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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
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- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
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Dark Castle
When Jefferson followed Rumple into the main hall of his castle, the last thing he expected to see was a four-year-old hanging upside down under a table by yarn while her nanny stood beside the table with her head in her hands shaking with laughter. He raises an eyebrow at the Imp, nodding at the odd scene in silent question. "Trista," Rumple asks, appearing just as confused as Jefferson," if you didn't want to mess with her all you had to do was send her to her room, not tie her up with your yarn."
"It was all her idea, Dark One," Trista says, sobering immediately when she notices the men. "I was sewing one of her dresses when she went silent and I grew worried, I just found her like this seconds before you."
"I believe it." Rumple uses his magic to untangle the child and set her gently on her feet I front of him. Jefferson clears his throat, gaining the Imp's attention again. "Trista, if you don't mind doing your job, Jefferson and I have business to discuss." Trista drops into a deep curtsy, taking Aveena's hand in hers and walking down the hall to the play room Rumple had created when Aveena was two. Not that she spent much time in there anyway; she usually brought her toys in here and played while he worked or spun. When he was certain they wouldn't be overheard by little ears, Rumple closes the doors and sits down at the head of the long table that sat in the middle of the room. "I trust you have what I asked for."
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," Jefferson grumbles, setting a hand-sized gold disk down on the table, the tangle of gold chains connected to it rattling. "Straight from a group of Huns, they seemed agitated that they couldn't pawn it off for a higher price, but I mentioned your name and you got it for a discount." He reaches back into his carry bag for Rumple's purse. "What are you gonna use that for?"
Rumple smiles, a smile that made Jefferson's blood run cold. "An old friend of mine deserves a little present." He looks down at the thick disk, taking in the Chinese markings on the front that named it for what it was. Yes, the Wraith may come in handy once his curse is broken and he has no further need of Regina.
Storybrooke
I cough slightly as the purple cloud of magic disappears, waving my hand in front of my face just to make sure it was gone. I hated the feel of it when it wasn't my papa's magic or my own, it felt wrong somehow. Gripping the sword in my hand tightly, I walk over to the group of people gathering on the street. "Um, excuse me," I call out uncertainly," could anybody tell me whether they've seen my papa?" Emma Swan looks at me over her shoulder, one of her hands holding onto the little boy I never thought I'd see again. "Jesus, Henry!" I pull him into a hug, dropping to my knees so that he and I are on the same level.
"I missed you too, Morgan," he smiles, pulling back slightly.
"Aveena, my real name's Aveena." He shrugs, his smile widening. "You already knew that, didn't you, squirt?" He nods, the book of fairy tales tucked under one of his arms. "And you kept it from me this entire time?"
"I didn't know how you'd react."
"Okay, so, you happily tell me what color your puke is, but not that Regina put a curse on everybody and I'm actually a badass with a sword? God, I've had a bigger influence on you than I thought." Henry laughs, moving to stand next to his biological mom again. Emma gives me a weird look, putting her hand on Henry's shoulder again. She's protective of him—mother's instincts finally kicking in after ten years. "I'm Aveena." I hold out a hand for her to shake, keeping Excalibur close to my side. She shakes my hand slowly, looking suspicious and slightly concerned.
"Gold's daughter," she asks.
"Rumple's, actually." I rock back onto the balls of my feet and bounce slightly. "Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. I'm gonna go find my papa now." Where was he anyway? Back in the store, I close my eyes and focus on using the new magic, trying to locate where papa might be when he and a woman walks into the store. Her tangled brown hair and torn old lady clothes made it hard to really tell who she was until she turned around. "Belle," I shout, shooting forward and tackling the other woman in a hug. Belle's blue eyes widen in shock, but once she realizes who I am she hugs me back with a laugh.
"I've missed you too," she smiles, sitting up with me. "What on earth are you wearing?" I look down at my outfit with a shrug, seeing nothing wrong with it; short shorts, a Game of Thrones shirt, and my Doctor Who converses. Upon seeing my confused look she elaborates. "I've only ever seen you in dresses that Rumple had tailored for you." Oh, I get it now, she's shocked that I'm not in a dress or something really girly.
"These shorts are more comfy," I shrug, puling at the dark red cotton as papa goes to the back of the store to find Belle a suitable outfit instead of the hospital clothes she was wearing now. "How the hell are you even here right now? Papa said you were dead." She blushed, looking down at the floor and pushing some of her hair behind her ears.
"Regina kidnapped me and locked me away to hurt Rumple." The wicked bitch of the West strikes again, I think to myself with a scowl, standing up with Belle. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, she hates Papa and one of the best ways to hurt him is to go after the woman he fell in love with. "Anyway, did I miss anything while I was away?"
