it gives a sort of timeline in terms of TWO BITS started in 2000, so the radical Toon Rights activists had to come after it.

Beyond that, if I remember correctly, because Jessica and Regina met in what should have been roughly 2011 (because Henry was still ten but Emma hadn't shown up yet, so it had to be pre-OUAT but not by much and OUAT s1 took place in 2011), and that was after Jessica's year of Default post-Roger's death - this means that Roger died in 2010, my verse write-up for at the seams (which was the verse where he was a rabbit and Jess was a human) states that he lived for ten years as a rabbit, which means that Jess became a human and Roger became a rabbit in 2000.

That's a bit compressed of a timeline, given that it's mentioned in The Genie above that it took many years for the radical Toon Rights activists to be able to create the Genie in the first place, which means they must have been crafting him since probably the late eighties/early nineties for him to reach completion around that same time. But given that Toon Rights activism began roughly around the end of the Vietnam War and it took almost thirty years before even TWO BITS was instituted, it would make sense for the radicals to have gotten fed up earlier. TWO BITS is great and all, but it didn't give Toons actual rights, etc.

At least Toons in America. Toons in Japan are treated differently. That's an entire other set of meta, and I'm not going there right now.

Anyway - the general idea that apparently never got posted is that eventually, due to the let's turn politicians into Toons and see how they like it aspect of the radical Toon Rights activists' plans (when, you know, turning Toons into humans didn't play out the way they wanted), that did eventually lead to Toons getting some rights. This is all stuff that would have gone on in the background of at the seams and as they fall (which was the verse post-Roger's death and post-Jess's default because I didn't have a verse for her Default year) and I think I'd planned on...roughly the rights happened during the Jess/Regina stuff? Potentially right before Jess committed suicide (not the attempt, the actual suicide).

I don't have a specific date on that.

To be honest, I don't think Jessica would have been around more than a few years at that point. The suicide attempt would likely have been within two years of meeting Regina (I hesitate on this - I feel like one year is too short but am not sure) and her actual suicide would likely have been within a year of that. So - 2013/2014, roughly, the Toons Rights activists would have succeeded in terms of Toons being recognized as a sentient species of their own with free will and deserving of bodily autonomy.

Ish.

There would have been caveats, of course. You couldn't just make a Toon and suddenly they get all the rights to all the things, just like a newborn baby doesn't get all the rights to all the things automatically (voting, drinking, driving, etc.), and you run into the complications of who is allowed to make Toons and so on and so forth. Even with licenses to make Toons being even more constricted by the legal stuff in 2000 surrounding the establishment of TWO BITS, a licensed artist would basically be creating a new being. Laws around that would probably get even stricter - and ownership would become even more complicated because of course a newly created Toon would need someone to teach them how to act and etc. in the world, make sure they wake up from their Default (because Toons in Default have no rights - they're acting on their Default, they aren't exercising free will, they technically under Default do not have free will or sentience - and if they shove themselves back into Default, they're choosing to give all of that up, which is why Defaulting is an equivalent to Toon suicide).

...we don't need to talk about the last administration to understand why future rights might have stalled.

However.

We run into the peculiar issue of if Toons are sentient beings and are acknowledged as such, then they should be allowed to vote.

Except.

Toons aren't humans.

I mean, duh, obviously.

But Toons can be created by anyone with enough money to get an artist with a license to create a Toon for them with a specific Purpose - and they can make that Purpose whatever they want: good, bad, nefarious, insidious, so on and so forth. And because Toons are being created by imperfect people--

Say someone wanted to run for Senator and knew they wouldn't get enough human votes. Say someone had enough money and enough networking to have hosts of Toons created just to vote for them. Immediately. Then you would have hosts of Toons and hosts of Toon voters who exist only to pad the vote for one politician or another and said host of Toons and Toon voters would overwhelm and overrun actual human voters--

It would be a mess. It would be a huge mess.

So, of course, despite the fact that Toons technically now have rights (and did vote for the mayor of ToonTown, where the movie is concerned, but even then, Judge Doom won because he paid off the voters (pretty sure this is actual movie canon that they discuss - and my concern is whether or not the Toons themselves voted for Doom or if there were humans making decisions for the Toons, but regardless it's still a human as mayor of ToonTown, which makes me wonder if a Toon could even run for mayor in the first place - and that would be another legal issue with Toon rights because a Toon's Purpose is to entertain humans and if they were running for political etc. and won, even outside of Default--))--

So there are still laws in place in terms of what Toons can and can't do, even if they have more rights than they did in the first place.

And it's possible that, at least initially, there was talk about how to address the Toon voting problem so that Toons could vote. Tighter rules on licensing, more than there already are. Maybe a set period on how long Toons have been around before they can vote (like how people don't get to vote in the US until they're 18).

...and now we really do need to bring up the previous administration and all of the discussions of voting fraud and you'll understand exactly why all of those in-roads and thought processes got extremely stalled.

So things are better for Toons, roughly. But not as good as they could be. It's...it's so complicated the idea of Toon rights. They're people and should be treated like people. But they're also not.

Which brings us to the discussion of Toon/human marriage.

This is different from other analogies we could draw with interracial or queer marriage because Toons are drawn, not born. A human - with enough money or connections, again - could have a Toon tailor-made to be their spouse. Or...think they would be tailor-made and then find in the process that they really aren't and something went wrong, and then that's a whole living Toon who was made to be in love with them that now gets to Fade away because no one knows who they are and the one person they're supposed to be with for the rest of their life...doesn't...love them.

And the argument - politically would be that if humans could just make a Toon to be whatever they wanted, then that would interfere with human/human relationships. Humans would just end up choosing Toons over each other, and then we'd have even fewer babies (-coughcough-), and that's not even getting into the issues of Toon/human children (it's possible, Nonnie Montgomery proves that it's possible) and what their rights are - would they be counted as Toons under the law? Would they be counted as humans?

So I'm not sure that Toons would get that right.

Even with the very long legal battle that would probably eventually get brought up before the Supreme Court because the Constitution doesn't cover Toons - it's all men are created equal and Toons aren't human beings - and I don't think they would succeed at that point.

But if they did while Jess was still around, to address the rest of that question--

It really depends on--

Well, this is timeline canon we're talking about, right?

Or, at least, a version of it where Jess doesn't commit suicide, anyway.

Because here's the thing - if Roger was dead and Jess survived that last suicide attempt and Regina offered, if Jess was better and thought that her being there wasn't making Henry hallucinate, if she allowed herself to move on, yeah, if asked, she would have married her. (That one's half up to @notoriousjae, though, because idk if it ever would have gotten to that point. Just, from Jess's standpoint, she would have, if she got to a mentally stable enough point where she would have. If that makes sense.)

