Scarborough Fair: 8/?

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter! We just moved into a new house, and at first we didn’t have internet. I also felt that every spare moment needed to be spent unpacking and getting the house all set up. I finally escaped to Barnes and Noble to write because I just can’t do it at home right now! Anyways, I hope the contents of this chapter make it up to you. We’re getting to the good stuff ;)

Is the situation Emma is in as a pregnant foster teen accurate? I really have no idea, but it’s in the book Impossible that this is based on. I also have no idea if you can make a shirt like that. Again, I’m going by the book Impossible. I’m not following it exactly, but those two plot points were kind of important, so I left them in. Anyways, things are going to keep getting steamier from here on out, though our lovers are far from out of danger. Plus, we’ve still got Snow, David, and their kingdom out there somewhere, so hang on, folks! It’s gonna be a romantic yet bumpy ride.

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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Chapter Eight:

The entire family jumped right in to help Emma solve the riddle that had defeated her mother. Liam dove back into every bit of research he had accumulated about the song Scarborough Fair. He and Ingrid met with the art professor he had mentioned who had done her dissertation on textiles. Elsa talked to the scientists on board ship and zoomed with the family every single day. Even Anna found her niche, taking Emma to the library and helping her check out every book available about pregnancy and childbirth. 

And Killian? He was the rock she could lean on. The one who made her smile or laugh just when things got too heavy. He also ran whatever errands he needed to: taking Emma to her first prenatal appointment, shopping for a long list of different types of fabrics at the craft store to make this impossible shirt, and going for a late night ice cream run when Emma’s cravings started. In some ways, nothing changed.

Yet his declaration of love still hung in the air. He hadn’t brought it up again, hadn’t treated her any differently, hadn’t asked her on a date or tried to get physical. He was giving her space to decide what she wanted, and it honestly was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. 

At the same time, Emma was confused. She had always loved Killian, of course. But was it romantic love? She could even admit she had been physically attracted to him at times, but did that mean she was in love with him? Did she even want something like that right now, when she was processing having a kid of all things and still healing from a violent rape? Did Killian fully understand what he would be getting himself into? Did she want to burden him with all her crap? 

She was just completely and utterly confused. 

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@searchingwardrobes For crying out loud! It has taken me much too long to review this chapter (but I did completely enjoy going back and reading it a second time to make sure I mentioned all the best parts 😉) Once again, you completely amaze me with how each new chapter of your story makes it that much more complex, emotional, and engaging. The stakes are high, but this family - and Emma and Killian, in particular- do not shy away or falter. They know they can beat this, and they won’t abandon Emma; they’re with her every step of the way.

I really loved how each family member found a job that suited them, a part to play in helping Emma untangle the riddle and figure out what she needed to do. I especially liked how, when they are face with the fact that the system might try to take Emma’s baby after it’s birth, Killian says the exact same thing Liam did - clearly he learned from the best. I loved in general how Killian’s main job was support and comfort, fi adding a way to help Emma believe that she would not go crazy and they would not let anyone take her child.

I also adored the scenes where Killian walked in from his construction work, shirtless and sweaty, and Emma couldn’t help but be affected. He had her all flustered, and who could blame her?!?

But on a deeper note, her reaction gave Killian hope that she might want to be with him, might reciprocate the feelings he had already told her he had. I loved that bit of reassurance for him. And also, when they are alone together fitting the shirt. I loved Killian’s proposal, Emma’s admission, her awareness of his patience and tenderness toward her, and how she lets herself trust his promise. There were so many beautiful passages in this chapter, as always!, but I think my favorite was here: “He opened his eyes, and she nodded. Her hands shook as she lifted them and rested them upon his temples. She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was softer than she had imagined. He tipped his head back and watched her intently. She thought of him the other night, stating so matter-of-factly that he loved her. He had said it as something unshakable and infallible. Something as predictable and steady as the seasons. Then they had gone on as they always had, with no demands that she respond to his declaration in any way.”

