#henry mills imagine

[bigbaddie45]

Y’all ever read such a good fic with a nice plot just with so many spelling errors?!? Like TF you mean he was “grinong” in her ear or “taiek” her by the waist??

[goosin-around]

a compiled list of silly little things the ouat fandom decided was true

Rumple is just a silly little guy!

Regina is shorter then emma and also well, everyone

Emma is buff but only eats bearclaws

Zelena is the unhinged sister

swanqueen.

the rumplequeen plot did not happen

snow and regina are actually besties! them fighting? just a little jokie joke

cora and leopold are ops

maleficent and regina had something going on in the EF

Regina eats only lasagna and salad

rb and add some more!

[fandoms--fluff]

Believe (Chapter 7)

Unknowing daughter reader x Rumpelstiltskin and Belle French (and the others)

Summary: The aftermaths for everyone from your departure after the Regina incident.

Warnings: swearing?

Chapter 8

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There’s got to be a reason to why the dreams have started again. There just must. It’s not a coincidence that after Regina used magic on you that you were pulled into it. But why? What’s the point of having them again. The people in those dreams have got to be long dead by now. No point in trying to seek them out or something. Which wouldn’t go well either way considering you don’t know what they look like or barely what the sounds like.

And who was that ‘she’ they were talking about?

Whatever. Doesn’t matter. That ‘she’ is probably dead too. Less problems for you. Hopefully. Ughh, why does all this delirious shit happen to you?! You’ve already got to deal with those delusional people who say they’re your parents and family. You groan to yourself and rub your hands down your face in exhaustion.

Just one, normal peaceful day where you can go out into town and relax without any of these stalkers is all you ask for. It’s sad what your life has come to at this point. Oh how you long to go back to the enchanted forest and back to your old life, even with all the ups and downs of living alone in the forest as an immortal teenage girl.

“Why?! Why now, stupid dreams? Why can’t you just leave me be?!” You exclaim to yourself, throwing your head back into the couch cushion. “And now I’m talking to myself. That’s just bloody awesome. Growing up alone and having to deal with dangers in a magical land, that I can endure without going crazy. But being in a small ass town with people who apparently ‘care’ for me? That I can’t” You close your eyes in frustration, not knowing what you’re going to do.

Then to annoy you further, your stomach rumbles. “Really?” Mind as well just go with talking to yourself at this point. “You and I both know I can’t cook for shit.” That apparently doesn’t make your hunger pains care, instead making it prominent that you need food. You groan and sit back up.

Not even wanting to attempt at using even the microwave, you conjure up a grilled cheese and a bowl of cut up fruit. It appears on the coffee table in front of you, and you adjust to sit on the floor in front of it instead of hunching over by sitting on the couch. Before starting to eat, you reach for the tv remote and click it on. What automatically is on the channel, makes you let out a humorless laugh. Beauty and the Beast. “Lovely, just…ya know what? whatever” You set down the remote, not bothering to change the channel, instead just watching the movie.

There’s no way this movie could be worse than what’s going on in your actual life. And from what you can remember from your cursed life life’s, you had watched this movie before and enjoyed it.

As for Rumpelstiltskin and Belle, they’re also in a deep level of frustration and worry. Just about how they’re going to get you back and have you know and believe that you’re they’re daughter.

“There must be something we haven’t thought of” Belle paces the living room. “With the years we’ve spent, and then the time when you were entrapped by regina both there and here. I was looking for her. And yet I failed at it. I couldn’t find her, and I thought you left. Just like that” Rumple places a hand on the fireplace mantle while looking down at the wooden floors.

“Hey, I know you tried your hardest to look for our child, in know you did. And you had no idea that Regina was the one to take me. You thought I left you. But just know, I would never leave you. Not then, and definitely not now” Belle comes over to him and lifts a hand to cup a side of his face to make him look at her. “But I should have known that. Known that Regina was behind that.” Rumple tries not to get angry, but it’s hard not too. “I should have just finished off the job our daughter already started today.”

“No. As much as Regina has done to us and everyone else, she doesn’t deserve to have that done to her. She’s apart of our family, no matter how twisted it may be.” Belle reasons with him, her voice gentle and calming to her husband. “And, yes, I have been through a lot with her and being locked up in the tower and then that psych hospital ward. But I have made amends with that. Especially now when our daughter is here in this town. And were this close to her. We just need to get her to believe.” She runs her hand down his neck and to his shoulder. “As well as, you also have Baelfire back now and the rest of this extensive family. We all have each other. Even if we’re at each other’s throats sometimes, literally.” Belle smiles softly, squeezing the man’s shoulder for a moment.

Rumple sighs before nodding his head and looking thoughtfully at Belle. “There’s still not a moment that goes by that I’m not regretful for not searching for you harder. I just, I just thought you didn’t want me anymore. And I couldn’t think of ever forcing you into anything like that.” Rumple says regretfully and guilty to his wife. They both haven’t opened up about this time to this extent until now. Before they were just keeping it under wraps, not wanting to ruin anything now that they got each other back and are so close to getting their daughter back as well.

“I could never leave you. I love you” She whispers so her voice doesn’t break with emotion. Rumple cups his wife’s face and leans down, kissing her. Slowly after a long moment, they pull apart to catch their breaths. “I love you too, Belle.” He says back and rest his forehead against hers.

“Come on, let’s sit down” she says quietly and leads him to the couch. They sit beside each other, Belle’s head rested on his collarbone and his arm draped around her shoulders. “I’m worried” Belle reveals. “Of what?” Rumple is surprised to hear her sound so vulnerable, but he really shouldn’t, he knows ho hard this has been on her, especially these past couple days.

“That even if Y/n does believe that we’re her parents, that she’ll hate us. I mean, to her, we basically abandoned her. Even with the proof and excuses of looking for her, she still grew up without us. And we don’t know how bad it was. But just from the small snippets we got from her, it didn’t sound like she had a glorious upbringing. I’m worried that she won’t want to be with us.” Belle sniffles, trying to stop her emotional turmoil from seeping through. Her breaking down isn’t what’s going to help them right now.

“Oh, Belle.” Rumple holds her tighter. He comforts her by rubbing her back and stroking her chestnut brown hair. “When she believes, we’ll explain everything to her and tell her how long we’ve waited for that moment. We just need to hope for the best.” He tells her before kissing the crown of her head. She sniffles lightly again before nodding against his suit clad chest.

Finally, when she pulls away, she looks up at him with a watery smile. “Yeah…Hope for the best.” She puts on her best brave face she can muster up at the moment.  “We will find a way to have her back completely” He whispers and kisses her.

She cuddles back into him shortly after, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. He casts a spell to light the fireplace, the crackling sounds of the wood and the glow of the flames filling the room. “Those dreams she had. The ones she told us about in the shop a couple days ago. That’s not just a coincidence, right? A woman and a man, their faces and voices blurred, it’s got to be us. There’s no other explanation” Belle suddenly remembers about that day with the ring and the necklace. She brings her hand up to said necklace hanging around her neck, the pendant between her thumb and index finger.

“Yes. That could be exactly what they are. It could be her subconscious trying to break through to try to get her to remember the slight memories she has of us, even if it was less than fortunate time. It could also be helped by the magic she possesses. But there’s no doubt that’s probably what they are.” He nods in agreeance. “But it doesn’t help if she doesn’t know herself what they mean or that those people are us. Plus, she said it herself that she hasn’t had one of those dreams since she stopped aging in our land.” He sighs along with Belle.

Another dead end, belle rests her head back on Rumple’s chest.

Neal and Hook are on the Jolly Roger. They left the loft not too long after Rumpelstiltskin and Belle. Neal has been staying with the pirate, back in the cabin that was ‘his’ for the time while he was with Killian when he was a young teen.

“I’ve never seen the crocodile so…worried” Killian says, taking a swig from his rum bottle. Neal chuckles lightly. “Yeah, well, he has good reason to I guess” Neal takes the offered bottle and has a sip of the burning liquid.

“How are you feeling about this whole situation. About having a younger sister?” The pirate asks. Neal sucks in a breath, “For so long I though all my father cared about was magic. But then I learned that he spent his time right after I fell through that portal trying to find me and get back to me. And that he had this whole prophecy that was laid out for over a century just to find me. Then falling in love with Belle and having another child just to lose her, that’s what made me see it. That he cared more than I ever thought.” He continues after a moment. “About having a little sister, I mean I’ve always thought of what life would be like if I did have any when I was younger, but now after all this time, I actually have one and she doesn’t even believe it or know. I mean, that just makes me feel, I guess, disappointed. Not that I have a sister, but that I have one and she doesn’t trust or believe us. I care about her. More than I thought I could without even actually knowing her.”

There’s a long silence, Killian taking this all in. “Well, mate, here’s to her to stop being a bloody menace and actually listen.” Killian raises the now empty rum bottle. This makes Neal chuckle again; he’s felt a new sense of calm with Killian. Like he did when he was younger, and he hadn’t learnt of the pirate’s past with his mother. He forgot how nice it was. To have someone there not to judge you and just how freeing it is to be back on the Jolly Roger again.

It's true, he and Killian talked about what went down with the pirate giving him to Pan. And he no longer has any pent-up resentment to the older man. Only regret that he was so quick into wanting to leave that it technically was partially his own fault. (Even if Killian refuses to hear it). They’re obvious on good terms now and their bond is slowly turning into what it used to be, just a little more mature with the drinking and all this trying to make you believe since Neal is obviously older than that time.

“I know you care for her too.” Neal says, breaking the peaceful silence. “Who?” Hook asks. “Y/n. The way you’ve tried to talk and reason with her, it sounded like how you used to talk to me back then” Neal cracks a smile. “Well, maybe you’re right.” The pirate easily says back, not minding with being open with Neal, but also since he’s had a fair amount to drink since they got back to the ship.

“But she seems a bit more guarded, even comparing to when you spat into my face that first night” The pirate smirks. “Hey! In my defense, a bunch of pirates plucked me from the sea, locked me in a room with a bag over my head. How else was I supposed to react when I was essentially partially kidnapped?” Neal defends with a smile on his face, remembering that night all to well. The night he left with Pan’s shadow, so magic didn’t destroy to Darlings.

Hook laughs, “You got me there, mate. But you were also a pretty shaggy and lanky kid” Hook teases. “Haha” Neal says sarcastically. Yeah, having hook back in his life isn’t so bad. Even with the information about how he was the one who whisked away his mother. But that was of her own choosing to abandon him when he was barely five years old.

It’s not too long until the pirate’s on hand rum supply is drained and both him and Neal retire for the night to their own cabins less sober than necessary.

Back to when Rumple and Belle, as well as Neal and Hook left, Henry goes over to the rest of his family who is still there. “Why was Y/n here?” He asks them with wide wondering eyes. “Well, she just wanted to talk about something important.” Regina says, not mentioning anything about what actually happened with you ripping her heart out and your almost out of control magic explosion in the room.

“Yeah, it’s why she didn’t have time to play. But you had fun with Belle, right?” Emma continues the excuse, drawing the attention of the subject further away and onto something else. “Yeah! We colored and made the animals be rainbow and drew stars ‘round them” The boy animatedly tells them, his thoughts of you slipping away at least for the time being. Something everyone can work with for now.

“That sounds fun, sweetie. Why don’t you and I go continue that while your moms and grandpa talk, hm?” Snow says softly in her ‘teacher’ voice. Henry shakes his head and goes over to where Regina is sitting in the armchair. “Where did everyone go?” he looks up at his mommy.

“Well, Gold and Belle went to their home. And your father and Hook went back to the Jolley Roger.” Regina answers him as she helps him to climb on her lap.  Once e settles, he looks at the woman with another one of his quizzical looks. “Why is Daddy staying on the pirate ship and not with us?” The eight year old asks.

“Him and Hook are…old friends. They’ve got a lot to catch up on.” Emma, his other mommy, answers this time, walking over to him and Regina. She ruffles the boy’s hair while sitting on one of the arm rests. He likes this, having both his mommies together with him, not fighting like they were when Emma first got here. It’s been getting a lot better and now he has this massive family that’s made up of people who are known as fairy tales to everyone else in this realm. Plus, he has a new friend, you!

But who are you exactly? He knows your name is Y/n, but who is she supposed to be from the story book? He’ll just have to check his book. He hops off Regina’s lap but before running up the stairs where the book is on his bed, he turns to face her and Emma. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back!”

Confused glances are passed through the room between the four of them. What is Henry up to? The next minute, said boy comes energetically back down the stairs with his story book in his grasp. He hands it to Emma before climbing back onto his other mommy’s lap. “Why did you bring your book?” Charming asks from where he’s sitting next to Snow on the couch.

“To see who Y/n is! She hasn’t told me about her ‘cept her name. But if she’s here, then she’s in the book!” Henry excitedly says as he takes the book back into his grip and starts flipping through the pages. He keeps his eyes on the page to make sure he doesn’t miss any picture that looks like you or your name written.

“The story book. That’s it!” Emma realizes this is how they can make you believe them. All they need to do Is show it to you. “What?” Snow asks, being caught off guard by her daughter’s statement. Regina nods, knowing exactly what Emma is getting at. “The book has more information than we ever knew in the first place. And if it knows so much about us, then it must know about her too, just like Henry said.”

Charming and Snow are still a bit confused at exactly what these women are saying about working. Regina rolls her eyes, irritated at the couple. “So, we can show her and her parentage and see that there aren’t any lies or delusion” Regina tells them in the best way she can with Henry sitting in her lap, complete focus on the book and trying to find you.

They have to stop him before he figures out too much. Regina and Emma hate lying to him, but they’ll explain everything after they make you believe them, so it won’t add any more problems with the eight-year-old knowing beforehand.

As Snow and Charming nod their heads, now understanding what they mean, Emma places her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Hey, sweetie, why don’t you and David go and practice with those wooden swords over there, I know that’s something you’ve bee n wanting to do. You can pick up with this later, alright? Mind as well burn off all your energy before bedtime” She says persuasively. Henry looks up at her before closing the book, not having found anything on you yet. “Okay!” He hops down from his mom’s lap and places the book down and goes over to where his grandpa is picking the wooden swords up.

“Be careful. And try not to break anything” Snow says as Emma leans forward from where’s she’s still sitting on the arm rest of the chair, grabbing the book from the coffee table. “Okay, Y/n, let’s see what the book has to say about you” Emma murmurs loud enough for the other two woman to hear, but not the guys on the other side of the loft where clashing of the wooden swords can be heard.

