#henry mills imagine

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Henry Mills

After Henry sees you for the first time, his obsession begins. He dreams about the future even if he hasn't met you yet. You are an ideal partner in his eyes. No matter what anyone says, you are perfect in his eyes. It will follow you wherever you go. Sometimes it follows you secretly and sometimes openly. Sometimes, having so many dreams causes him to forget reality and to be disconnected. Even if it's okay, they have worries and fears. This requires a lot of trust in him. It's very selfish when it comes to you. He just wants you to spend time with him. He is smug enough to see himself as the only partner worthy of you. By playing the role of the victim, he is not afraid to manipulate you and get rid of his opponents. He loves doing couple activities with you.

[jessmalia]

heartless | 14. the first

pairing: henry mills x oc a/n: been anticipating publishing this one.  warnings: none. wordcount: 1990

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Henry dashed down the stairs as his family came in. "You were out all night!" he shouted. "Where were you? Granny wouldn't tell us anything! Did we miss it all?"

  Max walked down behind him, yawning.

  Mary Margaret exchanged a smile with her husband as they walked into the kitchen and started preparing cereal for everyone. "Rumpelstiltskin and Captain Hook had a fight and someone got hurt."

  Emma jumped in on the joke, adding, "We weren't sure if Dr. Frankenstein could fix him, but he did."

  Henry shook his head in amusement as he sat down by the counter and let his grandparents serve him breakfast, but his sleepover buddy did not find it as funny. Max had frozen in her place, eyes widening the second she'd registered Mary Margaret's words, all sleep cleared from her system in an instant. "Did you say Captain Hook?" she asked when she'd gotten her wits back. "Like Killian Jones? Captain of the Jolly Roger?"

  Emma blinked. "Yes. How do you know his real name?"

  Max grinned from ear to ear. Killian! He was here! She focused back on Emma again, who was staring dumbfounded at her, and realized she'd forgotten to answer her question. "I know him," she hurried to explain, resulting in shock spreading over everyone's faces. "We were... friends, I guess. I traveled with him and his crew for about a year. He taught me how to sail, navigate using the stars, and fight with a sword. Even the basics in horseback riding, when we had some rare time on land."

  "What?" Henry's eyes were wide as saucers. "Since when?"

  Max sighed. Her words clearly hadn't gotten across well to the family. She didn't know what interactions they'd had with him, but it was clear what they saw him as: a villain. "Look, I have a complicated past, and I wasn't always on the right side of... things. Things are obviously very different now, but my point is — I know Killian. And he's no less evil than I am. He's just a pirate. Who's kinda selfish. And who doesn't really have a problem with murder."

  Emma scoffed. "Well, that sounds promising."

  Max didn't have time to be mad at Emma for her snark, nor at David and Mary Margaret, who — judging by their remaining facial expressions — didn't waver in their views on the man either. She had more important things to worry about.

  "Wait, how is he even here?" she asked. "I searched for him and found nothing. The curse didn't bring him over, Smee told me."

  Mary Margaret cleared her throat. "Um, he was working with Cora when we were in the Enchanted Forest. He must've traveled here with her."

  What? Max let out a deep sigh, bringing her hands up against her forehead. What had he gotten himself into this time?

  The adults were mumbling to themselves and exchanging tense glances, but Max ignored them yet again. "Where is he now?" she asked.

  "At the hospital," said David. "He got hit by a car."

  Max's eyes widened once more, and she ran towards the door, pulling on her shoes and leather jacket.

  "Where are you going?" asked Henry.

  "I have to see him!"

–––

Being associated with the Charmings seemed to have its benefits. No one questioned Max as she ran into the hospital in nothing but her pajamas and oversized leather jacket, demanding to be told which room the one handed pirate that had been hit by a car was in. She got all the help that she needed, and was now leaning against the doorway of said man's hospital suite. Max's breath had caught in her throat when she'd laid eyes on him again, and she took her time taking in the sight of the man she hadn't seen in two years (or 32, if you wanted to get technical about it). She'd thought she'd never see him again, and now he lay only feet in front of her. 

  "You look terrible," she teased as she finally stepped into the room, altering the man to her presence. Killian's eyes tore away from the wall and landed on her. Soft, matching grins, filled with so much love, spread across their faces. Killian Jones was the closest thing Max had ever had to a real dad. Henry might've been the very best thing that had ever happened to her — but Killian was the first.

  "Max," he beamed. "Look how big you've gotten!" His voice was groggy, but still undeniably cheerful.

