I can tell myself no,
But it won’t matter;
I can try to run;
I can try to hide,
But that’s not what my heart wants,
And my hearts wants you.
For the Love of Family Chap 17, an OUaT fanficChapter 17
Rumpelstiltskin knocked on the front door that belonged to Jefferson, but there wasn't any answer. They would've entered the house, but the front door was locked.
"Are you sure this is his home?" Belle asked him.
"Belle, I should know where everyone lives in Storybrooke," Rumpelstiltskin replied. "Jefferson lives in this mansion."
"Does he have any loved ones he would be reuniting with?" Belle asked. She remembered asking if she could reunite with her father, but she understood that this took precedence.
"A daughter," Rumpelstiltskin answered. "Grace."
"You said that," Belle said remembering. "He could be reuniting with her."
Rumpelstiltskin sighed. "If anything, Belle, he would be avoiding her," he replied.
"Because he abandoned her?" Belle asked.
"He thinks he did," Rumpelstiltskin replied.
Belle crossed her arms. "That's no reason not to be reunited with her," Belle replied. "You're reuniting with your son once when Emma finds him." She turned to look at Rumpelstiltskin w
For the Love of Family Chap 16, an OUaT fanficChapter 16
While Grumpy was helping Emma and Snow, yet another couple was being reunited. Abigail and Frederick were laying on the couch she as Kathryn had shared with Charming as David. Abigail was snuggled up against her true love, Frederick, who couldn't believe he had his Abigail in his arms. "I've missed you," he replied. "This."
Abigail smiled up at him. "So have I," she replied. "Though it is kind of ironic that Regina had me married to Prince James."
"And she had me single and a gym teacher," Frederick replied. "Some kind of twisted sense of it."
"But that's the thing," Abigail replied.
"What thing?" he asked.
"When Prince James and Snow White were David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard, they knew they were supposed to be together," Abigail replied. "Even though the curse kept them apart."
"It kept everyone apart," Frederick pointed out. "And even the curse kept them apart when they knew they loved each other. They knew each other where we did not."
Abigail gave him a look.
For the Love of Family Chap 15, an OUaT fanficChapter 15
Back in Storybrooke, Grumpy was just letting himself back into his apartment when Cinderella stuck her head out of her own apartment with her daughter, Alexandra, on her hip. "There you are, Grumpy," she said.
Grumpy rolled his eyes. "Here I am," he said. "What do you want, your highness?"
"I'm just relying you a message from Snow," Cinderella replied hastily.
"Well, what's the message?" he asked. "I don't have all damn day you know."
"She's looking for you," Cinderella replied. "Her grandson was with her." Everyone in town knew who Henry is and his connection to Emma and the Charming Family.
"Prince Henry was with her?" Grumpy asked with surprise.
"Yes," Cinderella said and bounced Alexandra in her arms a little without even thinking about it when her daughter got a little restless. "It's about getting home."
"As you can see," Grumpy grumbled, "I am home."
"Why are you so dense?" Cinderella asked with frustration. "No, the Enchanted Forest is home."
Grumpy's eyes widened at
For the Love of Family Chap 14, an OUaT fanficChapter 14
Prince Philip, Mulan, and the Huntsman were getting closer to Princess Aurora, Philip's one true love, every day. During the last six months, the three of them have become thick as thieves, but the Huntsman kept a look out for his wolf brother everyday but to avail.
The Huntsman took the middle shift during the night because when he tried to sleep through the night, he couldn't do it. About a month ago, he had awoken during the middle shift when it was Philip's turn.
"You're not on yet," Philip told him. "It's only midway through my shift."
"I can't sleep," the Huntsman told him. "It's like whenever I try to sleep my mind is trying to tell me something. Something important. Something I should know."
"But you don't know what, do you?" Philip asked.
The Huntsman shook his head. "But an image in my mind keeps getting clearer with every passing night," he told his companion, and with every passing day, he trusted his two companions, Philip and Mulan, more and more. The more he t
For the Love of Family Chap 13, an OUaT fanficChapter 13
The Charming Family had split into two groups. Snow was with Henry and Charming with Emma.
"Is Mom sure about this?" Emma asked Charming.
Charming smiled at his daughter. "Honey, I'm going to tell you a little secret about your mother, Emma," Charming replied. "When she speaks her mind, she's sure. If she believes Grumpy can draw, he can draw."
