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MedieavalBeabe — Once Upon A Wicked Time: Defying Gravity
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The inhabitants of Storybrooke had all gathered inside the town hall; all memories of their former lives in the Enchanted Forest restored; bar two people – Emma, because she had been barely an hour old when she left and Henry, who hadn’t been born then. Even so, Emma didn’t need memories to be able to tell that tensions were running high in the hall. Jefferson just wanted to take his daughter and leave and was incensed that he couldn’t do so, Grumpy was being plain, well, grumpy, because he thought they could be put to better use than just sitting and doing nothing, as he put it, Pongo was getting very excitable because of so many people in such a small space all at the same time and kept barking, and there were certain cross words being exchanged between a certain fairy and a former spinner. Glinda the Good caught Emma’s eye and grinned. “Don’t worry; I’m sure Elphie will be back soon.”Only after the (not) Wicked Witch of the West, as Emma had silently dubbed her, had left them did the inhabitants learn from Rumplestiltskin that Elphaba intended to find out where Regina was heading and what her next move was. She had been for a while and Emma was starting to worry. She wasn’t the only one; she watched Nessarose, now able to walk again thanks to the return of magic to Storybrooke, gripping Boq’s arm feverishly every now and again and Liir, wide eyed and sitting next to Baelfire, looking around, ears pricked in case of any sign of her return.
“We shouldn’t just be sitting here!” Grumpy growled for the fifth time. “We’ve got to do something!”
“We can’t do anything until the Wick-” Prince James caught his daughter’s, and Rumplestiltskin’s, eyes and corrected himself hastily, “until Elphaba gets back. Only then will we know what Regina’s planning.”
Jefferson sighed. Snow White glanced at him. “Jefferson, do you have something to say?”
“Regina’s tricky,” Jefferson snorted, fiddling with his hat. “How do we know she won’t con the Wicked Witch into doing her bidding in some way?”
Rumplestiltskin twitched slightly but didn’t get to his feet. It wouldn’t help convince Princess Emma that he was on the same side as her if he throttled the Mad Hatter. “Elphie would never work for the Queen, Hatter, unlike some.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” Emma commanded, but Jefferson leaned forwards.
“I thought I was doing the right thing, alright, Dark One!”
“I said enough!” Emma snapped as all eyes turned to her. “I think Mr- Rumplestiltskin’s right. He trusts Elphaba and so do I!”
“And that should be enough for everyone,” Snow White added, meaningfully.
Jefferson leaned back in his chair and made no comment. A loud clap of thunder outside caused Pongo to start and begin the barking all over again. “Shh, boy,” muttered Jiminy, soothing him.
“I hope she doesn’t get caught in this,” Glinda commented. “Elphie hates the rain.”
“She hates to get wet full stop,” Rumplestiltskin corrected her. It was a jibe but she didn’t rise to the bait. Emma turned to her mother. “Just how powerful is Regina’s magic?”
“It’s not the power it’s how evil it is.” Snow White suppressed a shudder. “She’s tried to kill just about all of us at some point in our lives.”
“So, what happens if she kills Elphaba?”
No one had thought of that. “I think you’ll find that Elphie’s always a little bit cleverer than the Queen, Your Highness,” Rumplestiltskin replied, finally.
Right on cue, the doors swung open and Elphaba, drenched and dressed in black, and still clutching her broom in one hand, plodded into the light, shaking her wet hair like a dog. Pongo gave a joyful yelp and was hushed again by his master. “I hate rain!” Elphaba sighed.
Well, of course, everyone – excluding Rumplestiltskin – stared at her like she’d just grown three heads or something. Elphaba frowned. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think they’re used to seeing the real you, dearie,” Rumplestiltskin replied with a grin.
Elphaba looked down at her hands and grinned. Green they were; positively emerald. “I never thought I’d say it, but I’ve missed this!”
Emma was the first to recover. “Well? What did you find out?”
“Well-” Before Elphaba could go on, something collided with her abdomen and she looked down to see that Liir had flung his arms around her. She was surprised and then she hugged him back.
“I missed you,” Liir mumbled into her dress.
Her heart skipped a beat. “I missed you too, Liir.” Looking up at Emma, she took a deep breath. “I followed Regina to that tree of hers in the garden; you know, the one you cut the limbs off that time?”
“Yeah,” Emma nodded.
“And that’s where she’s kept the doorway between worlds; this world and ours.”
“You mean we can get back?” Belle breathed, hardly daring to believe it.