You even worked in the bit about ‘I know you face an uncertain future… but I will always, always, be by your side.” Bravo! ❤️❤️❤️

But oh, when Rumplestiltskin creeps into their home at the end - and he’s been there before?!? It’s so eerie and chilling, brilliantly well done, but frightening in the amount of power and knowledge he has, and that he’s aware of where they stand and what they’ve accomplished. I’m glad he couldn’t touch the shirt, but we know he has found a way to hurt even those with Trie Love before. I can’t help but worry, and be desperate to know what happens next…

Once again @snowbellewells . . .

Scarborough Fair: 7/?

I was shocked to discover that I last updated this at the end of October! I still love this story, though, so I hope you all will stick with me. Writing this chapter was great therapy for me, but in addition to that, I really enjoyed writing the dynamic of this quirky and unique little family. I also rather like how this chapter ends, if I do say so myself. It’s a nice bit of levity in what has so far been a dark story. 

You might want to go back and read Mary Margaret’s journal entry from chapter 6 (the part in italics) to refresh your memory about how the curse in this story works. I know it’s been a while! 

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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Emma descended the stairs with the pregnancy test in the pocket of her jeans, one hand clutching her mother’s journal, and the other clasped firmly in Killian’s. If not for his presence beside her, she would have collapsed. 

It hadn’t taken them long to come to this decision. Their very unique family had come together through a series of crazy tragedies. Some would call them a series of coincidences; but to every family member under this roof, it felt like fate. If Emma was cursed to follow this path, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t have to walk it alone. Elsa and Anna hadn’t been alone after their parents died in a boating accident - their Aunt had immediately taken them in, and they’d gained a third sister in the process. Killian hadn’t been alone when his father left and his mother died - a brother he had never met stepped up. Then Ingrid Arendelle and three little girls had knocked on Liam Jones’s front door with a platter of cookies to welcome him and his little boy to the neighborhood, and well - fate took over once again. 

As for Emma, what would have happened to her if Mary Margaret had never met Ingrid? This Dark One her mother wrote about in her journal couldn’t have anticipated Ingrid. Or Liam. Or Killian, Elsa, or Anna. Hiding this from them just wasn’t an option. Every time they faced difficulties, they were stronger together. 

@searchingwardrobes Oh goodness gracious- this chapter!!! It would break my heart, all that is being piled on Emma’s shoulders so young - if it weren’t for the wonderful family you have surrounded her with in this story. I love how they are all immediately willing and ready to listen when she says she needs to talk, and how they stop everything, get hold of Elsa, and sit right down to listen. Intent and promising not to think she’s crazy. I love how they have all come together around her, anxious to help however they can, and how Killian never leaves her side, holds her hand throughout it all, and even reads the passage for the rest of them. His sweet declaration after everything else, that he’s in love with her, is adorable, but hardly needed. We can already she it in everything he does and how he has been there for her in the last several chapters. ❤️❤️❤️

I just love this family unit and how they’ve become one so much: “Some would call them a series of coincidences; but to every family member under this roof, it felt like fate. If Emma was cursed to follow this path, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t have to walk it alone. Elsa and Anna hadn’t been alone after their parents died in a boating accident - their Aunt had immediately taken them in, and they’d gained a third sister in the process. Killian hadn’t been alone when his father left and his mother died - a brother he had never met stepped up. Then Ingrid Arendelle and three little girls had knocked on Liam Jones’s front door with a platter of cookies to welcome him and his little boy to the neighborhood, and well - fate took over once again.” It’s just priceless and wonderful and amazing, and if Emma couldn’t have her own father and mother with her now and as she has grown up, she couldn’t have found any better folks to stand beside her as a surrogate family.

And poor Liam, everyone gets on him for jumping to a conclusion- and yeah, he shouldn’t have immediately thought the worst and blamed his “little brother” - but you could she where he was coming from. That made it fun to chuckle with him at the end, when he’s like “See? And you wondered what I was thinking…” Perfect like bit of a lighter hearted moment, in spite of the daunting tasks ahead of them.

