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Mirrors
When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see a skeleton.
A figure where only flesh is left on her bones.
No.
She sees a number; her weight
She sees her thighs; too big
She sees her face; nose too long
She sees her arms; too much flab
She sees her butt; too small
She sees her boobs; not big enough
She sees her stomach; not flat
She sees herself; not pretty
She doesn’t see what she has become,
She only sees what she was told to see.
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A Cat's Smile: Chapter 3 - The Thing You Love Most
Katrina’s POV:
I pry my eyes open as I force myself out of another nightmare. This has been becoming routine since about two weeks ago and I’ve adjusted and gotten used to it by now. Staring for a moment at the sun which is just now rising outside my window, I take a deep breath and sit up. Stretching my arms over my head I can hear the popping of my back, and the stretching also happens to pull up my make-a-wish pajama shirt revealing a glimpse of the tattoo on my right side. Dropping my arms down and pulling up the hem of the tank top, I brace myself and look over at my left side, slightly choking on air when I see the all too familiar black maze that was once a network of healthy blood veins. Rubbing my face, I get up and strip, jumping in the shower which is in the bathroom connected to my room. I scrub my hair and body with my usual vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner and coconut scented body wash, respectively. I check the time only to see that I’m running l
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A Cat's Smile: Chapter 2 - Pilot
Katrina’s POV:
Heading home from searching the forest, I start to think about Neverland. The trees and nature here are nothing compared to the forests there. I can still remember the parties that would take place in the dead of night. Dancing around the fire, Peter’s pipes in the background, all while everything else is a complete blur. The stars would shine brightly above us with the only light from the fire and the moon to illuminate the area. My mind then slips from the memory as I remember why I was even in the forest. Henry had gone missing yesterday after school, and I haven’t slept since Regina called me saying that he never came home from school. However, Graham said he had to be missing 24 hours first, because he could have been playing in the forest or down by the beach. Yeah right, I would have found him by now. Shaking my head, I As I neared the non-working clock tower I heard,
“Why doesn’t everyone just leave?”
“They can’t, i
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A Cat's Smile: Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Once Upon A Time
There was an enchanted forest filled with
all the classic characters we know.
Or think we know.
One day they found themselves
trapped in a place where all their
happy endings were stolen.
Our World.
This is how it happened…
A prince with a red cloak, dark brown hair, and scruff on his face rode fast down a long land bridge. His grey speckled horse galloped, as the Prince Charming pushed the horse’s limits. A trail of blue wisps followed a young pale girl with dark blue hair that faded into a sea green, as she constantly disappeared for a few seconds before appearing a few yards ahead. When they finally reached the edge of the forest, they continued on and pushed themselves harder.
Branches snapped under the horse’s hooves and the girl, Cheshire, now had cuts anywhere that her mask and hood didn’t cover. The prince only urged his horse to go faster as they stormed through the magical forest. It soon started snowing, just as they came into the vie
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Student Handbook
Welcome to Kemonomimi Academy. You were either found on your own or sent here by parents. Here you can go to school for the next four years and get the education you deserve. As you all know, kemonomimi are not accepted very well in human society. This is the first school that was built to educate kemonomimi and help them enter the human world. Get good grades and great, welcome to civilization! Get bad grades and then be deemed not compatible with society and sent to the Badlands, a lonely place of misery. Do your best! Remember that rules can always change.
Kemonomimi
It is said that kemonomimi are human souls that combined with animal souls during the process of reincarnation. Humans have never understood kemonomimi and feared them for being different. Some kemonomimi can even change into an animal form. Thus war eventually happened which created the Badlands. Time has changed and the newer generation of humans are more accepting. A handful of kemonomimi had been accepted in
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Rules
There are three sets of rules. Out of character rules, in character school rules, and application rules. In character school rules can be broken but expect consequences if caught. Never break out of character rules and follow application rules please.
|Out Of Character Rules|
Follow these rules if you don't want to get kicked out.
1. Do not be rude to others and start fights. Respect is very important. If you are being harassed note us right away.
2. Please read everything we ask you to before asking questions.
3. Note us if you want to leave or need to take a break because of life. This is very important otherwise your character will get kicked out of school.
4. You must attend at least one class a month unless given a good reason not to.
5. Class rps will be PG-13
|In Character School Rules|
These are the rules for the school. You can break them but expect punishment.
1. No suggestive clothing
2. No harassing other students or teachers
3. No running in the halls
4. No d
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Male!Snow White/Reader - Killing Innocence
Male♂Snow White/Reader - Killing Innocence 

(Snow White - His name stays the same in this one but I'm calling him Snow most of the time.) 
(All other genders remain the same.)