[str8up-vanilla]

Emma: You know Killian, it's real weird how we constantly get interrupted in the middle of intimate moments.

Killian: Aye love, if I didn't know better I'd say someone out there was doing all they could to stop our fun.

Emma: I know, it's weird right?

Killian: Very.

Emma:

Killian:

Emma:

Killian: !

Emma: !

Emma & Killian: Henry!

[thepirateandhisson]

do you ever think about the fact that henry’s probably super comfortable on the jolly roger like so much so that it’s like another home for himself?

based on the fact him and killian have regular sword fighting lessons on the jolly roger and that they regularly go sailing together (both canon events), henry’s probably spent as much time there as he has at the other homes (regina’s, emma’s, snowing’s, etc.) and he probably knows the place as intimately as he knows the others.

getting into headcanon territory here, i don’t care, but henry and killian have probably done sails overnight/multiple days (both with emma and without) and henry’s probably declared the lieutenant’s cabin or they do sleepovers in the bunks and henry’s got a favorite bunk. he probably knows the ship almost as well as killian, knows which floorboard will come up and which stairs creak. he probably has killer hiding spots.

i didn’t watch s7 but it’s probably why he jumps into navigating wish!hook’s jolly roger with such ease and knowledge — because he knows killian’s jolly roger so well.

and that’s just really important to me. :’)

[jessmalia]

heartless | 16. rootless

pairing: henry mills x oc a/n: we're back, baby! did not think it had been a full year since the last update, oops. sorry. this is a really good one, though! i love it. warnings: a little angst, one mention of sex, mary margaret being a prude. wordcount: 1378

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“Baelfire is Henry’s dad?!”

With Emma and Henry gone to Manhattan, Killian currently being M.I.A, and no apparent crisis on their hands, Mary Margaret and David had invited Max over to play board games to pass the time. They had been in the middle of an intense game of Ludo when Mary Margaret had gotten a call from Emma and excused herself. A couple minutes later, she’d come back with the shocking news that Rumpelstiltskin’s son was Henry’s father. 

Mary Margaret nodded. “Yes.”

Max let out a really long sigh and leaned back in her chair. “Well, that complicates things.” She just sat there for a long time, thinking, as David and Mary Margaret continued to discuss it. 

“So Rumpelstiltskin is Henry’s grandfather?” 

“Apparently.”

“But I’m his grandfather.”

“You can have more than one.”

David stammered a little before sighing. “So, his step-grandmother is Regina. The Evil Queen.”

“Actually, his step-great-grandmother,” said Mary Margaret. “And she’s also his adoptive mother.”

David leaned back in his chair just like Max. “It’s a good thing we don’t have Thanksgiving in our land, cause that dinner would suck.”

Mary Margaret chuckled. “Or… maybe this will mellow everyone out!”

Max chuckled. Then, just as she’d quieted down, she started laughing again, and soon she was laughing so hard that the two adults were giving her matching concerned looks. “Can you…” she forced her laughter down so she could get her words out. “Can you imagine Gold’s reaction? Finding out that Emma’s had sex with his son?”

Mary Margret gasped. “Max.”

Max rolled her eyes. “Oh, come off it. I’m fourteen, not five. Also, what’d you expect? I was raised by Hook.”

“Yeah, great environment to raise a kid in,” mumbled David. 

Max tossed him a glare that, ironically, was not well-suited for a child.

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It was a few hours later — during which the trio had eaten lunch and switched to playing Monopoly — that Mary Margret got another phone call from Emma. She seemed relieved at the excuse for a respite from the game, quickly excusing herself to the bedroom. Max couldn’t really blame her. She was pretty much the only one having fun at this point. She’d been in the lead the entire game and had watched as David grew more and more frustrated with how poorly he was doing. Mary Margret was doing way better, but she clearly wasn’t a fan of the competitive animosity this brought out of Max and her husband. 

What neither of them knew, though, was that Max had been cheating the whole time by constantly grabbing way more money from the bank than she was supposed to. 

When Mary Margret came back, Max got her answer to where Killian had disappeared to. He’d sailed the Jolly Roger to Manhattan to finally make his attempt on the Dark One’s life when he was no longer protected by magic. It had worked, and Rumpelstiltskin was currently dying of a magic poison.

Mary Margret had clearly been given the job to break the news to Max about how they’d been forced to leave Killian behind and steal his ship in order to save the Dark One’s life — which was apparently high priority all of a sudden; probably Baelfire’s doing — and Max was forced to reassure her several times that she understood. Which wasn’t a lie. Killian was unharmed except for a knock to the head, and finding his way from New York to Storybrooke would definitely be easier than his journey from the Enchanted Forest. That didn’t mean she had to like it, though. 

But the good news, according to Mary Margret, was that this meant that Neal — which was apparently Baelfire’s new name — would be coming along and spending some time in Storybrooke. It seemed like, however this Rumpelstiltskin dying thing would work out, things were really falling into place for Henry. 

“That’s great,” Max said, rolling the dice as an excuse for avoiding eye-contact and moving her piece, the thimble, forward two spaces. 

Henry had always been everything she had loved about the land. He was welcoming and cozy and grounded. He was a place where one could find shelter. Find a home. She envied his roots. His large family tree. 

Max was nothing like that. She was merely a length of seaweed, at the mercy of the tides and of fate, being tossed around from place to place, with no power to change her future. Even when she was launched into a place she actually liked, she knew it would be torn away from her, eventually. That was just how it was.

A sad smile pulled on her lips, trying not to let the bitterness show as she said, “...Henry’s getting a dad.”

David and Mary Margaret froze at that, exchanging looks of concern, and for the first time, David seriously considered how little he knew about Max’s upbringing. The only information he had was that she lived at Storybrooke Orphanage, that no one had come to claim her after the curse was broken, and that, somehow, during her entire life, the closest thing Max had found to family was Captain Hook. Which, somehow, despite it all, made some sense. 

Despite his hatred for the man, David couldn’t deny just how well he and Max… fit together. They matched. You could tell they were family just by looking at them. Whether it was the black leather, their easy banter, matching smirks, or just that very pirate-like tendency for mischief and rule-breaking that Max had always possessed. They were a set — just as much as him and Mary Margaret.

There was just one thing he didn’t understand.

“Why do you trust Hook so much?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t stepping over a line. 

Max studied him with a little surprise and some apprehension. “Because he saved my life,” she said simply. “At great risk of his own. And not just stopping me from falling off a cliff or saving me from an attack, anyone could’ve done that. No, he saved my soul. I wouldn’t be here without him.”

There was a finality to her last sentence that told David and Mary Margaret not to push her further on the subject. 

–––

Max hung back by David’s truck as he and Mary Margret rushed towards the docs, David helping Neal with a limping Rumpelstiltskin while Mary Margret checked up on Emma. Henry followed the three men as they made their way towards the car, exchanging words that Max couldn’t hear. She tried swallowing down the lump in her throat, eyes fixed on Neal the whole time.

Soon, Henry spotted her and his face lit up. “Max!” he shouted, running up and wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug which Max feverishly returned, though she didn’t remove her gaze from his father.

Neal’s eyebrows had furrowed the slightest bit when Henry had shouted her name, and when he’d helped Rumpelstiltskin gain purchase on the truck, his eyes landed on her and widened, mouth falling open. 

Max pretended not to notice this, instead extending her hand for him to shake. 

“Hi, I’m Max. It’s nice to meet you.”

Neal shook himself out of his shock, clearing his throat and taking Max’s hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he mumbled. 

“Max is my best friend!” Henry clarified. 

Neal raised his eyebrow. “Oh, is she now?” 

Max gave him a tightlipped smile, nodding once.

“Okay, kid,” Emma saved the situation by stepping up behind Neal. “Time for Max to take you home.”

Max was relieved at finally having something to do as she went to pick up the bike Mary Margaret had lent her from the back of the truck, though she could feel Neal’s eyes on her the entire time. 

“Come on, kiddo,” she said to Henry as she put the bike down and got on it.

Henry mistook Neal’s weird behavior for concern, saying, “Don’t worry,” as he seated himself on the luggage carrier and held onto Max’s waist, “I’ll be safe with Max.”

“Uh, okay,” his dad said.

Max tried her best to give him a reassuring nod before she rode away back to the apartment, hoping this new development wouldn't make her tenuous structure of white lies fall apart.

–––

heartless tallest: @bobdylansgf @anonymousewrites

[cosette141]

Henry finally decides to dig into his family tree…

…and learns about all of the inter-family relationships he didn’t want to know about.

Later—

Emma: *to Henry, who is by the fireplace with the dreamcatcher* Henry! Did you just burn your memories?!

Henry: *blinks in confusion* I dunno. I was just about to make our family tree, and then all of a sudden I’m here with the dreamcatcher and a note.

Emma: A note?

*Henry shows Emma*

The note: YOU’RE WELCOME.

Emma: …

Henry: …

Emma: …

Emma: Can I have both of those for a second

[rumannwrites]

Made To Kill pt.3

A/N: Hehe, we'll just not talk about my upload schedule. Better late than never. Hope y'all enjoy!

Please don’t copy or translate my posts to other sites or own accounts. Thank you.

Summary: The clock tower in Storybrooke has mysteriously started up again, causing a weird feeling in your gut and for Jason to start questioning things about the newcomer. Back in the Enchanted Forrest, the trio reflect on the dark curse Rumpelstiltskin told Charming and Snow.

Word Count: 2830

Warnings: None

A day passes, being the same as it was before. You woke up, less sore than before, and headed for school. Except, right as you left your house, you heard a loud ringing coming from the part of town where most of the shops were. Looking over the houses of your neighborhood you had a clear view of the broken clock tower. Or well, what was supposed to be broken, however, when you looked at it, it didn’t read 8:15 like it should. It read 8 o’clock on the dot. It shouldn’t have mattered to you but deep down, you felt something in your gut. Like hope.

Don’t be ridiculous, you thought. It’s a stupid clock tower.

But apparently not. While walking to school, you kept hearing whispers about the clock tower.

‘That has never worked.’

‘I didn’t realize how loud the clock tower was.’

‘I wonder why it’s only now starting to work?’

That’s last one stuck with you. You have to admit, you are a little suspicious on why it’s working now. Why has it only now started up?

As you neared the school's entrance, something crashed into you, almost knocking you off your feet. You caught yourself, however, and the thing, or shall you say person, that ran into you from falling into the ground. "Woah there. Careful kid." You looked down at the at the kid that ran into you. He had mousy brown hair that matched his eyes. He couldn't be no more than 11 years old, but you recognized him as the mayor's kid, Henry Mills. "Watch where you are going."

"Sorry." he said, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You sighed looking down at him. "You're fine. Just be careful in the future, ok?"

"Right."

You nodded your head, about to go inside, when you felt his hand grasp the sleeve of your coat.

"Did you feel something this morning?"

"What?" you asked at him.

"When you woke up this morning, did you feel something? A gut feeling, like something happened."

You looked at him weirdly, wondering what type of question that was. But another part of you wondered how he knew. How did this child know that you woke up today with an off-put feeling in your gut? You weren't even sure how to answer him when you got interrupted.

"Hey, Henry. You okay, buddy?"

You looked behind you to see the same women you saw the other day, Mary Margaret and the women in red.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just ran into Y/N." he answered.

You weren't surprised he knew who you were. Everyone in this town knew who you were, just not in a good way.

"Yeah, he's fine. I caught him before he could fall." You affirmed, nodding to the older women.

"Alright then. You should head into school before you're late and your mother yells at me for it." The woman in red nodded towards the school.

"Right. Well, I'll see you later then." As he ran into the school, you turned to say bye when you found the one in red already looking at you, her eyes squinted, and head tilted.

"You were the one of the kids in the fight yesterday. The one pinning the other to the lockers."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement, yet you still felt the need to answer her.

"Uh, yeah, I was. Although, I wouldn't call it a fight."

"Yeah, well, looked like the beginning of one." She answered you. All you could do was nod your head and look anywhere but the two ladies in front of you.

Mary Margaret, sensing the awkwardness rising between the three of you decided to jump in and speak. "Emma, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Emma Swan."

"Nice to meet you, kid." The blonde named Emma said, sticking out her hand for you to take.

"You, too." You replied, grasping her hand and shaking it. When you clasped her hand into your own, you felt the same strange, unknowing feeling in your gut that you felt this morning, but the second you let go, it was gone.

"Well, um," you stuttered, looking towards the school building. "I should probably get to school."

"Right. I should, too." Mary Margaret chimed in. "I'll see you around, Emma." She smiled brightly at you two and walked towards the school building.

You turned towards Emma, nodded your head once and said, "See you around, then."

"See ya, kid." She answered. "Don't get into any trouble."

"I try." You answered. I really do.

As you turned towards the school and started up the steps you felt a presence ahead of you in your way. Expecting Brock, you looked up in annoyance but instead of greased black hair and green eyes, you were met with fluffy strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Did you see the clock tower?” Jason asked, leaning against the handles on the stairs, his hand clutching his phone. “Or, more correctly, heard the clock tower?”

Although not Brock, you still held annoyance in your eyes while staring at him. “Of course, I did. What of it?”

"You're not suspicious about it or anything?" He asked, failing to pick up your annoyance and falling into steps with you towards school. "Why it only now started to work?"

Although you definitely were, you weren't going to tell Jason that. It's not like we are friends. "I just assumed the mayor finally got off her ass and paid someone to fix it." You answered, walking up to your locker.

"But why now? Out of our whole life, have you ever seen it show a time that wasn't 8:15?" Jason questioned, ignoring your colorful language and leaning up against the locker next to yours, tilting his phone towards you.

You paused in your movements, glancing at his phone to see that the clock did show a different time, your locker halfway unlocked. "What is this?" you ask Jason, sending him a skeptical look. "What are we doing right now?"

"Talking to each other."

"Yeah, but why?"

"Because..." Jason sighed, looking down at the ground and avoiding eye contact with you, "I've seen you around school." he said as you opened your locker and got your books out. "And I know the reputation you have in this town."

"Everybody does." You said, slamming your locker and turning to him.

"But I think there is more to you than you let on." He smirked looking at you.

You look at him incredulously, slightly shaking your head.