I do still love this story so, so much!! I am sorry it took me a while to review.

Tumblr why are you keeping me and my fandom twin apart!?! @snowbellewells I only saw this reblog because someone else reblogged it! Anyhoo, I loved it! The part you quoted reminded me how much I have loved putting this found family together. It's actually going to be really important later on. (And shameless brag, but I was like, "damn, that was some really good writing I did there!" 🤣) Love when people quote my story in their comments and reblogs ❤️❤️❤️

Scarborough Fair: 6/?

Finally, another update, and just in time for Halloween! Which is fitting because here’s where everything gets weird and crazy. So strap in, folks, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Oh, and I apologize for not linking to previous chapters on Tumblr. This site is being annoying, I’m tired, and it’s a weeknight. I’ll make sure there’s a master post at the end. But here’s your link to Ao3 if you prefer reading over there (which I do!)

*Reminder that this is an M rated fic that includes rape/non-con, and later, dubious consent of a magical variety.*

Chapter Six

Killian wiped his arm across his sweaty brow as he slid the last can of paint onto the shelves of the garage. Next to him, Liam was red-faced with the heat and utterly apologetic.

“You’ve been working on a construction site all day, and before you can even take a step into the house, I’ve put you to work again.”

Killian waved him off as he lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe his face more thoroughly than his sweaty arm could. 

“It’s okay. We’ve been putting this chore off too long.”

While Ingrid had loved the new arbor in her flower garden, she hadn’t loved the mess they’d left in the garage from building it. She’d been on them since Mother’s Day to clean up the mess. It was rare for Liam to leave a mess behind, especially where Ingrid was concerned, but he’d gone straight from finals week to teaching a summer school course. 

Killian was just about to head inside for a much needed shower when he heard a rattling in the corner. He turned around to see Liam wrestling with a familiar, rusty shopping cart.

“This is still in here?”

Killian reached out to spin one of Mary Margaret’s whirligigs. “Yeah, I put it in here pro- you know, that night?”

“Oh, that’s right …” Liam’s voice trailed off. 

Emma’s rape had made Killian completely forget about the drama with Mary Margaret, but now that he saw the cart with all of her things, it came rushing back. 

“Is she still in jail?”

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@searchingwardrobes Oh my goodness, Melanie!! Seriously, this story just gets better and better with every addition. It’s painful to see them hurting and struggling with all that has gone on, but the way Killian and Emma have each other, and the way their whole family leans on each other, is truly beautiful. The tension and the mystery keep ratcheting up and pulling me in more and more. I apologize that I feel so far behind and it took me this long to review, but my heavens, just WOW.

You really got me in the very first scene, where Killian and Liam are working together in the garage and rediscover MM’s abandoned cart. The way Killian falls into his big brother’s arms, and the way they have both been angry and grieving and carrying guilt and are able to let that out with each other is so intense and cathartic. “Killian let his breath out in a hot rush and muscles he hadn’t even known had gone rigid relaxed. He blinked, trying to clear the burning behind his eyes. Liam grasped his shoulder and squeezed in understanding. Killian was alarmed to feel a lump rise in his throat and as a quick sob escaped, Liam yanked him forward into a brief yet fierce hug.”

And then, the scene with him all dirty and sweaty in Emma’s room to bring her the diary. Poor thing, despite everything, she can’t help but notice how good he looks, even if she is trying valiantly to hide her reaction!

What a mixed blessing that Killian found the diary and gave it to her. It does sound more than a bit insane and unbelievable, and yet we the readers know it must be true - just as both Emma and then Killian as well know. Snow’s letter to her unborn daughter Pierce’s right to the heart, and knowing she would lose her mind and her child and having to trust that someday, just maybe, her words might get through to Emma. I loved that she told Killian, and that he immediately believed her - but it’s SO MUCH. And what are they going to do?!?