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"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" The Queen had asked the magical mirror she owned. The mirror would always respond to her and tell her she was the fairest one of all but that day was different. 
"Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a lovely servant I see. Rags cannot hide his gentle grace. Alas, he is more fair than thee." the mirrored told her.
With a jealous rage she glowered at the mirror in disbelief, "Impossible! I am the fairest one of all! Reveal his name!" The Queen wickedly commanded the magic mirror in front of her. 
"A voice like velvet, hair as black as ebony, skin white as snow-" The Queen's eyes widen and
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(Spock x Reader) Sick
"Captain, where is commander _____?" Spock asked as he exited the turbo lift, onto the bridge. You were not at your usual station, and he had not seen you yet today.
"Commander _____ has called out sick today, Spock."
"Sick? With what?"
"Umm, I think it was strep or something." Kirk said slightly distracted. Spock was silent for a moment, thinking of all the things he knew about the human illness. "Has Dr. McCoy seen to her yet?"
"Yes, McCoy has looked in on her. He has given her some antibiotics and said that now she just needs rest."
"So no one is there caring for her?"
"No,  _____ said that 'She's a big girl, and that she can take care of  herself'."
Spock paused another moment, considering what the captain had told him. Then he turned on his heel and headed back towards the turbo lift.
"Spock, where are you going?"
"I'm taking the day off, Captain."
"Well wait, you can't just-"
The door of the lift closed.
*knock knock*
"Who's there?"
"Commander, I heard that you are not
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Pavel Chekov x Reader Christmas oneshots
 Your friends had called you beforehand to meet up in the Rec room on Christmas Day as the Captain called it off. It could just be a habit of strict routine from life on the Enterprise but you were on this ship long enough to know the youngest crew member's forgetfulness.
Pavel Andreievich Chekov worked alongside Sulu and Kirk; proving to probably be the most intelligent 17 year old in the history of Star Fleet.
His pastimes included listening to 21st century music, playing poker and talking (ALOT) to Sulu. He was also friends with you, Bones, Scotty and occasionally Spock caught a conversation with him or two.
"Can you believe the Keptin let us take a break today? Yesterday he vouldn't quit bugging me," said Chekov.
"Well yeah, it is a holiday today. How do you wanna spend it, Pasha?" you replied. 
"In Russia vould be nice. But is too cold to enjoy, you must stay inside or ze blizzard will take you," he laughed. How he was always so cheerful seemed to escape you.
"Let's call
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Idjits - SPN x Winchester!Reader
Based on Bobby's final memory in 7x10 - Death's Door, so be weary of spoilers if you haven't seen it yet!
“Alright, scoot jerk face, show your elders some respect.” Dean said as he sat down beside Sam and switched on the television.
“You scoot, asshat!” Sam replied and tossed popcorn at his brother. You climbed up on onto the sofa behind your brothers and sank comfortably in the space they left for you.
“Did you make yourself a separate batch of popcorn?” Sam wondered as he noticed the bowl in your lap. You shoved a handful of popcorn in your mouth and nodded.
“Why?” Dean asked as he leaned over to grab the plastic bag filled with snacks. You swallowed the popcorn and raised an eyebrow at your oldest brother,
“Halfway through the movie, you use the popcorn bowl as an empty beer bottle holder. I hate it when the popcorn smells like beer.” You complained childishly.
“(Y/n), beer is life.” Dean chuckled as Bob
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Soft (Makoto X Reader)
~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQLqu-ThMOY ~
    A startling sensation of apprehension crawled up your spine at an alarmingly rapid pace, threatening to cause your heart to pulsate right out of your thundering rib cage as your steady breaths turned into ones of capricious flow. It was unusual how out of nowhere you began accumulating this abundant amount of stress and anxiety, over what exactly you weren't too sure, yet you knew it left your mind in a frenzy and stomach in twists. Grasping the silky sheets of the bed in your fists, you attempted to steady yourself by focusing on the durable sighs of your slumbering lover, trying to match your rate of breaths with his. You longed so desperately to wake him and ask to console you in your time of need, but you knew he had hardships of his own and needed those precious hours of sleep to manage throughout the day. Yet even with your stiff and rigid position on the mattress as you tried not to wake
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Indulge Me (Human!CheshirexReader) Part 2/End
~Author's Note: I'm fancy. I wrote the end half of this at a French Bakery at one in the morning.~
~Warning: it does get a little heated in this part. Have fun!!~

"What game do you have in mind?" you ask the Cheshire Cat who's lying on the branch, extensive tail waving to and fro.
Humming, he pushes himself up and crawls along the tree. His broad shoulders and hips rotate with each sinuous advance. "A simple game of hide and seek," he says.
Your brows furrow. “That doesn't seem very fair.”
“Oh,” he drones sarcastically, “You don't trust me to not disappear?” As he speaks, he evaporates into the florae and appears on a low branch directly beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist. Flinching, you stare into his cynic teal eyes that are nearly filled with the enlarged irises. 
“Don't worry, my dear. I may be mad, but I could never deceive such a lovely girl as yourself.” He runs a claw up the length of your
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Assassin Creed Chronicals Leonardo x reader
-Mr.Da Vinci! - You poked the sleeping man, but he doesn’t wake up. Instead he turned his back towards you and continued his peaceful slumber. You signed, crossing your arms. It sure was mission impossible to wake Leonardo from his naps. You looked around the room, your eyes stopping on the buckets with paint as you come up with a brilliant idea-brilliant from your point of view anyway. You pick up one of the paintbrushes and dunk it in the black paint. Careful not to wake your mentor you kneeled next to the bed, running the tip of the brush above his upper lip. You repeated this movement the other way as well then expects your work. You place your hand on your mouth to muffle a laugher. Leonardo was looking ridiculous, but you continued to draw his face. Suddenly he shifted, his eyes slowly opening.
- (Your Name)? - He muttered your name, then his eyes fall on the brush in your hand. He touched his face. Traces of paint left on the tips of his fingers. You slowly stood up, backi
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Here Comes The Bride - Castiel
(For: http://corathehedgehogrules.deviantart.com/).
---Your P.O.V.-----
I see a brown head of hair sitting there, my mother pushes me over and sits me down being as pushy as ever not that its anything new for me, I see the face of the man and gulp, he was way older then me, but as long as my parents married me off they were fine, I got kicked out of my school for being a 'bad girl' but really I just wanted fun, my parents said it would be easier for me to get married and have him carry on the family name and me be the silent wife.
My father smiles at me a fake one. "This is are daughter [Y/n]". He says faking happiness, I sigh and fake smile as I was taught from the day I could walk, the man smiles. "I'm Castiel". He says. 'Castiel...never heard that name before'. I think and look down at my wrist where my grandmothers bracelet, it had an angel wing, a feather, a heart and a [Birthstone]
Me and my grandmother shared the same birthday, I started being 'bad' when she died. I hear my name
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Punk!Peter Pan x Reader - Mine
"No fuck you I'm not growing up". I yell and slam my bedroom door closed and whip my [Dyed Color] hair over my shoulder, I stomp to my bed and lay down making sure to flop onto it just like my mother hates with a passion. "Stop doing that you're going to break you're bed!!". She yells from the hallway.
"Fuck you the only thing I'll be breaking is you're face!". I yell back and she slams a door closed which I was guessing was her own bedroom door. I sigh and close my eyes falling into a sleep as soon as my lids were half way closed.
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I could feel my hair moving as someone breathed on my face. "Hey". The person whispers, I groan. "Go away I'm not going to school mum". I groan out. "Geez do I sound like you're mom to you". A boys voice says a bit angrily. "Maybe". I say smirking. "Oh fuck you". He mutters and I feel him pin my wrists out.
I open my eyes and lock eyes with a ginger boy with pink hair dyed mixed into his locks, his green eyes bore into my (Eye Color) he was over top of me
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Quicksilver x Reader ~ Nice chat
// You & Pietro, no swearing, sorry for mistakes (would be grateful if you corrected me)
thank you for visiting, enjoy (:  //