“Yeah, but I’m afraid she’s got something pretty grim planned, although,” she glanced at Snow White and James, “you’ll be pleased to know that it’s no longer you two she wants to kill.”
“Let me guess,” Emma groaned. “Me, right?”
Elphaba nodded. “And she wants...someone else to do it.”
“Typical!” snorted Jefferson. “Get someone else to do her dirty work, right?”
Rumplestiltskin glanced at his best friend, who gave him a worried look and a half shrug. He understood. “She wants someone with green skin and a prickly temper to do it.”
“Prickly?!” Elphaba exclaimed, indignantly.
“Well, you are a bit, Elphie,” he returned.
“Wait!” Emma held up her hand. “She wants you to kill me? But why would you?”
“Trust me, I won’t, but we’ve got to do something to make her think I have, otherwise-”
“Otherwise we’ll never get away from her,” muttered Grumpy.
“Otherwise she’s going to kill Fiyero!”
There was silence in the room.
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“Tell me some more about this friend of yours,” Fiyero said. “Rumplestiltskin.”
It was a little after midnight and the pair of them were lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling of Elphaba’s apartment. Elphaba couldn’t help but marvel at how her naked green body didn’t look a bit out of place beside his own flesh coloured torso. “Well, there’s nothing much else to tell, really,” she said, thoughtfully. “I mean, he’s Rumplestiltskin; he’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since childhood; he’s more like a brother to me, really, and Bae’s like a real nephew.” She smiled. “For all his faults, I don’t think you’ll find a more devoted and loving father than Rumplestiltskin.” Fiyero was silent for a second and she realised that he might be offended. “Sorry,” she said, sitting up. “I’m sure you’re a devoted father to your children too-”
“What children?” Elphaba frowned and he elaborated. “Sarima was already pregnant when we got married; they’re not mine. She had several lovers before we were forced to wed; any one of them could be the father.”
“Are you sure?”
“Elphaba,” Fiyero looked over at her. “Sarima and I only consummated our marriage once and by that stage she was already into her fifth month of her pregnancy. Besides, none of them are a thing like me; all her. Trust me, I can tell.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “I don’t love Sarima. Circumstances forced us to be together.” His hand found hers. “I’ve never felt about her like I feel about you.”
“Don’t say that.” Elphaba rolled over, away from him. “We shouldn’t even be doing this. It’s wicked.”
“For who?”
Elphaba shrugged. “Your wife,” she said, stubbornly.
“Elphaba, what have I just said?”
“Does she love you?”
Fiyero laughed. “I don’t think she knows how to.” That made Elphaba relax a little and he pulled her into his arms. “Ephaba, even if there’s no future for us as a pair, I don’t care. Just as long as you’re mine for this moment...”
“I’ll be yours forever,” Elphaba whispered, her throat dry as she turned to face him. “Fiyero...”
“Elphaba...”
“I love you,” they said, in unison and then they kissed as the stars winked at them from the heavens...
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“Looks like we’ve a problem,” said Rumplestiltskin, who was the first to recover.
“Fiyero’s alive?” whispered Glinda. “But you said-”
“Well, I thought he’d been killed. I didn’t know. No one can lose that much blood and live.”
“Might not have been his blood, dearie.”
“Well, obviously.”
“Sorry, I’m confused.” Emma glanced around the room. “Fiyero is..?”
“He’s her True Love!” piped up Henry, helpfully.
“Speaking of which,” Elphaba looked up at Emma, “I managed to persuade the Queen to revive an old friend; told her that I needed his help in, ahem, “killing” you...”
“An old-” Emma broke off as the door swung open and Graham exclaimed “God, it’s stormy out there!”
“Graham?” whispered Emma.
His eyes found hers. “Emma!”
Without a second word or the remembrance that they were surrounded by people, Emma ran into his waiting arms. Leaving them to their private moment, Elphaba finally extracted her son from her and walked up to her best friend, who was already on his feet. Magic had taken away the pain from the old wound he had sustained in the Ogre Wars but his cane could still serve as a useful weapon if ever needed. Both were thinking the exact same thing but it was Rumplestiltskin who voiced it. “I think it’s time to get out you-know-what again.”
The Blue Fairy snapped her attention to him at once. “You kept it?”
“I was the Dark One once, fairy; give me some credit!”
“Kept what?” asked Belle. Elphaba stifled her giggle because she sounded so much like a wife who knows when her husband’s up to something and is warning him what will happen if he goes through with it. Rumplestiltskin looked embarrassed and glanced at Elphaba. “Your move, Elphie.”
