Fairy Godfather - OUAT
Emma Swan had no idea how the letter had found her, but by now she had given up questioning it. So instead she just rolled her eyes, smiled fondly and went to find a lighter for her cupcake candle. There was not much she knew of her godfather. She knew his name and that he knew her parents but not much else. She had never even met him. Apparently he couldn't prove to the authorities that he was her godfather and therefore had no legal claim to her guardianship. Not very surprising, from Emma's experiences with the system. The system sucked. But while he may not have been her legal guardian, Rupert Gold had been in her life on and off since she gave herself the name Swan. Apart from her time with Neal and in jail, he had been an intangible presence cushioning the very worst storms of life. If she were inclined to believe in such things, she might have been tempted to think him her very own fairy godmother godfather.
She blew out the candle, made her wish, like every year.
Then the doorbell rang.
***
Everything about Storybrooke was strange. Even the inn. Like something out of a b-rated horror movie.
"Now, what’s the name?" the elderly inn-keeper asked.
"Swan. Emma Swan."
"Emma. What a lovely name"
At the new voice Emma turned around. A well-dressed man, probably somewhere in his mid- to late-fifties, was smiling at her.
"Thanks" God, this town is weird.
As it turned out, the man was a Mr. Gold - was he related to her godfather? - who apparently owned the entire town - was that even legal? - and, going by the inn-keeper's tone, wasn't a very pleasant person.
***
The next day, Emma decided to swing by the town's pawn shop. After the very weird early morning encounter with the Mayor and Henry's theory about her parents, she might as well find out if Storybrooke's Mr Gold happened to be her mysterious and ever elusive godfather.
"Ah, Miss Swan, how may I help you?"
"This might sound weird, but is your first name Rupert?" Emma was very aware she sounded rather weird. Maybe the town's craziness was rubbing off on her?
Mr Gold smirked. "It happens to be. It is very nice to finally properly meet you, Emma"