Like - Jess, even now in human form, has now fallen in love with two humans (at least), and that's not a result of her suddenly being a human instead of a Toon, if she'd been a Toon in the same circumstances, she would have fallen in love with both of them, and being in a position where she knows 1) that neither of them created her and 2) she fell in love with them quite independent of her Purpose, she would want....

No, that's not how I want to say that.

Jess knows what it is to be a Toon - even wrapped in a human body - and be in love with a human...and to have that human love her back.

She would be grateful that the courts would allow for people - and Toons - to marry the people that they love, regardless of etc.

I just don't think the courts would allow it.

Not without some of the very strict legal etc. to keep people from tailor-making Toons for their own purposes, among other things.

[gray-autumn-sky]

Meant to be Yours, Chapter 28

Henry struggles to process some of the darker parts of Regina’s past and Robin and Regina learn more about Henry’s former foster parents and their connection to the fairy tale world.

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

It had taken more than an hour of laying in the darkness for Regina to fall asleep, but finally, she had. Robin stayed up a little longer than that, staring up at the ceiling, almost as though waiting for her to wake up.

This is how he’d spent the last several nights, and it was becoming something of regular routine for them--and though he wasn’t going to complain about falling asleep night after night with Regina at his side, his stomach was constantly in knots and he was exhausted. He realized, though, that this was how she lived. She lived with a constant gnawing at her core, just waiting for her secrets to be revealed, just waiting to be discovered, just waiting for the karma to kick in. She lived in fear of losing the life she’d built for herself--of losing her second chance, of losing her son--and there wasn’t anything that he could say or do to quell that feeling. So, instead, he’d lay beside her, reminding her of the good things she had in her life--the good she’d done, the people who loved her unconditionally. Sometimes, it seemed like it worked and other times, it seemed like she’d simply got too tired to argue--but regardless of which it was, each night, he’d lay with her, coaxing her to sleep with the same reassurances that he could hope weren’t empty.

He knew that she’d hurt people. He knew that people were going to be angry, that they’d want their revenge on the queen that had cursed them. But he also hoped that when they were able to take a step back, they’d also see the good she’d done for them. Of course, she’d done it all for the wrong reasons--she’d wanted to hurt them, she wanted them to be as miserable as she was--but the curse hadn’t panned out the way they’d once feared that it would. The people who’d been punished most by the curse were the people who’d hurt her--and even then, their lives were far less terrible than they’d anticipated as threat of the Dark Curse was wielded. Snow and Charming had lost one another, the Mad Hatter lost his daughter--but, the vast majority of families stayed together. Granny Lucas and Ruby didn’t have a life much different than the one they’d left behind, and those who’d never crossed paths with the queen found themselves doing the same things they’d done in the Enchanted Forest, just modern versions of them. Most weren’t given painful backstories or difficult memories to live with; and while, losing their memories--which could easily be argued meant they’d lost their sense of self--they were happy in the lives the curse had given them. They had good jobs and a roof over their heads, they had friends and family, and day-to-day, they didn’t face anything challenges outside the usual ones. Life in Storybrooke could be dull--and he supposed that could be true for most small towns--but, they were safe in Storybrooke. There was a sense of community that hadn’t been present in the Enchanted Forest, and modern amenities had vastly improved life--and all of those things existed in their world because of Regina.

She wasn’t as vindictive as they’d all assumed. He could easily remember the constant fear--and looking back, that’d been the worst of it. Every prediction they made was filled with fire and brimstone, pain and agony--they’d all assumed she’d curse them to a literal hell, where they’d spent an eternity paying for what a mad woman perceived to be the sins committed against her.

And he hoped they’d remember that when the curse broke, that they’d be able to take a step back and realize how much worse it could have been--and though, he didn’t like to think of it, he hoped that whatever punishment they decided was necessary--if one had to be necessary at all--they were lenient. They’d never know what was in her heart--they’d never know about the tortured sleepless nights or the guilt that ate away at her, and they’d never know the regret she felt. But he hoped they’d empathize, that they’d see her as a flawed person who made mistakes--but a person, nonetheless.

That evening, she’d been walking on eggshells, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Henry had taken so much in stride, and she was convinced that he hadn’t completely processed, that there was some disconnect between the woman he knew as his mother--the woman who’d saved him when she adopted him and the Evil Queen who’d hurt so many innocent people. Robin, of course, told her it wouldn’t happen, that she was worrying unnecessarily--but that was what he had to say and it was what she needed to hear. Though he doubted Henry’s reaction would be far less severe than she anticipated it’d be, he knew there would be a reaction--even if it were a delayed one.

Understandably, it was a lot of an eight-year old to take in--his mother was a fairytale villain who’d cursed thousands of people and murdered thousands more in a quest for revenge--and, he likely wasn’t sure what to do with that information. It seemed too far-fetched to be true--and the only thing that linked her past and her present--in his eyes--was a magical storybook. Then, of course, there were the other things he was dealing with simultaneously--things that were more urgent feeling than his mother’s unsavory past. His foster parents being in Storybrooke had quite obviously been a jarring realization, and the fear that resonated in his eyes was heartbreaking. He was terrified of them and finding them in the storybook hadn’t helped--and, it was understandable that he looked to the Evil Queen--to his mother--and saw a protector. She had magical powers and would stop at nothing; she was someone to be feared, someone who broke the rules and didn’t care who got caught in the crossfire. The Evil Queen could keep him safe, and that’s what he seemed to be focusing on--and though Regina was skeptical about Henry’s seemingly selective understanding of who she was and what she’d done, he couldn’t see it as a bad thing.

And he supposed, only time would tell how Henry would feel.

“Robin… Robin, are you awake?”  He groans a little as he felt little fingers poking at his arm. “Robin?”

“Henry?” He asks as his heavy eyes flutter opened. “What’s the matter?”

“I… I need to talk to you.”

Lifting his head from the pillow, he tries to focus. “Henry, it’s…” He sighs and doesn’t even bother to look at the alarm clock at his side. “Okay,” he breathes out as he peels back the comforter. “You want to climb in?”

“No,” Henry says quickly, shifting on his feet. “Not in here. I, um… I don’t want to…”

“Oh,” Robin murmurs as he looks to Regina at his side. “Alright, let’s just…”

“Downstairs,” Henry cuts in, taking him by the hand as he gets out of bed, feeling a little unsettled and a little wobbly as he lets Henry lead him out of Regina’s bedroom and to the stairs--and he sighs a little when he sees that the kitchen light is already on. “I was thinking we could have some milk, and… talk.”

Robin nods and lets him lead him down the stairs. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“I couldn’t sleep… I just kept thinking about stuff.”