“Why tell when we can show?”
With a snap of her fingers, a large black ornately carved box appeared on the table in front of them. Emma finally pulled away from Graham to look at it. “What’s this?” she asked, laying a hand on it.
“Don’t open it!” everyone in the room shouted and she jumped back as if she’d just been bitten by a snake. Pongo gave a low whine and hid beneath the table.
“What?” Emma glanced at Graham, who swallowed. “That’s Pandora’s Box!”
“And it’s very dangerous,” Rumplestiltskin added.
“Opening that box causes anyone with dark magic to be sucked inside and propelled into, well...” Elphaba shuddered.
“Hell?” asked Emma.
“Worse.” Jefferson spoke up. “Wonderland.”
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Fiyero didn’t hear or see the guards entering the apartment; but he did feel them grab him two seconds later. “Hey!” he exclaimed at once, struggling to get free. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve an appointment with the Queen!” sneered one of the guards as another poured bottles of what looked like blood all over the floor of the apartment.
“What in Oz-?!”
“With all this Wolf’s blood on the floor, the Witch will think you’re dead!”
“NO!” Fiyero struggled in vain. “How dare you call her a witch? Take your hands off me!”
With much struggling and protesting, he soon found himself bound and gagged and thrust into a carriage that bumped and trundled along a windy narrow road that gave him a headache, and then finally he was thrust out into the Queen’s palace.
“So,” smiled Regina, her lips red as blood, “this is the famous Fiyero, the Winkie Prince, owner of Kiamo Ko and the Witch’s lover?”
“Don’t call her witch!” snapped Fiyero, now un-gagged but still bound.
“You can’t deny what she is, Fiyero! She’s as wicked as the Wizard!”
“If you dare harm her-!”
“Oh, shut up! I’m getting enough of that from her sister!” Regina glowered at him and then turned, smiling, to the guards holding him. “Have him strung up on a pole and hide his face from view. The garden is in need of a new scarecrow.”
“Do what you like to me,” snapped Fiyero, “but Elphaba-!”
“Oh, I’m not going to hurt her just yet, Fiyero.” Regina leered. “You’re just going to be my back-up plan; my leverage, if you will! With you at my mercy, she’ll do anything I command her to. Oh, and one more thing,” she added, as the guards made to drag him away. Regina walked over to her table and picked up a small bottle filled with a pale blue liquid. With a red-nailed hand, she took Fiyero’s chin and forced his mouth open. “I can’t have you shouting out to warn her or anything, Fiyero.” So saying, she tipped the contents into his mouth and forced him to swallow. “When you wake up; you will have no memory of her whatsoever!”
“No!” Fiyero’s eyes closed and he slumped in the arms of the guards who held him.
“Take him,” commanded Regina and he was dragged into the garden.
When Elphaba got home that evening, all she saw was blood. “Fiyero,” she whispered, and then her legs buckled in shock. “NO! FIYERO!”
Shouting out his name and covered in what she was sure must be his blood, Elphaba felt a strange sensation, like something kicking her abdomen. Before she could make sense of it, the world turned black and she fainted...
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“Not too much blood, Rum,” Elphaba warned him. “This is my favourite dress.”
“That old thing?” Rumplestiltskin grinned as she made to whack him with her broom. “There has to be enough to be convincing, Elphie.”
“Fine!” she sighed and then with a snap of her best friend’s fingers, her dress was covered in bloodstains. “But if it doesn’t come out in the wash, I’ll have to strangle you.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Rumplestiltskin muttered, glancing at Glinda, who was making magic over Pandora’s Box. Finally, she straightened up and held it up. “There! Do you think she’ll suspect anything?”
Regina had given Graham a red box with a heart-shaped lock specifically to bring back Emma’s heart in, just like she had with Snow White that time back home. If they had only had Pandora’s Box back then, reflected the huntsman, life would have been much simpler for all of them. Glinda had enchanted Pandora’s Box to look exactly like the box of Regina’s. Rumplestiltskin looked it over and had to admit that she had done a good job. “I don’t think she’ll suspect a thing, dearie.” He looked up at her. “Perhaps you’re less fairy-like than I originally thought.”
“Perhaps Elphaba doesn’t need to keep you on a leash, after all,” she countered.
“Guys!” Elphaba grinned. “We’re fighting the same enemy, remember?”