The dark clouds moved slowly covering the stars as the mild wind rubbed your skin. You were watching the night cityscape from the roof of the Avengers’ Tower, slowly sipping your drink. It was Natasha’s will for you to come to the party Tony was doing again, as he always did. The thing was you weren’t really keen on partying at all. You preferred your job at S.H.I.E.L.D. as an usual Fury’s agent. You felt more confident in your combat outfit than in long (fave/color) dress without sleeves. You sighed and took a look at your mobile. You had plenty of time yet until they’d call for a meal. You were supposed to sit next to Nat, so she would discover you’re out and get mad at you for leaving her.
“Agent (your/surname), what brought you here?” you heard suddenly despite not noticing any steps before. You
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Beta (Isaac x Reader) teen wolf fanfiction 3/6
Part 3/6
You slammed your shoulder into Erica's stomach, sending her staggering back. At the same time you lashed out with your foot and heard Boyd's knee crack from the impact. Erica raked a claw down your face, but you got a grip on her wrist, snapping it. She screamed, and you spun around, but not quickly enough.
Boyd grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your torso, pinning your arms to your sides. He started to squeeze, and you screamed as your ribs started to crack. He lowered his head, preparing to rip out your throat, but you snapped your head back, slamming the back of your skull into his face.
He dropped you with a howl, stumbling back. You grabbed his arm and threw him into Erica, sending the two of them flying across the room. They fell in a heap, a tangle of limbs and teeth. Erica's head was bleeding and her wrist was bent at an awkward angle, and Boyd's face was a mess of blood, but they struggled to their feet as you approached.
"Well done." Derek called from
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First Love's Fire
First Love's Fire</i>
Warren was bent over a book, as usual, his dark, red-streaked hair falling over his equally dark eyes. Students milled around him, oblivious, as usual, to his presence. Normal people, smart people, trusted their intuition and stayed away from him. Snow fell in tiny little wisps that looked more like the ends of Q-Tips rather than snowflakes outside. A rumor had been flying around that day about a new student. He hadn’t heard her name, but he knew she was an Aeropath, one who controls the wind. He tried not to get his hopes up.
Will came by, sitting next to him; “You’ve heard of the new girl, right?”
“Should I have?” Warren asked in his normal, aloof, stand-offish manner.
“Well,” Layla said, a knowing look in her eye. “She’s very pretty. And her voice is like... I don’t know, but she can sing like an angel.”
Warren’s eyes flickered up toward’s Layla’s momentarily. The young
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When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see a skeleton.
A figure where only flesh is left on her bones.
No.

She sees a number; her weight
She sees her thighs; too big
She sees her face; nose too long
She sees her arms; too much flab
She sees her butt; too small
She sees her boobs; not big enough
She sees her stomach; not flat
She sees herself; not pretty

She doesn’t see what she has become,
She only sees what she was told to see.
Mirrors
Mirrors are finicky things...
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Goddamn it.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You couldn't keep it together,
This is why you'll never be able to keep a significant other.
You're pathetic and weak,
As worthless as a bucket with a leak.
You pry into their lives,
And then cover your trail with lies.
You push them to speak,
Then apologize and make them feel guilty.
Stop the innocent act,
They don't believe it anymore.
Because they know that it's a trait you lack.
You is me.
I am me.
I am nothing but an attention whore who doesn't know her limits.
I am a ball of anxiety that does nothing but worry about what others think if me or what others might do to me.
I'm a mess and you deserve do much better than what I can give.
Two Voices In The Same Person
Just something I wrote a while ago.
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Katrina’s POV:
I pry my eyes open as I force myself out of another nightmare. This has been becoming routine since about two weeks ago and I’ve adjusted and gotten used to it by now. Staring for a moment at the sun which is just now rising outside my window, I take a deep breath and sit up. Stretching my arms over my head I can hear the popping of my back, and the stretching also happens to pull up my make-a-wish pajama shirt revealing a glimpse of the tattoo on my right side. Dropping my arms down and pulling up the hem of the tank top, I brace myself and look over at my left side, slightly choking on air when I see the all too familiar black maze that was once a network of healthy blood veins. Rubbing my face, I get up and strip, jumping in the shower which is in the bathroom connected to my room. I scrub my hair and body with my usual vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner and coconut scented body wash, respectively. I check the time only to see that I’m running late (Well at least, what I deem late). I quickly change into a dark blue flowing top, grey skinny jeans, and a black waist apron. I then grab my black shoulder bag and slip on a LOTR inspired ear piece.
I sit on and slide down the banister of the stairs, grabbing an peach and shoving it in my mouth. I throw down my skateboard and jump onto it, rolling down the street while I tie my braid up into a neat bun. Since it’s about 6:30 am and no one else is there yet, I pull out my copy of the key and unlock the door to Granny’s. I immediately turn on the stereo and plug in my phone, which starts to play ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’. I decide to dance around and have some fun as I turn on the lights, the oven, and flip the sign on the front door to ‘Open’.
I then turn around and hop over the kitchen counter heading straight for the giant fridge. I fling open the fridge and grab out milk and eggs, then twirling around the kitchen I collect flour, a bar of chocolate, butter, salt, yeast, and water. Clapping my hands together, I set about making chocolate croissants, and once everything is mixed and made, I roll out the dough and chop up some of the chocolate bar which is then used as a filling. Once those are in the oven, I set to work on making the other pastries that will be needed for throughout the day.
Sighing as my song playlist, I check my Batman watch and see that it was just turning 8, which is generally when Graham comes in. Ruby and Granny had both arrived at 7:30 and nodded in greeting. Granny had begun working on her famous pastries, ones that i could never hope to replicate, while Ruby wiped down the counters and tables.  Almost on cue, the bell above the door jingles and I hear Graham’s heavy footsteps soon followed by Henry’s lighter ones. I smile and walk over to Graham, placing his usual scrambled eggs and coffee down in front of him. As I head to the corner booth that Henry is at I hear the bell jingle again and I look up to see who came in. Emma? Huh, I guess the savior stuck around after all.
“Hey, Henry.” I say, smiling at him. I walk over to where he’s sitting and crouch down. “What would you like on this fine morning?”
He leans in a bit and asks, “Can I have two hot chocolates with cinnamon and a chocolate donut?”
“Of course you can Henry.” I reply before leaning in and whispering. “Is one of the hot cocoas for Emma over there?”
Henry smiles and nods, I stand up straight and walk behind the counter, I grab one mug and one to go cup. Filling both containers with hot chocolate, I sprinkle a bit of cinnamon in and mix it up. I swiftly spray whip cream on top of the hot cocoa mix, before grabbing a donut from the dessert dish and putting it in a paper bag. I grab the lunch bag that I always make for Henry in the morning and walk over to him. Holding Henry’s to-go cup, lunch bag, and donut in one hand, I walk to Ruby and hand the cocoa mug to her as I go by.
“It’s for the new girl from a ‘secret admirer’.” I whisper in her ear, rolling my eyes and smiling a little before continuing over to Henry.
Ruby nods at me, smirking, and walks over to give it to her. I hand Henry the food and his cocoa before listening as Ruby gives Emma the cocoa. I stroll back to behind the counter and begin to ‘casually’ wipe down the countertops that were already perfectly clean.
“Here ya go.” Ruby says, placing the drink in front of Emma.
“Thank you, but I didn’t order that.” Emma replies looking confused.
“Yeah, I know. You have an admirer.” Ruby says, winking.
Emma sighs and looks over at Graham. She gets up and walks over to him. And after my many years of difficult practice, I’m able to hear their conversation. Haha, ah. I’m should go into comedy because dude it’s an empty dinner, of course I can hear them.
“Ah, so you decided to stay.” Graham speaks up smiling.
“Observant. Important for a cop.” Emma counters sarcastically.
“It’s good news for our tourist business, it’s bad for our local signage.” Graham says attempting to be funny, but when Emma just stares at him he tries to redeem himself by saying, “It’s… It’s a joke. It’s because you ran over our sign.”
I silently face palm from my position behind the counter, as Ruby covers her mouth laughing. Shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen and get ready for anyone else who might come in for breakfast as well as make myself some coffee
“Look, the cocoa was a nice gesture, and I am impressed that you guessed that I like cinnamon on my chocolate because most people don’t, but I am not here to flirt. So thank you, but no thank you.” Emma sasses, a hundred percent done with Graham.
Graham looks down at the mug in her hand and his eyebrows furrow as I smile, “I didn’t send it.” He says shrugging.
“I did. I like cinnamon, too.” Henry spoke up from his corner seat.
“Don’t you have school?” Emma questions.
“Duh. I’m ten. Walk me.” Henry quips sliding out of the booth.
“Bye, Henry!” I shout peeking out from the kitchen, as he walks out.
“Bye, Kat!” He yells in response, waving.
I smile softly at the spot where he just was, knowing that if magic doesn’t return soon that I’m going to die and I have to make the most of this life while I have it. Shaking it off, I sigh and lick my lips. I knew this would happen one day. I walk over to the fridge and begin preparing a breakfast for Granny, Ruby, and myself.

