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"The curse is on our house."
âI donât care. Itâs too dangerous out there - you need to stay home.â
He shook his head vigorously. âI can take care of myself - what if something happened to you? We need you the most for this child.â
Emilia gave a small sigh, but decided he was right. âAlright, Iâll stay, but you need to promise me youâll be safe and come home as soon as youâve found them.â
âDamn.â She muttered under her breathe. Why on earth would the Prince need the slipper? She was the one who needed it most.Â
âAlrightâŠ.it is clearâŠsomething is going on.â Adele took a moment to clear her head and looked at the woman. âMaybe we canâŠhelp eachother.â She questioned, highly doubting the woman would help her after that little episode.Â
âYes, I gathered that.â Emilia agreed. She was relieved sheâd gotten to the slipper in time, but still wondered why this woman needed the same objects as desperately as she did.
She turned to be on her way, but she stopped at the womanâs words. âHelp each other?â She repeated. It wasnât an awful idea, but these objects had to be given to the witch. She couldnât just hand them over to her. âI think first we need to get on the same page. I need a cow as white as milk, a cape as red as blood, hair as yellow as corn...â She explained, referencing the hair around her neck. âAnd a slipper as pure as gold to give to a witch that promised my husband and I if we collected all of these for her then she would lift a curse she put on my husbandâs family and weâll finally be able to have a child.â She gave a small sigh. âI know I must sound completely mad.â
"Itâs not safe to be alone in the woods. Donât you know what kind of creatures are out here?"
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âIâm not alone, well I wasnât alone. My husband shouldnât be too far from here.â
 Emilia snapped back, refusing to loosen her grip. No, she had worked far too hard to find this. This stranger wasnât taking her only chance to be a mother away.Â
Once the hair was split it had thrown the other woman to the ground, but had lead Emilia to trip backwards into a tree.
"Well there you have it." Emilia retorted with a huff as she propped herself upright to her feet. They each now carried hair as yellow as corn.
Once the hair was hers, she wrapped it around her neck to keep it secure. There was no way she would let this go now.Â
âThere. Now all I need is the golden slipperâŠâ
Emilia was sure to keep hold to her own strands of the hair in case the woman decided to take that as well.
âWell youâll have to speak to the prince about that. He has the other one.â
I have returned! Sorry for the disappearance. Emilia had decided to stop being a pain in the ass and actually return. I missed you darlings!
-TACKLES THE WIFEY-Â
* IS TACKLED * I MISSED YOU!
I have returned! Sorry for the disappearance. Emilia had decided to stop being a pain in the ass and actually return. I missed you darlings!
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I am terrible and I'm so sorry for completely disappearing for so long. Ever since I returned from California life (work included) has been insanity and my muse for Belle had skyrocketed, leaving Emilia not much of a chance. I'm going to try to be back and on more often! I miss all my loves!
When muns plot against their muses
When muses are sarcastic with each other
But muns are best buds
When muns take delight in their roleplay
Then get angsty over their writing
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» Alternate Verses ~ Updated
Happily Ever After
Emilia never had that moment in the woods with the prince. She refused his offer, knowing her heart surely belongs to her baker. In her attempts of fleeing the angry giant, she does in fact still fall from the tree, but it is not as severe and she does survive with a broken shoulder and heavy bruising. She is now safe at home with Henri and their beautiful prize, William.
No One Leaves For Good
Emilia has passed away, leaving her husband behind to raise their child as well as Little Red with the former princess, Ella. Now she can return to him as his and their sonâs guardian angel and guide him when she feels he still needs her. The only ones who she will allow see her is Henri and their son.
A Prince For Whatever
There moment in the woods was much more than just a moment. The prince and Emilia sneak away to meet in the woods often and in time fall in love (not just lust) with each other, eventually leading them to leave their spouses behind and marry each other, giving Emilia the role of princess. Emiliaâs fall never took place and she now lives with the prince and her son.
Modern
Emilia lives in New York City with her husband in a small apartment above their bakery. The couple has tried for many years for a child, but were never able to conceive on their own. Now with the option of in vitro fertilization, sheâs picked up another job as a secretary for their next door neighbor in hopes of saving up enough money so that they can finally have a child of their own.
Asylum (American Horror Story) Face Claim: Sarah Paulson
After years of not being able to have a child Emiliaâs depression has spiraled out of control, becoming too much for Henri to handle on his own. As a last resort he had no chance but to check her in to Briarcliff with hope they could help her. There as a patient she spends most of her time in the asylumâs bakery finding that to be her only sense of comfort.
Iwishforachild liked the thing.
Mark was doing his usual rounds of Alphabet City when the sun began to go down. He knew not to be out on the unforgiving streets when it was dark. Sure they had street lights, but all that seems to do was illuminate the violence. Mark picked up his pace when he saw a woman come towards him. He stopped a moment. âMiss, you need to get inside.â He said iwishforachild
Emilia had finished work at the office much later than she had anticipated, but she had been more work than usual that day to accomplish by tomorrow. Finally, when she did get out it was dark. Of course her first thought was to hail a cab home, but she saw not a single one and decided it wasn't worth the wait. With a sigh she continued down the street, giving a small jump at the sudden voice behind her. She quickly turned around her. "I'm just on my way home."
