A Lady in the Moon
(Red Snow friendship oneshot.)
Red’s never really looked at the moon before.
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Red’s boots crunched against the leaves under her feet as she trudged out to call in Snow for dinner, tugging her hood firmly over her head; as if it could hide her from the rays of the full moon, stop her skin from feeling too tight over her bones.
Because It Was the Scorpion’s Nature
(Shameless Mary Margaret/Emma friendship fluff. Because I desperately needed some after Hat Trick.)
Emma had always been good at lying. So why, when it mattered most, did it suddenly become so difficult?
My Little Peter Pan
(Another for the war… special attack: Belle deals with mood swings.)
My Little Peter Pan
“You’re being quite unreasonable.”
Belle gave a small huff and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to gather as much dignity as she could while sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce (as the kids called it—and in a dress no less) at the small wooden table, surrounded by little boys in costumes and enough fairy dust to make her sneeze. The boy at the other head of the table—dressed in green wool and leather and squeezing his hat between his fingers—jumped up from his seat and flung the cap across the room.
“I’m not being unreasonable!” he screamed, voice high in childhood and strained with emotion, “There’s no reason why you can’t stay!”
A Rainbow in the Store Window
(Okay, a little fluff to aid the good soldiers currently fighting in the Rumbelle war. Godspeed to you all.)
In another time—another lifetime, perhaps—he would have locked himself in his dungeon and downed as many potions as he could until his mind started working properly again. Because, surely, his heart should not have swollen so much, his lips should not have twisted in such a smile, just to see her eyes light up.
A little giggle escaped Belle’s lips, and she shoved her knuckles between her teeth (he’d have to break her of the habit, before she broke her skin), staring so close to the window that her nose made a little smudge.
Belle was a Red Lion
Belle was a lion, showing fangs. A lion who had seen war. Who had returned from battle bloody and victorious. Her prey was gone, devoured, hidden away within the earth—the only flag of her victory was the sweet blood dried into armor over her cheekbones.
Mr. Gold wondered why he had never seen her in this light before.