*timeskip to the afternoon*

The door to the cafe burst open violently and Henry rushed in, pulling a winded Mary behind him.
“Woah! Slow down, Henry and let Mary catch her breath.” I say as he runs up to the counter.
“Emma’s been arrested!” Henry yells at me as I grab a glass and fill it with water for Mary.
I smile at Mary as I had it to her and wipe my hands on my apron. Groaning, I look at Ruby who just does a little shooing motion with her hands as I nod a thanks at her.
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” I ask as I take off my apron and shove it into my bag. “Let’s go.”

*At the police station*

“Henry, you go on in. I’m going to head back to the loft. Oh, and here.” I take out my wallet and pull out two hundred dollar bills and hand them to Mary. “This should cover her bail and my half of the rent.”
“I-I- Katrina, I can pa-.” I cut her off by raising my hand to silence her.
“I only pay that half of the rent and bills, plus groceries every other month. It’s not like I need it. Just, just don’t tell her it was from me… okay?” I ask rubbing the back of my neck. After all, I kinda owe her… It’s my fault that we’re here. Plus, at the rate that it’s spreading I probably won’t be around long enough to need it.
I nod towards the bench outside the station and speak up, “I’ll wait here until you guys are ready to leave just in case I’m needed. Just text me when you guys are done and heading out of the station.”
“Of course, Kitty Kat.” I crack a smile at the old nickname and nod at her, tossing the keys back to her after popping the trunk. I grab my skateboard from the back of the car and sit down on the hard cold wooden bench.

*3rd person*

After Emma’s bail is paid, they walk out of the Police station and are halfway down the stairs when Emma sees Katrina riding away on her board.
“Why was she here?” Emma asks, looking down at the teacher.
“I took the car, so she came by to pick up her board.” Mary lies smoothly. Emma, who knows that the woman is lying, glances at Henry who smiles with a look that says ‘I’ll tell you later’.
Emma just nods thoughtfully, pretending that she understands.

