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.”
Dear Poetry,I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers, & past lovers.
We are the perfect poster children for
battered homes, aren't we poetry?
The dysfunctional couple
black-eyed and angry love.
You can't protect me from myself forever.
My Masquerade~My Masquerade~
For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.
I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.
My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.
I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.
Dare I take these masks off no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.
False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
Aura: The Respark
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from
At the turning age.
Minds all the same.
To be in control.
amphitrite IIif my lip will still be split when the austral summer starts,
and, all wrapped in rising sun, we're coccooning,
if we're throwing all the good things into a bucket of riverness
(and lawn flowers),
will we want to wake up?
I know I'll want to pour
my slice of eternity into a bottle of coconut essence,
make my foreverafter sweet and tropical,
and if your hands are balsam I can
carve my song in stone,
and I will never die.
But don't you ask yourself
why paper boats always sink, in the end?
I don't think I care.
I think they just sail off to a land without horizon
deep in the underwater of the bathtub.
You'll know when, and
you'll hear me sing a sea shanty, maybe.
I want to take my ship until the end of the river.
I want to see the spring pouring down blossom offerings
into the ritual water, I want
our coast of muck and destruction to be aflame with
I'm a shellfish and my fingernails are painted green,
I'm silent-all-these-years and fallen,
I'm wondering where my watercolor
constellations, ambitions, and things in betweeninstead of poetry,
i want to live in
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
want to breathe in
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
GlareA little girl
born into a broken world.
A smirk on her face,
death in her eyes,
her facade in place,
but inside she Cries.
Beyond the surface of apathy,
she lies in hopeless agony,
daring you to question her role
Such cruelty came from
a crushed soul.
She walks among the strong
with the world on her shoulders.
Innocence went so wrong
when Hatred made it colder.
And thus the light became
her dreams crushed by a weight she shouldn't bear
When Innocence is interrupted
all that's left is
Only as Old"Frail bones predict what fragile minds can't detect,"
He trailed off slowly, "And my bones are achin'."
The air around me hung low and depressed,
Sticking to the back of my throat like a stormy syrup
I'd tried to swallow down.
I peered out the kitchen window
And caught an inklet of patched-over-grey sky;
I wondered what was in store for the day.
Impartial to the gloom outside, we stepped out onto the back porch;
Grandpa wobbled out with his cane in hand and we waited.
In the hushed stillness the trees traded birds
Robins, swallows, whippoorwills, and cardinals.
If you squinted hard enough at the sullen shrubbery,
You could spot the caterpillar creeping to the underside of the leaf.
That's when I looked at Grandpa,
And saw through his eyes nature receding
At his prescience of a storm.
"Grandpa, how do you always know?"
He chuckled and simply said: "The world tells me."
It was left at that, but years later I have found
That the world is only as old as the person to whom you speak.
For There Is A Girl...There is a girl who does not fit in.
She couldn't be more different
In the society she was raised in;
She thinks the exact opposite.
She finds it odd that two girls
Cannot dance the way a man and
She finds it odd that those being
Accused of horrible acts are being
Accused by people who have done worse.
She finds it odd that there are
Signs and campaigns for allowing
She finds it odd that being a
Woman means you are weak
And it is an insult to be called
In the society she is in,
She is different.
For there is a girl who does not
Why two people of the same
Cannot marry. Why one group of people
By another that is far worse.
There is a girl that cannot
Why words are offensive or
People use them. She cannot
Why, as a woman, she is not
To wear what she wants without being
If she is white, then she is racist.
If she is black, then she is a criminal.
If she is straight, then she is homophobic.