As you always do, you’ve created something lovely and compelling, painful and beautiful at once, and I am so hooked. 💕💖💕

Do NOT apologize for reading this late because this reblog came at the perfect time when I needed a bright spot in my day. Love you, my friend and these beautiful words!

You are the best @snowbellewells ❤️❤️

Scarborough Fair: 5/?

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I said I would update every two weeks, and then I dropped the ball on that. I won’t bore you with the details, but life just got crazy. Anyways, I think I have a game plan now that I should be able to update every two weeks, alternating updates with No Wives, No Lovers, No Mothers.

This chapter is about Emma’s recovery, and it’s honestly a gut-wrencher. However, some important plot points also come up, so I can’t really give you places to skip like the last chapter. Hopefully, if you’ve stuck with me this far, you’ll keep reading! I can’t say the angst will cease after this chapter, but the rape will no longer be the main focus. So it gets better in some ways? I guess?

This is also now part of the CS Angsty August, so be sure to check out the other fan fic and fanart from that event!

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

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Chapter Five

The rest of that night and the next day passed for Emma in a hazy fog punctuated by bouts of crying in her bed curled up in the fetal position. Other times she just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to let herself be swallowed up by a dark, dark hole that had taken up residence in her chest. She wanted to go numb, to never feel anything ever again. Just when she thought she’d succeeded in emptying herself of all emotion, waves of tears would begin to pound her once again.

She hadn’t had to spell anything out for Killian. He’d simply nodded when she asked for him to take her home, and in the car, he said nothing. The silence was laden with grief, yet she knew she couldn’t have handled any questions, or even worse, platitudes. 

Even when they walked through the kitchen door, no words had been necessary. Ingrid had taken one look at Emma, and a single sob had escaped her lips. Emma fell into her embrace, tears finally coming. She heard Liam make a guttural sound followed by a thud. He’d punched something, even had bruises on his knuckles the next day to prove it. Like Killian, however, he said nothing, asked no questions, and refrained from touching her. She could tell the brothers wanted to, the way their hands kept fisting then opening again, the way their arms kept reaching just short of touching her, then falling back to their sides. Emma ached with both relief and sadness at their hesitancy. 

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THIS CHAPTER

@kmomof4 I had to reblog your reblog for those gifs! They killed me 😂 That pretty much sums up the emotions of this chapter, not gonna lie.

Scarborough Fair: 3/?

Here it is! Just as promised: a second update in one week plus a cute Captain Swan reunion. More like Lieutenant Duckling, but still cute. Don’t get too comfortable, though, because there is major angst ahead (please check tags). And did I mention this is a slow burn? Cause it’s slooooow … 

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words:2k+ in this chapter

Chapters: One | Two

Also on Ao3

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Emma heard Anna shriek on the other side of the dressing room door. She chuckled as she finished zipping up the slinky one-shouldered silver prom dress she was trying on. She stepped out to find Anna squealing happily as she spun in front of the one hundred-and-eighty-degree mirror. It was a strapless deep purple ball gown with a sequined, heart-shaped neckline and a wide lavender sash.  

“Your favorite color,” Emma pointed out with a smile. 

“I know,” Anna gushed. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

“You both look beautiful,” Ingrid told them from her spot on a leather sofa nearby. 

“Can I get this one?” Anna begged. “Please, please, please?”

“Of course,” Ingrid laughed.

Anna squealed again, and after twirling a few more times in front of the mirror, bounced back into the dressing room. 

“Are you sure?” Emma asked Ingrid once her sister had shut the door behind her.

Her foster mother waved off her concerns with a sparkle in her eyes. “I set a budget, and I checked every price tag just as fast as Anna was pulling them off the racks.”

Emma laughed and then turned back to look at her own reflection. She tilted her head as she examined her reflection, rubbing her hands along the shimmery fabric. 