"So, I want to get know you. To become your friend."

"No thank you." You answer him. "I'm fine by myself."

"Are you sure about that?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at you. "Constantly being goaded into fights and then getting the downfall of those fights? Constantly avoided by students and looked down at by teachers? That's 'fine' to you?"

You lock your jaw, staring hard into your locker, refusing to meet those blues eyes staring at the side of your head. "Yeah, I thought not." he scoffed.

"I didn't say anything." You bit out.

"You didn't have to." He sighs, shaking his head and looking at the other students around the hall, talking and chatting with other they called 'friend.' "Look, Y/N," he says, looking back at you, "I don't want to get in a fight with you. You've had more than your share of them." Your hands curl into a fist at that. "But" Jason continues, "I also don't want to see you get into them."

You freeze at that, not knowing how to answer to that. You turn your head to him. "What?"

"You get goaded into fights and get the punishment for them. That sounds like it takes a lot from you, both mentally and physically. You might need someone to talk to." He looked at you expectantly, wanting you to agree with him.

Instead, you ask him, "Did Ms. Blanchard put you up to this?"

"What?" he asks.

"Did Ms. Blanchard ask you to befriend me or something?" You ask him, eyeing him skeptically. "Did she promise you extra credit or something?"

"What? No! God no." He says straightening up and shaking his head. "She didn't ask me or promise me anything. And, frankly, I'm offended you think I need extra credit in this school in the first place." You sigh at him, looking back to your locker and putting the lock back in its place. "Anyways, now that that's all settled-"

"What did we settle?"

"-Have you heard anything about the new girl in town?" Jason asks, ignoring your question entirely.

You didn't answer right away, debating if you should really trust what he said and entertain his idea of being friends. And although the thought of walking away without replying to him was tempting, something in your gut was telling you to answer him and at least try.

"All I know is that her name is Emma Swan." You answered him, walking towards first period.

Jason walked beside you while talking, expertly moving around students while not running into you in the process. "From what I've heard and seen, she's the mayor's son's biological mother."

"Henry Mill's mom?" you asked. You thought back to just 10 minutes ago when Henry ran into you and how Emma came in to check up on him.

"Yeah. Traveled to Boston by himself to find her." he replied, dodging a door that randomly opened next to him.

"That kid's determined, I'll give him that." What were you doing? Never had you held a conversation this long, much less gossiped about anyone or anything. It felt weird.

"Oh yeah." You both stop outside your first block classroom. You turned to Jason to say goodbye, finding him already leaning against the door frame, staring at you. "You think she has something to do with this?"

"With what?" you asked.

"The clocktower moving again."

You raised your eyebrow at him. "What? You think she stayed here just to get the clock tower to work again?"

"Not exactly." he said straightening up. "Tell me, Y/N, did you feel something when the clock tower started moving? Something in your gut?" he squinted his eyes questioningly at you.

You considered, for a moment, to lie to him. Telling him that he's stupid for asking such a question walking into your class, but your mind wandered to how Henry asked you the exact same question. "Yeah. Like... hope, almost." You shook your head. "But that's dumb. It's just a stupid clock."

"Maybe but think about it. That clock hasn't moved for our whole lives. Then, all of a sudden, this woman shows up in her red jacket, decides to stay here and the next day it starts working again?"

"Maybe the mayor thought it was a better impression to have the clock tower fixed." You shrugged your shoulders at him, not understanding where he is going with this.

"I don't know. It's just weird to me." he replies. You understand where he is getting at but there could be a million reasons why the tower started to move again. "Anyways," Jason sighs, straightening the straps on his backpack, "First class starts soon. I'll see you at lunch." He waves at you walking backwards down the hall. You wave back at him, entering your first class of the day, Geometry. Usually, you were the first one into class, but today someone had beat you to it. Sitting in the second row, right next to the windows and A/C unit was a dark brown hair boy, with hazel green eyes framed by brown acetate glasses. His faced sat in one hand while the other held a book he was reading. You recognized him. He wasn't such a pain in your ass as Brock was but got on your nerves every now and then, especially when he does something the teacher think you should pick up on.

His name was Hector, and he was the only kid that rivaled you with his grades.

"You guys actually believe Rumpelstiltskin?"

You looked towards Jason, who was looking out the window of your guys' shared room. He still had his uniform on, but he took off the heavier armor pieces. He looked serious, which was an odd but still fitting expression for him.

"I mean," you say, turning your head back up at the ceiling, resting your head on your pillow and continuing to throw the ball in your hand in the air and catching it. "My gut is telling me to trust him, and my gut instinct has never been wrong."

Jason gets up from leaning on the wall and heads towards his bed. "I know. It's just," he sighs as he sits at the foot of his bed, "Something doesn't feel right."

You raise an eyebrow at him, hinting him to explain.

"I mean, every time one of us ask him for something, it bites us in the ass later on. Who's to say it won't happen again?"

You open your mouth to respond to him when someone else beats you to it.

"It's not like we have that many choices."

You turn your head to where the voice sounded. Hector walked into the room, his dark brown hair wet from his evening bath, green eyes shining in the candlelight. He, unlike Jason, has switched from his uniform to a classic linen shirt and brown trousers.

What a sight.

"Rumpelstiltskin, whether he likes it or not, is gonna be affected by the Evil Queen's curse, too. He's gonna need a way out as much as we will." Hector stated, walking over to his bed a few feet from yours.

Your eyes never left his figure for a second.

"I know that." Jason said, falling back onto his bed. "But it still doesn't feel right."

"I never said it did." Hector said, searching around his dresser and nightstand. "But it's the best choice we have at the moment. If you have a better plan to take down the Evil Queen, then by all means, go tell Snow White and Charming. I'm sure they are more than willing to use your plan - where are my glasses?!" Hector throws his blanket and pillow off the bed in search for his missing items.

"Hect," you say, reaching over to your coat hanging on your bedframe, and rummaging through your pocket. "Here." You say pulling his glasses out and handing them to him. "You left these at the training ground earlier today."

He turns to you, a slight smile on his lips as he walks over to you and grabs them for your hand. His fingers graze yours slightly longer than they should have. "Thank you."

"Of course." You say, smiling at him.

Jason has sat up by this time and looked between the two of you, a slight smirk growing on his lip. "Well," he says, clapping his hands together and standing up, bringing the attention from you and Hector onto him, "I'm going to head to the baths before the fire used to warm the water is put out." He grabs his night clothes and walks out the room. "You kids stay safe." Before he walks out the door, he turns to you and winks before closing the door behind him.

As you look back to Hector, he has gone back to sitting down at his bed, cleaning the lens of his glasses. "So," you say to grab his attention. "What do you think this dark curse is?"

Hector looks at up at you with thoughtful eyes. You can tell his mind is racing just by the look in them. "I don't know." he whispers.

"Really?" You say lightly smirking. "Nothing in those books of yours can help us at all?"

He looks at you with his head tilted his eyes hooded in annoyance. "Annoyingly, no. Seems that whatever this curse is has never been used or is being created on the spot."

"Do you think she is bluffing?" you ask, turning on your side and propping your head on your hand.

"I think you of all people will know if she is bluffing or not." he answers. "Which makes me ask you, do you think she is bluffing?"

Your mind flashes to your memories of when you 'worked' for the Evil Queen. You knew she never bluffs. "No, I don't."

Hector looks at you for a moment, his eyes bouncing to different features of your face. Your nose, your ears, your eyes.

Your lips.

"Hey," he whispered, getting up from his bed and crossing to you. "Whatever it is," he kneels in front of you and takes your face in his hands, "we'll get through this. We always have."

You stared deep into his green eyes. They held so much admiration in them, it was astonishing.

"The Evil Queen won't split us up. We'll find our way back to each other."

Part 4: Coming Soon (I promise)

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emma choosing not to hold henry right after he's born cause she knows it'll make it that much harder to give him up is so devastating. 🥺💔

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Please can I ask for an once upon a time gif imagine: trying to go on a nice normal date with Regina, but some trouble or another always interrupts? Thank you!

WORTH IT

Once upon a time, you managed to do the impossible: manage to capture the heart of Regina Mills herself. It took a lot of persuasion (and maybe a little bit of Henry acting as your cheerleader), but eventually, she agreed.

Your first official date was supposed to be simple and ordinary — a dinner at Granny's, followed by a walk in the park. Regina had even promised to keep her Mayor voice at bay for the evening.

“I’ll leave my work behind at the office for once,” she had promised and smirked when you were fetching her from her door.

But of course, this was Storybrooke, and something was always up. And it felt like even more was up just for your date, whatever you did, whenever you arranged it.

So the first time, you sat at the diner with your meals, chatting and you were just about to cut into your burger, when the door clinked and you could tell by Regina’s expression that it was someone she did not want to see right now.

And sure enough, when you turned around, you met Emma’s eyes. Regina and her were friends nowadays, sure, but situations like these visibly reminded Regina of when she couldn’t stand the blonde.

“Regina!” Emma called, making a beeline for your table. “We’ve got a situation.”

Regina didn’t even look at her when she crossed her hands, placing her chin on top of them. “Of course we do,” she muttered.

You looked at Emma. “Can it wait? We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

Emma hesitated,glancing at Regina again and then back at you. “I hate to break up… your date, or whatever this is, but there’s a rogue dragon in the forest. Looks like Maleficent’s hatchling got loose.”

Regina was quiet, visibly clenching her jaw before she glared at Emma. “A rogue dragon? And it just so happened to emerge now?”

Emma grimaced. “Well, not exactly. I thought I could handle it because I know you’re… busy, but it’s, uh… bigger than I expected.”

Regina pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long sigh, and you could basically hear her thoughts about regretting she ever left her Evil Queen days behind on that moment. She raised her gaze to you.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “But you know how this town is.”

You gave her a small smile. “It’s okay, go save Storybrooke. We can go on a date another time.”

Regina’s lips twitched upward, before she stood up. “You’re lucky I don’t still have a dungeon, Swan. Let’s go.”

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It took a week before you were able to schedule another date with Regina after the dragon episode. This time you made a plan you thought was smart: no public places, and no telling anyone where you are going, only that you’re on a date. If some major trouble would come up, you’d likely hear it. But Regina didn’t want to be bothered by something that others would be able to handle — well, the dragon episode was something she actually needed to handle, but she said anything less than that wasn’t worth her time while she was with you.

So you set up a picnic by a beautiful pond Regina had found some years ago. She had used to come here with Henry back when Henry was a toddler, and for a while you honestly believed that the second time did the charm this time.

But then, rustling. You both turned to look at the direction, but the rustling stopped the moment you did.

“It’s probably a squirrel,” you suggested, and Regina sighed.

“It’d better be.”

More rustling, now much louder, along with some big branches moving. You turned to look at the sight again, and you thought for a moment. “A swarm of squirrels?”

Regina gave you a flat look. "A swarm of squirrels? Really?"

Before you could retort, a few curses were heard and Leroy emerged, who was covered in leaves, dirt, and something sticky.

"Regina!" he hollered as he almost tripped over his feet. "We’ve got a big problem!"

Regina stood abruptly, her hand already raised as if she were seconds away from turning the dwarf into something she would be able to squish. "Leroy," she grumbled. "This had better be life or death."

"It is! There’s a–" He paused, glancing at you with a sheepish expression. "Uh, sorry to interrupt your little picnic thingy, but there’s a bear loose in the woods. And it’s angry."

You blinked. “A bear? Why would a bear be–”

“It’s been enchanted!” Leroy cut in. “Probably by one of them leftover cursed objects. It’s tearing through everything! We need Regina before it smashes up the tavern!”

Regina groaned, turning to look at you before she muttered, “How did he even find us?”

You shrugged, but then some of Leroy’s brothers emerged from the bushes as well. “Well, dwarves are generally good at tracking, even when Leroy isn’t.”

“Your Majesty, please,” Doc mumbled. “Some of the townsfolk want to shoot the bear, but Snow believes it may be one of us.”

Regina finally nodded, standing up and you shrugged before starting to gather the food back into the basket. “I guess that third time will do the charm.”

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The third attempt at a date was the result of careful planning, and there would be no chance of distractions. Or so Regina vowed, anyway.

“Absolutely no one knows where we’re going this time,” she had promised you as she fixed her coat. “The whole town should be asleep, and there hasn’t been major problems where I'd bee needed at nighttime in years."

This time, she suggested something you thought was genius, a late evening stargazing trip to a hilltop outside of town. She even made a few magical barriers to ensure privacy. There was absolutely no way you could be interrupted by anyone. Just you, her, and the stars.

It was magical. You brought a plush blanket to sit on and that same basket you had last time around. Even the sky was clear for stargazing.

“This might actually work,” you sighed contentedly as you took a bite of your muffin, leaning against her shoulder.

Regina chuckled, carefully taking your hand. “It better. If we’re interrupted again, I may just turn the entire town into frogs.”

You laughed, imagining frogs somehow looking like Leroy and Ruby hopping around Storybrooke. “I’d pay to see that.”

But of course, everything was too perfect, and you both sensed it, something was going to happen. But you still tried to brush it off as nervousness, and nudged Regina who seemed to sense the air shifting too. “Relax. You put up those magical barriers for a reason, right? Nothing’s going to–”

And at that moment, the ground shook and the muffin tumbled from your hand, rolling down the hill. Footsteps of something big, you realised, and were almost scared to look behind you when Regina stood up.

Regina scoffed as a large shadow neared you from behind the trees. “You were saying?”

“Is this town cursed or something?” you muttered under your breath. “Why is there always a crisis?”

Regina watched as the ogre pounded on the barrier. “I wouldn’t rule it out, a curse that always flares up when it sees us on a date.”

You looked at the ogre, roaring and pushing on the barrier. “It can’t make its way through, right?”

“Well, I’m forced to let it get through because it’s either me taking it down or it will make its way to Storybrooke. But it can’t see us yet, so I have an upper hand on it. This won’t take long.”

And sure enough, the ogre was soon subdued and knocked out on the ground, and Regina wiped her forehead. “I swear, the universe is against us.”

You smiled, resting your chin on her shoulder as you hugged her from behind. “Well, we just need to prove the universe wrong, then.”

Regina glanced at you, and then took a look at your picnic spread that had toppled over from the fight and the ground shaking. “This picnic seems to be ruined at least.

