Summary: When Cupid puts a love potion in Storybrooke’s water supply on Valentine’s Day, all kinds of chaos ensues. Can the heroes find a way to reverse the spell and bring peace back to their overly loving community?
Day dawned crisp and clear, the sun shining down on the snow that had blanketed
Storybrooke overnight, making it sparkle like tiny diamonds. Emma woke
slowly, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the security of Killian’s arms
How would a meeting between Frederick Chilton and Bedelia Du Maurier go?
He’s run into her several times at conferences and social events. Every time he sees her, he is so gobsmacked by her beauty he ends up making a complete idiot of himself. The normally sharp tongued Dr. Chilton is dumbstruck around her. Once he managed to spill pinot noir all over himself; another time she pointed out that he had gotten caviar on his tie.
Bedelia is one of the few people Frederick has never been rude to, if only because he has never been able to manage more than a few syllables in her presence.
(Bedelia finds it slightly amusing and takes pleasure in tormenting him)
You sat watching the news with Steve, you didn’t particularly like watching it but it was certainly a way to stay informed. Steve had an arm over your shoulder and you were leaning against his side. The T.V. was currently on mute, since the rotten yam was talking, and Steve always got really angry when he listened to that idiot speak. You barely noticed when he turned the sound back on. Then Steve spoke.
“Who’s Martin Luther King?” he asked you. You looked up, confused by his question. You looked from him to the T.V where it clearly showed a picture of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Then it clicked, Steve was on ice when the Civil Rights movement was at its peak.
“Oh… yeah you wouldn’t know about him,” you mumbled more to yourself, “Well… he was a Reverend and he was one of many people who fought for the rights that black people have today. Today is his birthday. But um, he promoted non-violent ways of protesting segregation, and laws that were made to keep black people poor and uneducated. He orchestrated marches and sit-ins, and he, along with the NAACP, made the world listen for once. People like to say he died for his cause… The United States Government had him assassinated and then they began revising history to make themselves look good. It’s still happening. Every time I hear ‘Martin Luther King would be ashamed by the rioting happening’ come out of a white person’s mouth I just want to snatch out their tongue. Dr. King was a man for his people and for God. He called riots the language of the unheard. He and Malcolm X, the sorta head of this group called the Black Panthers, had a sort of understanding with each other. Their methods were different but the end goal was the same. King practiced civil disobedience, meaning he instructed black people to sit in at the counters of diners, and got to bathrooms for whites. Malcolm X promoted getting our rights by any means necessary.”
“I don’t understand why white people feel the need to tell you what is the right way to protest injustice,” he said honestly, and you smiled a little.
“Me neither babe. I just know that the only thing Dr. King would have been upset about is that ugly ass pumpkin, and the racial injustices that are still going on today.”
“So… this day is to honor Martin Luther King and all that he fought and stood for?”
“Yeah. I suppose the least they could do was give the man a holiday. There’s a movie, several hundred documentaries, and more books than I can even imagine.”
“Can we watch a movie?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you agreed, getting up to grab the remote and find one on one of the many platforms to do so. You sat together watching Selma and afterwards Steve was quiet and contemplative.
“Y/N… I know things seem like America is taking 300 steps back… and I mean maybe it is. I remember what it was like to grow up in the forties and watch the lives of black people from the outside, and then I always wondered why? Why weren’t they allowed where I was allowed? Why did people treat them differently from they way they treated me? I fought alongside men of color who were ready to lay down their life for a country that didn’t give a damn about them. I still couldn’t understand why this historically abused group of people would even budge to help the country that abused them. It’s important that no one ever let’s Americans forget what it was built on. No one is allowed to forget that slave labor built the White House, and it cultivated America. I think it is important that you’re heard, and that you never stop speaking. I think it’s important that we hold on to the spirit of leaders like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and we keep America honest, and we keep it accountable.”
~Mod Lillian (I know this is short, and honestly I had a lot of things to say on this matter, but I like to keep things kinda light and informative in my fanfiction. But if you guys ever have any questions on my opinions on things just ask. Also sorry, this is late.)
Burton "Gus" Guster List of alias names according to Wikipedia
Big Baby Burton
Burton the Billowy Bear
SuperSmeller or The SuperSniffer
Gus T.T. Showbiz
Schoonie “U-Turn” Singleton
Vernest Lambert Watkins
Bud (from The Cosby Show)
Weepy Boy Santos
Dr. Mc [Khoesan tongue clicking sounds] Took
Gus “Silly-Pants” Jackson
Chesterfield McMillan (and wife)
Ernesto Agapito Garces Conde de Abelar
Step-Anthony Wally Ali
Dequan “Smallpox” Randolph
Burton “Oil Can” Guster
Doughnut Johnathan Jacob Jinggly Smith
Shaggy Buddy Snap
Ghee Buttersnaps a.k.a. “The Heater”
The Vault of Secrets
Old Iron Stomach
Jonathan Jacob Jingley-Smith
Imhotep or “He Cometh in Peace”
Control Alt Delete
The Black Goose
Original G-String a.k.a. Crowd Pleasah
Gus Jay Gupta
Don Cheadle Jr.
Benedict Arnold Jackson
Eddie Adams from Torrance
Lumpkin (Name Never Completed)
Felatio Del Toro
Blue Ivy Carter
Bad News Marvin Barnes
A Player Named Gus