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!
15. Granny is having a bad ass day. No wait everyone is. There is a legitimate bad ass day when everyone gets back to the enchanted forest. The biggest bad ass move of the day wins.
Written by: Lisa
Granny looked up from the order she was scribbling down, staring off into the distance. Red saw her go still out of the corner of her eye, and after setting down the dishes for their patrons; she went over and put a hand on Granny's sleeve.
"Granny? Are you okay?" Red asked. Granny looked over to her.
"It's happening again, darling," she said. Red's eyes went wide.
"You mean-"
"Yes," she replied, nodding slightly, "I'm feeling badass today."
Red closed the café as Granny grabbed her crossbow.
Emma was awoken by Henry.
"Mm, what?" she demanded, rolling over and trying to sleep. Her son kept shaking her arm until she faced him again, groaning in protest.
"It's happening again!" he told her excitedly.
"What is?" Emma asked, sitting up and checking her phone's display. Almost noon. Far too early.
"They're having a badass competition in the square again!" Henry announced, jumping up and down, "Come on, you have to come!"
"Oh my sweet flying Jesus on a motorbike, why?" Emma demanded, "And you! I thought I said not to use that word."
"Aw, come on! It's just a word!" Henry protested as Emma hurried to get dressed.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
One arrow after the other, hitting dead center.
Snow was feeling rather good about herself.
Red's metamorphosis and the parkour had been impressive, and when Snow and Granny teamed up to show off their marksmanship, nobody could look away.
Even charming, who'd juggled three flaming swords, looked positively love-struck and impressed. And competitive.
Oh, it was on.
Snow turned on her heel and fired an arrow at Grumpy. The crowd gasped as it sailed over his head, right through his cap, and pinned it to the nearest wall.
The other dwarves had to hold him back as he began to yell, and dragged him away.
Mr. Gold watched the proceedings on the sidelines, smiling to himself.
"All right, yeah, no," Emma announced as she drove up onto the scene with Henry, hopping out of the car, "This ends here before the whole town gets killed or somebody burns the place to the ground. Go home, all of you!"
"But we need to know who's most badass!"
"You want to know? Fine, that would be me. Now leave," Emma told them.
"Wait, whoa, hold up," Snow said, frowning as she approached her daughter, "What makes you the most badass?"
Emma gave her mother a look.
"I gave birth to a kid in jail. Without anesthetic. Or anything. Because the idiots didn't get there in time. Did I mention I was in jail?"
The town silently agreed that Emma was, indeed, the most badass.
She even had a trophy made.