“Fourth time says the charm?” you chuckled, but you both knew it most likely would end up like all the others up to now.

“You still want to keep trying?” she asked.

You shrugged. “Well, even if it’s just ten minutes, it’s still a date, somewhat. And every moment spent with you is worth it.”

Regina’s cheeks tinted pink at that, and you grinned, kissing her cheek before you started cleaning the mess of what used to be your picnic.

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Believe (Chapter 2)

Unknowing daughter reader x Rumpelstiltskin and Belle French (and the others)

Warnings: Swearing, talk of child abandonment

Chapter 3

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The group of them finally make their way out of forest by following your shoe prints in the ground. In front of them is the shoreline of the docks. The Jolly Roger can be seen from their vantage point, the flag flowing by the wind. “Why would she come here?” Regina breaks the silence, still no sight of you anywhere.

“You’ve got me, in the different times we kept tabs on her, she’s never come to the docks” Rumpelstiltskin refers to them following you in different times and groups. “Yeah, this is a bit weird. Maybe she’s around here hiding?” Belle says, starting to walk closer to the docks, trying to see if you’re there.

Rumple goes with her, having the rest of them following behind them in curiosity to see if you really are here or if they have to try again later, tomorrow, to try to find you and talk to you again. They walk along the docks, the breeze rifling through their hair. Belle looks, her eyes pleading that you’re here. All she wants to do is talk to you and tell you about you being her and Rumples child, becoming the family they should have been. And how they can now have that chance, including how Neal as he is Rumple’s son and is still alive and here too. Though right now he’s currently spending time with Henry.

Belle comes to halt with Rumple, everyone follows suit, confused as to the sudden stop. There you are, still sitting at the edge of the dock, back facing all of them. “Look, there she is” Belle says in a soft voice so as to not have you hear anything at the moment. Her and Rumple look at each other with a hopeful smile on their faces that this will be the moment when they finally tell you.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Regina urges them, wanting to see how this ends. Emma looks to her with a subtle glare as to not push it. The older woman rolls her eyes and sighs, backing off, letting Belle and Rumple go at their own pace.

“Ready?” Gold looks down at Belle. “Try and stop me” She answers, walking onto the wooden planks of the dock. Rumple walks with her, getting closer to you. The others move forward as well, but keep a couple feet back to give some sort of room for them and you.

You freeze, hearing sets of footsteps behind you. No, no,  no, you think to yourself. Slowly, you turn your head to look behind you. Upon seeing Belle and Mr. Gold and the others standing behind them, you jolt to stand up, ready to run again. Though that doesn’t seem like a possibility considering they’re blocking the exit of the docks, the only other way being jumping into the sea and swimming away. Which you aren’t really opposed to do, considering these people are basically stalking you.

“What do you people want?” You snap at them, not waiting for them to acknowledge why they’re here or try to butter you up to get you to talk. Belle looks taken back by your harsh voice but pushes that away for the meantime. “We just want to talk to you, we promise, it’s nothing bad, Sweetie” Belle answers you in a gentle voice, trying to calm you at least by a little.

You cross your arms, wanting nothing to do with them, as well as scrunching your eyebrows at the pet name she uses. “First, don’t call me that. And second, why would I want to talk to the people who have been creepily following me for over a week?” You scoff.

“Just listen to us, it’s serious. It’s about your family.” Mr. Gold holds a hand up to try and diffuse the situation

That’s it, you think angrily, “I told you already, I don’t have a family!” You exclaim, raising your arms in annoyance. “What is wrong with you people?! Take a hint!” You look at all of them and glare the most at the two people closest to you.

You have enough of this and try to walk past them. But the attempt is rendered useless when you feel a hand on your arm, stopping you from moving any further. You look to the older man with hardened eyes.

“Look, we know this is probably a sore subject for you, but you do have family” Gold tells you, slowly releasing his hand, when you pause from what he had just revealed to you. “…What do you mean?” You ask after a few moments.

Him and Belle look at each other before back to you. “Us, we’re your family” Belle tells you, her voice hitching while she finally tells you the truth. My face falls, as well as my façade for just a slight moment for what she said. “What?” Is all you have to say, really hoping you heard her wrong. There’s no way that Beauty and the freaking Beast are your parents. No. You were abandoned when you were a baby and left to grow up by yourself in the enchanted forest woods. What are these people getting out of this other than having you drag up old memories you’d rather forget?

“We’re your family.” Belle repeats again, softly, referring to her and rumple, as well as nodding to the others still standing behind them, watching how this is playing out. You scoff, “If you’re my family then how am I related to you, huh?” You snark at them, your fingernails digging into your palms to not get too angry yet.

Rumple waits a beat before answering you, “Belle and I, we’re your parents.” Your eyes widen at the reveal of his answer. What the hell? You think to yourself, you’ve got to be dreaming at this point. There’s no way what he just said is true. He holds his hands up again in caution of your reaction. “Now, I know this sounds crazy, but you must believe us. We are your parents. When you were born you were-“ Rumple tries to explain before he gets cut off by you.

“No! Just shut up and stop with your lies!” you exclaim, not buying what they’re saying. You should have just stayed home today. This is just horrible. “There is no way all you people are my family, and there is definitely no way that you two are my parents!” You yell in frustration. You barge past a disappointed Belle and Rumple with neither of them stopping you this time. But you have a problem with trying to get past the other five people. “Move, now!” You glare at them all.

“Not happening, Love” Hook steps up, blocking you with the rest of them. “I suggest you listen to me” I glare at all of them, not wanting to deal with any more of these creepy and apparently delusional people. “And I suggest you listen to us” Regina tells you, crossing her arms, giving you a run for your money with her own glare.

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” You let out an angered huff, just wanting to get the hell away from them and their crazy story of you being related to them. You attempt to pass them again but get stopped. Again. These people are really getting on your last nerves.

Rumple and Belle come back to the rest of the group to stand in front of you as well after composing themselves from how you just lashed out at them. All they want is for you to know the truth and believe them and become a part of their family.

“Look people, I’ve had a long day, running away from you. But apparently you make it very difficult to do so. Just leave me alone and keep your made-up story junk to yourself or find someone else to bother with it.” you look specifically to the two who claim they’re your ‘parents’. 

Belle’s eyes glaze over at your harsh words, but you don’t give a damn at this moment for hurting her or anyone else’s feelings. All you want is to leave. Jumping in the ocean and swimming away is looking pretty good right about now.

Snow sees the desperation in my eyes and stance, even though its hidden away – but that masking is getting taken down the longer I’m refused to be let to leave. She knows the others, especially Rumpelstiltskin and Belle will be mad or annoyed with her, but she can’t help it, she can tell a type of fear when she sees it. And right now she sees it washing over you, no matter how hard you’re trying to hide and avoid it.

The woman takes a few steps towards you and places a hand on my back, trying to comfort you. Snapping your head to her, you look at her with wary about why she placed her hand on you. Snow just smiles softly and leads me back away from the dock, past the others. Belle and Rumple look confused but give the woman the benefit of the doubt to try and convince you.

They think she’s actually breaking through to you, but they’re wrong once they see what happens next. Snow pulls her hand away, knowing you’ll feel more comfortable without it on you. “Go. Just, think about what we all told you” she tells you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. She’s just letting me go? You ask yourself, but don’t overthink it before nodding quickly. You turn away and start jogging away from the docks and back into town.

Rumple turns to her furious, “Why did you do that? Why did you let her go?!” He speaks what he’s thinking, not minding to think it over as anger takes control. Belle places a trembling hand of her own about you leaving and what you had to say, on his arm, attempting to calm him down. And the gentle touch from his wife did help in simmering him down. Not fully, but enough so he doesn’t start casting spells to harm Snow or any of the others in backlash.

“I’m sorry, but she had the same expression when Emma was getting used to us as parents. We have to give her space and time to think this over. She was trying to conceal how she was starting to feel fear from this new information, even if she doesn’t believe it, not yet. As well as how desperate she looked to leave. If I hadn’t of let her leave then I or you guys don’t want to find out what she would have done. To us or herself.” Snow glances to Emma, referring to her and David at the start. Emma looks down, remembering how she felt when everyone remembered and how it was weird getting used to actually having her parents. And how well they handled it, especially Snow.

The others let out nods of understanding, thinking of how you were responding to their attempts to make you just listen to them today. “But we need to keep trying. We have to make her believe.” Rumple finally says, not giving up on you. Belle agrees with him, wanting their daughter to be safe and with them, knowing the truth about what really happened and why you grew up with apparently no one as you clearly hinted at while lashing out at them earlier.

“We will. We just need to give the girl her space for now” Snow replies, glad that everyone is understanding her thinking. “In the meantime, we should regroup, go back to our place and think of what to do better next time we encounter her. Have a more solid plan to get her to believe” David tells everyone.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go.” Regina says after a moment of silent nodding. They start their venture back into town, going to the Charmings loft, which is thankfully close by, so not a long walk.

You make your way to the other side of the small town quickly, to one of the apartment buildings where you live. You’ve been checking and making sure that not one of them has followed you and rest assured, they haven’t. That information makes you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in as you walk up the stairs to your door.

Searching your denim pockets, you pull out your key before inserting it into the keyhole. After twisting and jiggling it a little, it unlocks and you enter your apartment, really wishing you had just stayed here instead of venturing out today. Then you wouldn’t be plagued with the thought of what if those crazy people are telling the truth.

No. No way are they telling the truth. Theres no way in any universe that Belle and Rumpelstiltskin are your parents. That doesn’t make sense. You gaslight yourself into thinking that, feeling better after, knowing they are all just being delusional and have the wrong person. And hopefully they realize that soon. Preferably before tomorrow, you wish, as you slump down on your couch in your living room.

You groan, smacking your hands against your head in annoyance. “Why? Why me?! Of all people” you exclaim to yourself. “And now I’m talking to myself. Just lovely” You throw your head back against the couch cushion in exhaustion.

Flicking your hand, you turn the tv on to a random channel playing a Spider Man movie with your magic. The movie takes your mind off the events from today. You lift your legs up to sit criss-cross and grab one the blankets next to you and drape it over your body.

Everyone makes their way over to the Charmings loft after the ten-minute walk from the docks. “So, what’s the next plan?” Hook sighs, invested in this adventure of making you believe that these people are your family. He leans against one of the pillar walls as everyone else stands around or sits at the kitchen table.

Before anyone can answer, the front door opens again. Neal and Henry walks in, the eight-year-old having ice cream around his lips. “Mommy” He lets go of his dad’s hand and runs over to Regina and Emma, the blond standing behind where the other is sitting. They both smile at the boy, Regina lifting him up onto her lap, and Emma grabbing a napkin from the kitchen to wipe the smeared ice cream off the boy’s face.

“Sorry for barging in, hope we weren’t interrupting anything” Neal says once he realizes everyone is there after he follows Henry into the space, including his father. “Oh, is this about...” Neal remembers how the group of them were finally going to seek out his half sister today while he spent the day with Henry. “Yeah, it is” Belle answers him, sitting next to Rumple.

“About what?” Henry perks up, curious. The boy looks at his dad before everyone else in the kitchen. They all don’t say anything, not wanting to tell the young boy just yet. Not until they talk to you and get you believe and know they’re telling the truth.

Finally, Emma speaks up and takes Henry’s hand, “Come on, Sweetie, why don’t we get you ready for bed. I’m sure you’re all full of sugar and are about to crash out soon.” Emma looks to Neal for the last part about the kid consuming so much sugar. She easily distracts Henry from his question by taking him up the loft stairs to get him washed up and ready to go to sleep.

Neal shrugs at Emma for the sugar comment, technically she’s not wrong about that. But how could he say no to the kid if he wanted candy and ice cream? After Emma and Henry disappear to the upstairs part of the loft, Neal leans against the wall closer to the group.

“So, how’d it go?” He asks once he knows Henry is out of hearing range up there. Rumple sighs, “Not well…she didn’t take kindly to us revealing the truth about who she is to her.” Neal’s mood dampens a little at the revelation. He hoped it would have gone better.

“Aye, first, she created a diversion with magic - yeah, she has magic - and ran away into the woods. Then when we found her at the docks and those two told her about them being her parents and she yelled a lot.” Killian nods over to Belle and Rumple. “And we still don’t know her name either.” He finished, answering the question.

“Okay, well, where is she now then?” Neal sighs, disappointed, but knowing his father and Belle must be feeling ten times worse than he and everyone else is. Everyone looks to Snow, Rumple glaring, still not entirely over for how the woman let you go.

Snow sighs, looking away from Rumple, slightly disturbed from his gaze. Belle places a hand on his arm, letting him know to tone It down and let the poor woman be. “Uh, she, well, I sort of let her go back to wherever she’s been staying or wanted to go. I could tell she was nervous and wasn’t going to listen anymore. I could just tell she wanted a way out. So, I let her leave. Back to where she wanted to go. Sorry again” She looks at Neal and then everyone. David wraps his arm around her back in reassurance. Neal nods a couple times in response, not knowing what else to say.

“We came here to set up a new plan of getting her to believe the truth.” Regina tells the man, leaning back in her chair. “Though we’ve got nothing yet” Rumple sighs, placing his hand on top of his wife’s.

Emma emerges from the upstairs of the loft, coming back into the kitchen space. Henry is all washed up and tucked in bed, dreaming away. “About that, I think I’ve got a plan.” She stands in front of the table, a couple feet across from Neal. “What is this plan of yours then, Ms. Swan” Rumple looks to the blonde, not getting his nor Belle’s hopes up too much. “Well, I got to thinking. Maybe we couldn’t get to her, but there may be a way to sort of butter her up, get her to be a little more open hopefully” Emma starts explaining her thought process.

“Proceed, sounds good so far” Gold hums. “We…We could use Henry-“she gets cut off by Regina. “No, absolutely not. We said we’d leave Henry out of this!” Regina straightens up in the chair and exclaims. “Shh, you’re going to wake him.” Emma continues, “Just, hear me out here. We have henry go up to her when she’s out somewhere and have him, I don’t know, like talk to her and have her warm up to him. And we can all be supervising to make sure nothing bad will happen. Plus, I don’t think she would hurt a kid, she’s still a kid herself!” Emma justifies and explains further.