*Kat’s POV*

A knock on the door of the loft that Mary and I share ring through the silent place. I look up at her, and notice that she is sewing at the table.
“Want me to get it?” I jerk my head towards the door, standing.
“No, I got it.” Mary states smiling softly before standing and walking to the door.
The door opens to reveal the tall blonde who I’ve been seeing a lot of recently. I can’t tell if that’s good or bad yet. I think it’s... good since when she breaks the curse and then Rumple’s deal with me is broken as well.
“Hey there. Just wanted to say thank you and, um, pay you back the bail money” Emma states awkwardly.
“You look like you need to talk.” Mary gazes at Emma sympathetically.
Mary steps aside waving her in. I nod at Emma, my way of saying ‘hello’. Mary goes over to the milk that I’ve been heating on the stove, and grabs a third mug from the cabinet above. She sets it down next to my ‘peter pan never fails’ mug, it’s background is the dark forest from Neverland with the words ‘Peter Pan Never Fails’ in white. I made it myself, just like I made Mary’s mug, which says ‘Even in the morning, I’m the fairest of them all’ in white over a apple red background. I thought it was fitting especially since she is Snow White after all. I put in my earbuds and half close my eyes, leaning my head back in my comfy brown arm chair, but not turning on any music as I pretend to totally not be eavesdropping and/or watching them.
“Cinnamon?” Emma questions looking at the cocoa.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked. It’s a little quirk of mine. Do you mind?” Mary asks her shyly.
“Not at all. Now, when you bailed me out, you said that you trusted me. Why?” Emma inquires.
“Well, it was actually Kat that bailed you out.” Mary says in a low voice, nodding in my direction with her head. Emma glances over at me shocked.
“So wait, little Miss. Frozen Heart bailed me out?” That title actually belongs to Anna.
“Yeah, she looked kinda guilty when she handed me the money, too. Liked she owed you something. But, don’t tell her I told you, she doesn’t like to show that she actually has emotions.” Mary jokes. “And I had no objections, it’s strange. Ever since you arrived here, I’ve had the oddest feeling like we met before. And, I know it’s crazy.” I figured Mary would tell her, man that woman can’t keep secrets for crap.
“I’m starting to re-evaluate my definition of crazy.” Emma snorts.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’re innocent.” Mary offers.
“Of breaking and entering, or just in general?” Emma asks sarcastically.
“Whichever makes you feel better.” Mary quips.
“It doesn’t really matter what anyone thinks I did or didn’t do. I’m leaving. Thank you – for everything – but I think it’s for the best. If I stay, Henry’s only going to keep getting hurt.” Emma states looking down. No! She can’t leave, that would ruin everything! Ugh, I know that I’m not supposed to interfere, but what the hell I can urge her to stay. Besides, if she leaves it will break Henry’s heart.
“What happens if you go?! I think the very reason that you want to leave, is why you have to stay. You care about him. Who else, besides me, will protect Henry if you won’t?” I demand angrily as I stand, ignoring their shocked looks before blasting my music through my earbuds and going upstairs.
Hopefully she stays, if not… I’m dead. And so is everyone else in this god forsaken town.
Katrina’s POV:
Heading home from searching the forest, I start to think about Neverland. The trees and nature here are nothing compared to the forests there. I can still remember the parties that would take place in the dead of night. Dancing around the fire, Peter’s pipes in the background, all while everything else is a complete blur. The stars would shine brightly above us with the only light from the fire and the moon to illuminate the area. My mind then slips from the memory as I remember why I was even in the forest. Henry had gone missing yesterday after school, and I haven’t slept since Regina called me saying that he never came home from school. However, Graham said he had to be missing 24 hours first, because he could have been playing in the forest or down by the beach. Yeah right, I would have found him by now. Shaking my head, I As I neared the non-working clock tower I heard,
“Why doesn’t everyone just leave?”
“They can’t, if they try bad things happen!” Henry, speak of the devil.
I speed up my pace and as I round the corner, I see Henry and a random blond woman talking in the middle of an abandoned intersection. I rush over to him instantly.
“Henry, what are you doing out here? Is everything alright?” I question him rapidly, taking the lady next to him by surprise. Probably my sudden arrival or maybe it was my British accent.
“I’m fine, Kat.” He says in an almost bored/fed up tone, causing me to lightly smack him upside the head.
“Well, in that case, Regina almost cut off my head. Where have you been?” I demand in a tone that’s more concerned than annoyed.
Then, I finally turned my attention to the blond woman.
“Who is this?” I ask sharply.
“Just someone trying to give him a ride home.” She manages to reply before Henry spoke up.
“Oh, she’s my mom, her name is Emma.” Henry bluntly interrupts.
“Oh, I see. I’m Katrina Blanchard.” I said faking a small smile for friendliness sake.
“Do you know where he lives?” Emma asked, clearly uncomfortable.
“Oh yeah, of course, right up on Mifflin Street. The mayor’s house is the biggest one on the block” I responded briefly, I mean I can only act super nice for so long, however she clearly didn’t care.
“You’re the mayor’s kid?” Emma asks looking down at Henry, meaning he clearly hadn’t told her.
“Uh, maybe.” He glances up at her nervously.
Just in time to make the situation more awkward, Archie came along with Pongo.
“Hi, Henry, Katrina. Where were you today? You missed our session.” Archie questioned, knowing that if I was there and calm then, Henry was fine.
“Oh, well…” Henry starts to speak up, before I cut him off.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Hopper. I forgot to tell you, I took Henry on a fieldtrip to see one of my best friends, Emma.” I replied for Henry gesturing to the woman awkwardly standing there.
“Oh?” Archie questions suspiciously.
“Yeah, I took him up to her house for a visit and when she heard more about the town from Henry, she wanted to come see the place herself. I’m on my way to Granny’s B&B now to get her set up with a room.” I explain smiling and playing it off like this is nothing.
“Ah, well just remember what I told you about lying in our last session. Giving into one’s dark side never accomplishes anything.” A) Very dramatic, so points to you for that and B) If only you knew, I think as I roll my eyes.
“Okayyy,” Emma interrupts, looking even more uncomfortable than before, if that’s even possible. “I should probably get him home.”
“Yeah, once we drop off Henry, I’ll show to the B&B. It’s been a long drive, but get home safely, Archie.” I move to get into the car as Archie walks away, but as soon as he rounds the corner, I step away from the car.
“He lives on Mifflin Street, I’ll call Regina and tell her that you're dropping him off. I’ll leave it up to you and him to explain why he was with you. Granny’s is right there and it’s open 24/7.” I state looking at the blonde adult. “And you, Henry, next time you decide to go on a road trip either tell me where you’re going so in case of emergency I can find or tell me where you want to go and I’ll drive you there, I have my motorcycle and you know that I’ll do anything for. Now, I gotta get back to Mary-Margaret's soon or she’ll kill me. Stay safe and be careful, Henry. Goodnight to both of you.” I say before kissing Henry’s head, curtly nodding to Emma, and walking towards Mary Margaret’s loft.

Third Person POV*
“I’m not crazy.” Henry states looking up at his birth mother
“I didn’t say that, just neither of them doesn’t seem cursed to me. Maybe Archie is just trying to help you.” Emma responds trying to reason with Henry.
“He’s the one that needs help because he doesn’t know.” Henry pleads.
“That he’s a fairytale character?” Emma questions doubtfully.
“None of them do. They don’t know who they are.” Henry reasons.
“Convenient, all right I’ll play. Who were they supposed to be?” Emma asks in a teasing manner.
“Archie is Jiminy Cricket, and I’m not sure who Katrina is, because her section of the book was cut out.” Henry states, as he goes to get into the passenger seat of the small yellow car.
“Right, the lying thing, I thought your nose grew a little bit.” Emma teases.
“I’m not Pinocchio.” Henry replies, sounding a little upset.
“Of course, you’re not, that would be ridiculous.” Emma mumbles to herself, as she got into her car.

----- Start Flashback ----

“I say we fight!” Charming shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table, where he sat next to Snow and Cheshire.
“Fighting is a bad idea.” Grumpy said.
“Giving into one’s dark side never accomplishes anything.” Jiminy spoke up, in a soft tone.
“And how many wars has a clear conscience won?” Cheshire spat at the small bug, causing Snow to glare at her.
“I agree, we need to take the Queen out before she can inflict her curse.” Charming/David pronounced.
“But can we trust Rumpelstiltskin?” Doc questioned.
“I’ve sent my men into the forest, the animals are abuzz with the queen’s plan.” David said leaning his hands on the table.
“It’s true.” Cheshire agreed, making everyone look at her questionably. “The robins outside my window are very chatty.” She replied rubbing her temples, irritated.
“This is going to happen unless we do something.” David said sternly.
“There’s no point, the future is written.” Snow interrupted, tired and weak.
“No, I refuse to believe that, good can’t just lose.” Charming stated.
“We can.” Snow murmured.
“No.” David said in a soft voice, kneeling next to Snow. “No, not as long as we have each other. If you believe him about the curse, then you must believe him about our child, she will be the savior.”
“He’s right,” Cheshire said with her eyes closed, focusing on the energy the child was giving off. “She will be strong, and she will come back for us.” Cheshire opened her eyes which were now like a cat’s.
“Your child, Snow, will save us all.”
Just then, the doors opened and many knights came in pulling the trunk of a tree, with the Blue Fairy flying beside it.
“What the hell is this?” David questioned them.
“This is our only hope of saving that child.” The Blue Fairy spoke softly as she flew in front of Charming and Snow.
“A tree?! Our fate rest on a tree?!” Grumpy yelled, before looking back to Charming. “Let’s get back to the fighting thing.”
“The tree is enchanted. If fashioned into a vessel it can ward off any curse. Geppetto, can you build such a thing?” The blue fairy asked, looking over at Geppetto and his son, Pinocchio, who was smoothing the back of a wooden whale down.
“Me and my boy, we can do it.” Geppetto said happily while patting Pinocchio’s hat/head.
“This will work. But, we all must have faith.” The blue fairy stated causing Snow to reach over and grab James’s hand in a happy moment of awe.
“What’s the price?” Cheshire asked standing up, and directing everyone’s attention to her. “All magic comes with a price, I know that better than anyone. So. What. Is. The. Price?”
“The catch is that the enchantment is indeed powerful, but all power has its limits and this tree can protect only one.” The Blue Fairy said nervously, causing Charming to look down at Snow worried.

