A/N: Okay, so some tumblr post made me think about a story where Bellamy is Regina and Robin Hood's Son, and Clarke is Emma Swan and Killian Jones' daughter. I thought it was perfect and I had to try to get it. In this Clarke is a high school senior, and Bellamy is a college senior. Please R&R!

Lily

"Clarke! Breakfast!" Emma yelled from the kitchen.

Clarke groaned as she stretched in bed. "It's Saturday, Mom!" She called as her fingers brushed against the wood of the headboard.

"Family breakfast, remember? Everyone will be here in fifteen minutes!"

"Shit." Clarke swore, jumping out of bed and running to brush her teeth. She regretted going out with Neal and Henry last night. They always got her into trouble. Last night was a fake ID and fun at the Rabbit Hole. She didn't feel hungover, but she didn't feel like she was great either. She had cotton mouth and dark circles under her eyes. She needed her concealer and eyeliner. She looked in the mirror, and could see both her parents in her. She had her father's blue eyes and her mother's features. She didn't have her mother's body though, nice and thin nearly effortlessly. Clarke did have larger breasts, though, and a more obvious hourglass. She knew she had to have gotten that from her father's side. Not that she really knew anyone on her father's side, only her mother's. That entire side of her mother's family and her brother's adoptive family was coming over.

It was a bit weird that her uncle was only four years older than her, her half-brother was a sixteen years older than her, her grandparents were the same age as her parents. She thought it was very messed up, but it was her life. It was her family. What she did not count as her family was her brother's adoptive brother. Bellamy Mills. He gave her hell for everything. His little sister wasn't so bad, though—she doted on Clarke, being four years younger. She wanted to do everything Clarke did. She wanted to be Clarke.

"Clarke didn't put on any more clothes than sweatpants. Her tank top showed that she wasn't wearing a bra, but she hated wearing them anyway. She braided her long blonde hair down her back. She looked like she hadn't been drinking the night before, in fact she looked effortlessly roll-out-of-bed pretty. Her favorite kind.

She found her father toasting toast for the grand breakfast while her mother flipped pancakes. Clarke already knew she needed to start cutting up the strawberries for on top of the pancakes. She knew how this worked. The family had been doing this since before she was born, and after the drama in the town stopped. It had been a quiet two decades. A wonderful two decades. But Clarke did feel rather bored.

"How late were you out young lady?" Her father asked. Her mother just turned fifty the last fall, and her father was at least five times six times that, the cradle robber.

"Henry and Neal wanted me to celebrate the acceptance." Clarke said.

"I don't know how I feel about you going to Georgia all by yourself? It's so far away."

"You guys will help me move in." Clarke said. "And I don't even know if I'm going there yet. I haven't heard back from the other schools."

"But you've been leaning towards there since you learned about it."

"You should be too, Daddy." Clarke said. "It is an all girl school. Keep those boys away from me. God forbid your daughter has sex."

Emma looked at her, and Clarke looked away.

"I'll come visit for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring Break, and Easter, okay?" Clarke said. "You'll hardly know I'm gone."

"But if you stay up north you can come over for weekends." Killian said. "I'll do your laundry for you."

"With your hook? It'll be all holey!" Clarke teased.

"Hey!" Killian said, before looking her over. "Are you sure you don't want to change?"

"I am positive. I didn't sign up for family breakfasts, I signed up for family dinners. I'll stick with the fuzzy socks and sweat pants." Clarke said. "I have no one to impress."

"Regina promised he'd be on his best behavior." Emma told her.

"And if he's not, I'll stick him for you."

Clarke laughed. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Either way, you and I are going shopping tomorrow." Emma told her.

"Yay. I need some new clothes." Clarke said. "And a new bra. Boobs grow even when you're seventeen, which is annoying."

"You're going to have to blame your dad's genes for that." Emma said. "I always wanted bigger boobs growing up."

"They're expensive." Clarke said. "Fifty dollar bras aren't that great."

"Good thing we're only an hour drive from Portland." Emma said. "Because that's where we're going."