“How could we forget?” With another snap of his fingers, Rumplestiltskin caused Graham’s clothes to be blood-stained too. “She’ll get suspicious if there’s blood on Elphaba but not a drop on you, Hunter,” he pointed out.
“I’m ready,” Elphaba muttered.
“Careful.” Emma said to Graham. “She ripped your heart out once; she can do it again.”
“Hey; I’ll be with Elphaba! What could be safer?” Nevertheless he gave Emma a firm hug and reassurance that he would be careful.
The plan was straightforward enough. Elphaba and Graham would meet Regina a mile or so outside the palace; she would open the box and be sucked into Wonderland. Jefferson, who had already started his part of the quest, would travel via hat through to the mirror that led to Wonderland and break it. Gepetto would break the box up and the fairies would remove all evil magic from it. Then, Elphaba, Rumplestiltskin, Glinda, Nessarose and the fairies would wage war on the castle and rescue Fiyero.
“I can help,” volunteered Pinocchio, who was now a large living puppet due to magic. “I’m wooden; so I can’t be killed. Plus, I owe it to Emma for not fulfilling my promise before.”
“I’m coming, Fiyero,” murmured Elphaba.
Rumplestiltskin patted her shoulder. “It’s going to be alright, Elphie. It’s going to be alright.”
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Of course, the Maunts of the cloister of St Glinda were initially reluctant to allow the Dark One access to their cloister; but they were quickly won over by Baelfire’s innocence and genuine worrying for his “aunt,” so the pair of them were admitted access. Rumplestiltskin didn’t mind admitting it to himself; he was worried for Elphaba too, extremely worried.
They were escorted to a room where they found Elphaba, clad in black, staring into the flickering firelight. Beside her, much to the surprise of both of them, was a small cradle which she rocked with one foot in a steady rhythm. Baelfire was reminded of his father’s spinning wheel and he wondered if there was a baby animal of some kind in it.
“Auntie Elphie?” He touched her arm. Elphaba glanced up and she smiled at him. “Hey, Bae!”
In relief, Baelfire hugged her. He had half-expected her to be in floods of tears or something. “You alright, dearie?” asked Rumplestiltskin, pulling up a stool beside her.
“Well, it depends on what you mean by alright, Rum,” Elphaba sighed, running her hands through her hair. “I can’t remember a thing beyond fainting in a pool of blood...” She shuddered violently and he patted her shoulder. Elphaba took her deep breath. “And then I woke up here. It’s strange...I think the name drew me here.”
Any other time, Rumplestiltskin would have scoffed, but he had more tact than to do so at a time like this. “I’m sorry, Elphie,” he murmured.
“Auntie Elphie?” Baelfire glanced down at the cradle. To his astonishment, inside lay a baby...human? He wasn’t sure how to put his astonishment into words for a minute. “Um, what...how...what?”
Elphaba saw what he meant. “Apparently he’s an orphan of the cloister. For some reason the sister’s left him in my care. Like I know how to take care of a child.” She smiled, ruefully. “I call him Liir.” Even as she said it, the baby made a snuffling sound and began to cry. “Oh, no, please don’t,” moaned Elphaba, scooping him up at once. “There now, it’s alright.” She rocked the baby soothingly and the crying subsided.
“You were saying?” smirked Rumplestiltskin.
“Shut up,” Elphaba retorted, weakly. Liir stopped crying and looked around at the visitors. He made no other sound. Then his eyes found Elphaba and he made a soft, cooing sound of recognition. Elphaba lowered herself back into her seat. “I’ve no idea how long I’m going to stay here. I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”
There was silence for a while, and then Baelfire said, tentatively, “May I hold him?”
Elphaba smiled. This was probably the closest Baelfire would get to having any brothers or sisters of his own (a fact that would later be disproved, but she wasn’t to know that just then.) “Come here, then,” she said, softly, showing him how to handle an infant.
“Support his head a bit more,” Rumplestiltskin chipped in. “That’s it.”
Elphaba glanced from one to the other and smiled. Suddenly, somehow, she knew that everything was going to be alright...
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The children of Storybrooke; Henry, Baelfire, Aurelia, Liir and Grace, sat around near the base of a hollow tree with Granny Lucas nearby. She had her hunting crossbow at the ready just in case they were attacked by anything for any reason. Baelfire was holding onto his sister as if they were glued together. Aurelia wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this change of scenery and so Baelfire kept her entertained by talking to her; not wanting her to cry and cause Belle any worry. Now they were back in the Enchanted Forest, waiting for all magical beings and Pinocchio to return and Belle was worrying enough as it was. Baelfire was worried too, but he had to stay strong for his little sister.
