"He had it comin' he had it comin'. He only had himself to blame. If you'd a been there if you'd a seen it. I betcha you would have done the same."
In which you don't fuck with the daughter of Nimue and Merlin.
Female OC x David Nolan
Female OC x Pe...
I pick up tables as I listen to Emma talk about what happened with Regina. "Don't let my feelings cloud my judgment?" "That's stupid. Everything we do is based off of emotion." I handing a coffee cup to her along with her breakfast. "That's Regina ever does." "And I guess I see where she's coming from. No offense but you're not a parent or a guardian. If Summer started hanging out with Mary Margaret or Regina and not me anymore I'd be pretty pissed too. But that's still no excuse for the shady underhanded bullshit she's been pulling." I say as I place cups and plates in a dish basket.
"How did she find out about the castle in the first place?" "She's the mayor she's got eyes and ears everywhere." I state. My phone goes off. I pull it out with my free hand and see a message from David.
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"Everything okay?" She asks. I back at her and place my phone in my back pocket. "Ya. Summer was just sending me a message saying she'd be home late. School thing." I lie brilliantly. "So...enjoy that and I will see you back home." I say before leaving.
I see him on the railing of the Toll Bridge nobody uses anymore. "Hey!" He turns to me. "I got your text what's up?" I ask. He sighs. "Just Follow me." He takes my hand holding tightly but not enough to hurt just enough so I don't slip away.
"David you're freaking me out. What's wrong?" I ask as we keep walking. "What's wrong is you're late." We go up a hill and I see a picnic. "And the wine is getting warm." "David..." I say with a half smile. "I know. I know and I'll tell her but I just wanted to do this. For you." I smile. I tilt my head up and kiss him. "Can't say shit like that and expect me to not stay." I say gushing a little. "Tomorrow." He states. I smile at him. "Tomorrow." We kiss again.
I come back to the house later to talk to Emma. I open the door "hey Em I gotta tell you-" I cut myself short when I see Sidney. "What's this inspector gadget lookin mothafucka doin in here?" I ask not liking him after the whole 'tried against her for sheriff' thing.
"We're just doing some work." "On?" I ask walking over to my table and looking through the papers and boxes. "I think we may have found something on Regina." "You sure you can trust of ole Sherlocke Holmes over here?" I ask in a loud whisper to make sure he hears. "No but he's helping so not much of a choice." "Ight." I glance at Sidney narrowing my eyes. "I got my eye on yo trifflin ass." I say before walking into the kitchen.
Summer
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I sit at the bar with Henry as he writes down the names of the story characters and their storybrooke names. Im eating a sandwich with a milkshake and fries. "What are you working on?" A man asks. I look up and see August a guy Ive heard Emma and Henry talk about. New to town. Strange guy. Carry's a briefcase. Looks vaguely familiar.
"No time to talk." He states. "I gotta write it all down before I forget." "Yeah I hate it when great ideas slip away from me." He states. "They're not my ideas. They're stories from a book that I lost." He explains. "Must be a hell of a book. What's it about?" "Stuff." He sits next to him. "Hey!" August looks up and sees Kia. "You try anything funny and I'll stab your ass with this ladle." He laughs. "She's not joking." I say with a full mouth. "Noted." Kia goes back to waiting tables.
"Sounds exciting." "You seem awfully interested in me and my book." Henry says turning away from his paper. "Oh I'm just being neighborly." "What are you doing in Storybrooke?" I watch their conversation like I'm watching the Kardashians.
"I'm a writer." "You can write anywhere." Damn I taught this kids good. Hes interrogating him like a like my baby daddy Spencer Reid.
"What are you really doing here?" He leans into his ear. "Stuff." And with he gets up. "Good luck with the stories." He says before leaving.
"He looks familiar." "You've seen him around?" He asks. "No. Just feels like we've met before." I say feeling a sense of deja vu.