---- Flashback End ----

-3rd person-
“Pleaseee don’t take me back there.” Henry whines as Emma opens the gate.
“I have to, I’m sure your parents are worried sick about you.” Emma replies as she quickly walks up the pathway in front of the mayor’s house.
“I don’t even have parents, I just have a mom and she’s evil!” Henry says raising his voice.
“Evil? That’s a bit extreme isn’t it?” Emma questions.
“She is, she doesn’t love me, she only pretends to.” Henry mumbles.
“Kid, I’m sure that’s not true.” Emma says softly bending down to his height.
“Henry!” A black haired woman, the mayor, rushes down the path, eyes puffy and red from crying. She embraces him tightly, before pulling him away and checking for any clearly visable injuries.
“Are you okay?!” She demands, her voice wobbly and hair a mess. “Where have you been?”
“What happened?” The mayor, or otherwise known as Regina, stood up asking Emma.
“I found my real mom!” Henry spits at Regina, in a voice full of hate, before running up through the front door and into the house.
There was an awkward silence as Regina stared at Emma in disbelief.
“Your Henry’s birth mother?” Regina asks shocked.
“Hi.” Emma says timidly.
“I’ll just check on the lad, and make sure he’s alright.” The sheriff, Graham, commented before awkwardly backing up into the house.
“How would you like a glass of the best apple cider you’ve ever tasted?” Regina questioned calmly with a small smile.
“Got anything stronger?”

++++In the house++++

“How did he find me?” Emma questions Regina.
“I have no idea.” Regina responds pre-occupied with pouring the alcoholic drinks. “When I adopted him he was only 3 weeks old. Records were sealed, I was told the birth mother didn’t want to have any contact.
“You were told right.” Emma replies looking around curiously.
“And the father?”
“There was one.”
“Do I need to be worried about him?”
“Nope, he doesn’t even know.”
“Do I need to be worried about you Miss. Swan?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Well Madame Mayor, you can relax.” Graham speaks up as he walks down the stairs. “Other than being a tired little boy, Henry is fine.”
“Thank you, Sheriff.” Regina acknowledges Graham sweetly.
Graham nods at the two woman and heads for the door.
“I’m sorry he dragged you out of your busy life.” Regina says walking to her library/study room. “I really don’t know what gotten into him.”
“Kid’s having a rough time, it happens.” Emma replies from experience.
“You need to understand that ever since I’ve become Mayor, balancing everything has just been tricky. You have a job, I assume?” Regina inquires, straightening the clock on the mantle.
“I keep busy.” Emma replies, shrugging.
“Imagine having another one on top of it.” Regina continued. “That’s being a single mom. So, I push forward and with Katrina’s help it works. Am I strict? I suppose. But I do it for his own good. I want Henry to excel in life, I don’t think that makes me evil, do you?”
“I’m sure he’s just saying that because of the fairytale thing.” Emma answered taking a sip of her drink.
“What fairytale thing?”
“Oh, you know his book. How he thinks everyone is a cartoon character from it. Like his shrink is Jiminy Cricket.”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know what it’s none of my business. He’s your kid. And I really should be heading back.”
“Of course.”
Emma was driving down in road in the rain, when she looked over to her passenger seat only to see Henry’s book.
“Sneaky kid.”
She looked back up at the road only to see a light grey wolf in the middle of the road, it’s hazel eyes calm as he stared at her. Emma swerved to avoid the wolf, her car slid into the ‘Welcome to Storybrooke’ sign, knocking her out cold. A gentle breeze flowed through the car door, which popped open during the crash, flipping the pages in Henry’s book, Once Upon A Time. Starting with a picture of flying monkeys then the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland, and finally settling on a picture of Geppetto and Pinocchio making the vessel which would save the entire Enchanted forest.

----Flashback Start----

        Geppetto held half the door to the tree trunk, before going back to the workbench where Pinocchio is smoothing the other door. Snow looked outside from her balcony, at the tower where the wood workshop was. She turned and walked into the bedroom she shared with David.
“I don’t want to do this.” Snow said pleadingly.
“It has to be you.” David replied.
“I’m not leaving you.” Snow stated, her voice cracking as she hurried over to David.
“It’s the only way.” He begged, hugging her to his chest. “You go in there and you’ll be safe from the curse.”
“He said it would be on her 28th birthday!” She raised her voice as she responded.
“What’s 28 years, when you have eternal love?” David said softly, while Snow cried. “I have faith. You will save me, as I did you.”
They kissed passionately, but briefly, as all of a sudden Snow grabbed her stomach.
“What’s wrong?!” David asked concerned.
“The baby,” Snow whispered before her voice became strained. “She’s coming.”

--On the wall surrounding the castle—

Grumpy took a swig from his bottle of whiskey, before looking back down at the valley in front of them. Standing up in a hurry, Grumpy start yelling at Sleepy to get up. He quickly rushed over to the bell at his  station and started to ring it,
“The curse! It’s here!”