“Stuff… as in… stuff about your mom?”

“Kinda…”

“Ahh, I see,” Robin murmurs back, feeling a knot tightening, still not quite sure where his boundaries are with Henry. “What were you thinking about?” Henry doesn’t respond. Instead, he lets go of his hand as he step into the kitchen. Robin leans against the counter, watching as Henry moves the refrigerator and pulls out a quart of milk, then, drags a stool up to the stove as he reaches for the honey from the cabinet above--and he feels a smile draw onto his lips as he thinks of Regina and her nervous cooking habit. “Do you need help with that?”

“No, I got it.”

“You sure?”

Henry nods. “Uh-huh, I watch my mom do this all the time.”

“Okay,” Robin says, sighing a little as he keeps a watchful eye on the saucepan and the flame beneath it as Henry pours in the milk. “So, um… what did you want to talk about?”

Henry’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a breath. “The book.”

“Ah…” Robin murmurs as he feels his stomach drop. “Anything specific in it?”

“All of it,” Henry says quietly as he spoons in the honey and starts to stir. “My mom said that you, um… that you knew about it… about the curse and who she really is and… um, all the other stuff.”

Robin holds his breath. “You mean, the things she’s done.”

“Yeah…” Henry replies, his voice barely audible as he focuses down on the milk. “It’s just… you love her so much and you… you know.”

Robin’s eyes slowly close as he takes a breath, suddenly understanding. “Henry,” he breathes out, as he pushes himself away from the counter. “You know your mother loves you, right?” Henry easily nods as he leans up into the tips of his toes and reaches for two mugs. “And you love her…”

“Of course, I do. I just…” His voice trails off and he sighs, his head falling forward as he focuses down into the saucepan. “It’s just…”

“Hard,” Robin murmurs as he comes up behind him, reaching out and stroking his hand over Henry’s hair. “She’s a… complicated person.”

“She’s very complicated.”

“But you know what?” Robin asks, taking a breath as he leans against the small counter next to the stove, watching as Henry ladles the milk into the mugs. “Loving her is so worth it.” Henry looks up and his hazel eyes are teary, his bottom lip trembling--and Robin feels his breath catch his chest, aching as he looks down at Henry, watching as he struggles.

“What if… I… what if I can’t…” Henry sucks in a breath as he looks away. “What if she doesn’t love me anymore?”

“Alright,” he murmurs, reaching around him to turn off the stove. “Come here.” His hands slide up underneath Henry’s arm and he lifts him off of the stool, setting him down on the island countertop at the center of the kitchen. “What’s going on, Henry?”

He watches as Henry’s jaw trembles and the ache in chest begins to throb. “I… I lied to her,” Henry says, sucking in a breath as he pushes out his voice. “I lied to my mom.”

“You did? About what?”

“About… about my nightmare and… and…” He stops, unable to find his words as tears spill down his cheeks.

“Oh, Henry,” Robin breathes out, dipping his head forward and pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead. “So, you think your mom is going to be mad at you--mad enough not to love you--because you told her a lie?” Again, Henry sucks in a sharp breath and Robin feels him nod. “Henry,” he begins, taking a half step back and bending so that they’re eye-to-eye. “You could purposely light this house on fire, and your mother would still adore you. She’s not going to stop loving you because you didn’t tell her the truth.”

“But… but… what if…”

“Are you afraid of her?” Robin asks abruptly, holding his breath as he stares into Henry’s eyes. “Because…”

“No,” Henry cuts in. “I’m not afraid of her.” Robin lets out a breath of relief as Henry’s eyes press closed. “I just… I don’t want to give her a reason to… to…” His face scrunches, forcing tears from the corners of his eyes. “To give me back.”

“Oh, Henry, that’s never going to happen.”

“But… before… when I was a baby…”

“No,” Robin cuts in, stepping back in and folding his arms around him. “Your mother’s made a lot of mistakes--a lot of terrible mistakes--but giving you up is one that she’ll never make again. I can guarantee that.” Pressing a kiss to Henry’s hair, his arms tighten around him. “Giving you up is the thing she regrets the most and…”

“Really?” Robin pulls back, his head tipping to the side as Henry’s eyes widen. “Of all her mistakes?”

“Yeah,” he says easily. “She loves you that much.” Taking a breath, Robin forces a smile onto his lips, ignoring the aching in his chest. “Come on,” he murmurs, reaching out and wiping away Henry’s tear tracks with his thumbs. “I’ll make a fire in the living room and we’ll cuddle up with a blanket and drink our milk and talk this out, okay?”

“I’ll grab the milks,” Henry says, taking a breath as he slides down from the counter. “And… thanks.”

Tousling his hair, Robin watches as Henry reaches for the mugs of milk, and then together, they go into the living room. Henry sets the mugs down as Robin starts the fire, and from the corner of his eye, he watches as Henry pulls a knit blanket down from the back of the couch, draping it over his lap as he settles back against the cushions--and he can help but grin as Henry’s feet dangle over the edge.

He grabs both mugs as he sits down beside him, stretching out his feet and resting them easily on the coffee table as he looks down at Henry. “So, let’s start with this,” he says, handing him one of the mugs. “What exactly did you lie to her about?”

Henry takes the mug and looks up at him. “The other day, when I had a nightmare and I wanted to see Archie…”

“Ah…” Robin murmurs, remembering Regina’s suspicions. “That.”

“I didn’t completely lie,” he’s quick to say. “I did have a dream that my old foster parents came and took me away and…” He lets out a breath as his eyes focus on the mug. “But then I tried to go back to sleep and… and I… I did, and then...” Robin watches as Henry presses his eyes closed. “She killed them.”

“Your mom?”

“The Evil Queen.”

“You… do know your mom is the Evil Queen, right?”

Henry nods. “Yeah, I just… that’s so weird to me.” He takes a sip of the milk. “They’re so different.”

“Are they?”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t know,” Robin murmurs. “I think the Regina you know is just… a tamer version of the one in those stories.” He grins a little as Henry’s eyes turn up to look at him. “In a lot of ways, I think the curse tamed her.”

“What do you mean?”

Robin takes a sip of the milk, considering. “Well, before the curse she was just… so full of anger.”

“She had a lot of reasons to be angry.”

“She did,” Robin agrees. “Life was… very unfair to her.”

“But… she also… made a lot other people angry.”

Robin nods. “That, she did.”

“She... killed people and… I just… I don’t understand how she…I mean, her own dad...”