Emma had tried to resist asking, but she couldn't now. She needed to know. "And who is Grumpy?" she asked.
Emma glared at Charming before rolling her eyes. "In Storybrooke," she told him.
"I believe your mother said he was Leroy," Charming replied. "I've only ever seen him around; I've never actually talked to him in Storybrooke."
"The first time I met him he was my jailmate," Emma said.
Charming stopped on the sidewalk and then grabbed her to face him. "Graham arrested you?" he asked. "Why?" When the incident had happened, Charming, or rather David Nolan, was still in coma, so he didn't know and didn't have any of
For the Love of Family Chap 12, an OUaT fanficChapter 12
Red walked into the Sheriff's station, and she was instantly pulled into a hug by Snow.
"Red," Snow replied.
"Hi, Snow," Red replied. "I knew you guys would be here; I don't suppose you know why we weren't transported back to the Enchanted Forest."
"Rumpelstiltskin needs us to find his son in this world," Snow answered.
Red stared at her best friend. "He made everyone suffer just so he can find his son?" she asked in disbelief.
"That about sums up our feelings," Charming replied.
"And he elected me to help him," Emma replied and then looked at Red. "Who are you?"
Red smiled. "Red Riding Hood; though, the fairy tale is so far off course," she replied, "but you can call me Red."
"Uh-huh," Emma replied. "Where's Granny?"
"At the diner," Red replied. "She figured the diner should stay open because people need to eat."
"Good idea," Emma mused. "If that's the case, why aren't there giving her a helping hand?"
"Granny and I thought it would be a better idea if I told you this," Red
For the Love of Family Chap 11, an OUaT fanficChapter 11
At Granny's, Red and Granny hugged. "The curse," Granny said. "It's broken."
"Emma," Red replied. "She must have broken the curse."
"She did, didn't she?" Granny replied with a smile and then after a moment, it dropped away.
Granny?" Red asked understanding Granny's moods. "What is it?"
"Your brother," Granny replied.
Red gave her an odd look. "I don't have a brother," she reminded her.
"But you do," Granny replied. "An older brother."
"Was he brought over?" Red asked.
"Yes," Granny replied, "but he died."
As the words hit Red, her face fell. "Graham," Red replied. "Graham was my brother."
"Yes," Granny answered, "and I have a certain feeling that Regina murdered him."
"Wouldn't surprise me," Red replied thinking about how she and Snow had been on the run from the Queen's guards, "but we aren't going after her, are we?"
"No," Granny replied agreeing. "That would make her too important."
"Granny, are we going to stay open?" Red asked as she stared at the empty diner.
For the Love of Family Chap 10, an OUaT fanficChapter 10
Before August went to go find his father, he stopped by the Sheriff's station because he had spotted Emma's vehicle in her spot. He needed to thank Emma for believing or he wouldn't be alive right now. Though it occurred to him seconds before he entered the station, she may be having her own reunion with her parents. He pushed it aside and walked down the hall. Emma's family was staring at him.
"August," Emma said. "What are you doing here?"
Snow and Charming turned to Emma and then back at August. It clicked for Charming before it did for Snow. "You're Gepetto's boy, aren't you?" Charming asked remembering Pinocchio's story.
"Yes, your highness," August replied.
"I take it you weren't a good boy," Charming replied.
Snow rolled her eyes at her husband's obvious statement. "You were seven years old the last time I saw you in the Enchanted Forest," she replied. "How did you grow to be an adult?"
"The blue fairy and my father lied to you and your husband when they said that onl
Family Gossip, an Originals ficletRebekah slipped her arms around Niklaus’s neck. “I’ve missed you,” she told her brother.
“Elijah and I were worried something must have happened to you,” Klaus told her.
“Where is everyone?” Rebekah asked.
“Elijah and Cami are with...” Klaus said not wanting to say Hope’s name, but knowing she would understand. “since you went missing.”
“Alright,” Rebekah said. “Hailey?”
“Helping the wolves with the witch problem,” Klaus said. “Apparently, she plans to marry Jackson to set their pack free.”
Rebekah gave Klaus a look. “Does Elijah know?”
“Little sister, you never cease to amaze me at the things you know,” Klaus said. “He does.”
“And what about Kol?” she asked next. “I have some unfinished business with him.”