@searchingwardrobes Oh my goodness!! What just happened?!? He was mesmerizing all of them, but somehow he couldn’t get to Emma? And then he just vanished from the house to outside? Do any of them even remember he was there? And he isn’t even the one in charge? Who was he speaking to in the shadows, and what do they want with Emma and her family? I figure it must have to do with MM’s weird warnings or the song, but I’m just about to die of curiosity and concern for them all!

I loved Killian showed up right behind Emma and steadying her when she was afraid, and of course how he immediately sided with her, even in something as minor as choice of shoes. It shows how easy they are in each other’s presence and how happy they were to see each other again. The whole family really do just make the reader feel cozy and welcome and wish they could be there in that house with them all. You paint them that wonderfully in our minds.

I’m loving this so much and yet dreading too, knowing you’ve warned us it’s about to take a turn. I’ll be glued to my seat until next time!! 👀♥️👀

@snowbellewells !!! You make me smile so big with these reblogs!

Scarborough Fair: 3/?

Here it is! Just as promised: a second update in one week plus a cute Captain Swan reunion. More like Lieutenant Duckling, but still cute. Don’t get too comfortable, though, because there is major angst ahead (please check tags). And did I mention this is a slow burn? Cause it’s slooooow … 

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words:2k+ in this chapter

Chapters: One | Two

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Emma heard Anna shriek on the other side of the dressing room door. She chuckled as she finished zipping up the slinky one-shouldered silver prom dress she was trying on. She stepped out to find Anna squealing happily as she spun in front of the one hundred-and-eighty-degree mirror. It was a strapless deep purple ball gown with a sequined, heart-shaped neckline and a wide lavender sash.  

“Your favorite color,” Emma pointed out with a smile. 

“I know,” Anna gushed. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

“You both look beautiful,” Ingrid told them from her spot on a leather sofa nearby. 

“Can I get this one?” Anna begged. “Please, please, please?”

“Of course,” Ingrid laughed.

Anna squealed again, and after twirling a few more times in front of the mirror, bounced back into the dressing room. 

“Are you sure?” Emma asked Ingrid once her sister had shut the door behind her.

Her foster mother waved off her concerns with a sparkle in her eyes. “I set a budget, and I checked every price tag just as fast as Anna was pulling them off the racks.”

Emma laughed and then turned back to look at her own reflection. She tilted her head as she examined her reflection, rubbing her hands along the shimmery fabric. 

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No one in the room seemed to remember their strange visitor from moments before. The only thing Robert Gold left behind was a sense of foreboding pressing on Killian’s chest.

That statement from the end of the chapter pretty much sums up my feelings perfectly…

Emma’s happiness in her family juxtaposed against the shadow of Mary Margaret and the threat of Gold and Neal has me

And soooo anxious for more!!!

@kmomof4 :

Scarborough Fair: 2/?

Killian still isn’t home from college yet in this chapter, but please be patient! The next chapter I have a sweet reunion for you :) It’s going to be a slow burn for a little bit, but I promise the payoff will be worth it!

Since I didn’t update last week, you’ll get two chapters this week, so be on the lookout for chapter three in the next couple of days. For now, here is a sweet chapter about this unconventional family Emma has found …

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Almost 3k in this chapter

Chapter One

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Unlike most of her classmates, including her sister Anna, Emma Swan didn’t mind not having a car. The high school was only a few blocks away from her house, and she actually liked walking. Especially when the weather was as beautiful as it was today. 

Too bad Emma was too distracted to appreciate it. 

“Are you going to tell Ingrid and Liam?”

The question pulled Emma’s gaze from the sidewalk which she’d been staring at as if it held the answers to the universe, multi-verse, and everywhere in between. Like places where Snow White was a homeless lady. 

“Huh?”

“About Mary Margaret.” Anna’s brow was furrowed with concern as she looked at her. 

“Um,” Emma hesitated, hitching her bookbag higher on her shoulders, “I don’t think so. It’s not like I’ve seen her much lately, you know?”