“Yeah,” Robin breathes out as he thinks of the image in the storybook of Regina’s hand plunging into her father’s chest, the look of shock registering in eyes and the complete horror in hers. In that image, her pain had been so visceral and even in the still-framed moment, he could feel her heart racing, her tears threatening to spill over her eyes and the immediate guilt that settled at her core a she whispered that she was sorry, knowing that her words would never be heard. “That’s hard to swallow, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Henry says meekly. “I just can’t… I can’t picture my mom doing… any of those things.”

“It’s hard,” Robin agrees. “It’s hard to just… accept that.”

“But you do,” Henry says, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You accept it.”

“Well…”

“And you’re Robin Hood. You’re a hero and… you… you can… accept that.”

“I can,” he sighs. “It’s not easy and it’s not something that just happens, but I decided that I love her more than I hate the things she’s done.” He takes a sip of the milk, taking a moment to collect this thoughts--remembering how it’d been a snap decision, how he’d been faced with the choice of walking away or staying and he’d chosen to stay--but just because he’d stayed, didn’t mean he condoned the things she done. “You know, you don’t have to sort it out, now,” he says. “Your mom would understand that.”

“I… don’t want her to think I don’t love her.”

“She wouldn’t think that.”

“But…”

“Henry, she knows how hard this is to process. She knows she’s done terrible things… things that some would consider unforgivable.” A grin pulls onto his lips. “And her past isn’t all bad…”

Henry nods. “I know.”

“She’s a fighter. She’s a survivor, and she loves so, so deeply.” He laughs a little as he nudges Henry’s arm. “We’re lucky, you know that?” He smiles as Henry looks up at him. “It’s worth it to take the time to figure her out, to be patient with her and honest with her, and… to love her anyway.”

“You sound like Archie,” Henry says, as a smile tugs up at the corner of his mouth. “He’s always saying stuff like that.”

“About your mom?”

“Just in general,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.

Robin nods, bending his head to press a kiss to Henry’s hair. “Listen, I know this is a lot on you and I realize that you’re worried about disappointing your mom, but you need to know that you could never disappoint her, Henry.” He sighs as he slides his arm around him. “And, it’s okay if you just want to focus on the good things about her past for awhile. That doesn’t mean you’re ignoring the bad things, you’re just… choosing to see the good in her.”

“Choosing to see the good in her,” Henry repeats with an almost contented sigh. “I like that.”

“You can… deal the rest of it later, just know that she loves you and she’d never hurt you and… no matter what anyone says, she’s a good person.” Henry’s head falls to his chest and he smiles as he pulls away his mug. “And she’s more than paid for her…” His voice trails off as he realize that Henry’s fallen asleep against him, and a soft smile stretches onto his lips as he he glances toward the stairs, wishing more than anything he could this easier on both of them.

_____

Rolling onto her side, she lets out a little sigh and she reaches for him--and when her hand falls into her emptiness, her eyes snap open. She sits up in the bed and looks around, her eyes falling to the alarm clock that hasn’t yet gone off--and she realizes that Robin either turned it off or reset it for a later time. A smile edges onto her lips as she turns to see Robin’s pants slung over the back of the chaise lounge by the window--and she does her best to keep herself in the little bubble they’d created together for themselves and the boys, to keep out thoughts of the curse and Henry’s foster parents and how it would all play out, and just focus on them, for at least the morning.

And then, she’d ease herself into the rest of it.

When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she takes the first step toward the kitchen, her thoughts filled with making coffee and preparing a breakfast for the boys before school--and then, she smelled the fire.

Turning her head in the direction of the living room, her eyes fell immediately to Henry and Robin, cuddled up together underneath a thick blanket as a fire dwindled at the hearth. Her breath catches in her chest as she stares at them and a warm smile draws onto her lips. As she nears them, she can see Robin’s arm folded around Henry and Henry’s cheek is smushed up against Robin’s t-shirt and his arm stretched over Robin’s stomach--and she grins at two sets of socked feet poking from underneath the blanket.

“Henry,” she whispers softly as she sits down on the edge of the couch, rubbing her hand over his leg. “Sweetheart…” Henry begins to stir and she grins as he cuddles closer to Robin. “Henry,” she says again, just a little louder than before as fingers move to his cheek and then push into his hair. “Hey, you…” She murmurs as his eyes flutter open. “What are you two doing down here?”

“Hm? What time is it?” He asks, lifting his head from Robin’s chest as he blinks at her. “Is it time to get up?”

“It’s about ten to six,” she says in a loud whisper. “So, you’ve still got a little time to sleep before you need to be up for school.”

“Oh…” He breathes out, as his eyes flutter. “That’s… more than two hours.”

“Look who’s doing math,” she says as a soft chuckle rises into her voice as she continues to stroke her fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you go upstairs and sleep for a bit.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with a nod, making no effort to move.

“Do you want me to help you go up? Tuck you in?” Again, Henry nods and she takes his hand, gently pulling him up and she smiles as he cuddles into her side as they slowly make their way to the stairs. She helps him into bed and he’s out as soon as his head hits the pillow. She tucks the blanket up around his shoulder and reaches over to turn off the nightlight on his bedside table, and then, she lingers for a few minutes, just watching him sleep--and as it frequently happens, she finds herself completely taken aback by how much she loves him.

Leaning in, she presses a kiss to his cheek, then pulls away, closing the door on her way out. She stops briefly at Roland’s, poking in her head and smiling as her eyes fall to him, sprawled on the bed with his arms and legs stretched out, completely and innocently unaware of the pending chaos that surrounded his life.

Heading back down stairs, she finds Robin where she left him--and momentarily, it occurs to her to just let him sleep, to go on into the kitchen and make herself some coffee and figure to what she’s supposed to with her day. But she can’t yet face it and she doesn’t want to do it alone, so she pads into the living room and sits down on the edge of the couch, pushing herself back as she lifts his arm around her and cuddles close. Her eyes close and she takes in a breath and she finds herself thinking that she can’t imagine going through any of this without him at her side--how much easier it’s been to have someone to talk to, to reassure her, to calm her, and she finds herself wondering what her life would have been like had she had that all along...

Her heavy eyes flutter open and she finds the room much brighter than it was when she sat down. Robin’s arm tightens around her and he presses a kiss to the top of her head and she feels a slight smile tug onto her lips. “Good morning,” he murmurs as she turns her head up to look at him. “You know, I seem to remember falling asleep with another Mills…”

“Henry’s upstairs,” she replies softly as her eyes fall to the coffee table and to the mugs of half drank mugs of now-cold milk. “Did he… have a nightmare?”

“No…”

“Then…”

“He wanted to have a little chat, man to man.”

“Oh,” she murmurs, feeling a flicker of something at her core. “What about?” She sighs as Robin hesitates, and she has her answer. “Me…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “We talked a bit about you.” She tenses and her stomach drops, and once more he presses a kiss to her hair. “He loves you, Regina. He loves you so much, he’s just…”

“Struggling.”