“Currently, little sister,” Klaus told her, “he’s MIA.”
Desolateif you are parched tonight,
the pale of your lips cracked
with thirst for that which
will not claim you;
if you hunger -
the deep and shallow collapsing
into slivered vibrations;
if blindness rejects you, says
no, watch now.
this is the way of it;
if you are breathing the world
into cinders, inhaling each poison
on purpose, striving
toward an apocalypse
because that chaos
can be categorized,
then you may understand.
The temptationher perfume impregnates the church
her confession is a delight
her face is tender
her voice is sweet
this woman is appealing
my mind is haunted by perverted ideas
Who is she? an angel, a devil....
I do not know
My duty is to respect my oath
this temptation is a poison
one unavowable desire overwhelms me
a suffering tears my heart
succumb to the temptation would a scandal
the hell of the flesh or respect my pledge.....
this dilemma torments me each day
GraceThe hands that cast the mould that made the plough
that dug the dirt for crops to make the dough
that makes our bread - they let us grow.
The souls who drive the trucks each waking hour
from farm to store to shop give us our power -
it makes them dead - and we devour.
Each morsel grows from dirt to plant to food
we tear a piece and sell so it's construed
we do our bit - we don't - we just collude.
And while each toiler keeps us from our graves
so we keep them trapped in their enclaves,
to tell ourselves each night - we don't own slaves.
Cold in July'Sometimes I think I almost love you.'
'Don't say that.'
'Because I'd end up chasing shadows across fields and pressing my palm to yours against glass. Because parallel thoughts never meet and I'm closer to you by pretending I don't care. And because I don't want to hurt you.'
'That makes no sense.'
'Neither do chalk lines faded by the sun or watching kites fall in the ocean.'
'Is that all you have to say?'
'No. I could tell you that I count the number of cracks on sidewalks and never throw coins in fountains because I know where they'll end up. Sometimes I close my eyes because I pretend to understand what it's like to live in a blind world. On monday's I cut pieces of the sky and write letters about them, tuesday's they get thrown away and wednesday's I regret it. When I miss you I get dirt on my hands from digging holes in the ground and when I'm done I leave empty trenches. I lose myself in the waves of smoke and sometimes you're the one who finds me.'
'Then what do you want
violet and violet.a spliff
between my fingertips,
(blue smoke in the morning)
kabul city this time.
i see them everywhere now.
i am back,
at an endless sea of rime
stretched and stained before me
on the pale concrete
in the weed-turned gravel.
and i remember death
when i sat, sun-sunk but it's night
now, ex-breathing smoke
under the floods.
the sirens sounded
that night: incoming shells.
i sat with strangers on a bench,
the alarms vomiting back
we witnessed explosions blooming
nearby, exchanged glances
in our flagged eyes
shrugged, a deep resolve:
we'd rather keep smoking than run
staring into the dirt,
expecting any moment
to hear the last
coolingat the tender grey stop street, i found a ballerina
with the phases of the moon stapled to her thighs.
above and around, the sun in the sky was soft and wet.
the floor tilted and jerked me back and forth but,
you know, the way you can't look away from a
speck of dust,
she was milk dripping on ash,
one foot pinned to the tar,
the other calf swinging thickly, gently back and forth
a raindrop dangling off a leaf.
eyes folding over, her head rocked quietly on her neck
she was a small wind, a corner of my vision.
the quiet white fog sitting beneath my skin.
Unbridled optimism meets an uncaring universeWe were these
electric beings, the
golden girls, the end
screen starlets who
glimmered like the
city lights beneath
us, swaying on rooftops
like gold plated gods
we were narcotic heart beats
and six shots of
vodka on a sunday afternoon
like morose sun worshippers
roaming the streets like
monroe wannabes searching
for something to take the
edge off the monotony
There was a magic in our madness
our souls were messy
and our eyes were
bright and reckless
we were the wild youth
who'd come to
the conclusion that
our fifteen minutes
of fame had come
to an end.
it goes without saying:
the air that settles
on your chest
the language of your local fruit
the swirl of rind
their glyphs and runes
like sun-bent cheeks
and creatured time
that sleeps between us.
i needn't tell you anything
or speak my way inside of you
you've doctored in all my aspirations
your furious dreams' wild successions
no longer carry
i am written