“Are you serious?” Anna demanded, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. She began ticking off on her fingers. “At lunch today, at the park two weeks ago, after volleyball practice two days before that. She’s back, Emma. In full force.”

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Ohhhhh, my goodness…

this is LOVELY so far, but with those tags, I KNOW it’s gonna hurt!!! The setup is just… WOW!!! I’m already, FULLY invested in this fic and can’t WAIT for more!!!

You're the best @kmomof4 !!

Teaser . . .

Sorry, I’m nowhere near ready to post this in its entirety, but here’s another tease:

Emma saw the rusted shopping cart rattle past out of the corner of her eye. She tried to keep her gaze mostly trained on her friends or on her lunch, but she couldn’t help glancing over towards the fence that surrounded the lunchroom courtyard. Mary Margaret’s long dark hair was matted as usual and laced with drooping, dead dandelions. She had a thing with flowers. And birds. She liked to swipe lawn ornaments for that reason. Propped sideways in the front of her shopping cart was the same chipped and faded bluebird, missing one eye, that she’d had for as long as Emma could remember. The giant pink flamingo was new, though. It rattled against the sides of the cart, banging against the bottles and cans littering the bottom. A whirligig painted like a giant sunflower leaned against the garish flamingo. It spun in the breeze with a faint whir. 

Emma forced herself to look nonchalant as she nibbled at her peanut butter and jelly. Maybe it was only a coincidence that Mary Margaret was just outside the schoolyard fence. 

“That’s my daughter! She’s a princess! Princess of Misthaven!”

So much for coincidence. Emma’s gaze lifted and caught Anna’s across the lunch table. Anna arched a brow as if to ask what she could do to help, but Emma was frozen like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. 

“That woman is so weird,” Lily muttered, watching Mary Margaret let go of her shopping cart to clasp the chain link fence in a white knuckled grip. 

“Don’t forget who you are! Princess of Misthaven! Daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming!”

Her voice had risen to a shriek, and the teenagers around Emma started to laugh at the homeless woman. A few boys yelled at her to shut up, and one threw his can of soda at her. It clanked against the fence, spraying brown liquid all over Mary Margaret, but the woman didn’t even flinch. 

Please don’t say my name. Please don’t say my name. 

“Hey, hey you! Emma! I’m talking to you!” 

Emma pressed her eyes closed tight. Mary Margaret was so hysterical, it was difficult to understand her, and besides, Emma was a common name. Right?

“Is she yelling at you?” Lily asked, leaning across the table. 

“I’m done,” Anna proclaimed, a bit louder than necessary as she jumped up from the table. “Let’s go to the restroom before the bell.”

“Okay,” Lily shrugged and stood up, gathering her tray of barely touched cafeteria food. 

Emma followed suit, Anna looping her arm through hers after they’d both tossed their brown paper lunch sacks. Emma’s sister practically dragged her into the school building, and Lily hurried to catch up. 

“That blonde right there! The really pretty one!” Mary Margaret continued to yell. “Stop her! I need to talk to her - warn her! You’re too pretty, Emma! Too pretty for your own good!”

That had been Mary Margaret’s obsession this past year and a half - that Emma was too pretty. For some reason, it stung worse than every other crazy thing she had ever said. 

“Why was that homeless lady yelling at you, Emma?” Lily asked. 

Anna laughed and waved her hand dismissively. “We saw her at the park a couple of weeks ago. We tried to be nice and talk to her, but that was obviously a mistake.”

Hm. Anna was a much better liar than Emma would have expected. Lily seemed to accept it, too.

“Well, I’d go tell the front office if I were you. Maybe the secretary will call the police. That’s harassment.”

Emma only had time to nod at Lily’s suggestion before the bell rang. When the brunette turned her back, Emma mouthed a silent thank you to her sister. As much as Anna could run her mouth, no one in the family would ever breathe the truth about the local homeless lady, the one who claimed to be Snow White. 

Because the ugly, embarrassing truth was - “Snow White” was Emma’s mother. 

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