“It’s a lot,” Robin tells her. “He’s only eight and…”

“And he has to come to terms with the woman who adopted him--”

“His mother,” Robin cuts in.

“Well, then he has to come to terms with his mother being a tyrannical murderer.”

Robin sighs. “I’m not sure that’s how he sees it… not completely.”

Turning her head up to look at him, she takes a breath and then pulls out of his embrace, taking him by the hand and tugging him up. “I… think I need coffee for this conversation.” A soft chuckle escapes Robin as he follows behind her, loosely holding onto her hand. “So, what happened, exactly?”

“With Henry?” He asks as they enter the kitchen. “Oh, he just… he had a lot on his mind and couldn’t sleep, so he was… trying to figure things out.”

“About my past,” she replies as she releases his hand and moves to the cabinet and reaches for the coffee. “So, he did react to it,” she adds, looking back at Robin from over her shoulder, watching as he leans against the counter. “He just… didn’t want to do it in front of me.”

“Maybe,” Robin murmurs. “I think… he just…wanted another opinion.”

Regina blinks. “Another opinion.”

“He was afraid that if he… questioned you…”

“Oh,” she breathes out, turning sharply toward him. “Is he afraid that I’d….”

“No, no, no,” he cuts in. “He knows you wouldn’t hurt him. In fact, I think he was more concerned about hurting you.” He grins a little, and she’s sure it’s only to calm her. “He’s struggling to process some of the darker parts of your past, things like…”

“Killing my own father…”

“Yeah,” he murmurs in reply. “That… came up.”

Taking a breath, she flicks on the coffee pot. “What did he say?”

“Just that… he doesn’t quite understand it, that he was struggling understand how you could…” Her eyes sink closed. “Regina, I think the big take away here is that he loves you and he wants to understand. He’s eight, though, and I’m not sure that he can understand just yet.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “That’s probably true.”

“Once the curse breaks, maybe…”

“What happens once the curse breaks?” Henry’s voice cuts in, and both she and Robin turn to face him. “Or, actually, wh-what happens if it doesn’t?”

Her chest tightens as she takes a few steps toward him, glancing momentarily at Robin and attempting to draw strength from his encouraging grin. “Well, if it doesn’t then… everyone’s memories sort reset.”

“Like… they’ll forget.”

“Yeah,” she nods. “Everything just sort of fades away.”

“Even Robin’s?”

Swallowing hard, she nods. “Even Robin’s.”

“So, he’d… forget me?” Henry asks, his eyes widening as he looks to Robin. “He’d forget you?” Regina nods as her jaw tightens, her stomach churning as she watches Henry try to process what that would mean for him. “Would I forget?” He asks, his eyes shifting back to Regina. “Would you?”

“No,” she’s quick to say. “You and I wouldn’t.”

“Oh…”

“But the thing is,” Robin says, “The curse will break and I will remember.” She watches as the corner of Henry’s mouth pulls up and she sighs, feeling her stomach drop again as Robin lifts Henry onto the counter. “But it’s a little too early to think about that,” he tells him. “Especially when we could be thinking about your mom’s French toast.”

Henry’s eyes widen a little. “The kind with the cinnamon?”

“Is there any other?

“I should go wake up Roland,” Henry says as he looks between them. “He loves mom’s French toast.”

Regina smiles and her stomach flutters again as Henry hops off the counter and runs up the stairs, seemingly unbothered by the heavy conversation they’d been having only a moment before.

“I… hope you don’t mind,” Robin says as he turns to her.

“About the French toast?” She asks, shaking her head. “No, that’s easy enough, but…” She sighs. “We don’t know that the curse will break.”

“I have faith that it will,” he says, not missing a beat.

“You forget that I have no idea how to do that. My first idea failed--Snow kissed her comatose Prince Charming and…nothing happened.”

“That’s not completely true. He woke up. That's something,” Robin says easily. “You’ll figure it out and… people are remembering, albeit slowly, and…”

“Too slowly to really matter,” she sighs. “It’s already May, Robin. And in August… everything just… goes back.” Her breath hitches in her throat. “And did you see the way he looked when I told him you’d forget. It was…”

“Regina,” he murmurs, cutting in as he reaches for her hand and tugs her to him. “You and I are going to figure this out.”

“You and I…”

“You’re not in this alone, Regina, and besides, even if we don’t figure this out, I won’t forget you or Henry.”

“Robin, you can’t…”

“I fully expect you to slip me some of that remembering potion or whatever it was you fed to me to give me back my memories because I will not forget you.” Taking her by the arms, he draws her in and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now, we should get started on that French toast, otherwise, we’re going to have two very hungry little boys down here, scowling at us while they eat Cheerios.”

Regina nods and her hand catches his as he attempts to step around her. “I love you,” she breathes out. “You know that right?”

“I do,” he nods, offering her a quick wink as he squeezes her hand. “And I hope it goes without saying that I love you, too.” She nods and releases him, watching as he reaches for a loaf of bread and she desperately tries hold onto their happy little bubble and ignore the rest of the world for just a tiny bit longer.

_____

Robin’s fingers curl down around Regina’s as the school bell rings, indicating the start of the day. It occurs to her that she should turn left toward City Hall and, at the very least, check in to assess the damage done by an impromptu week away--but it’s no more than a thought as Robin tugs her the opposite way toward Main Street.

“You know,” he murmurs soft as they walk slowly toward Granny’s. “I caught a glimpse of that super secret story Henry had to write as part of his homework…”

“Oh?” She murmurs,remembering how he’d disappeared upstairs for more than an hour before dinner, closing his door and not even letting Roland in. “And?”

“Well, I couldn’t read it, but there was definitely an illustration of the Evil Queen--dressed as she’s dressed in Snow White--flying with her cape flapping in the win and…” She sighs a little as s chuckle rises into her voice. “She looked like she was off to save the day.”

“Or ruin it.”

“Not in Henry’s version of the story.”

A grin tugs onto her lips and she looks over to him. “As sweet as it is that he wants to see her--”

“You,” Robin corrects.

“Fine,” she says, bristling a little. “As sweet as it is that he wants to see me as some sort of superhero…”

“Regina,” he cuts in. “Henry’s eight. He’s obsessed with all things superheros and magic, and he’s just found out the mother he adores is an incredibly powerful sorceress who… tosses fireballs and makes potions and can apparate to wherever she wants.” He gives her hand a squeeze as they continue on down Main Street. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing that he’s found something relatable or redeemable in the Evil Queen, and…”

His voice trails off and she chuckles softly. “Henry would be proud of your Harry Potter reference.”