  She shrugged, sitting down in a chair next to his bed. "Well, it has been three decades." Max's insides filled up with warmth — this was already by far the best she'd felt since the curse was lifted. The myriad of problems from her past might not even be close to being solved, but she knew where Killian was now. He was safe. And he was with her. "How are you? Are you hurting?"

  Killian shrugged the best he could, obviously having trouble moving. Despite that, though, he said, "This is nothin'. I've been through worse." His grin shifted into a smirk then, and he raised his eyebrows. "I hear you're friends with the savior's boy."

  Max rolled her eyes. Of course Smee had snitched. "'Bout time I befriended someone my own age, don't ya think?"

  Killian chuckled, and Max let herself laugh along with him. But she could only do so for so long, dreading the question ahead of her. The change in topic was the last thing she wanted, knowing it would completely change the mood of their so far happy reunion, but what Mary Margaret had told her wouldn't leave her mind, and she knew she needed to bring it up. "I hear you're friends with Cora..."

  Killian's smirk disappeared. "We're not friends, really."

  "But you're working with her."

  He half-shrugged again. "I needed a way over here, she offered one. You know how it is. I'm not plannin' on sailing off into the sunset with her anytime soon. Besides... it's not like I didn't try to work with your new mates."

  Max frowned. "What are you talking about?" she asked, and Killian's eyes narrowed.

  "How much did they tell you, exactly?"

  Max sighed, a silent anger settling over her again. "Nothing..." She shook her head. "They didn't tell me anything."

  "Well, I guess I'll fill you in, then.." And then he told Max everything about his run in with Emma and Mary Margaret. How they'd captured him. How he'd made them a new deal, betraying Cora to work with them instead. How he'd done everything to help them and Emma rewarded him by handcuffing him to the top of a beanstalk, leaving him to Cora's mercy. And how lucky he'd been that she'd chosen not to kill him for betraying her. It all made Max's insides boil.

  When he was done, Max sighed again, resting her elbows against her knees. "Well, it has been a while since I yelled at Emma. I was starting to wonder when she'd mess up again," she said to herself before turning to Killian. "Was this really just a one time ride or are you still working with Cora?" The switch in tones went almost jarringly from anger to concern.

  Killian didn't answer, but his silence did the talking for him.

  "You can't trust her," Max warned. "She's bad news."

  "I'm bad news."

  "But she's evil."

  Killian smirked again. "I'm evil."

  Max shook her head. "No, you're not."

  The smirk he'd forced onto his face to deflect Max faded away at her serious answer. He looked down, avoiding her eyes, which were the only ones left among the living who had that ability to see through him — right to his soul.

  Max sighed at the response, staring down at her lap as she fidgeted with her hands. "I just don't want to see you go too far on this revenge quest," she said gently. "Because if you do, you're gonna regret it."

  Killian looked back at her. "What would be too far?" He asked the question like he was afraid of the answer.

  "I think you just need to ask yourself one question..." she said, meeting his eyes again. "What's more important than your revenge? If the answer is nothing, then you're heading there."

  Her statement hung heavy in the air. Neither of them said anything for a long time until Max finally broke the silence.

  "I should go," she said. "You should get some sleep, anyway. Gotta let your body heal."

  Killian nodded. "It was nice to see you again," he said, a smile pulling at his lips. Not a smirk. A smile.

  Max smiled back. "It was nice to see you again, too. And don't worry," she teased, shoving his shoulder lightly. "I'm not gonna let that crocodile hurt you."

–––

"YOU DOUBLE CROSSED HIM AND LEFT HIM HANDCUFFED ON THE TOP OF A BEANSTALK?!"

  Max stormed back into the apartment, interrupting whatever moment the others had had up until then.

  Emma blinked, glancing sideways at Henry. "Max, I– I didn't know if I was gonna make it back to Henry or not. It was a dire situation; I couldn't take any chances. And he's a pirate."

  Max laughed coldly. "Oh, so you were scared he was gonna betray you, so you betrayed him instead? God, I'm so tired of you doing this!" she shouted, clenching her fists in front of her face in frustration. "There are more important things in the world than your stupid trust issues! I can't believe you just sat there judging me for defending Killian when THAT'S what your run in with him was! Tell me, was he really the villain in that situation?"

  "Max," Mary Margaret stepped in, a scowl of motherly protection on her face.

  "Oh, I'm mad at you, too!" Max exclaimed, pointing an angry finger at the woman. "If you hadn't inexplicably decided to leave me out of the loop, I could've reunited with Killian two days sooner! And I know that might not seem like much to you, but it does to me, because he is the only thing I've ever had that's even been close to family! And without him, I don't have any!"

  Mary Margaret just looked confused. Like she'd never had anyone cuss her out for mistreating them before. At least, not in a way she took seriously. That only made Max even more mad at her. "But you're part of this family, Max," she said.