----End of flashback----

Katrina’s POV
I sit in the corner of Mary-Margret’s, or Mary as I prefer to call her, classroom watching her teach her class about the construction of birdhouses. I had already made my birdhouse from driftwood that I had found a couple of days ago, and it was on Mary’s desk as a gift, which seemed fitting as she was a “teacher”. I put my blue beats headphones on and began listening to ‘The Hanging Tree’ by Jennifer Lawrence. Only looking up from my sketchbook when I heard the bell ring. At the same time as the bell, Regina storms into the room, heading straight past me towards Mary. I take off my headphones, and listen up.
“Miss. Mills, What are you doing here?” I hear Mary ask Regina.
“Where’s my son?” Regina demands.
“Henry? He called in and told me he was sick. I told him to take it easy and that I would bring the homework over later. He’s not at your house?” I question.
“You think I’d be here if he was?!” Regina snaps, causing me to put my hands up in surrender. Directing her attention back at Mary, she continues, “Did you give him your credit card so he can find her?”
        Regina pointed at Emma who was kinda awkwardly standing in the background. I nodded at her, with no expression on my face, before.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” I barely heard Mary ask the poor confused blonde.
        I tuned them out because I already knew who she was. She is the woman who gave birth to Henry, I didn’t really know what else I expected from Regina. She was always scared of losing Henry, but I wasn’t really worried about her hurting him. I turned up my music as the song switched to ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’ by Set it off. I close my eyes and try to think a happy thought.

*Flashback Start*

“You can’t what?”
“…I-I can’t… can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t write….”
*muffled snicker*
“Don’t laugh! Peter! IT’S NOT FUNNY!”
“Awe. Come on, don’t be that way! Come back, Ches! I’m sorry!”
“Go away, Pan!”
“Awe. Come on… Pleeeeease…”
“…”
“…”
“…Fine…”
*thud*
“PETER PAN! GET OFF OF ME NOW!”
“No.”
*sigh* “Alright fine, can we at least teleport to one of our treehouses? The ground isn’t the best place to cuddle, Peter.”
“Alrighty, Ches.”

*Flashback End*

A loud thump sounded through the classroom, causing me to jolt out of my daydream. I took out my earbuds, and stood up. I could tell Regina had gotten upset and left, but not before knocking a stack of books over.
“Sorry to bother you.” Emma said, bending down to help Mary.
I walked over and took the books from her hands. She smiled at me, as I straightened them.
“No it’s… It’s okay. I fear this is partially my fault.” Mary replied kindly.
“How’s the book supposed to help?” Blondie inquired, while I was walking back to my chair in the corner to get my black and white backpack.
“What do you think stories are for? These stories are classics. There’s a reason we all know them. They’re a way for us to deal with our world. A world that doesn’t always make sense. See, Henry hasn’t had the easiest life.” Mary explained as they walked out of the classroom, with me jogging after them to catch up.
“Yeah, she’s kind of a hard***.” Blondie muttered the last word, since we were in a school.
“No, it’s more than her. He’s like any adopted child. He wrestles with that most basic question they all inevitably face – why would anyone give me away?” She stopped and looked over at me and Blondie, I just continued walking only this time with my head down. “…I am so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean in any way to judge you.” I heard Mary try to apologize.
“It’s okay. What’s wrong with her?” Blondie asked in a lower voice.
“I adopted her 4 years ago when she was found in the woods. She has always been this way, I guess she had to grow up quick.” Mary response and I could feel their gazes staring into my back, before I turned the corner.
---- Mary’s POV ----
“Look, I gave the book to him because I wanted Henry to have the most important thing anyone can have. Hope. Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.” I explained to Henry’s birth mother.
“You know where he is, don’t you?” She asked smoothly.
“You might want to check his castle.” I whispered leaning in.

----*Flashback Start*----

“I can’t have this baby now!” Snow White screeched, her voice strained and hoarse.
“Doc, do something.” Charming begged, as Snow squeezed his hand tight. “It’s going to be okay. The wardrobe is almost finished, just hold on.”
---(Outside the castle)---
Cheshire and Regina sit in a black fancy carriage, riding up to the castle. Regina looks out the window and smiles wickedly, while Cheshire sits across from her with a face of regret. She quickly vanished with a poof of blue smoke.
---(Inside the castle)---
“It’s ready.” Geppetto announced as he ran into the room. Charming started to pick Snow up bridal style, however he was soon stopped by Doc.
“It’s too late. We can’t move her.”
*timeskip*
“The wardrobe… It only takes one.” Snow said weakly looking down at Emma.
“Then our plan has failed. At least we’re together.” Charming smiled weakly, trying to stay positive.
“No. You have to take her. Take the baby to the wardrobe.”  Snow demanded.
“Are you out of your mind?” Charming questioned, surprised.
“No, it’s the only way. You have to save her.” Snow pleaded.
“No, no, no. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Charming tried to reason, only to be shut up by Snow.
“No, I do. We have to believe that she’ll come back for us. We have to give her her best chance.” Snow insisted, begging Charming to just listen.
Charming nodded, kissed Snow’s forehead gently, and picked up Emma very carefully. He ran over to the door and grabbed his sword out of its scabbard. Two of the queen’s guards lay outside the door with their necks snapped. He rounds to corner and sees Cheshire clutching her lightly bleeding arm. He quickly wields his sword, but lowers it. When he opens his mouth to speak, she holds up her bloodied hand and turns around before disappearing. He continues to the nursery room where the wardrobe is. He burst through the door and is soon followed by Cheshire who suddenly appeared. He rushed over to the wardrobe and put Emma in.
“Find us…”
All of a sudden, he heard a sharp cry. He whipped around to find Cheshire run through her stomach, she snaps her fingers causing the 2 men’s necks to snap at inhuman angles.
“WATCH OUT!” Cheshire yells just before a 3rd knight stabbed Charming’s chest.
Cheshire crumpled to the ground before disappeared in a cloud of dark blue smoke. Just then, the 3rd knight checked the now empty wardrobe causing Charming to smile weakly knowing that his daughter had gotten away.
*timeskip*
Snow weakly ran into the nursery, only to find a seemingly dead Prince Charming
“No, no! No! No! No! Please… Please come back to me.” Snow pleaded crying, and kissing him over and over.
“Oh, don’t worry dear. In a few moments, you won’t remember you knew him, let alone loved him.” The Evil Queen sneered with victory.
“Why are you doing this?” Snow questioned with a sorrow filled voice.
“Because this is my happy ending.” Regina replied with a smirk.
Two of her guards ran in panting.
“The child?” She asked.
“Gone. It was in the wardrobe, and then it was gone. It’s nowhere to be found.” The guard said almost nervously.
“Where is she?” Regina questioned Snow harshly.
“She got away… You’re going to lose. I know that now. Good will always win.” Snow started softly, but ended in a strong voice.
“We’ll see about that.” Regina scoffed. “and by the way you know your old friend Cheshire? Yeah, the one who ‘betrayed’ you. I was the one who framed her and now where is she?” She asked, looking at one of her guards.
“Dead, she was stabbed through the stomach and her body disappeared in a cloud of dark blue smoke.” The other guard responded, causing a look of realization and regret to cross over Snow’s face.
All of a sudden, a purple twister of smoke ripped the top of the roof off.
“Where are we going?” Snow inquired in a scared voice, shouting to be heard.
“Somewhere horrible. Absolutely horrible. A place where the only happy ending will be mine.” Regina smiled with happiness, as a thick purple smoke surrounded them and filled the room.
Meanwhile, Cheshire had transported herself to the woods outside and used the last of her energy to heal the stab wound and disguise herself as a 12 year old before the curse overtook her body and made her blackout.

