Bullies

Jokermask18 asked for a oneshot of Emma saving Neal from some bullies. For ease of writing I've manipulated the ages some characters should really be.

"Go on Hans!" One of his brothers, Franz, called to him where all his brothers stood watching.

"Yeah, show that puny Prince who's boss!" Another brother, Jurgen, added. All of Hans' brothers had goaded him into doing this. They told his he had to be tough and get into the tough kids crowd if they were ever going to accept him. Today on the head of the tough kids crowd- Gaston's- agenda was picking on Prince Neal. Neal was known to be a gentle boy who hated confrontation, making him an easy target for the bullies. Of course if they thought he'd tell his parents then all the bullies would be in deep trouble, he was the number one prince in the land. Gaston towered over him menacingly, a sick grin on his face.

"I don't even think you're the real Prince." Gaston sneered. "I think they found you, an abandoned little orphan, and they felt sorry for you so they took you in. Bet they're sorry they did that now. Look at you, how will you ever be a good ruler?"

"Um yeah." Hans added somewhat uncertainly.

"I am their real son." Neal mumbled without looking at Gaston or Hans. He could hear all of Hans' brothers laughing in the background and he was totally mortified at how weak he was.

"Oh yeah?" Gaston said sarcastically, prodding Neal hard in the shoulder. "Prove it."

"I don't fight. You shouldn't fight with people, it's not nice." Neal said, trying to defuse the situation. All this did was make Gaston laugh.

"You really are a wuss. Well I'm going to beat the wuss out of you and you can just tell mommy and daddy that you tripped like the clumsy idiot you are…" The sound of a whistle from above them interrupted Gaston. Everyone looked up to see Princess Emma sitting in a nearby tree with a bucket.

"Neal, come over beside the tree please." She said. Neal didn't need told twice. He scurried over whilst Hans and Gaston were too dumbfounded to move. When her brother was safely out of the way Emma tossed the contents of the bucket over Gaston, Hans and all his brothers- red paint.

"Next time I catch any of you or your stupid crew near my little brother the red stuff you're covered in won't be paint!" She warned as they fled. Emma gracefully swung down from the tree and landed with a soft thud beside Neal. "You ok?" She asked. He nodded, too ashamed to give a proper answer. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were being picked on?" Neal shrugged his shoulders. "Well fine then. If you won't talk to me I'll just tell mom and dad and you can explain to them…"

"No don't!" Neal begged. "I'll talk." He promised. Emma gave him her full attention. "Gaston and his thugs know I don't like fighting. They use it as an excuse to try and knock me around a little and call me names. It's ok though, they haven't done any real damage." Emma's heart sank for the seven year old. She might only be a year older but she felt so much wiser sometimes. Emma was a lot tougher than Neal.

"Listen bro, if anyone tries to pick on you again you come straight to me, you here? I won't have anyone pick on you or any of my siblings. We're family, we stick together, alright?" Neal nodded as Emma put an arm around him to lead him home. She would need to keep a close eye on him when he was playing in the forest. She meant it- nobody picked fights with Neal or any of the rest of her siblings.