Love spell
Raquel asked for a oneshot of Snow being under a love spell and wanting to leave Charming. Based on the situation in "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" between Ronald Weasley and Romilda Vane. Let's hope Snow doesn't need a bezoar!
"Get off me, I want to see Rumple." Snow said, putting an extra sickeningly sweet intonation on Rumple's name. Rumplestiltskin had been showing Emma how difficult love spells were. He aimed one at the door (they do not work on inanimate objects) without realising Snow was coming into the shop to see how Emma was getting on and offer her a lift home. Fortunately Rumplestiltskin hadn't been creating a particularly powerful spell so had promised the infatuation would wear off by the end of the day. This was currently of little comfort to Emma, Henry and Charming who were trying to keep her confined in the apartment. It was particularly hurtful for Charming. He knew Snow was just under a spell but still- they were married!
"No mom, remember, Rumple said he'd meet you here. If you go looking for him you might miss him and you'll spend all day looking for each other." Emma said, fighting off the strong urge to gag. Snow seemed to relax, however, so it was worth the traumatic image.
"Good point." Snow agreed. She moved over and sat down on the chair. She reached forward and grabbed a small notepad and pen from the coffee table. "While I wait for my love to return to me I shall write him a list of reasons why I love him from his luxurious brown locks to his itty bitty toes." Snow giggled like a schoolgirl as she began her list, sighing overdramatically here and there.
"What do we do now?" Henry whispered to his mom and grandpa.
"We leave her." Charming whispered back. "I suspect under the potion's effects she could be writing until it wears off. We just burn the list before anyone can look at it."
"Agreed." Emma and Henry said together. It was also an unspoken agreement that they would never bring this day up again when it was eventually over.