"So I get to go to all the franchised stores. Victoria's Secret, Hot Topic, Forever 21…"

"Yes, all the trendy stores." Emma told her.

"I'm so excited." Clarke said. "Can we go sailing next weekend, then?"

"Of course." Her father said. "I knew she'd be a pirate."

"And a princess." Emma said.

"Get me a tiara." Clarke laughed.

"So where did the boys take you last night?"

"Movie, ice cream, the usual." Clarke lied, but her parents knew her too well.

"So the boys aren't going to come over here with hangovers?" Emma asked. "I know you were at the Rabbit Hole."

"No comment."

"So that's why you have concealer on under your eyes."

"I hate you both." Clarke said.

"No she doesn't." Killian said, walking over to his daughter, forcing her into a hug as she sliced the strawberries, and kissing her temple. "She loves us." He rocked her back and forth as Clarke laughed, letting him do so.

"I have a knife." She told him. "And do you really want strawberry juice on you?"

"I like strawberries." Killian said, releasing her.

The door opened. "Mom? Killian?" Henry called.

"Congratulations big brother, you're the first one here!" Clarke sang as Henry walked into the kitchen with sunglasses on.

"Damn, Clarke." Henry said. "I wish I didn't get hangovers like you."

"Where's Paige?" Clarke asked.

"Working at the hospital. She couldn't get out of it." Henry said, kissing his little sister on the cheek. "Asprin?"

"You know where it is." Emma said. "And stop taking my daughter to a bar."

Henry escaped from the room, going to the bathroom to get aspirin. "She told you?"

"No, I know you. And her. And Neal. She's the youngest. She's going to college in the fall. Do not give her alcohol." Emma said.

"Unless it's rum!" Killian cried.

Clarke started giggling, turning towards her dad to lean her head against his arm. "I'm the product of true love, alcohol has no effect on me."

"Tell that to the guy at the bar."

"What guy at the bar?" Emma and Killian said at the same time.

"Damnit, Henry!" Clarke cried.

"They'd find out from someone." Henry called back. "His name was Alex. They didn't do anything too bad. Just made out. And danced. And made out some more. She didn't give him her number."

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

"All right, Princess." Henry said.

That was her nickname. The first girl born into the royal family was always a princess. Her father called her a pirate princess. That was a part of her heritage as well, after all.

"You know it." Clarke smiled.

"We will discuss Clarke going to bars after breakfast." Emma said.

"You did worse."

"I was knocked up at your age, Clarke." Emma said. "Don't make me your role model."

"But you are my role model." Clarke said. "And we both know I can only have so much of a life here. I'm related to everyone. Doesn't make it easy to date."

"How do you know that you didn't make out with your cousin, then?"

"Well I'm not going to find out, will I?" Clarke said.

The door opened again. "Jonesies?" Neal cried.

"We're here!" Snow and David added.

Clarke put down her knife, and ran towards her uncle, her arms coming up to press her breasts into her chest so she would not get a black eye. She jumped on her uncle who was only three years her senior. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he caught her around her waist and picked her up.

"They know about last night. We're halfway in trouble." She warned, which is what the whole show was for. She and Neal looked scarily alike, though he has his mother's black hair, and his father's shade of blue eyes. There was a major resemblance between them. If they ever left Storybrooke everyone thought they were brother and sister. They never thought that with her actual brother, who was all dark hair and dark eyes.

She kissed both her grandparents on their cheeks in greeted. "Hey Gran and Gramps."

"Hey Clarke." Snow said.

"Parents in the kitchen?" David asked.

"Lacelot at the station?" Clarke replied.

"Of course. Even though it's been quiet lately, the next generation is getting rowdy." He looked at his son.

"You love us." Clarke kissed his cheek again.

"Do we all get greeted like that?" Bellamy said in the doorway behind her grandparents.

"You don't." Clarke said, before launching herself at his little sister, Octavia, who was just a female version of her brother. Dark eyes, olive skin, dark hair, high cheekbones. They were both gorgeous, which had to happen since their parents were unbelievably gorgeous—just like her parents. They were all just a good looking bunch. It had to be all the true love in the air.