"I know I must look crazy for not wanting any helpâŠ" She murmured after a moment. "But I canât live here forever, Emilia, I have to learn how to do this on my own or Iâm never going to be able to." She kissed her daughterâs hair softly, finally calming her enough that her snores mingled with her brotherâs. "Of course I need help sometimes butâŠI can do this, I just need to remember that I can sometimes." She looked down at her twins, so precious they were. They were the only things that still truly held her to this world. Sheâd never leave them behind if she could. Rapunzel knew that sheâd do anything to keep them aline, no matter what.
"Not crazy....stubborn." Emilia admitted, bluntly. She supposed Rapunzel had a point though she had no reason to leave them anytime soon. She needed help at least in the beginning. Emilia could hardly handle William by herself and their guest had twins! "You know you're welcome to stay here as long as you need, Rapunzel." She reminded her. Of course she knew she would want to leave to be on her own at some point, but the mere idea upset Emilia. "This is your home too."
"Momma!" Danny crowed, reaching up for her with flour-covered hands, "Mess, Momma!" He beamed, clearly proud of his work.
"Danny!" Emilia cooed back with a chuckle as she scooped him up into her arms. What difference had it made? She was already a mess from working. "I certainly see that." She said, tapping a finger to his nose, leaving a flour mark. "I think perhaps someone needs a bath tonight."
i was gonna make more of these but it took a lot fucking longer than i thought it would so i didnât.
happy valentines day suckers
Omfg this is beautiful. Sending this to the husband and wifey:Â ittakestwxofus
stopthinkingaboutthewoods
If you know what you need, then you find it, take it. Did they want a child or not? Some golden rules had to be bent on this mission.
When the woman fought back, her grip tightened as she continued to pull. âI need it to get out of here!â She shouted to her, Adele grunted as she pulled at the hair.
But the hair could only take so much pressure. The locks split down the middle, sending the Bakers wife landing on her bottom, yellow hair still in her hand.
"And you think I don't?!" Emilia snapped back, refusing to loosen her grip. No, she had worked far too hard to find this. This stranger wasn't taking her only chance to be a mother away.
Once the hair was split it had thrown the other woman to the ground, but had lead Emilia to trip backwards into a tree.
"Well there you have it." Emilia retorted with a huff as she propped herself upright to her feet. They each now carried hair as yellow as corn.
Smiling tiredly, she cooed at the baby in her arms. They were both already starting to get so big. It wouldnât be very long before they couldnât all safely fit in their bed together. She supposed when they were both older they would all be able to fit plenty safely just not so comfortably with two toddlers kicking and overheating her bed in the middle of the night. For now, she relished in hearing her sonâs soft snores, soon accompanied by his sisterâs little coos and quiet whines for attention. âIâm here.â She whispered into her daughterâs soft curls, they each had half of her to themselves, propped up slightly just in case. She hated sleeping like this, but for them, sheâd do it.Â
Emilia was quickly realizing how stubborn Rapunzel could be. If only she'd accepted help willingly, she wouldn't be so exhausted. Usually Emilia was quick to return the stubborn manner, but being as tired as she was she simply didn't put up the fight anymore. She offered and if it wasn't accepted then she backed off. She wished though that her almost sister were more open to her assistance. Still she wouldn't push it. Instead Emilia tidied up the small mess accumulating on the changing table and made her way for the door. "Well if there isn't anything else you need, I'll be going." She announced, quietly. "But if you need me, just call."
"Iâm your wife."
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"And . . I guess that would make me your husband," Henri replied, smiling slightly at the woman. He took a step forward, extending a hand out. "Henri . . Itâs nice to meet you officially."
Emilia was nervous. She had been the entire day, marrying a complete stranger. Did he notice? She hoped he hadnât noticed. He seemed kind to her relief, but everything was so awkwardâŠso new. She extended her hand to his and gave him a smile in return.
"Itâs nice to meet you, Henri. Iâm Emilia." She glanced around the room and finally back to him. "YouâŠ.we run a bakery?"
Henri nodded slowly as he brought his hand back, immediately shoving them into the pockets of his apron, more to keep them from fidgeting about nervously. Gerta- the woman that had raised him for the vast majority of his life- had set the marriage up with Emiliaâs parents on his behalf. Apparently she was concerned about the young baker living alone.
"Um. yes⊠we," he repeated with a nervous laugh. it was such an odd concept: we. His whole life it had just been him; even Gerta was more of an absent presence. Old, senile- not the most reliable of caretakers.
"Have you ever baked bread before?" he asked.Â
Emilia took a step back into her former place after shaking Henri's hand. How romantic. She thought, sarcastically. It wasn't exactly what she pictured. Marrying a man she didn't love, let alone one she even knew. The ridiculous part of her imagined one day she'd wed a prince and live in a large castle with grand balls and gowns, but those ridiculous dreams got her no where. At the very least she liked Henri; as a person anyway.Â
At his question she shook her head. "I'm afraid I haven't." To her she seemed an inadequate match for him. She couldn't even bake bread. What type of wife would she make? She wondered if he felt the same way.