“See?” he said, pointing upwards at a nearby tree branch. “See the bluebird, Aurelia? It’s the same colour as Mum’s dress.”
“Are you going to call her Mum from now on?” asked Henry, looking up from his book. “I mean, she might be your stepmother, sort of, but she’s not wicked.”
“I might.” Baelfire considered. “Yes, I think I will.”
“Speaking of mothers,” muttered Liir. “I wonder where mine is.”
Baelfire looked at him. It was odd knowing that time had played a trick that meant Liir was now older than he was, when, in reality; it was the other way around. Still, he wasn’t about to question the mechanics of magic. Once his father was back, Belle could break the curse and everything could all go back to normal.
Belle herself, meanwhile, couldn’t disguise her frantic nature. Boq knew how she felt, and so the two comforted each other as they waited.
“What if something goes wrong?” muttered Emma to her parents.
Snow White smiled and took her daughter’s hand. Talk about the mechanics of magic when it came to age, thought Baelfire. “Strange as it sounds, it’s Rumplestiltskin and Elphaba; the Dark One and the Witch of the West. If they can’t stop Regina, no one can.”
“I just hope you’re right,” Emma muttered.
Just then, Jefferson appeared, holding his hat. “Well?” Emma asked.
“Papa!” cried Grace, running to hug her father. He beamed at Emma. “It’s done! They did it! Regina’s trapped for good!”
Emma breathed out. “Now it’s just a case of rescue. I hope they manage it.”
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If Regina could see her castle now, thought Elphaba, looking around the ruins of the place, she would not be amused! They had had a ferocious battle, with two teams intent on killing each other. She had received a few cuts and bruises; nothing major; the Blue Fairy had a broken arm and Pinocchio had almost lost a leg, but they had fought onwards, bravely. But, in the end, the good side had been victorious.
Standing in the middle of the room, Elphaba caught her breath. All she wanted now was to go hom; but she had to find Fiyero yet.
“Elphie!” She looked up to see Rumplestiltskin, now back in his Dark One guise, and Pinocchio hurrying towards her supporting a limp-looking man dressed as a scarecrow. Her heart leapt and she hurried to him. “Fiyero!” She flung her arms around his neck. “Fiyero! I thought I’d never see you again!”
“Who are you?”
The words chilled her and she pulled away from him. “Fiyero. It’s me; Elphaba.”
“Elphaba?” He frowned. “I feel..like I ought to know you. We’ve met before?”
She looked at Rumplestiltskin. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Must be one of Regina’s little curses,” he muttered. “But, all curses can be broken, remember, dearie?”
With her heart full of hope again, Elphaba kissed Fiyero. He blinked at her in surprise and then gasped “E-Elphaba?”
“It’s me, Fiyero!”
With a shout of joy, Fiyero flung his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “Oh, Elphaba! Gods, I thought the Queen had done something terrible to you! But you’re alive! You’re here!”
Elphaba clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders just to make sure he was real. “It’s over, Fiyero. She’s gone.”
“Yes, she won’t be bothering us again,” Rumplestiltskin agreed. Fiyero pulled away from Elphaba to face him and he held out a hand politely to the man in the scarecrow outfit. “Rumplestiltskin, pleased to meet you.”
“Yes, I know who you are!” Fiyero shook his hand. “Elphaba’s told me all about you; athough I did picture you a little differently.”
“Well, he’s about to get kissed by Belle and look normal again,” Elphaba smiled. “Aren’t you, Rum?”
“If you say so, Elphie.”
Laughing in relief, the three of them left the castle, along with their friends. Everything as right. Everything was going to end happily after all...
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One Year Later:
The Enchanted Forest was a happy place once more. No more would people have their happy endings snatched from them. Instead, they would find new ways to make them happen by themselves. King Charming and Queen Snow White went back to their kingdom, along with their daughter, Princess Emma, their son-in-law, Prince Graham and their grandson, Prince Henry. Pinocchio was granted a second chance at being flesh and blood by the Blue Fairy, who was impressed by his bravery and selflessness in defeating Regina and he was now living back with his father in their cottage, visited often by Jiminy and Pongo. Someone else who often visited them was Red, sometimes with a basket of goodies made by Granny. Jefferson and Grace went back to their old lives; Jefferson still made hats for a living, but none that were magical, because they had had enough of that to last a lifetime. Princess Abigail and Prince Frederick moved into the neighbouring kingdom and visited the Charmings often; as did Princes Cinderella and Prince Thomas with their daughter, Princess Alexandria. Grumpy started going by the name Dreamy again and he and his fairy Nova travelled the world as they had always claimed they would. Glinda married a man named Lord Chuffrey and settled down to life of luxury. Boq and Nessa married and went to live in a quite woodcutter’s cottage just on the outskirts of Munchkinland.
