HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGAN! So I decided to do something special for you since this is technically your first birthday that I've been friends with you so, with a lot of help from some friends, we wrote you a bunch of mini fics to one shots to ficlets on a whole range of your favorite Once characters. Have an absolutely fantastic, amazing, awesome, hilarious magical birthday you lovely lady. You absolutely deserve it you Emma Swan you ;) Hope you like them!

11. Charming accidentally drinks a love potion and falls in love with Red! Snow obviously reacts in a Snow type of way. What does she do? Also, she enlists Emma and Henry to help her.

Written by: Lisa

"You sure this is a good idea, kid?" Emma asked, eyeing the potion they had somehow concocted nervously.

"Sure!" He replied eagerly, bouncing a little in his chair, tapping the glass with the fuming liquid excitedly, "It'll be so cool to see Prince Charming with super strength! What could possibly go wrong?"

Later that evening, Emma wished she had never gotten out of bed.

Mixing it into Charming's coffee was too easy. Emma watched as her father slowly looked up from his newspaper article, staring off into space.

"Dad?" Emma asked, approaching him worryingly, "You okay?"

"Where's Red?" he asked, his voice strange and his breathing a little off.

"Uh, what?" Emma asked, confused. Charming grabbed her arm a little urgently.

"Red! Where is she?" His pupils were huge and oh God, was he the magical equivalent of high?

"At work?" Emma tried, not really sure how to respond.

He was up in a flash and out the door before she could process what had happened.

"Come on!" She called after Henry, and they ran after him.

He ran the entire way.

He burst into the little café and looked around wildly. The racket drew everyone's attention, including Snow's, who sat in one of the booths, chatting with Red.

"Charming-?" Snow barely got out before he was kneeling down in front of Red, his expression reverent.

"Red Riding Hood," Charming announced in his princely tone, "I love you!"

The confusion was of truly epic proportions. The slap he received from Snow would last for days.

"He was just supposed to be super strong, like the Hulk," Henry lamented as Snow paced up and down in their little flat, Charming banished to the sofa while they talked. Emma felt five years old when faced with her mother's fury.

"I don't care what your intentions were, you should have known better then to mess around with magic! Both of you! What are we supposed to do? He thinks- he loves-" She couldn't continue, too red-faced and distraught to say anything. Charming murmured Red's name under his breath over and over.

Emma couldn't get past how creepy that was.

"We'll think of something," she promised her mother, drawing her into a hug. Then she mouthed to Henry, "Find Gold."

The kid was off like a shot.

"He gave me this," Henry announced as he came back. Snow was glaring at Charming and tapping her foot on the floor while Charming lay back on the sofa, his eyes closed. Whenever he sighed, "Red", Snow would hit him with the nearest available object.

Emma took the paper from Henry and unfolded it, reading the message:

"HAVE FUN! Take some pictures for me for blackmail purposes, would you, Emma dear? Enjoy your day! –Mr. Gold."

Emma crumpled up the paper.

"Little bastard," she hissed. Snow flicked Charming's nose and pinched his ear.

The weirdness was just too much for Emma.

"Walk with me, kid," she told Henry, snatching her coat and getting the hell out of the apartment.

When they came back, Charming was… singing. Badly. And out of tune.

"Red, dearest Red, how I love you so," he droned, "I want to kiss you in the new-fallen snow!"

"I'm not the one who's going to be falling," Snow gritted out, red-faced and huffing something fierce. When she spotted Emma, she grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her toward the liquor cabinet.

"Drinks. Now," she instructed, and Emma wasn't about to say no. She got out three glasses and poured out more whiskey then should be legal.

The singing got worse after that.

At around midnight, Charming fell silent, blinked a few times, and took a deep breath, shaking his head. The others watched him, Emma with some difficulty due to how totally plastered she was.

He instantly went red in the face.

"I'm in the doghouse, aren't I?" he asked meekly.

"Oh, you have no idea," Snow replied curtly, changing the channel and obstinately ignored him in favor of watching The Bachelor.