“So, you want to use our son to somehow lure her and get her to warm up to him, henceforth then she’ll have to warm up to us? That’s a big ‘if’ there, Emma” Regina attempts to cool down, though her tone isn’t exactly showing it. “I know, I know, but just think about it! It can work if we do this right.” Emma looks at everyone. Rumple and Belle are obviously already on board, and the rest of them are closely behind. All that’s left is convincing Regina. “Look, if it happens, I’m not saying it will, but if something bad does happen, we’ll be right there to swoop in and stop it. But we can try this, it could work” Emma goes closer to regina.

“Ms. Swan is right. Having the young boy go up to her could make it easier for her to start believing that we’re telling her the truth. Henry doesn’t even have to know who she is and why he’s doing this, it can be as safe as can be for him” Rumple looks over to his old student.

Regina sighs, crossing her arms and looking down at the table. “..Fine. But if this goes wrong and something happens to Henry because of her, then I’m not holding back. I’ll do anything to protect him. Even if it means harming her.” She looks at Emma and everyone before landing on Rumple and Belle for the last part. Belle’s facial expression falls for a moment, but she understands the other woman’s protectiveness of her son. And Rumple bite’s his lip curtly before nodding, not wanting to cause a scene. For now.

“Okay…So, what’s the next step?” David asks now that everyone’s on the same page and to fill in the void of silence. “There’s nothing we can do right now, but tomorrow we can keep tabs of where she is and then once she situates somewhere, that’s when we send Henry over to her and hope he can use some of his cute persuasion on her. Or something like that” Emma comes up with the rest of the plan quickly, it all reels through her head.

That makes everyone agree before slowly tapering off. Regina leaving back to her house, Rumple and Belle back to their home, as well as Hook and Neal leaving to the Jolly Roger (where Neal has been staying with Hook). The two of them have bonded again once Neal came to Storybrooke, now having a pretty good friendship with one another. Snow, Charming and Emma are retiring to their rooms for the night by the time everyone leaves the loft.

The next day, you wake up with a groan, sitting up and looking at your surroundings. You see the living room space and furniture. Sighing, you realize you must have fallen asleep last night watching movies. Rolling off the couch, you walk over to your bedroom and to your closet.

Flicking through the clothing on the rack in your closet, you decide on a purple tie up shirt before going shuffling through your dresser, taking a pair of jean shorts. You change out of your clothing from yesterday you accidentally slept in and into the outfit you just chose. Checking yourself in the mirror, you nod, liking how it looks. You flick your wrist, doing a spell to apply makeup to your face in a quick second.

Hopefully today will be better than yesterday and you won’t have a run in with any of those creepers, you think as you make your way to the small kitchen in your apartment. Going through the cupboard, you pull out a box of cereal and a carton of milk from the fridge, having a bowl of sugary cereal for breakfast.

After eating, you grab your keys and put on a pair of sheer black sandal heels. You make your way out of the apartment and the building, onto the streets. Walking around, you end up in the park, sitting on one of the benches. There’s a playground a couple feet away but thankfully there are no kids playing on it, or else you would leave the place immediately. Let’s just say you are not too fond of kids. At least your cursed self wasn’t, considering you were never around kids, unless you count baby animals, in the woods of the Enchanted Forest.

On the far end of the park, stands Regina and her son, Henry. She has her eyes on you and sees how you’re just zoned out looking at the scenery around the park. She deems it safe to enact their plan as there’s obviously nothing looking wrong with what you’re doing. She turns to look down at the younger boy.

“Henry, Mommy has to make a call, why don’t you go play at the park. Oh look, there’s a girl over there on the bench, why don’t you go become friends with her.” Regina nods over to where you’re still sitting on the bench. The eight-year-old looks over to you sitting on the bench, nodding his head excitedly. “Yes!” He exclaims and runs over to the girl on the bench.

They had tracked you down again today, not needing to look very hard, finding you easily at the park. Regina undoes her cloaking spell, revealing everyone so they can all watch what happens between Henry and you.

One moment you’re staring at the trees, the next you’re pulled out of your thought process by something tapping your leg. Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion, you look down to see the cause of it. Only to find out it’s a young boy. “Hi?” You ask, not knowing what the child wants with you.

“Hi! My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” He climbs up onto the bench next to you. “…My name’s Y/n. Where are your parents?” You ask, not knowing what to do with this small child.

 Everyone further away who’s watching, listening in with a spell on the conversation, eyes widen. They finally have your name. “Y/n. We have her name now” Belle smiles softly, looking up at rumple who also has a fond look on his face, looking back at his wife.

“Somewhere around here. Let’s play!” Henry says excitedly and jumps off from the bench. He takes one of your hands and pulls you to stand up. Your eyes widen as you stand, the boy dragging you to the playground a couple feet away.

“Hold on- what?” You look down at the boy and his grip on your hand. “Tag! You’re it!” Henry lets go of you and lightly smacks his hand on your arm before running away around the playground. “What- Oh this is where I run after you…fine” You sigh, nothing could possibly become worse than this. You jog after the boy, not running after him at full speed obviously as it to be more ‘fun’ for him.

The whole group watches as I play tag with henry all around the playground. “See, this is working. Better than I thought” Emma tells everyone, though looking specifically Regina. “Fine, I’ll give you that, Ms. Swan” Regina sighs, a small smile displayed on her face as she watches with everyone else how you play with Henry, albeit a little reluctant with the fact the young boy just came up and sort of forced you into it.

Rumple and Belle watch, hand in hand together, how you’re actually sort of smiling while chasing Henry, compared to the scowl and glare you had on your face yesterday. “She looks better than yesterday, more open. But I guess that was sort of the plan” Belle whispers to him, laying her head against his shoulder.

“Yes, now if only we can have her be like that when she’s with us.” Rumple whispers back to his wife. Though they get distracted by Henry yelling with joy.

“Catch me! Catch me!” Henry exclaims while looking back at you, running to the slide on the playground structure and sliding down. “…Okay, please don’t get stuck” you whisper to yourself as you follow him down the slide. Thankfully, you slide down the large equipment piece easily without getting stuck. Jumping off, you start chasing after the giggling boy again.

Although the adults can hear everything you and Henry are saying because of a spell Regina casted, so a few of them chuckled at your little plea. “Well, she’s definitely more chipper than yesterday” David says, his eyes scrunching at how you follow the eight-year-old around.

By almost the fifteen minute mark of chasing Henry, you lean your hands against your thighs, panting more than you’d ever like to admit, exhausted from all the running around and on the playing structure. “O-okay, you’re showing me just how out of shape I am, geeze!” You try catching your breath, exclaiming to Henry.

And all said little boy does is stop and turn around to look at you and giggle. “Seriously, how are you not tired!?” You eventually stand back up to full height in your heels. Oh yeah, you’re wearing heels while having done all that chasing and climbing, it’s a miracle that you haven’t twisted your ankle. “Cause I have a lot of energy!” Henry giggles with a big grin on his face.

“Clearly” You place your hands on your hips. “You know what?” You put on a big smile. “What?” Henry comes closer to you, looking up. “This!” You move forward and lift him up into your arms, you start spinning around. He throws his head back and laughs, holding onto your shoulders.

“That’s adorable” Belle smiles, biting her lip happily as she watches you interact with the boy. “It’s definitely unexpected to say the least” Hook leans against one of the trees, arms crossed, but watching the scene playing out at the park with interest. The others agree with nods or hums of agreement.

“Who knew the same snarky, glaring girl from yesterday would be this good with kids.” Snow says, leaning against David, his own arm wrapped around her back. “It could also be another diversion, and she knows we’re watching” Regina turns back to her stableness of pessimistic self. “I highly doubt that” Rumple turns his attention away from your and Belle to look at the mayor. “If she did, by now all of us would be getting some accusations and less than appropriate comments thrown our way” He continues explaining to her and everyone else.

You twirl Henry around, easily carrying him a couple more times in a circle before setting him down on the woodchip ground again. He giggles more, catching his breath a bit from laughing so hard. “That was fun!” He exclaims, looking up at you with glimmering eyes full of energy.

“I bet it was. Now, can you tell me where your Mom or Dad is, huh?” You set your hands on your hips in question of where the kid came from considering there’s no way some parent would let their kid come to the park alone, right?

“Okay.” He looks around before he spots Regina and the rest of his family plus Hook. They must have come while he was playing with his new friend, he thinks excitedly. “There’s my Mommy and my other Mommy and my Daddy” Henry points to the group of people. Before you could even comprehend to the group of people the boy’s pointing at, he grabs your hand again, pulling you with him towards them.

Finally, when you look up, you freeze, standing still. Which makes Henry get pulled back a little to stop him walking. He looks up at you confused as to why you stopped when he wanted to bring you to his family. But his eyebrows just furrow in confusion more when he sees how your face is frozen in something that looks a lot like shock.

You freeze once you see the group of people the boy is leading you to. They’re the exact same people who have been stalking you, everyone on your list this time. This kid is related to them?!...Holy shit, you think. The boy, Henry, he must be the mayor’s son, and Emma’s son. But which dude is his dad? He said he was her…whatever, you snap out of it. You need to get out of here, now!

You try to detach Henry’s hand from yours, not wanting to be anywhere near those delusional people who say that Beauty and the fucking Beast are my parents.

“What’s wrong?” The boy’s head tilts in confusion, not knowing about the whole situation at hand between you and his family. “Uh, sorry kid, I need to go. Like now” You pull your hand away from his when it goes slack while he pouts up at you.

Before you can even turn around to leave in the other direction far away from the park, everyone comes over to us. Henry hugs Emma, his arms going just below her waist from where he can reach up. She ruffles the boy’s hair, then looks back up at you like everyone else.

“I thought I told you yesterday to leave me alone and not to test me anymore” Your eyes glare in anger towards the group, stopping at Neal. “Well omitting you, considering you weren’t there yesterday, but I think you can take the hint at this moment.” Snarking at the man, Henry watches, intrigued about what’s happening but also sad and confused why his new friend doesn’t like his family. Even if you hadn’t met them before, but maybe you have? He doesn’t know. The eight-year-old is so confused, instead clinging onto Emma, his other Mom, Regina standing a couple feet away, starting to glare right back at you.

“You were right, she is hostile” Neal turns to Hook momentarily. Obviously, they had talked when they went back to the Jolley Roger last night, the others infer. You roll your eyes at the attempt at the quip from the man. “Ooh, I’m shaking, Neal” I smirk, revealing I know who he is, at least what his name is, to the group.

 The man in question, pauses for a second, before shaking it off, “Am I wrong though? Why not consider what they told you yesterday? It’s the truth.” He finally brings up the whole reason they’re there. You scoff, shaking your head. “No. It’s not. You have the wrong person. Now, I suggest all of you quit your little ‘mission’ of trying to delusionize my mind as well.” You scan, looking at all their faces with a harsh glare before landing on Henry, your gaze softening – but only a bit. “And it’s just desperate and a bit sad that you had to include a child in this.” Emma’s wrapped arm around Henry tightens at your comment.

“We’re only trying to get you to open up, to see that we’re telling the truth” Rumple steps forward. “Well, I can assure you that one game of tag with Henry isn’t even close and nothing ever will be, Dark One” You sneer at the older man, using the Enchanted Forest term of who he really is, getting under his nerves.

“Look, Dearie, you can push us away as much as you want, but what we told you is the truth. Why would we ever lie about something like that?” He knows you’re just trying to get a rise out of him, and he’s not going to fall into it.

You scoff, “Says Rumpelstiltskin, killer of probably thousands of people, and who makes deals with ignorant people just to stab them in the back later. So, excuse me from believing anything you say is fucking true!” Exclaiming this, you raise your arms in frustration. Emma is quick to cover Henry’s ears when you use the profanity.

“Now, just wait” Belle says, wanting her daughter to believe, but now you’re looking like you are two seconds away from snapping at them. “No. I won’t wait. Leave me the hell alone with your delusions about me and who I apparently am. All of you.” You turn around and walk the opposite way, knowing they’re all just standing there, watching like the creepy stalkers you know them to be from everything you gathered about them, especially when it comes to you.

Several more paces, you almost smack into people. Belle and Rumpelstiltskin. How the hell? You think, before realizing the man must have used his magic to transport them over to you. “What did I literally just say?!” You start getting enraged. What the hell is wrong with these people?! Can’t they take a hint?! You take a step more back, separating yourself from the two of them further. “One last time, I am not your daughter. I grew up in the woods of the Enchanted Forest by myself. My actual mother and father abandoned me when I was a baby. Now stop trying to convince me otherwise. I know my own story, and it really sucks. More so with strangers stalking me and trying to bud in when I never wanted them to” You try to explain calmly, but there was still the underlying notion of anger under the wording.

Their eyes soften when they get a little explanation of your growing up. It’s disheartening to know that you think you were abandoned while you were in reality kidnapped from them. Something they need to explain to you. And they try to. “Sweetheart, you weren’t abandoned. You were-“ Belle starts. “Don’t even finish. I told you; I’m not delving into your delirious game.” You look between both of them. You can’t believe they’re still on about this, why can’t they take a fucking hint? You think to yourself.

You try to push past them to leave the park again. But Belle reaches out and grabs your arm, not too strong, she doesn’t want to hurt her daughter. “We mean you no harm. Please, just listen to us.” She looks at you with desperation and hope in her eyes. All she wants is for you, her daughter, to know the truth and believe them, making them a whole family. It may be a twisted one, but a whole one still.

Making your other arm go slack, you dig your nails into the skin of your thigh, trying to relieve yourself of the rage simmering inside of you. But to no avail, it’s not exactly working the way you were hoping it would. All you want is to leave the park, and this town. But only one of those options is available.

Rumple and Belle glance at each other in worry from seeing you necessarily hurting yourself by digging your nails into your leg just to keep yourself calm, well less angry than you’re clearly letting on already.

“All we have is the truth to tell you. We wouldn’t be badgering you if we didn’t know for certain you’re our daughter” Rumple says. “And how do you know for certain?!” You’re getting fed up with all this. Your magic is bubbling up, playing off your emotions of anger, if you don’t leave this situation soon, it’s not going to be pretty.

“We casted a spell, with something that belonged to you before you were taken from us to find you. That’s why we’ve been keeping a tab on you for the past week and a half, to learn about you. And to see who our baby girl is after all this time” He explains to you, voice on the teetering edge of wavering. He cares for you deeply. He lost Bae when the boy was fourteen, breaking their promise. And then the same thing happened, he lost you, his second child, but only after spending mere hours with her after she was born. But eventually he found Bae again and they mended the bridge. He wants to do the same with you, show you that you’re a part of their family.