  A humorless laugh escaped Max's throat. "Oh, am I?" She turned to the rest of the group. "Did everyone here know that Cora was working with Hook except for me?"

  Their silence was the only answer she needed. She shook her head. Done with every one of these adults, she turned towards the door.

  "Where are you going?" Mary Margaret asked.

  "I think I'll join Regina in her fortress of solitude," Max spat, reaching out for the door handle, but before she could open it, someone else did. There stood Rumpelstiltskin, with no idea of the commotion he’d just walked in on.

  Seeing the Dark One did the opposite of cooling Max's temper. She locked her eyes on him in a glare as he stepped in, not even blinking — but he acted as if she wasn't even there.

  Emma got off of her seat, approaching him. "Gold. We've all had a long night."

  "You remember that favour you owe me, Miss Swan?" he asked, and the tension in the room doubled.

  "...Yeah."

  "I'm cashing it in."

  Emma just stood there for a while as David walked up behind her. "It's not– a good–"

  "You do honour your agreements, don't you?"

  Emma fell silent again.

  "I need to find someone, so we're leaving today. Pack a bag."

  "Leaving?" asked Mary Margaret.

  "Where?" asked Henry.

  "Wait, find someone..." Emma started, "Who?"

  "My son. And it has to be today, because every minute I'm here, is a minute closer to me killing Hook."

  That's when Max stepped closer to him. "If you wanna kill Hook, you'll have to get through me first," she threatened, continuing to stare him down with her sinister glare that had repeatedly made grown men and women falter.

  Rumpelstiltskin paused for a second to assess Max. "I don't know why you'd be so passionate to protect that scum," he finally said, "but I assure you that you won't pose much of a threat."

  "Oh, I'm sure I won't, but do you really think Belle will ever love you again after you've killed an innocent fourteen-year-old girl?" Max challenged.

  The Dark One stared her down with a sinister and murderous look of his own. If she wasn't so mad, Max would've laughed at how ineffective it was on her.

  "See... you're trying to scare me," she said, "but it won't work. Because, buddy — I've seen scary. And you ain't got his smile." Her voice was neither sassy nor threatening, but completely unaffected. She wasn't smiling or smirking or glaring. Her face was simply completely neutral. Matter of fact. It was such a strange way to deliver such a cryptic message, it only served to cement what a complete enigma Max was. Even to the Dark One, who was supposed to know everything.

  And just like that, Max left the apartment, not even giving him a chance to think of a response.

–––

heartless taglist: @clarasamelia​ @anonymousewrites​

[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!

[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!

[whoruntheworld-lesbians]

I feel like the ouat universe is so messed up age gaps barely even matter in relationships except dear god don't you dare ship adult henry with any of the townspeople

[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. :’)

[oautincorrectquotes]

Hook: Kids these days are such wimps.

Henry: It's not there fault that back in your day, you had to know how to defend yourself from dinosaurs.

Hook: How old do you think I am?!

[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)

[chiropteracupola]

If it strikes your fancy, for kiss prompts-A king and a herald, 19? (I'm not in any of your other fandoms lmao)

19. a kiss for luck

[thegrantwater]

got stoned and rewatched mother [ouat 4x21] again and holy shit that scene when regina drinks the potion to become barren is fucking painful. i don't even have words to describe this right now other than i love regina mills so much and she deserves the fucking world. this poor woman went through so much and i think that particular trauma isn't talked about nearly enough. it also, at least to me, adds even more depth to her relationship with henry than we had before this, because we always knew regina never wanted to be like cora with henry and actively fought against that but then we see even before she had a child of her own regina wanted to protect anyone she'd love from cora at all costs - even if it meant her own chance at happiness. god i wish adam and eddy treated their characters with care and emotion and depth like they deserved instead of making major character points that explain so much of their actions and motivations into throwaway b-plots for one episode a season.

[jessmalia]

heartless | 12. separated

pairing: henry mills x oc a/n: hope you enjoy and please tell me what you thought! warnings: people mention bad parents??? wordcount: 1075

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Max's eyes narrowed on the cup in Henry's hands as she sat down on the other side of Grannys' table. "You're drinking coffee," she said.

  Henry froze. Slowly straightening his posture, he met her gaze, and even though what Max had said wasn't a question, he still responded to it as if it was one. "No, I'm not."

  Max's eyebrow rose, unimpressed by his sad excuse for a lie. "You're trying to stay up," she said. "Because of the nightmares."

  Henry gave a soft nod, looking down at the cup in his hands. Max sighed, running her hands through her hair. This was Henry's area of expertise, not hers (at least... not anymore), but she needed to do her best for him.

