Mistakes (Once Upon A Time; Emma/Snow; G; #343: Mistake)
Working Title: Mistakes
Author: Pirate Turner
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Mary Margaret (Snow White)
Rating: G
Challenge: #343: Mistake
Summary:
Date Written: 27 October, 2012
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to ABC and Disney, not the author.
She'd told herself she was mistaken about her bond with Mary Margaret as often as she'd told herself she'd been mistaken to give Henry up -- and as often as she'd told herself missing him was a mistake, too. She'd told herself that she was wrong, that it was only friendship, that she was not in love with another woman.
And then her world had turned upside down, the impossible had become reality, and the other woman who made her tingle like no other ever had, like she'd only ever read about in trashy romance novels when she'd been a teenager . . . That other woman had proved to be no other than her mother!
Emma knew she was crazy. She had to be to feel that way about her mother, and yet the identity of her birth parents hadn't lessened the sparks she felt whenever Mary Margaret, or Snow White, touched her hand, whispered in her ear, or even just came close. It had made her more confused about the ways of the heart than ever before. It puzzled her. It bewildered her. It made her know she was sick in the head and made her sick in the heart, as well.
But it didn't lessen her feelings for her. Emma was beginning to wonder, and worry, that nothing ever would, and worse yet, by her thoughts trained, twisted, and subdued by the modern world, that she didn't want those feelings to be stopped or lessened but only shared by her mother.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Mary Margaret (Snow White)
Rating: G
Challenge: #343: Mistake
Summary:
Date Written: 27 October, 2012
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to ABC and Disney, not the author.
She'd told herself she was mistaken about her bond with Mary Margaret as often as she'd told herself she'd been mistaken to give Henry up -- and as often as she'd told herself missing him was a mistake, too. She'd told herself that she was wrong, that it was only friendship, that she was not in love with another woman.
And then her world had turned upside down, the impossible had become reality, and the other woman who made her tingle like no other ever had, like she'd only ever read about in trashy romance novels when she'd been a teenager . . . That other woman had proved to be no other than her mother!
Emma knew she was crazy. She had to be to feel that way about her mother, and yet the identity of her birth parents hadn't lessened the sparks she felt whenever Mary Margaret, or Snow White, touched her hand, whispered in her ear, or even just came close. It had made her more confused about the ways of the heart than ever before. It puzzled her. It bewildered her. It made her know she was sick in the head and made her sick in the heart, as well.
But it didn't lessen her feelings for her. Emma was beginning to wonder, and worry, that nothing ever would, and worse yet, by her thoughts trained, twisted, and subdued by the modern world, that she didn't want those feelings to be stopped or lessened but only shared by her mother.
The End