“And what did you find out?” The two adults look at each other, knowing that their first step of the plan hadn’t gone exactly as planned, considering they had just learned your name today. “Not a lot I’m guessing” You comment at the telling look on their faces. “And your so-called spell, must have led you to the wrong person. Sorry to disappoint.” You snark, not an ounce of sorriness in your tone though.

You pull against Belle’s hold again, just wanting to go. When she doesn’t let up, you glare at her, your eye’s raking up from her hand on your arm up to her collarbone and neck area. That’s where you stop, your eyes and body freezing at what she’s wearing. That necklace she’s wearing, you know it.

[drghostwrite]

Hey !! the Regina mills request was so jaw dropping that its gotten me back into my evil queen obsession because you works are incredible. Please I beg could you write another in that style? That request has made me see Regina as a power bottom now omg 🫣🫣🫣

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Of course!!… She’s literally my fave to write for, I’m obsessed…. Also I am so sorry it took so long to write, I had some health issues going on and had to take some time off. But I worked pretty hard and I hope you enjoy. ;) <3

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Power Plays

Summary: Combining my previous poll idea and the request above, imagine reader and Regina are together but also no one really knows yet. After a very seductive date she takes you home and you spend the night, later that morning you get caught. This does start out very steamy but has a very fluff ending.

Pairing: Regina Mills x reader

Warning: Smut, MINORS DNI!!

******************************************************** 4 months…

Four very long months since you had caught Regina’s eye and what started as professional had quickly turned into seductive whispers and stolen glances. You and Regina had agreed to keep things quiet with her being mayor and you a detective, not wanting to make your relationship completely public to the prying eyes of Storybrooke, so far as she would spend nights at your place as to spare Henry and not risk him finding out.

Tonight though you decided to risk it all, you had asked Regina out to dinner for your first official debut as a couple. You pulled up in your car a sleek black Mustang. You walked up to her front door the streets glistening with a fresh rainfall. You knocked on her door and stood waiting, the door swung open and you both paused as your eyes raked over each other.

Every inch of Regina's gaze seemed to linger a little longer than normal. You were dressed in a fitted black suit paired with a black button-up, the open buttons leaving a low cut hinting subtly at the tattoos peeking out from between your breasts. The suit hugged you perfectly, sharp lines giving way to your smooth curves and Regina found herself breathless.

"You look... incredible." she murmured, her eyebrow raised, a spark of something dark flashing through her eyes.

"And you look like pure sin," you replied in a sultry tone, smirking as your gaze traced over her. She wore a satin, dark maroon dress with a plunging neckline and high slit, leaving little to your imagination as the satin hugged every perfect curve. "How is anyone supposed to keep their focus on dinner with you looking like this?"

She chuckled lowly, a smirk pulling at her perfectly painted lips. "Who says I want you to keep your focus on dinner?"

You smirked as a small laugh escaped you lips and you extended her your hand, "Well then, shall we give the town something to talk about?" She let a small laugh escape her lips before she happily interlaced her fingers with yours.

The date passed in a whirl of flirtatious teasing and stolen glances. Every time you reached for her hand or leaned in just a little closer than necessary, you could feel the electricity and tension between you building. After a few glasses of wine and uncertain glances from people in town you got the check and made you way outside.

“You know that suit and top combo should be illegal.” Regina started, walking beside you her fingers interlaced with yours.

“Is that so?” You chuckled.

“Yep,” she said slightly popping the p with her plump lips.

“hm.” You chuckled walking her around to help her into your car, “and what’s to say you should be allowed to wear this dress.”

She smirked as your eyes raked her body, your fingertips brushed against the exposed skin of her thigh from the slit in the side.

“I can take it off… if you’d like.” She said grabbing your lapels and pulling you closer, your lips lingering for a moment before her soft plump lips met yours. Your hand caressed her side as she leaned back against your car, her hands coming to brush up your sides pulling you closer.

“I would love that.” You left a smug chuckle escape your lips…she knew not being able to tear the dress off right there was driving you feral.

“My place?” She suggested.

“Henry?” You asked.

“Emma’s… she has him this weekend.”

“Perfect.” You said opening the door and helping her in, you quickly got in the drivers seat and started the engine. Whipping the car out and possibly breaking a few Storybrooke speed limits to get to her house. By the time you reached her home your patience was at its breaking point.

The second her front door closed, Regina pulled you close, capturing your lips in a kiss full of pent-up passion. Your hands found her waist, pulling her flush against you as she tangled her fingers in your hair, her nails scraping your scalp and deepening the kiss.

"You know… black is my color, but I so enjoy seeing you in it." she whispered breathlessly, her eyes dark and intense.

“Just letting everyone know who I belong to…” you teased.

“You’re driving me mad, darling.” She kissed you again.

You grinned against her lips pressing a kiss to her neck. "That was the plan."

She chuckled, and you felt her hands leave your hair, letting out a small whine against her neck before you felt her pull away, something falling to your feet. Looking down, you saw deep red satin pooling as Regina walked away, the black lingerie beautifully contrasting against her skin. Her hips swayed as you grabbed the dress and followed after her. She guided you to her bedroom, the two of you laughing in between kisses, she closed the door pushing you up against it, peeling your suit jacket off your shoulders and tossing it aside. Her hands ran over your arms and shoulders, your lips tangled in a heated kiss, a wave of her hand left you standing there in black lingerie.

"The things I want to do to you..." you whispered in her ear.

"So do them..." she said, her eyes looking up into yours, you pulled her into another kiss. Your hands found the backs of her thighs lifting her, she draped her arms over your shoulders and wrapped her legs around your waist as you carried her to the bed, climbing on and laying her down.

You climbed on top of her straddling her waist, her hands ran dangerously up your sides in a way that would make anyone else come completely undone.

You kissed along her jaw and down her neck, leaving a small nip on her pulse point. You moved so your leg was pressed against her aching center and grinned when you heard a soft gasp escape her lips, but instead a devious smirk pulled at her lips. She moved to press her thigh to your clothed but aching pussy, her hands finding your hips and pushing you flush against her.

“So needy just for me...” She whispered as you bit your lip eyes fluttering closed as she forced you to grind against her thigh. Your orgasm drawing closer and closer but instead you pulled away, opening you eyes to meet her dark orbs, pupils blown with lust.

You snickered before moving down her body, placing open mouthed kisses from her neck. You unhooked her lace bra and tossed it somewhere to be found later, placing kisses between her breast licking over her hardened nipples just enough to tease. You continued your kisses over her stomach, then hips before you grabbed the band of her lace panties between your teeth, sliding them off her legs and tossing them aside, all while keeping eye contact.

“Darling?”

“Yes my love?” You asked placing kisses and bites all over he inner thighs as her legs spread for you.

“You know what teasing gets you…” she said reaching down, her hand brushing hair out of your face as you looked up into her eyes mischievously.

Your tongue slow and teasing met her aching core, “I’ll take my chances...” You whispered against her, her eyes darkening as you latched onto her clit, watching her head fall back onto plush pillows.

You watched her chest heave, small gasps escaping her lips and you added two fingers, at first slowly pulling in and out, drawing her orgasm closer and closer. Using your spare hand you ran it over her stomach up between her breasts and let your fingers play around her neck, she grabbed your wrist and you moved it to play with hardened nipples.

“Y/N, I-I’m gonna…” she whispered her hand followed down your wrist her nails deliciously scratching up your bicep. You sucked her clit harshly curling you fingers to hit the spongy spot that she craved and felt her release, dripping down your hand, her walls still clenching around you.

“How I love hearing my name fall from your lips…” you said, moving back up her body and kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

“You’re cute… but don’t think you’re getting away with your little stunt.” She said kissing you, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth biting softly to let you know who was in charge here.

“if you say so…” you trailed, tempting her, testing her dominance… but nevertheless she had something planned, her devilish smirk and dark eyes telling you that you were in for it.

She sat up with you still straddling her lap, with a wave of her hand you were no longer in your lingerie and felt a bulge against your core, you looked down and saw she had conjured her favorite strap on, a notable size, deep purple with very realistic ridges and bumps, the sight making your lips part as you practically drooled over her.

“My eyes are up here…” she whispered, her hand coming to lift your chin. She placed teasing kisses on your lips, you let out a small moan, almost a whine.

“Did you want something, sweetheart?” She played dumb knowing exactly what you wanted, you wanted her to rail you into oblivion.

“Damn you, Regina.” You whispered as her fingers traveled to your dripping pussy, slowly teasing you. Her lips found your breast and pulled one into her mouth, her tongue swirling as her fingers teased your entrance.

“Baby, I-I’m gonna cum…” you let out a breathy moan as your hips bucked against her, you could feel your body so close and yet the release never came.

“Are you?” She teased, her eyes darkening, that’s when the realization hit, she was using her magic to stop you from cumming, her fingers still teasing you.

You let a whine escape your throat as she bit into the skin of your shoulder. “I told you there would be hell to pay…” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. She teased you some more, sliding two fingers inside of you, her palm brushing your clit, you chased your high but still found no release.

“please, please…” you begged, tears falling down your cheeks out of frustration.

“So pretty when you beg,” she kissed the tears that were falling down the cheeks before finding your lips and you could taste the salt.

“Lift your hips for me darling…” she said her hands fixing your waist and guiding you, one hand gasped the appendage and guarded it to your aching pussy.

“Shit, Regina…” you hissed as you lowered yourself, but instead she rammed into you, giving you no time to adjust, the stretch burned at first, but slowly turned into pleasure as she slid in and out of you. You eyes fluttering closed as you hoped that she would let you cum soon.

You felt her lay back against the pillows, watching as your hips moved in harmony with her thrusts. Your hand going back to grip her thigh as your hips swirled giving her a full view of you riding her.

“That’s it… show mommy how good she makes you feel,” you let out a low moan as the dick hit your sweet spot, “you feel so good wrapped around me sweetheart.”

Your eyes snapped open to look at her blissed out face, “Y-you can feel it?”

“Mm,” she moaned deliciously, “I can feel everything.”

“h-how?”

“I know a few… tricks.” She trailed.

“but… oh god.” You felt her thrust up into you roughly.

“Show me what a good girl you are and ride my dick till I say stop.” With that you ground down against her harder.

You let out a breathy gasp, watching as her eyes fluttered, seeing her dick slide in and out of you, your movements bringing her to the edge. You felt so close and begged again, but still no orgasm for you, hearing her get closer and closer.

“So warm and tight… I think I’m gonna…” you felt her tap your hip, telling you to get off, “we didn’t use protection.” she panicked as she tried to push you off but instead you leaned forward, one hand on her chest and the other gripped the headboard, keeping your body in place.

“I don’t care…” with that you could feel her release inside of you. Her breath ragged as you slowed your hips, but you didn’t stop, still chasing your high.

“Dammit, Regina please… please let me come.” You cried out, tears burning in the corners of you eyes.

“Have you learned your lesson?” She asked, watching you squirm against her.

“yes…” you trailed.

“yes what?”

“yes mommy.” You gasped.

“That’s my girl…” she kissed your lips hungrily before thrusting up into you rapidly. It didn’t take long for either of you as you have been so on edge and her being so sensitive, you could feel her hips beginning to get sloppy and her breathing heavier as she got close.

“Mommy I’m gonna…”

“Cum with me darling…” she whispered in your ear and that was enough to make you come undone. Your body trembling as you fell forward against her, both of your movements coming to a halt, both of you almost painfully sensitive.

You stayed like that for a moment before she helped you lift off of her, you winced slightly at your muscles now sore and exhausted, laying down beside her as a wave of her hand made member disappear and cleaned you both up.

She pulled you close her hand on you waist as she looked into your tired eyes.

“You know a move like that could get you pregnant, right?”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t be proud to know I’m carrying your baby?” You teased.

“There are better ways of letting everyone know you belong to me…” she retorted.

“Whatever you say Madame Mayor.” You said sleepily, turning in her arms so she was flush against your back, the cool sheets enveloping your bodies until you fall asleep.

“Stubborn as ever, Detective.” She says placing a kiss to your shoulder before settling against you.

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The next morning soft light crept in through the curtains, you heard soft breathing and felt as the gorgeous raven haired woman shifted next to you. Soft thighs met your hips and Regina straddled your waist, her dark hair slightly disheveled, her skin warm against yours as she leaned down to press soft, lingering kisses on your lips.

"Mmm... morning beautiful," you murmured your hands finding her hips as she moved against you, her lips claiming yours in another heated kiss.

"Good morning, Detective." she whispered with a playful glint in her eyes, her finger tracing your jawline before she bent down to trail kisses along your jaw, burying her lips against your neck.

“You going to behave today, or will I have to remind you?”

“a reminder wouldn’t hurt.” You teased feeling as she sucked on your pulse point.

Just then you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps break through the quiet. Regina's eyes widened, but before either of you hand time to react, her bedroom door flung open and Henry bounded in with an excited smile on his face.

"Mom! Emma and I..." He stopped quickly his eyes darting between you and Regina as he looked between you with confusion.

"Henry!" Regina gasped yanking the sheets up over you both to cover your exposed bodies before he could see anything, her face flushing.

Emma was right on his heels, taking one look and quickly shielding his eyes, "Oh boy..." she said before sighing dramatically, "Alright kid, let's give your mom some privacy."

Henry blinked, utterly confused as Emma steered him towards the door. "But... Isn't that Y/N... what's going on?"

Emma shot a very embarrassed Regina an amused, knowing look, "Nothing you need to worry about. Come on, let's go."

“Bye mom! Bye Y/N!” Henry called as Emma escorted him out.

You both waited holding your breath until you heard the front door close. You felt as a very flustered Regina fell forward burying her face in your neck, letting out a small groan.

"Guess the secret's out," you teased brushing soft fingertips up her side.

"This is so embarrassing," Regina mumbled, her face still covered.

You couldn't resist leaning in to whisper in her ear, "If it makes you feel any better, you look adorable being all flustered."

She swatted your arm, letting out a small chuckle, before climbing off your lap, getting off the bed she picked up your shirt that was crumpled on the floor and pulled it around her body, with a wave of your hand you were clad in a tank top and soft pajama pants, her phone buzzed on the night stand next to you. she carefully picked it up, her hair falling around her face before she swipes some of it behind her ear. Her eyes scanned the screen and she let out a small huff of laughter.