A little grin edges onto his lips. “Don’t tell Roland, but I read ahead.” Her eyes widen a little and she laughs out as they near the patio in front of Granny’s. “What? He falls asleep after, like, a page. Am I just supposed to stop? At this rate, he’ll be forty by the time we finish.”

“Well, ten points to Gryffindor for your determination to get through,” she laughs, remembering the day they’d all sorted themselves, remembering how excited the boys had been. “So… quick breakfast and then…”

“And then we get lost on our way to the bathroom,” he murmurs as he tugs the door open. “Ready?”

“I am,” she breathes out, her voice more confident than she’d expected. “I’m ready to… figure this out and get them the hell out of Storybrooke.”

Robin only nods as Granny ushers them into what’s become ‘their’ booth by the window. Her brow arches when Regina orders toast and coffee and she scoffs at Robin’s oatmeal order, and with a shake of her head, she sighs and disappears toward the kitchen. Only a few minutes later, she brings the order,

“I think she… knows.”

“She can’t,” Robin scoffs as his eyes shift from Regina to Granny. “Well, not exactly.”

“She knows we’re up to something.”

“Maybe, but…” He chuckles softly as he dips his spoon into the oatmeal. “Something tells me if she did know, she’d be on our side.”

“Your side…”

“My side is your side,” he sighs. “Besides, if anything, she thinks the world of Henry. Everyone in this town does, and I think if faced with the choice between the Evil Queen and the foster parents who treated him so terribly, they’d side with the Queen, hands down.”

Her eyes roll, but a smile tugs onto her lips as she bites into her toast--and she can’t help but wonder if that would still ring true if Granny--and anyone else in Storybrooke--knew who she really was and remembered the terrible things she’d done. Her thoughts shift to Mary Margaret, and her little confession about envying the life she and Robin were building together--and once again, she found herself wondering. It wasn’t often that she let herself think beyond the curse--about the fallout and how people would feel, how their opinions would change--and she surprised to find herself caring more than she ever anticipated she would.

But before she can get too lost in her thoughts, Robin’s foot nudges her beneath the table, and a moment later, he slides from the booth and down the long hallway that leads to the bathrooms and the adjoining inn. She waits a few minutes, keeping a watchful eye on Granny and Ruby as she nibbles on the crust of her toast--and then, she tosses down money to cover the cost of their breakfast and meets Robin in the back.

“I feel like she was watching,” she murmurs in a low whisper, as Robin works on the lock.

“She didn’t follow us…”

“She probably thinks we’re having a quickie in the bathroom or…”

A grin tugs onto Robin’s lips as he looks back at her from over his shoulder. “Maybe another time we’ll have to prove her right?” Regina’s eyes roll, but before she can reply, the door opens and Robin tugs her in. “Alright, we’re in...”

“And… what are we… looking for, exactly?”

“Anything useful,” he murmurs, already opening a dresser drawer. “You’ll know when you find something.”

“Will I?”

“Relics from another realm, things with magical properties… this is definitely your thing.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, taking a breath as she moves to the closet, her eyes falling to an old leather suitcase. “Here goes…”

Robin grins over at her as he opens another drawer. “Make sure to check the linings of that thing.”

She nods, slowly sifting through the suitcase, finding nothing more than men’s clothing and a pair of shoes--then, taking a breath, she runs her hand along the tight fabric that lines the edge, her eyes widening when she feels a hard lump beneath the surface. She looks up to Robin and takes a breath, running her finger along the seam and then a little gasp escapes her when her finger touches to a small tear just behind the seam of the zipper.

“Having fun over there?”

“I… think I found something,” she tells him in a hushed voice as her finger dips between the layers of fabric. “I just can’t quite…” Then, her finger touches to the small, circular object. She smiles victoriously up at Robin as she drag us up and he smiles back. “It's… a… bean,” she murmurs as she drops it into her hand. “It’s…” Her voice stops. “This could open up a portal.”

“I thought the last of them had been been used.”

She nods. “They just became incredibly rare. People hoarded them--fairies and time travelers, mostly--and I remember Rumpelstiltskin was forever trying to get his hands on one to…” Her breath catches in her lungs and her stomach drops. “Why would Henry’s foster parents want to… oh, god.”

“Regina, you don’t know that…”

“Why the hell else would they have something to open up a portal?” She snaps, watching as his eyes soften. “I’m sor--”

“Don’t apologize. You’re right. There is only one reason someone would have that.” He sighs as he plucks a paper bag from one of the drawers and empties it into his hand. “And… I think I know where they want to go.” Regina blinks as the knot in her stomach tightens and Robin pulls a gold compass up from his palm. “This is what they bought at Gold’s shop,” he murmurs. “And, if I’m not mistaken,” he murmurs as he flips it around, “This is a map of Neverland.”

“Neverland…”

He nods and holds it out to her. “The only question is… what’s in Neverland?”

It takes only a few minutes for them to put the room back in order. Robin slips the bean and the compass into his pocket and together, they slip out of the room, walking quickly back to the diner. Regina can feel Granny’s eyes on them as they hurry though the diner, and in different circumstances, she’d be amused by it.

Robin heads toward the library and she heads toward her vault, both in search of learning as much about Neverland as an afternoon will allow.

Her mind reels as she tries to connect it all, meeting dead end after dead end as she tries to figure out how Rumplestiltskin and the Termaines are connected to Neverland, and to each other--and for the life of her, she can’t figure out how Henry would factor in to any of it.

It didn’t surprise her thought that there was some connection. Ever since Emma Swan visited Storybrooke, Rumplestiltskin had been strange toward Henry and it was obvious that her arrival--and perhaps quick departure--had jarred something in him. There was that throw away comment about how charming Henry was and a little laugh had risen up behind the moniker used for Henry’s biological family; and every now and then, she couldn’t help but notice his gaze, the way he focused his attention on Henry whenever they passed by his pawn shop on the way to Robin’s store or the way he’d linger as they passed each other on the way into the diner. But though she noticed it, for the life of her, she didn’t understand it.

With a frustrated sigh, she lets an old dusty book about magical properties across the realms fall into her lap and her eyes close. There’s an aching in her chest and a gnawing at her core that she can’t quite ignore and with each moment that passes, she feels her heartbeat quickening as she thinks of Henry and how terrified he is of his former guardians--the look that resonated in his eyes when he saw them walk by when they’d all been eating ice cream, the way his breath caught in his throat when he noticed the in the book, and the way the light seemed to fade from him when he woke up from the nightmare he’d had about them the other night--and she thinks of how desperately she wants to make it all better for him, to them go away.

Her eyes fly open and her shoulders tense as she hears movement above her, followed by the sound of the passage way opening--and for a brief moment, she forgets that she gave Robin instruction for how to open the vault, should he need to find to find her.

