Waking them up
Kate asked for a oneshot of the sleeping curse being broken by younger Emma in Snow's dream state. Hope this is what you're after?
Warning: LONG rant ahead, skip to the line if you want to avoid it!
Ok, normally I just delete these reviews and move on with my life, but nah, this one I'm naming and shaming. Or at least I would be if they had the actual guts to so much as log in, but they don't. Anyway, latest fun review:
"Seriously? They took Hook's side. The murderer. When Snow found out who killed Eva, she murdered her. She's a hypocritical b*** to not be on Charming's side when he's hurt this bad. And Emma obviously doesn't live her Dad either in this verse. I knew you hated Charming but to have his family take the side of his father's murderer andnot comfort him is just freaking Awful! You ma'am are a disgrace to real Charming Family fans!"
So ama go ahead and break this one down bit by bit. Firstly, no, I don't hate Charming. You're being a silly sausage. I'm not going to write a story called "Our Charming family" and hate Charming, am I? Silly billy.
Secondly, now now, there's no need for the name calling of fictional characters. You'll hurt their feelings. No, Emma doesn't live her dad. It would be a bit weird if she pretended to be him fully, would it not? Also, I don't write poetry, I don't write verses, dear.
Thirdly, they did not take Killian's side in this, that's not how I saw it, anyway. They were just more calm about the situation than Charming as he was closer to it. See, the thing is, I'm not making you read my stories. You've obviously read some before, if you don't like them, it's quite a simple solution. It will cost you £0.00 now and £0.00 a month from now on: don't read them.
Next, I can't help but laugh that you're clearly trying to insult me but are still calling me ma'am. Lol.
Now, in all seriousness folks, I am a grown ass woman who doesn't give 2 hoots about what some little cowardly keyboard bully has to say about my writing. I enjoy doing it, and it appears some other people do so I'll keep writing. The reason I sometimes reply to these people isn't because they've upset me, it's because people a lot younger than me use this site to flex their writing muscles. They deserve a safe, constructive environment to do so. Therefore, I will do my bit to deter the nasty cowards on here who clearly think they're the next JK Rowling. Probably because their delusional from lack of oxygen with their heads being up their own arses for so long.
So, my cowardly little friend, if you so badly wish me to hear your voice, then do me a favour and grow a pair and log in and say it to my face. You can even PM my fanfic twitter account if you desire. If not, then do me a favour and sod off back to your basement.
The burning room always felt so lonely. You were trapped in more ways than one. Not only could you not move from the small patch of ground where the flames did not reach, you were trapped for hours on end with only your darkest thoughts to keep you company. Snow spent her time in that room thinking about her failings. How she had failed Charming by telling Regina's secret all those years ago. If she hadn't, they wouldn't be cursed now. Most of her failings all came from that one moment. If she wasn't cursed now, she would be able to be a proper mother to Neal. Emma wouldn't have gone through the wardrobe. She would have had a happy childhood. Henry would have been able to be raised by her and not his lonely little world. Snow pulled her knees closer to her. This was her fault.
"It's lonely in here, huh?" Snow looked up. She may have only heard that exact voice once before, but she would recognise it anywhere. It was Emma. The Emma Snow had seen years before when she touched the unicorn and had a vision of her daughter.
"Emma?" Snow asked, even though she could see through the flickering flames that it clearly was her daughter. She nodded. She began to walk forward. "Careful!" Snow called out, but the young Emma didn't seem to worry. She didn't need to, either. She walked through the flames like they weren't there at all until she was by her mother's side. Emma then crouched down, smiling. Snow reached out a hand, placing it on Emma's cheek. Despite walking through the flames, this Emma was solid. Her skin was soft to the touch.
"How?" Snow asked her, mesmerised.
"The me you know in Storybrooke is well, don't worry." This Emma assured her mother. "I'm not really here." Snow gave this Emma a confused look. "Well, not exactly. It's complicated. Because I have magic, I can be in more than one place at a time." This Emma grinned. "The other me just doesn't know it. It was her that sent me." Emma explained. She placed her hand on top of Snow's. "She misses having you and dad together. Seeing you go away to wake dad up just there, it was the final straw. I'll be tired up there, and I won't even know it's because I sent so much of my magic down here to do this. It's time this curse was ended." Before Snow could ask anymore questions, the young Emma leaned in and kissed her mother's forehead. Snow closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again, she was sitting up in her bed in Storybrooke. Snow was still in shock. Was this it?