Octavia hugged Clarke back, even though Clarke was a few years older, Octavia and her stood the same height. It was something Octavia loved and Clarke hated.

"Ignore him." Octavia told Clarke. "He just likes getting you to react."

"I know." Clarke said. That didn't stop her from reacting, though. Clarke hugged Regina, Robin, and jumped on Roland, who was six years her senior.

"I hear you have good news for us." Roland said.

"I do."

"And it's not about the big eighteenth next month?" He asked.

Clarke shook her head. "Once everyone is inside, I'll spill…until then…"

"Well, Bell has some news for the family too." He inched in closer to Clarke. "Please outshine what he has. He really needs to be put in his place right now. He's too far uppity to be around."

"Bellamy uppity?" Clarke asked. "I can't believe it." She pulled them all into the house. She made a note to text Wells-Lancelot and Guinevere's son—who was her best friend outside the family. She was definitely going over there after this morning. "If you brought food you know where it goes. I'll be right back." She ran upstairs to her room, where her phone was. She called Wells, but it went to his voicemail.

"Hey Wells, it's me. I know your dad's working today and I was thinking if your mom was too I could maybe come over after my whole family breakfast thing. I promise to make it worth your while." She hung up.

"Make it worth his while how?" Bellamy asked from the doorway of her room.

"Did I invite you upstairs?" Clarke asked him. "Because this room is a no asshat zone, and you, darling, are an asshat."

"I have been nothing but civil since I got here, and you've not even given me a hug, Princess. I feel left out."

"Don't call me that." Clarke said, she didn't like the tone he said it in, like it wasn't the good kind of nickname, like she was worth less. "Get out. We're going downstairs to join the fam."

"After you, Princess." He stood to the side.

Clarke passed him.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm going to outshine you."

"I'm four years younger than you, you shouldn't have to work to outshine me." Clarke replied. "Grow up, Bellamy Mills."

"All right, Princess."

XXX

"Since we've all eaten, what's the news?" Snow asked.

"Clarke." Killian said, looking towards his daughter.

"I got my first acceptance back." Clarke said. "My second choice, Agnes Scott in Georgia."

The congratulations came rolling in, and Regina laughed. "Funny enough, Bell got some news from that part of the country as well."

"I got in to Emory." Bellamy said. "Medical school."

"No." Clarke said loudly, causing everyone to look at her.

"What?" Robin asked.

"I was going far away so I could be on my own." Clarke said. "So I could get away from that thing." She gestured to Bellamy.

"Clarke." Emma reprimanded.

"No." Clarke said. "I play nice around the family. I committed to that. I dealt with him sleeping with my friends only to dump them after he gets in their pants. I've dealt with him making fun of me since we were kids. I chose a place that I knew he would never follow. It's the deep south! You hate the south."

"You did what?" Regina turned to look at her son.

"Oh yeah." Clarke said. "He fucked Alexandria too, and her little sister. He's slept his way though every available girl in town. The only girl who's above the age of consent and hasn't slept with him is me. He should probably get checked out. Who knows how many diseases he has. He has ruined every relationship I have ever been in, making it impossible to keep a boyfriend for more than a month. When I go over so I can hang out with Octavia when he's home from college there's always some girl being fucked in the next room we blew out the speakers in her bedroom trying to drown it out. I had to fix them." Clarke's anger was getting out of control, and sun, that was bright outside before now went behind a dark cloud. She was losing control. Her product of true love status sadly came with magic, much like her mother.

Neal stood up. "Clarke." He nodded towards the stairs. "Let's go to your room." There were only a few people that could calm her down, Neal was one of them.

Clarke nodded as lightning flashed.

"You're the reason why the weather men are wrong!" Bellamy called to her as they walked up the stairs.

Clarke turned around only to run into her uncle, who caught her by her shoulders, turned her around, and made her continue to walk up the stairs.

"Well, this was a good family gathering, wasn't it?" Henry said.

Everyone's eyes turned to Bellamy Mills, who was staring at the empty seat Clarke had previously been sitting in, furious.