Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Emma - Secrets

"How could you not tell me you're Mr. Gold's daughter?" Emma cried angrily, betrayed by your secrecy. Your heart broke at the way her brows furrowed together and she continued taking steps away from you.

"What was I supposed to do?" you countered, tears rising behind your eyes. "If I told you I was Rumplestiltskin's daughter, you wouldn't have trusted me. If I didn't tell you and you found out on your own, you wouldn't trust me then. I didn't have a way out!"

"That doesn't excuse lying to me, (y/n)," she challenged, her voice gaining that serious tone it did when she was really upset.

"I didn't lie," you pointedout. "I witheld information."

She rolled her eyes. "That's still lying. I can't believe you would keep something like that from me."

"I told you why," you murmured brokenly.

"I think you should go," she said nonchalantly, turning away from you. You looked up at her in surprise, your eyes wide with unshed tears. She had never told you to leave before.

"Emma-"

"I said, go."

You could no longer hold back the water works as you turned on your heel, threw open the door of her loft, and ran down the hall. You made it downstairs and out into the street, wondering where to go. You had your own apartment, but you suddenly didn't feel like being there. Instead you ran towards the woods, knowing that they were big enough to offer you some peace and quiet.

"You sent her away?" David asked in surprise when he returned to the loft.

"What was I supposed to do?" the blonde countered, her anger fading into a whirl of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

"Not send her away?" Snow offered. "She's going to think you don't want to be around her anymore."

Emma remained quiet, arms crossed and gaze cast towards the floor.

"Don't you?" David asked softly.

"Of course I do," she sighed. "But how can I trust her? If she had lied about her hair or her age I'd understand, but her heritage?"

"Because she knew the truth would upset you," Snow reminded. "Emma, she really likes you. She didn't tell you who she was related to because she knows you don't like him, and she didn't want you to dislike her for it."

"She was worried you'd shun her if you knew," David added.

Realization dawned and guilt ripped through Emma. "And that's exactly what I did..."

"It sounds like you need to fix it," the prince suggested.

The blonde nodded eagerly, slipping on her red leather jacket and heading for the door. "Any idea where I might find her?"

"She likes the woods," Snow offered.

Emam nodded again and sprinted outside.

You ran a hand across your face, catching the tears falling from your eyes. You'd kept your heritage a secret so Emma wouldn't hate you, but you managed to ruin what you had anyway.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard footsteps approaching. Twigs crunched under the newcomer's boots and you stared cautiously into the woods in front of you, not daring to turn around.

"Hey," a familiar voice called unsurely. "Can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" you replied, monotone, trying to keep the tears out of your voice. "You made your point pretty clear. I won't bother you again."

You heard a deep sigh and the footsteps continued. Emma appeared beside you, dropping to the ground to sit close by.

"I'm sorry," she began, looking at her boots. "I shouldn't have yelled. I shouldn't have sent you away. I understand why you didn't tell me. I just... I was worried that you not telling me about your father meant I couldn't trust you. But you were right. I would have been cautious if you told me anyway. You didn't really have a way out."

"I'm glad that makes sense to you," you replied softly, staring into the twigs on the ground before you. Emma edged closer, breathing a sigh of relief when you didn't pull away.

"I really care about you," she murmured, reaching an arm out. When you remained still, she wrapped her hand around yours, intertwining your fingers.

"Do you?" you asked softly, finally looking at her.

"Yes," she breathed, leaning in. Your eyes widened when you realized what she was doing, but you made no move to stop her. Instead, you leaned closer, turning your body to face her. Her gip on your hand tightened as she closed the gap between you, pressing her lips tentatively to yours. You relieved her fears by pressing closer, moving your lips against hers, showing her that it was okay.

She pulled back after a moment, staring into your loving eyes uncertainly. You smiled softly.

"Do you forgive me?" you asked quietly.

"Of course I do," she replied. "The question is: do you forgive me?"

You tilted your head up and pecked her lips again. "Always."