“You really need a better lock,” he says, coming into view from the narrow staircase. “That was unbelievably easy. You made it sound like I’d be challenged--”

“Did you find anything?” She asks, cutting in as her brow arches. “At the library.”

“Perhaps,” he murmurs. “It might be nothing.”

“It’s more than I’ve figured--” She stops, tipping her head to look around him. “Is that… a crossbow strapped to your back?”

“It is.”

“Why?”

He blinks as if her question is an odd one. “Well, the excuse I gave is that I wanted to go turkey hunting, but…” He sighs. “I thought you might need a sniper and--”

“A sniper,” she repeats, her eyebrows arching. “You think I’ll want a sniper to off Henry’s foster parents?” She blinks and finds herself considering it. “I really just wanted to run them out of town.”

Robin laughs a little and shakes his head, pulling crossbow from his back and setting it down as he sits done on the stone bench beside her. “This evil thing really isn’t natural for you, is it?” Her eyes roll as he drops a bag of his arm and pulls out a stack of books. “I couldn’t find much in the way of folklore or resources or anything like that and then, I stumbled across these.” Regina looks down as he sets the books in her lap and an uneasy feeling settles in her as she reads the titles, all of which are similar and all including the words

“Have you heard of them?” Robin asks as she flips the last one to the top of the stack.

“No…”

“I didn’t do a thorough reading, but the boys are orphans who form a tribe in Neverland and--”

“Henry,” she breathes out.

“Yeah,” he says with a nod as his hand comes up against her back, rubbing soft circles between her shoulder blades. “They… run away from their terrible lives and they…”

“He was supposed to be a lost boy?”

“Perhaps…”

“But…” She shakes her head. “Why? Why would they…”

“From the looks of it,” he begins as her voice trails off. “Most of the boys are just a little older than Henry when they arrive and--” He stops as she opens one of the books to see a young boy wearing a headdress and a lion cloth cutting another boy’s cheek with a spear. “It can get quite brutal, it seems.”

She closes the book and draws in a breath. “But what would they get out of it?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “I couldn’t quite figure that out.”

“There has to be something, some incentive or--” She stops, suddenly getting up and going to a trunk of things that had once been her mother’s. She shifts around in it until she finds a little vellum book bound with fraying ribbons. She opens it up, glancing quickly at Robin as she thumbs through the pages. “There were a few poems in here about… immortality and…” She stops. “They were oddly dark,” she tells him. “I remember finding it and not sleeping for a week thinking my mother was going scarficice me to the--” Her voice stops as she reaches the page. “Here…” Robin joins her at the trunk and together, they read over a handwritten poem about a shadowy figure who feasted on young hopeful souls, draining them of life in exchange for his own youthfulness. “They haven’t aged,” Regina murmurs as she looks to Robin, her hands suddenly trembling. “Henry said they looked exactly the same in the storybook as they did when he knew them and…” her voice trails off as she takes a shaky breath. “And that’s impossible.”

“But the curse…”

“Only effects Storybrooke. If you or I had been living in Boston or New York or any other place in this realm, we’d be almost thirty years older, and we’d look it, too.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I don’t know what I'm saying,” she sighs. “I just… I just know I need  to see Henry.”

“Well, your timing is perfect. School lets out in an hour.”

Taking a breath, she nods and drops the book back into the trunk. “That’s perfect. That’s just enough time.”

“For what?”

Reaching for an empty vial on a shelf beside her, she looks back to Robin. “To make a protection spell.” She shakes her head. “I won’t let them hurt him. I can’t…”

Shifting toward her, Robin nods, watching her as she opens up a spell book that’s already laid out--the one she used to create the potions to help him remember and get him and Roland safely over the town line. “Tell me what I can do to help,” he murmurs as his hand brushes against the small of her back.

“Okay,” she breathes out, smiling uncomfortably as she nods and hands him a jar. “Hold this…”

_____

They arrive at the elementary school, just as the bell is ringing. Together, they stand in their designated spot by the fence and wait for Roland Henry to emerge from the crowd. She’s a little anxious as she stands there, shifting on her feet as she watches the kids run in different directions--and she flinches when her cell phone starts to buzz from its place in her pocket. With a sigh, she reaches for it, accepting the call without checking the caller ID. She groans a little at the sound of her secretary’s voice and she barely listens to what she has to stay, instead focusing her attention on the school’s doors.

The crowd starts to thin and sees Roland step out--and her stomach tightens to find that he’s alone, but she’s quick to remind herself that they’re coming from opposite sides of the school and the times she’s picked them up together, she’s usually had to wait for one for whatever reasons.

“And you got sort of an odd… letter.”

“What?”

“You got a letter in the mail, but there’s not a stamp or an address, it just has your name on the front.”

Her stomach drops and her eyes fall away from the school. “Open it.”

“You… want me to open your mail,” her secretary repeats, her voice uneasy.

“Isn’t that what I asked.”

“Y-yes, of course,” she murmurs as Regina holds her breath, listening as Roland calls out to Robin. “It… just says… whoever sent this keeps missing you at home, but you shouldn’t worry because they’ve taken care of everything.”

Her stomach drops and her lungs deflate as she turns to watch Robin lift Roland off the ground. “That’s all?”

“Yes, it’s… kind of rude…”

Regina nods as her jaw tightens and she murmurs a disinterested thank you as she turns her attention back to thinned out crowd of students. “Where’s Henry?”

“I don’t know,” Roland says. “I thought he was out here already.” He shrugs and looks between them. “Maybe he forgot his lunch box or something. I did that once and I have to all the way back to my classroom and all the back to the front of the school.”

“Maybe…” Regina nods, her eyes fixed on the doors. “Yeah…”

“His class had a weird sub today, too.”

“What?” She breathes out, turning to look at Robin. “Ms. Blanchard wasn’t there?”

Roland shakes his head and her eyes slide to Robin. “Everyone was talking about how mean the sub was and they were glad not to be in the third grade today,” Roland explains. “They even had to eat lunch in the classroom because they got in trouble, so I didn’t get to ask Henry about about it.” Regina’s breath catches in her throat and a wave of nausea hits her. “Ms. Blanchard’s class never gets in trouble…”

She’s barely aware of what comes next, and the next thing she knows she’s standing in the school’s main office. Her hands tremble and her eyes sting with tears as she explains to the school’s secretary that her son never came out of the building. Robin’s arm stretches around her as Henry’s paged once and then twice, and the secretary assures her that Henry was accounted for on each hour’s attendance report. When Henry doesn’t come to the office, she pages him for a third time and suggests they all walk down to Ms. Blanchard’s classroom, suggesting that sub might still be there. Regina nods and follows her, though she knows it won’t do much good--and when they reach the room, they find it empty.