As for Rumplestiltskin; well, he let Belle lift the curse, having no need of it now. But the family still lived in the Dark Castle, although it was no longer dark, now there was no more evil magic within and Belle was adamant that they always keep the curtains open in the daytime. They were an extremely happy and loving family, everyone said it; and the only family who might match them in happiness and love were Fiyero, Elphaba and Liir.
Now, it happened that one evening, Belle insisted on inviting everyone to the Dark Castle for a celebration of their first year after defeating Regina, and everyone was invited. When Elphaba and her family arrived, Belle immediately leapt on her for a hug in delight. “Elphaba, it’s so good to see you!”
“You saw me last week!” Elphaba laughed.
“Oh, sorry, force of habit!” Belle smiled. She looked lovely in a golden gown. “Blue really suits you, Elphie. You should wear it more often.”
“Makes two of us, then,” Elphaba grinned. Belle turned to Fiyero with a smile. “Hello, Fiyero; how are you?”
“Just as well as the last time you saw me, Belle,” he replied, smiling.
“Hey, Bae!” Liir ran up to him and they immediately started talking. Belle quickly took on the role of host and offered her guests a drink before rushing to greet Emma and her family as they came in. Grinning, Elphaba spotted Rumplestiltskin and made her way up to him.
“Why did I ever let Belle talk me into this?” he greeted her.
“Because you love her,” Elphaba smiled.
“Aye, you’re right.”
“I’m afraid that’s what husbands do, Rum. I read that in a book once.” Elphaba smiled as she looked around the room. “It is nice having everyone all here under the same roof, now that Regina’s gone, I mean. We can just be ourselves.” She looked at her best friend. “Do you miss being the Dark One?”
“Miss not being able to take away this,” he tapped his limp, “with magic. But then it reminds me I’m a man again, so it’s a small price to pay.”
“I’m glad you said that.”
“How come?”
“Because it’s nice to finally have my old best friend back.”
Rumplestiltskin laughed and hugged her. “I can safely say the same for you, Elphie! I missed you being green.”
Elphaba smiled at him. “By the way; I’m thinking of giving up magic too.”
“Don’t you dare, Elphie.” He smiled. “You wouldn’t be you otherwise.”
“I know.” Elphaba laughed. “I just wanted to see the look on your face when I said it!”
“Elphaba Thropp, you’re lucky I can’t magically tip a bucket of water over you anymore!”
“I can still magic a sack of flour onto you though, Rum!”
Rumplestiltskin glanced at Baelfire and Liir, playing on the floor with Aurelia. She was already crawling and Baelfire was a protective big brother who always made sure she didn’t crawl too far away from his sight. He smiled. “Do you think we’ll live happily ever after, Elphie?”
She thought about it. “Once upon a time I never believed I could live happily ever after, ever. But now...yes, Rum! I do! I think we’ll all live happily ever after!”
“Good, because I think we’ve earned it.”
“Me too, Rumpy.”
“Watch it, Elphie!”
The End!
(Sorry if it’s a little weaker than expected; I forgot half my original ideas! Still, I hope everyone enjoyed because there are no more of these now!)
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Great job!
(Did you write Once Upon A Wicked Time on Archive-of-our-own?)
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Yes I did. I decided to redraft and rewrite these ideas so that they fit in with the OUAT series. Thank you.
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I finally found you! I love Once upon a Wicked time! So good.
anytime. 
thank you for the favs!
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Well I love Wicked same as you! And I really it'd be cool if Rumplestiltskin and Elphaba had been BFs all their lives!
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Yes! I wish they did that...
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Really? I don't think it's my best work after all the others but thank you!
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in some parts it was not so good but i really like it i was wondering if i could make a recomendation for your next story
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What kind of story would that be?
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maybe harry potter and once upon a time cross over
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Check it out - it's called Harry Potter and the Land Without Magic x
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or u could do a avatar the last airbender story
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I don't know that film, sorry!
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