"We thought Snow White was a murderer for a while," I shrug," earthquakes nearly made me pee myself, and I've made the honor roll two years running." Belle smiles at me, pulling me into another, gentler hug. "I've missed you so much." I looked up to Belle when I was younger, she was an actual Princess and knew how to read and write—she could stick up for herself! Trista could do none of that, she was afraid of what Papa might do to her and I was too. He isn't exactly known for his forgiving nature; people tend to focus more on the fact that he turned a potential suitor of mine into a bug and stepped on him….Repeatedly. Papa comes back into the room, a bundle of clothing and a pair of shoes in his arms.
"You can change behind the curtain." Belle smiles I thanks, taking the clothes and walking into the back room. The second she's out of sight, Papa basically picks me up in a bear hug, one that I return with enthusiasm. "I've missed you so much, little bird. You have no idea of the hell I was in while you were still cursed and I could do nothing to help you." Nodding, I tighten my grip on his expensive suit. "I love you more than anything." Not more than Bae. I can feel tears building up and do nothing to hold them back. Sometimes tears are a good thing, everyone deserves to have a good cry every once in a while. "Now we can find your older brother."
"B-Bae's here? In Storybrooke?"
"Not in Storybrooke, no. He's in this world somewhere, and we need to find him so we can be a whole family again." How can we be whole without a mom? As if reading my thoughts, Papa pulls away slightly to look down and study my face. "Are you alright, you're a bit pale."
"Fine, this all just a lot to take in right now." He nods, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"I'll have Belle watch the shop for a few minutes so I can take you home. I have a feeling your old friend will be waiting for us there." He was right as he so often is—Trista was sitting on the front porch steps, her cat Tom sitting I her lap and purring contentedly when we walk over to them. "You see, Aveena, my feelings are right most of the time. Like that feeling I had about the Thai food we ate last week, bad feeling equals food poisoning." I snort, unbuckling my seat belt and hopping out of the car.
"Aveena," Trista sighs in relief, standing and hugging me. Is everyone in a hugging mood today, or am I going nuts? "Dark One."
"Trista." Papa nods in acknowledgment, gently pushing Tom away using his cane.
"You still need your cane," I notice, eyebrows scrunching together. He lets out a humorless laugh, giving me a shrug that said What can ya do. "But….You never needed it before. Did the curse do this to you?"
"Ah, I'd rather not discuss it in front of the help right now." His superior look fades to a humbler one at a stern look from me. "What I meant to say was nice to see you again, Trista." I continue to watch him until he holds out a hand for my old nanny to shake. "Now, if you'll both excuse me, I have a certain queen to talk to about leaving this place." I make to follow him, but he holds me back with a hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you just stay here with Trista? You both could have a movie night and when I'm finished, I'll swing by to pick you up and you, Belle, and I can have dinner at the shop."
"Alright, Papa, but be careful. The people around here might try something."
"I'm always careful, don't worry." He looks around, as if one of the townspeople would pop out and try to stake him at any given second, which if I was being completely honest, could actually happen. "But until I'm back, I want you inside at all times with the doors locked. Not everyone in Storybrooke is stupid enough to go after me..." The smart ones would come for me.
Dark Castle
Aveena looks around the room cautiously, making sure it was completely empty before running over to the long table that took up most of the space. She was curious about what her Papa's visitor had brought earlier today and since Rumple was busy scolding Trista this was her best chance to sneak a look. With her tongue peeking out from between her lips, she wriggles her way onto the table where the strange object sat next to an octagonal gold container. It was the shiniest thing she's ever seen before, the moonlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows hitting the disk and making it glow with an otherworldly quality. She was itching to touch it, some instinct hidden deep within her urging her to grab it and run; that if she could hide it well enough no one would know she was the thief.
Just as she stretched out a small hand to grab the disk, another hand latches onto her wrist, her fingers stopping inches away from the gold. The hand holding hers in place is a green-gold color, the skin resembling scales rather than actual flesh, though they were smoother than most; they also belonged to the man she called Papa, which meant she was in big trouble. "And what do you think you're doing in here without an adult around, Aveena?" His voice is hard and makes her flinch, looking up at him with wide eyes. Instead of the furious expression she thought would meet her gaze, she finds worry.
"What is it?"
"Something that may or may not be of use to me later on." He uses magic to raise the disk and place it in the container, making sure the lid was snapped closed before he let go of her wrist. "You're not to touch that, do you understand? It would hurt you badly and hurt me even worse."
"Okay, Papa."
Just as a heads up for season three, Rumple and Pan aren't related in this story—it was creepy in my opinion, so they're just ex-best friends.
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