---*Present day*---

I walk down the street from Mary’s, just heading to quickly check on Henry again before actually going to sleeping, when I hear talk coming from Granny’s Inn, which was next to me. I checked the huge clock tower… which doesn’t work, I totally knew that.
“Now, what’s the name?” That’s totally Granny.
“Swan. Emma Swan.” Emma?
“Emma. What a lovely name.” Rumpelstiltskin, or should I say ‘Mr.Gold’.
“Thanks.” Emma said awkwardly.
Wait, could this Emma be the Emma? Oh my god, that means that now Snow and Charming are the same age as their daughter because time is frozen here... That’s just weird. I got so caught up in my thoughts, that I suddenly jerked back to attention as I heard Granny say,
“Welcome to Storybrooke.”
And for the first time in 28 years, the clock moved and for the first time in over 200 years, the pain in my side came back.
Once Upon A Time

There was an enchanted forest filled with
all the classic characters we know.
Or think we know.

One day they found themselves
trapped in a place where all their
happy endings were stolen.
Our World.

This is how it happened…

A prince with a red cloak, dark brown hair, and scruff on his face rode fast down a long land bridge. His grey speckled horse galloped, as the Prince Charming pushed the horse’s limits. A trail of blue wisps followed a young pale girl with dark blue hair that faded into a sea green, as she constantly disappeared for a few seconds before appearing a few yards ahead. When they finally reached the edge of the forest, they continued on and pushed themselves harder.
Branches snapped under the horse’s hooves and the girl, Cheshire, now had cuts anywhere that her mask and hood didn’t cover. The prince only urged his horse to go faster as they stormed through the magical forest. It soon started snowing, just as they came into the view of 7 dwarfs and a glass casket. Charming quickly dismounted and rushed towards the casket as Cheshire walked over to the horse and kissed its forehead as both she and it breathed heavily, her magic having been worn down from all of her latest teleportation. She turned around swiftly as she heard,
“You’re too late.”
One of the dwarves had spoken up. Charming shook his head after the dwarfs moved away giving him a perfect view of the beautiful princess’s casket which had been gracefully carved into a tree trunk with a elegant lid of glass and wood.
“No... NO!” Charming shouted in denial as he ran up to the coffin, his deep red cloak swishing behind him.
Cheshire covered her mouth with a black gloved hand. As tears started to well up in her eyes, she approached the coffin. The princess in the glass case, Snow White, looked completely at peace with her black hair spread out. In fact, she looked as though she was simply sleeping. ‘I have failed…’ The young one thought to herself.
“Open it.” Charming softly demanded, staring at Snow.
“I’m sorry. She’s gone.” Grumpy said through gritted teeth, glaring at the desperate prince.
“Please at least... let me say goodbye.” Charming pleaded with a tear running down his face.
Grumpy looked at Cheshire for permission and seeing her nod, he and the other dwarves carefully lifted the glass lid of the coffin. Charming slowly leaned down and gently kissed Snow. However, as soon as he did a wave of light with a transparent rainbow of lights came off of them, causing the land to light up with sun.
“You found me.” Snow said in a relieved yet joyful voice, as she opens her eyes.
“Did you ever doubt I would?” Charming questioned playfully.
“Truthfully, the glass coffin gave me pause.” She replied slightly panting, as she sat up.
“Well, you never need to worry. I will always find you.” Charming said.
“Do you promise?” Snow asked.
------------------------------------------
“I do.” Charming stated.
“And do you, Snow White, promise to take this man to be your husband and love him for all eternity?” The priest asked.
“I do.” She replied, happily as she smiled at her groom.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest stated.
Everyone started cheering, even Grumpy and Cheshire were clapping and smiling, although Cheshire just really wanted her normal get-up back instead of the blue and grey floor length dress and makeup Snow had made her wear. However, just as Snow and Charming were about to kiss, the main doors flew open revealing The Evil Queen.
“Sorry I’m late.” She said smugly.
Two guards tried to stop her, but she simply flicked them to the side. Luckily, Snow let Cheshire keep her bow and arrows with her. So the shapeshifter stepped in front of the newly-weds with an arrow notched and ready to fire.
“Run! It’s the queen!” One of the dwarves yelled.
“She’s not queen anymore,” Snow declared as she grabbed Charming’s sword and pointed it at the queen. “She’s nothing more than an evil witch.”
“No, no, no. Don’t stop to her level. There’s no need.” Charming, or rather David as Cheshire and Snow knew him, said trying to calm her down and reclaiming his sword from Snow’s hands.
“You’re wasting your time. You’ve already lost, and I will not let you ruin this wedding.” He continued.
“Oh, I haven’t come here to ruin anything. On the contrary, dear. I’ve come to give you a gift.” Regina replied with a fake sweetness.
“We want nothing from you!” Snow spat, as she held onto David’s arm.
“But you shall have it! My gift to you… is this happy, happy day. For tomorrow my real work begins. You’ve made your vows, now I make mine. Soon everything you love, everything all of you love will be taken from you forever. For out of your suffering, will rise my victory. I shall destroy your happiness, if it is the last thing I do.” The Queen declared before, she turned around and started to walk away.
“Hey!” Right as Charming said that Cheshire left her arrow fly, causing it to embed itself in the Queen’s shoulder. However, Charming’s sword was too late and the queen disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
Charming grabbed Snow and pulled her into a hug, as she stared at the door worried. However Cheshire was simply staring at the place where her arrow should have hit thinking, 'She's lucky I missed her heart'.

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I love The Avengers, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Hetalia, and OHSHC. I will happily write One-Shots for most fandom's. Just send me a short description of the story plot, the persons name and fandom, plus your name. I am also VERY weird and random, just saying.
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Katima07 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch! Means a lot to me!
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ImWiththeUnicorn Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Hey what's up!
I'm just notifying you 'cause you're one of my watchers; I dunno if you've seen my latest journal post, but I'm leaving dA. I'm moving all my fics to my Ao3, the link to which is in said journal post, and if you wanna keep updated on my life in general I'm on Tumblr at sinnamonrollpetricca.
Thanks for watching.
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AsgardianAngel Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch; it's a lovely birthday present!  
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Miss-Union-Jack Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the watch, love!!!  <333
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