“Can I have the name of today’s sub?” Robin asks as she stares into the classroom.

“Um… Mrs. Tremaine,” the secretary says as tears spill down Regina’s cheeks and her entire body goes numb.

Robin leads her back to the office and when they get there, John is there to retrieve Roland. Regina watches as he hoists the boy onto his hip and claps Robin on the back, murmuring something reassuring that she doesn’t quite hear. Robin crouches down in front of her, rubbing his hands over her knees as he tells her again and again that Henry is going to be alright, that he’ll back with them before they know it, and that Graham is on his way. She nods in acknowledgement, wishing more than anything she could believe him, wishing she could take comfort in words and in his faith, and wishing more than anything that it wasn’t already too late.

[devillain]

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[boasamishipper]

I, K, M & V for the fic ask game?

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I love reading modern aus, particularly for Star Wars (Rogue One and The Mandalorian included). I don't think I have any guilty pleasures when it comes to writing fic?? I unashamedly adore every trope I've ever put to paper.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Many of my angstiest fic ideas are for Top Gun: the AU Where Mav and Ice Broke Up For Angsty Reasons and Then Meet Again At TOPGUN And Think Their Lingering Feelings Are Unrequited (Angsty Exes AU for short), the TG:M AU where Bradley's WSO dies, the magical realism AU where Goose comes back to life and has to deal with the fact that the world moved on without him... I'm currently writing a pretty angsty Roy-centric fic that deals with his relationship with Judaism (enabled by @lichfucker), but otherwise most of my TL ideas are pretty fluffy (and if they have angst, it's always Angst With A Happy Ending).

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Very many! Here are five I'm currently working on:

the Sam/Dani time loop / Groundhog Day AU, in which Sam keeps reliving the Man City match that got Richmond relegated and has no idea why.

the Sam/Dani FWBs AU, in which Dani and Sam had a one night stand pre-canon and when Dani finally shows up in canon, he plays for Man City, not Richmond.

the Chaos Fic co-conceptualized with you (which functions as a sequel to / spinoff of my Natedemption fic For A Minute There I Lost Myself), in which Nate unwillingly becomes a football Twitter thirst trap, Colin discovers he has a thing for silver foxes in black suits, and the West Ham and Richmond players Live for the chaos of the Colin/Nate drama while dealing with romantic drama of their own.

the TL OUAT AU, which is in the Very Early Stages right now but currently stars Ted as Emma, Nate as Regina (yes, Nate), Rupert as Mr. Gold, Rebecca as Mary Margaret, and Henry as Henry. (Alternatively, Nora Collins and Henry Lasso will fulfil a dual Henry Mills counterpart, but that's all up in the air right now.) Ships are also up in the air right now, but Ted/Rebecca, Roy/Keeley, and Sam/Dani are pretty much set in stone just because of who I am as a person.

Five times Sam and Dani had sex somewhere they weren't supposed to (and one time they made it to a bed), which is exactly what it says on the tin. Places Dani and Sam have sex where they are not supposed to include (but are not limited to) the boot room, the team bus, and the Higgins' upstairs bathroom.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I honestly don't know if I'd trust myself to write a sequel or prequel to a fic written by an author I adore. I wouldn't mind writing side-bits and outtakes (particularly for your Bantr-verse), but a straight up sequel or prequel? Not sure if I'd do the concepts and characters justice. I'd rather bribe the author with love and comments and validation.

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[scviorswan]

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                                        " so are you going to help me jump start this car or are you going to make me do it all on my own ? ” emma had the crowbar in her hand , getting ready to pop the lock and get into the vehicle . 

[magaprima]

I would pay good money to see the scene/moment where Lilith gets all her memories back after she has the rock soup in the Emperor Blackwood verse. I mean we see Lilith when she’s got the same Resistance memories as everyone else, and then we just see her part of the group plotting to take Blackwood down after they have their memories back. That’s it. She doesn’t even get a line once she has her memories back.

And I want to see what happened. Like we saw how it all came back to Ambrose, but can you imagine for a moment it all coming back to Lilith? Ambrose had 132 ( ? ) years of memories to regain....Lilith has thousands of years, and so much shit and so much drama and we know that due to both her core character and her experiences, being controlled and dictated is a real trigger point for her, and here she had her entire memories and beliefs and sense of self controlled and dictated. She thought she was a freaking mortal for crying out loud, they’d all forgotten they’d had powers, and being a witch is something Lilith’s entire life and personality and development is based on. And Blackwood’s universe took that away.

Just imagine that all coming back to her; all her power, all her knowledge, all her experiences...and then also at the same time remembering this false life she was given, in the same way the people in OUAT remember two different lives after the curse. I think there would be a lot of emotions on a lot of different scales, and I don’t think it’s unrelated that when they fight Blackwood, Lilith isn’t quite as confident in her magic as we normally see her. I think this universe did seriously affect her-- or rather realising it was all fake affected her...and I just would have killed to have had that scene. 

I also would have killed to have a scene pre-memory-return between her and Sabrina, just because I love the idea of Sabrina getting to know a different Lilith. 

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[alwaysfindyou]

‘ VERSES ‘

storybrooke verse. ‘ THATS THE MOST POWERFUL THING OF ALL. HOPE. ‘

i suppose this could be considered the ‘main’ verse i will write for snow. based around abc’s ‘once upon a time’, this verse will cover any and all events covered in the show and beyond, threads need not even take place in storybrooke its self, just as long as they would be considered taken place after the original curse was cast. whether snow has her memories or she goes by mary margaret will vary depending on setting/plotting.

pre-curse verse. ‘ HOPE IS THE STRONGEST MAGIC OF ALL. ‘

set pre-first curse, events will take place before snow arrived in storybrooke and will start anywhere from her childhood to becoming an outlaw and beyond. threads need not take place in the enchanted forest, i’m more than happy for snow to jump to wonderland or even another setting, snow will just have no knowledge of storybrooke or anything that happened under or after the curse.

historic verse. ‘ IF TRUE LOVE WAS EASY EVERYONE WOULD HAVE IT. ‘

this is a verse that is set to be entirely full of crossovers! i am an absolute history nerd and i like to think that snow being from a medieval land lends to her easily crossing over with canon or original historic figures, so if you’re 100% a history rper and you find a sudden snow white appearing in your followers then you now know why! for historic threads, i am entirely open to placing snow into a position unlike that of her ouat ‘princess’ self to fit whatever we plot and she will likely go by a variation of the name ‘mary’ so it makes more sense.

more tba as inspiration and crossovers strike.