"It's from Emma," she read, unable to keep the smirk off her face, "Nice to see you and Y/N has fun last night, Henry is excited to know that you two are official. ;)"

You chuckled, getting up you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, placing a kiss on her neck, "So does that mean it's okay to be out in the open?"

Regina turned to look back at you, biting her lip. "It... it might be. but I want you to know, it's not easy... to love me." She glanced down, her expression softening to something almost vulnerable, "I've had... trust issues in the past. I've kept my heart guarded for so long, but you..." she paused, smiling up at you, "You're different, I want to try... with you."

You pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead as you felt her relax against you, her head settling on your shoulder, your hand squeezing her waist. "I want that too, Regina... I will be by your side, as long as you want me… especially considering I could be pregnant with your baby.” You teased and she playfully squeezed your arm.

“You did that to yourself, I tried to warn you.” She smirked, moving to kiss your lips, before she tucked her head back into the crook of your neck.

“Not my fault you turned me into a whining mess above you… you’re very persuasive Madame Mayor.”

"Hmm..." she hummed softly against your skin before pulling back to look into your eyes. "Well Detective, I'd be lying if I said that badge and gun weren't part of the appeal."

"Oh really?" you replied, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned in your lips dangerously close. "Because my office is just down the road... and it comes with handcuffs."

Her laugh was low and warm, and she pulled you into another deep kiss, her arms hands gripping your hips, nails digging into the skin. "Don't tempt me."

[heatherfield]

#in my mind she's still like 10 (via @queenofglassbeliever)

When did this happen? 😭😭 Where has the time gone?

[multifandomfix]

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden — Regina Mills

Summary: You’ve always loved Regina, but her actions as the Evil Queen finally become too much to bear. Will she see the error of her ways in time or will it be too late to make her amends?

Word Count: 1,377

Warnings: Angst, grief, no happy ending

You’ve always loved Regina.

You were there before Daniel, before the eventual heartbreak that followed in the wake of his death, before she became the Evil Queen. From the moment you met her, you knew she was special. She was kind, passionate, and full of life. When she fell in love with Daniel, you saw her happiness and swallowed your own pain, choosing instead to support her.

You remembered the first time you saw her with him. The way her eyes sparkled and her laugh rang out, pure and unrestrained. It was a beautiful sight, even if it broke your heart. "He's everything to me," she had confided to you one day, her smile brighter than the sun. You nodded, forcing a smile and hiding the turmoil inside you. You told her you were happy for her. In part, at least, you were.

When Cora killed Daniel, you were the one who held Regina, comforting her through her grief. "I can't go on without him," she had sobbed, clinging to you like a lifeline. You wanted to whisk her way and protect her from the world’s cruelty then, but before you’d had a chance, Leopold came with his proposal, and she was drawn into a grander life that you couldn’t follow her into. "I have to do this," she'd said to you, mere days before she was to depart, and this time it not only broke your heart, but hers. Cora had made this decision for her, and no matter what you said, you knew her fate was sealed.

When Leopold died, Regina found you again, asking you to be an adviser in her court. It wasn’t an offer you could refuse, not that you had wanted to. You were happy to be by her side once more, even though something felt different. In private, she was still your Regina, soft and caring, especially with you and her father, Henry. But around others, she had become the Evil Queen, cold and ruthless. It was a dissonance you struggled to reconcile.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked her one night, after a particularly harsh punishment to one of her guards.

"Because I have to be strong," she replied, looking away. You thought to argue that there were other ways she could be seen as such, but you could tell by her demeanor that she would hear none of it.

You, along with Henry, tried to dissuade her from casting the curse you both knew was coming, but again, she wouldn’t listen. "This isn't the answer, Regina," you pleaded. "You can't build your happiness on others' misery."

She looked at you, eyes hard. "Happiness is a lie," she snapped. "Revenge is all I have left."

Watching the woman you so ardently adored become this cold, unloving and merciless queen had hurt you more than you imagined. You debated leaving more than once, but your devotion to her and the person she’d been stopped you each and every time. You still thought you could get through to her.

However, her sacrificing her father to enact her dark curse was the breaking point. You couldn’t hold back any longer. "Regina, stop!" you shouted, rushing to her side. "I can't let you do this."

She turned to you, eyes cold. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she said. "Not anymore." You could tell the last part wasn’t meant for you specifically, but Regina was so lost in her own hatred, she wasn’t being rational.

"This isn't you," you cried, tears streaming down your face. "I don't recognize you anymore. What happened to the woman I loved?"

Regina's eyes widened in shock. "Loved?" she repeated, incredulous. "You... loved me?" For a moment, you glimpsed the Regina you used to know.

"Yes," you said, voice trembling. "I've loved you all these years. Even when it hurt, even when you pushed me away."

And just like that it was gone, that lightness in her eyes darkened once more and Regina snapped, refusing to believe you. To her, the only happiness was making Snow White suffer. Your confession was seen as a weakness, an obstacle in her path to revenge. "You're lying," she spat. "You're trying to weaken me, to stop me from getting what I deserve."

"No, Regina, please," you begged. "I'm telling the truth. I love you."

But it was too late. She had her guards seize you, and you were left to watch as she prepared to cast the curse. "Get out," she ordered, voice breaking slightly. "And don't come back."

It was too late for Regina to turn back. "I can't stop now," she whispered to herself, tears in her eyes as she moved to complete the curse. "I can't."

*****

For twenty eight years in Storybrooke, she thought about you, regretting the day that she let you go and longing for your presence. With no magic in this land, she couldn’t track you down. She didn’t even know if you’d made it here when the curse covered the land. She had no way of knowing for certain. Not unless she saw you. And for all twenty eight years, she’d not even seen you in passing once.

Finally, when Emma broke her curse, Regina disappeared to her vault and cast a spell on a necklace of yours that she had kept for all these years. The spell led her to a spot in the back of her garden where a bush of wild roses grew. Confused, she went to Gold, who gave her a potion to show the last memories of the person she thought about.

Once safely home, she drank the concoction down, damning any side effects that may come with it. She had to know where you were. Her vision clouded over and a scene played out in her head.

It was back on the day she cast the curse, you had broken free from her guards, the ones she’d ordered to take you away from her. You tried to reach her, in one desperate last chance to stop her. If you’d made it to her, you still would been too late, somehow she knew that, but as she watched you run, trying to make it back in the castle, she felt an ache grip her chest. And there it was, you, stumbling up the stairs in your hurry and alerting some of the castle knights. Thinking you were an ally of Snow White and Prince Charming, they pursued you, catching you easily enough after your fall. And Regina collapsed onto the floor when she witnessed one of them stab their sword through your chest.

As the fog of the memories lifted from her eyes she realized, if her house here in Storybrooke represented her former castle, then the bush of wild roses in her yard marked the very spot where you died.

Regina was completely broken by the vision and by your loss, but she made a promise to herself. She hadn’t been able to protect you in life, but she would take care of those roses until her dying breath. The bush grew there at the back of her garden because you had almost reached her when the curse was cast. Now, the place of your death had become a silent testament to her loss.

Every day, Regina tended to the roses, pouring her love and regret into their care. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the blooms. "I was blind and foolish. I should have listened to you."

As the years passed, the roses flourished under her care, a living memorial to the love she had lost. Regina would often sit by the bush, talking to the flowering bush as if you could hear her. "I miss you," she would say, tears glistening in her eyes. "I wish I could reverse it all, make things right."

In her heart, she vowed to honor your memory, knowing that she had been too blind to see the truth when it mattered most. The roses became her solace, a reminder of what she had once and had lost, and the depth of her own folly. And as she tended to them, she hoped that somehow, somewhere, you could feel her love and her regret, and forgive her.

For @annalestern

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[fictionadventurer]

After I fell down a YouTube rabbit hole of someone reviewing episodes of Wishbone, my favorite game has been coming up with books/short stories/plays that would make good Wishbone adaptations. The criteria for qualification are:

In the public domain

By an author that hasn't already had a story adapted by Wishbone

A leading male role for an adorable Jack Russell terrier to play

A plot that can be condensed down so the important plot points fit into a roughly fifteen-minute adaptation

Content that is or can be adapted to be suitable for a middle-school audience (though they seem not to have let that stop them as often as you'd think)

Lends itself to a companion story that parallels the plot or themes of the novel in a modern-day middle-school setting

With those criteria defined, the options I've come up with so far are:

North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

Wishbone plays: Mr. John Thornton Adaptability: You'd have to cut everything except the strike and the love story. Start with Margaret coming to Milton and disliking Thornton. Have her meet the Higginses and dislike mill owners. Defend Thornton during the strike. Refuse the proposal. Show Higgins and Thornton coming to an understanding, suggest Thornton loses his money, have Margaret save him and propose. The book has way too much for such a short adaptation, but everything else by Gaskell doesn't have enough plot to adapt into a short version or doesn't have a male role for Wishbone. And it would be so cute to see Wishbone in Thornton's Victorian outfits. Modern-day story: At school, a situation comes up that divides students into two rival camps, and they have to learn how to work together and come to a compromise that benefits everyone.

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

Wishbone plays: Jack Worthing (you'd want a human actor for someone as lively as Algernon) Adaptability: Pretty high. Plays seem to work well for Wishbone adaptations, and you can tell the story in a few scenes. Modern-day story: Modern-day retelling focusing on the importance of honesty. One of the kids gets out of chores at home by pretending they have to help a new student with homework, but their lies come back to bite them.

"The Absence of Mr. Glass" by G.K. Chesterton

Wishbone plays: Father Brown (imagine him in a cute little clerical collar!) Adaptability: Great. Wishbone has done several detective stories, and short stories easily fit into the short time frame. I chose "Mr. Glass" because it doesn't involve a murder or a lengthy philosophical discussion, and lends itself well to a funny modern story about not jumping to conclusions Modern-day story: One of the kids' parents is acting strangely. The kids investigate and build up the clues until they believe some wild and terrible situation is happening. It turns out to be something innocent (like a surprise party)

Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Wishbone plays: Henry Higgins Adaptability: Pretty good. Plays work well, and the story is very condensable. Not sure how well a story about the intricacies of British accents would adapt to an American show, but it would still work if you make it about "learn fancy manners and don't talk like a hick". You could get some great puns out of the dog telling a human to "Speak!" Modern-day story: The classic school story plot of changing yourself to impress a potential love interest. The girl tries to doll herself up for a dance and learns it's better to be herself.

[demonicbaby666]

Tres

One shot | Once Upon a Time Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.8k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, masturbation, biting, oral, fingering, edge play, strap-on use (r!receiving), spanking, degradation, dom/top!Regina, sub/bottom!reader, mommy kink (tiny bit), praise.

Summary: When Regina walks in to find you waiting for her, she’s not too pleased to discover you’ve started a certain activity without her. In retaliation she decides to play a little game.

A/n: Is this the most descriptive and well-worded piece I’ve written? No. Is it proof read? Also no. But I wrote it super fast, and at least it’s seggsy, so… also the first time I’ve used ‘mommy’, which was a little giggle moment. I digress, have fun reading!

It was close to 5:30 pm, and you knew what that meant. Regina would walk through the front door like clockwork in the next couple of minutes. Henry was sleeping at a friend's house, so you had the place to yourselves and intended to make the most of it. 

You sat in skimpy black lingerie on Regina’s bed, back against her headboard, waiting. Black is, of course, her colour, but god, did she like it on you too. Just imagining the look on her face as she entered through the door excited you. On previous occasions, she’d shown little restraint when demonstrating her appreciation for coming home to one hell of a sight. Hands worshipped every inch of your body. Being impatient, you let your hand drop between your legs, imagining what you wanted and knew Regina would do to you. 

Pushing two fingers into your underwear, finding you were already wet from the sheer memories, you slowly circled your clit, closing your eyes as a small fire grew in your lower abdomen. It was an unspoken agreement that you weren’t supposed to touch yourself, not if Regina hadn’t said, yet knowing you would be caught breaking a rule only spurred you on. You thought of Regina’s slender fingers that, night after night, filled you, her brown eyes that watched you give into her time and time again, and her lips that silenced moans and screams so loud, she thought even a silencing spell couldn’t dampen them. 

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, your eyes fluttered open, revealing the face painted in your mind - though it didn’t do her beauty justice.

“And what are you doing?” Regina asked, standing in the doorway with her hands folded over her chest. Her expression was bone-chilling. 

Your skin burned brighter now you’d been caught. The want to look anywhere but at her jarred through your body, but you knew she would disapprove and kept your gaze trained on her, “I was waiting for you…” you started, guiltily biting your lip, “but I got impatient.” 

The anger in her eyes turned to a menacing predatory stare that dropped to your hand, still wedged in your underwear. And she smirked, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” 

Regina sashayed to the bed and began crawling over you, “Fuck yourself like the little slut you are,” she whispered in your ear before taking the doughy flesh of your earlobe into her mouth and nibbling on it. 

A groan broke from your throat at her gravely tone; it resembled the sound of stones scrapping along each other, shooting a bullet of pure lust straight through your chest. You could have come from her filthy words alone but followed her instructions. The angle made it difficult to achieve the fast pace fucking you craved, so you settled on running two wet fingers over your sensitive clit in a fluid motion. Small moans slipped from you, and as they grew in volume, Regina’s boldness grew too. 

Her lips travelled the length of your jawline, leaving behind rouge lipstick residue. The gentleness morphed into an unquenchable thirst when she reached your lips. Regina’s tongue ran the entire length of your top lip, then your bottom, coating them in wet warm saliva. She puckered her lips and blew on them. A cool sensation tingled from your lips, working into your bloodstream and sending shivers along your spine. You drew in a shuddering breath before leaning up to deliver a hungry kiss. Her teeth bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, a reminder that, though your hands were seeing to your own pleasure, she was still the one to give the orders. 

As your fingers continued to circle your clit, growing faster in pace methodically, Regina kept you occupied - swirling her tongue in and around your mouth. She moved the black lace over your chest to the side, revealing a pert nipple that quickly captured between her fingers. Your hips jerked at the sudden pleasurable pain that channelled through your body, but thankfully, the weight of Regina’s body held you down. Your clit throbbed with each movement, thrumming in time with your rapid heart rate. 

