Arnold left. Arnold came back. Arnold didn't change at all. Everything else did. Helga hadn't physically hit someone in years, but God, did she want to punch him in the face.

They didn't begin until the world ended. A Walking Dead!AU

In a kingdom far, far away, Helga is a thief, and may or may not be a witch. Prince Arnold needs her to save his bride to be. Helga knows he doesn't love the girl. He doesn't see why that matters. / a magic/fairytale/a whole bunch of things/au!

"Look:" I swallowed, "I think it'd be best if we laid out some ground rules." She snorted. "Okay, fine, Arnold. Rule Number 1; I'm not making up rules with you." She rolled her eyes, turning around. "Rule 1 and 1/2:" she looked back to me, eyes meeting mine. There was no smirk anymore, but the twinkle of amusement still relentlessly shone in her eyes "don't fall in love with me."

Helga Pataki- 26, now settled in almost every sense of the word: a steady job, a kid and a house- kind of, really doesn't think she qualifies as certifiably crazy anymore. That is- until she kidnaps Arnold Shortman's children. By accident. Sort of.

Arnold had known it the entire night, but somehow sitting in the bathtub, dry and in his clothing, staring at her, glitter in her hair, made it truly settle over him. They really were complete strangers. Something about Helga gave him the feeling he had known her his entire life, but the fact remained at the core: they barely knew each other. A Craigslist(?)!AU

Helga- dumped, dejected and out of options, took a job at a summer camp on the other side of the country from where she had grown up, sunny Orange County, CA- if only to avoid her over-bearing sister. But somewhere in between putting sunscreen on squirmy children, the campfires, the a-c free nights, & the unintentional swims in the lake- she fell in love. / AU / REFORMATTED