Granny’s Diner chimed a warning — melodic and friendly — as Regina crossed the threshold of the diner, the fresh afternoon air replaced by the stagnant aroma of grease traps and burnt coffee grounds. Joy. The rhythmic clatter of silverware and the low hum of gossip died a sudden death as more than a dozen…

“Lancelot?” Mary Margaret’s gasp echoed off cracked stone walls, voice echoing back in the ruined room. “Lancelot, what’s going on?” The armored knight didn’t blink, eyes locked dead on Finn. Even with a weapon aimed right at him, his gauntlets sat at his sides, a smile still calm on his face. “You know, I figured…

“… the Infinite Forest.” After literally days after days of walking, the suffocating tree line finally opened up. One second, he’d been ducking another thick branch that hung too low and seemed magically and vindictively determined to keep smacking him right in the face. The next, all five of them stood right at the edge…

Sixty-nine bottles of beer on the wall… The Enchanted Forest actually had a rhythm to it that Finn was slowly starting to figure out. Without any ogres to send running or beat to death, he was kinda forced to sit with his thoughts for the last twelve hours. Of course, it helped that whistling along…

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“The hell was that?” Finn blinked down at her as Emma screamed the words back up at him, his boss’s voice sharp, frantic, and edged deep with way more confusion than anything close to actual panic.  Which — honestly — was fair enough.  My fault, boss lady. Considering he literally just Batman-ed his way out…

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuuuuuu- A roar broke through the night as Finn skidded through thick mud, hair plastered to his back as freezing water dripped off his naked skin. His bath in the river was pointless, his body more of a mess than it was just a minute ago. Ass caked with the grime and muck of the…

“Arm yourselves.” Emma Swan stared down at the spread of cold iron laid across the splintered wooden table, jaw tight as she eyed the edge of a broadsword. The late afternoon sun was bright enough, but under the thick canvas of the tent, it was almost dim. It was a blessing; a small one, but…