When your lips were rendered useless, too preoccupied with releasing gargled ‘yes’s’ and ‘fuck’s,’ Regina moved down. Your throat fell victim to a brutal attack of harsh kisses and bites that would surely leave marks. She painted a line of red blotched down to your chest, where she swiftly took your swollen nipple into her mouth and sucked. 

Your breathing was laboured, jaw shaking with each moan and whimper. The coiling in your stomach had reached an all-time high, and Regina recognised the sides of your impending orgasm right away. Her hands cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with her thumbs while bringing her lips to your ear, “Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?” 

The word ‘yes’ never made it to your tongue, your fingers and Regina’s sultry voice pushing you over the edge before you could answer. Muscles tensed all over your body, your fingers stilled over your clit, and your chest heaved pointlessly, trying to trail in gasps of air. 

Regina pulled back slightly so she could watch you catch your breath. Her stare made you feel so small, but that had never been a bad thing. There was a comfort in knowing she was in charge and that she’d never let anything happen to you unless, of course, she was the one inflicting the desired damage. 

“My turn,” she devilishly smirked, and before you could stop her, she had your underwear off, placed one hand by your head and two fingers buried deep inside your cunt, “we’re going to play a little game.”

A gasped shriek was all you could spare after having just come down from your high, “Whenever you get close,” she said, looking directly into your eyes, sliding her fingers out with painstaking slowness, “you tell me to stop.” 

Your eyes widened in response. It was an impossible punishment, and something told you Regina had set this game up to see you fail miserably. That way, she could dish out her ‘justice.’ 

“We’ll do it three times. Then if you’re good,” she bent down, letting her warm breath tickle your lips and thrust her fingers back inside you, hard, “I’ll fuck you senseless for however long you want.” 

From that point on, you were determined. Three? You could handle three. But then her fingers started moving, and suddenly three started to feel more like a hundred, and the possibility of cutting one orgasm short already felt like too much of a challenge. 

Regina showed no signs of being in a rush. Why would she? She wanted to make this last, make you suffer, reduce you to whimpering aimlessly and begging for her. Of course, you wanted to hate her for it. Instead, it made you wetter than ever. 

Your hands gripped firmly to the bedsheets, battling between pushing them away and pulling them towards you repeatedly, not knowing what you needed more at that moment. When Regina caught wind of your conflicting actions, she chuckled. The cruel mockery sent another wave of arousal to flood between your legs as her fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. Every attempt you made at quickening the pace was reprimanded. She’d slow down, almost to a halt, until you’d ceased all movement and only then would she resume. It was pitiful, and you knew it. You’d whine, and she’d ‘tsk’, shutting you up instantly. Your only outlet was the ruffled bedsheets and the pillow you used to silence your protests. 

Taking pity on you, Regina increased her vigour. Her fingers curled deep inside you, massaging the spongy lining of your g-spot, knowing it would push you right over the edge - had you not been playing this little game she’d set up, you would have cum then and there. 

You knew what you had to do when you felt the tension reach an all-time high, “Stop!” you screamed. 

And she did. Regina waited a few moments before pulling her fingers out, smirking when your pussy clenched around them - clearly unsatisfied and wanting more. 

“One down, two to go,” She said, kissing lightly on your temple. She looked down at you, and her eyes softened, “Colour?” 

“Green,” you shakily breathed out. Reaching down, you fiddled with the buttons of her slacks, and she did the rest, pulling them off and throwing them somewhere across the room, leaving her in just a silk blouse and underwear.

The softness faded from her eyes, mischief replacing it. A grin lined her lines. She leaned down to your ear and muttered, “Good.” 

Her lips lowered to yours, taking them into a fierce, passionate kiss that knocked the wind out of you. It was easy to fall into the moment, let your hands wrap around her waist, feel silk tickling your stomach, and smell Regina’s signature sharp perfume. Her tongue slid over your lower lip, and you followed her lead by opening your mouth. It was wet and messy and just the way you liked it. 

Slowly, the kiss stopped with her moving further down your body. First, to nibble and suck on your neck, then to your breasts, where she took your bra off and lathered your nipples. Her tongue ran over and around them. She’d suck one into her mouth and release them with a pop. Meanwhile, you were happy to lay back and enjoy the show, encouraging her actions with appreciative sighs and hums. Moving south along your stomach, she pecked what felt like every inch of it. Finally, when you’d started to feel impatience and excitement bubble to the surface, the mayor’s hands came to rest on either side of your thighs. She bowed down, ass perched in the air whilst she teased kisses along your inner thighs. 

Begging was useless; she’d only prolong the torment, yet you found you couldn’t stop letting out a small whimper followed by a soft ‘please’. If she heard the slip, she let it pass, instead choosing to wrap her arms around your thighs and secure them over your hips.

The open window let in a cool breeze that circulated the room and made the sweat on your body cold. It calmed your racing pulse, and you closely monitored the tension easing from aching muscles, happy to forget about the upcoming torture of halting your pleasure, even if the reward would be worth it. 

This lasted for all of ten seconds before the draft coming in was forgotten, and Regina finally ran her tongue through your drenched sex. 

You were no stranger to the magic Regina could perform with her tongue, which was why you relaxed and enjoyed the slow licks along your slit, the gentle sucking on your clit and, with one hand, gripped onto the headboard above you, the other brushing Regina’s hair off her forehead.

The attention to your clit was now alternating between sucks and licks. Sometimes she lay her tongue flat and slithered it over the hardened nub. Other times she'd use the tip of it to run stiff circles or figures of eight over it. Traipsing fingers through dark hair, you made every effort to contain screaming out. Your body desperately wanted more than what was being bestowed. 

After minutes of endless torture, she prodded your entrance with her two middle fingers, only pushing them in halfway and pulling them back out. She repeated this process until you got too impatient and unintentionally tried to push yourself down onto her fingers. This attempt was unsuccessful, what with the force she used to push your hip down into the bed.

When you looked down, her eyes were glued to you, and still, they held that dominance that told you things would move at her rate, and there’d be no two ways about it. You’d have been annoyed if it wasn’t for the fact it - having control ripped away from you - only turned you on more. 

It felt like your whole body had been submerged in boiling water, the slick salted lining of sweat had all but coated your body, and your breath was uncontrollable. There was no hope in holding back moans and mewls with your body being worked up and deprived all at once. No coherent thought seemed to be in your head. The only thing you knew was Regina, and Regina and Regina. 

Finally, her fingers pushed all the way, and your hand flew from the headboard to join its twin in her hair. A loud cry echoed across the room, and you felt Regina smirk over your aching clit. She took the bundle of nerves into her mouth and ran her teeth along it. A gasped moan left your parted lips. This time it was broken off with a near scream as Regina started to pump her fingers in and out of you rapidly.  

You sprang upwards on the bed and loudly panted, “I’m going to, I’m going to cum. Fuck!” 

Prying her tongue away and stilling her fingers, she looked at you with a raised brow and said, “You could have gone a few extra seconds, dear.” Nevertheless, she waited for you to calm down before removing her fingers and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

By this point, you were practically dripping onto the bedsheets. An ache had spread to every inch of your body, and you yearned for all the teasing to stop. If not for the gentleness that appeared between moments of unrest, you’d have thrown in the towel. Yet, the small kisses she dropped over your stomach, the tender smile she gave you, and the way she nuzzled her head in your neck so that you could breathe in her hair motivated you to push ahead and persevere. 

Absorbing this spike in affection, your fingers ran through brunette tresses. Closing your eyes, you let your worries float out the window into the late afternoon breeze. 

This time Regina moved slower. She wedged her thigh between your legs and started a slow grinding motion. The abundant slickness present easily allowed for the movement. She didn’t protest or hold your hips down when you matched her actions, so you kept going. Kneading your breast between her hands, she lowered her head down and took your left nipple between her teeth and bit down lightly on it. A balance of pain and pleasure set your body alight, and you found your hips moving faster.

Maybe it was the intensity of the moment, the shift in atmosphere that thrummed through your body - warming your chest and distracting your mind - but you didn’t stop Regina when you felt that familiar tension home in your lower abdomen. Instead, it continued to reach its peak until it was too late, and you’d let out an alarmingly loud moan that bounced around the room and, more importantly, bellowed in Regina’s ears. 

“Did you do what I think you did?” she asked, her voice having a bite to it that drained away the pleasure of what had happened, leaving fear and a sense of disappointment behind your actions. There was none of the gentleness you’d previously observed, and whilst that scared you, it also struck an excited note in you. 

Taking your silence and lack of eye contact as an admission, she shuffled backwards on the bed, kicked her legs over the side, and continued in the same menacing tone, “Come here.” 

You did as told, muttering apologies that Regina paid little to no attention to. You shuffled forward and stood on your knees next to the edge of the bed. 

Taking you over her knees, her hand made firm contact with your left ass cheek. The slapping sound rang through the room, travelling straight back to you, waking up the submissive side within you that would do anything to please and putting any thoughts of disobeying to sleep. A series of harsh slaps left you whimpering and deciding whether to beg her to stop or to keep going. But then Regina’s palm made swift contact with your cunt, leaving behind a delicious sting. 

“Oh god,” you moaned. The burn around your clit was near maddening, and you were sure if you didn’t get some proper relief soon, you’d die, “Please, Regina.” You begged. 

“What do you want, baby?” her voice dripped with power. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You whined, “Please fuck me.” 

“Stay there, and don’t move.” She commanded, sliding back and off the other side of the bed. You heard rummaging and things lightly dropping to the floor but couldn’t see much from the position she had you stay in. The bed dipped beside you, “Suck.” She growled. 

Turning your head to her, you saw Regina had now stripped down to only her panties. Fastened to her hips was her favourite harness - on it the second biggest dildo she owned. The sight of it made your lips water and your clit twitch. Powerful, she didn’t need a thrown or a crown. This was enough to remind you she was a queen and you a lowly subject. 

“Fuck,” you muttered, crawling over and holding onto her hips. 

Bringing your lips to the tip of the faux cock you slowly opened your mouth and sucked the tip in. Although the brunette could gain pleasure from this, simply by using her magic to make her cock real, you knew this was another demonstration of dominance. The thought caused you to moan and show Regina just how willing you were to please, so you took her entire length into your mouth and began bobbing your head. 

Before long, Regina had her hands in your hair as you lubed up the strap, taking it repeatedly to the hilt, then back out again, over and over. 

“You look so pretty sucking mommy’s cock.” she mused, pulling your head back and cleaning the spit off the sides of your mouth, “Such a good girl.” 

Staring up at her, you couldn’t help but feel a little pride rise in your chest and had to bite back a smile. You let it slither across your lips when Regina pulled you up and crashed her lips onto yours. Her hands circled your waist whilst her knees moved forward, guiding you towards the head of the bed. Once your head hit the pillow - promoted by a little push from Regina - plump lips found your neck and sucked your pulse point so hard there was no chance a mark would not be seen the following day. 

Fingers danced over your chest and torso, light enough to pry small giggles. Suddenly, her hands found your hips, and she flipped you over so your stomach and breasts lay flat against the bed. With her firm grip, she tugged your hips up and held you in place as she moved forward and back, teasing your cunt with silicone. 

You stifled a groan into a pillow and allowed Regina what fun she wanted. Eventually, she relented and eased the tip of the strap into you. It was thick and almost painful, but the stretch was welcomed with a grateful whimper. The mayor was kind enough to take it slow, pushing in inch by inch with a steadiness that kept the action unhalted and natural. 

She guided her hips back, then slammed right back into you. The scream you let out was undoubtedly audible from outside, but you couldn’t care less. She kept fucking into you like that, pulling out slow enough that you felt the bumped veins on the dildo glide over your inner walls, then, with a sudden push of her hips, filled you completely. After a while of this, clawing at the bedsheets, pillows, anything you could get your hands on, the fast-paced action you craved had you trying to wrestle against Regina’s hold on you so you could take matters into your own hands. 

“You want me to fuck you hard and fast?” she spoke in a sultry voice, “Is that what you want?” 

“Yes,” you whined. 

She quickly picked up her pace, “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who gets to fuck you like this.”

“You!” 

“Who else?” She shouted, her hips moving at double their previous speed. 

The bed rocked and squeaked. Your attention remained on the cock mercilessly thrusting in and out of you. 

“Who else?” she barked, delivering a swift slap to your ass.

“No one! Only you!” You screamed. 

The ridges inside the strap-on meant Regina was getting as much pleasure from this as you were. Each moan you let out was followed by one of her own. She loved fucking you from behind, watching her cock disappear in and out of your pussy, and you, too, couldn’t deny the position had its benefits. For one, when she increased her speed, keeping her thrusts strong - much like she was doing then - the dildo would slide perfectly along your g-spot. The pleasure was insurmountable. The next day, you often found you could barely walk, not that it mattered when memories of the things Regina did to you were floating around in your mind. 

Repeatedly, she pounded into you, the base of the cock slamming against your clit, driving you closer and closer to coming. 

Getting the question out was painful because all you wanted to do was let go. “Can I come?” You shakily begged, the words coming out broken and pathetic. 

“Come for me, baby.” she cooed. 

Her voice alone did it. Your walls clamped around the dildo. Regina continued, prolonging the pure bliss of the powerful orgasm that shook your whole body. She held you up when your knees buckled, refusing to stop her wanton hips from fucking you with reckless abandon. 

“Regina!” You loudly moaned, thrashing your head against a pillow, “Fuck! I’m going to come again!” 

She didn’t relent. Instead, she trashed her palm time and time again over your ass, sending stinging pleasure through all your nerve endings. Together you cried out each other’s names, nails dug into your hip bones as you both simultaneously found your release.

She slumped down on top of you and unbuckled her harness, carefully pulling it out of your spent cunt. Regina placed it on the bedside table to be dealt with later. As she lay beside you and breathed heavily, she slung an arm over her eyes and smiled.  

You scooted over to her and lay your head on her chest, drawing lazy shapes over her stomach and breast, “That was amazing,” you chuckled.

Clasping her arm over your shoulder, running soft fingers through your hair, she smirked and looked down at you, “What makes you think we’re finished?” 

You met her eyes and saw that same mischievous look you so adored, “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, am I?” 

Her smirk curved into a full-blown grin, “No, I don’t think you will. You deserve it for starting without me.”

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