  "You don't have to be," she said intently, reaching out to grab the boy's hand. "Because I'll be there, remember? I'll be right by your side when you wake up and we can talk about them. Just like you did for me with my nightmares."

  Henry perked up. "Does that mean your nightmares have gone away?"

  "Yeah," said Max with a smile, hoping that the dark circles under her eyes didn't give her away. 

–––

Henry gasped as his eyes shot open. "They're alive! They're alive!" he shouted as he sat up, waking the others up. 

  "Who are?" Max put her hand on Henry's shoulder as David and Regina blinked the sleep out of their eyes. 

  "My mom and Snow!"

  David grinned when he heard him. The news really seemed to wake him up. "I told you, kid! I told ya!"

  "But was it that woman you saw? Did she tell you this?" Regina asked, leaning over to him from her chair.

  Henry nodded. "Her name's Aurora. She said they had a way home, but there's someone in their way. Someone they need us to help them stop. Someone only Mr. Gold knows how to defeat."

  "Who?" Regina asked again. 

  Henry stopped for a second, taking a glance at Max before saying, "Your mother." 

–––

Henry was laying in a small bed in the backroom of Rumpelstiltskin's shop, planning to go back into the literal house of nightmares so he could tell Aurora how to defeat Cora. Max sat in a chair beside him, keeping watch, like always. She needed to protect him. No one else could. 

  "I brought your blanket from your bedroom back home," said Regina softly as she entered the room. She draped the blanket over Henry.

  "Thanks," he muttered, before glancing towards Rumpelstiltskin. "So, Cora, she's pretty powerful?"

  "Yes. But, uh, not as powerful as I am."

  Regina scoffed. "Debatable."

  "Actually, no. It's not," he rebutted, thick-skinned as ever. 

  Max ignored them, instead turning to Henry. "You sure you okay to do this, kiddo?"

  "I was born to do this. I'm done with reading about heroes. I wanna be one."

  A sad smile made its way across her face. "Sometimes that's not all it's cracked up to be," she whispered, but Henry didn't waver.

  "I'll be okay," he promised. 

  "Look," Rumpelstiltskin interrupted, "whatever he faces in there will be far less dangerous than what will happen if we fail. 

  "I can do this," Henry insisted. There was a stubborn fire in his eyes Max recognized all too well. She sighed, running her fingers across his forehead, taking in his appearance. His soft dark hair. His light eyes that stood as a beacon of hope and good. His youthful and naive expression. The same one she bore before the curse was lifted.

  "That's not what I was worried about," she whispered, getting up and turning away so that Rumpelstiltskin could take her place. 

  "Alright, Henry," he said. "Just relax and soon you're gonna drift off."

  "What do I tell them?"

  "Just listen to my bedtime story and all will be clear. Once upon a time, Snow White and Prince Charming needed to stun a very powerful magician long enough to lock him up in a dark dungeon."

  "That was you," said Henry. Unsurprisingly, since he practically had that book memorized. "They used Cinderella to trap you with a magic quill."

  "Yes, indeed. A quill. And yet, it wasn't the quill itself, but the ink, that captured the Dark One. Harvested from the rarest species of squid, from the bottom of a bottomless ocean, impossible to find unless you're a mermaid. Or me. I happen to have a private supply. In my jail cell. That is where they will find it..."

–––

Max stood some ways behind Henry as he tried to convince Regina to lift the dark magic from where Emma and Mary Margaret would emerge. She had run with him so that she could be there for support and to simply keep an eye on him, but this wasn't a situation she could help.

  Emma and Mary Margaret couldn't be saved by the sharp end of a dagger, they could only be saved by Regina, and Regina would only save them if someone helped save her from herself. 

  Max couldn't do that. 

  Henry could. 

  "Emma and Mary Margaret are going to come through. I know it. You said you wanted to change... To be better. This is how. You want me to have faith in you? Have faith in me."

  A tear streamed down Regina's cheek. She looked at Henry, helpless and vulnerable, then slowly turned around and walked up to the wishing well. Extending her hands, she absorbed the magic blocking the way. Max found it hard to watch. Regina was shaking and the dark power of the magic could be felt even from where she was standing. 

  When Regina finished, she fell to the ground, hitting the side of a tree trunk. She had done it just in time, because, in that precise moment, Emma climbed out of the well, followed by Mary Margaret. Henry rushed to greet his family, and Max ran to Regina. 

  "Are you okay?" she asked. 

  Regina nodded, taking Max's extended hand and shakily standing up. 

  "What's going on? What happened?" asked Mary Margaret. 

  "She saved you," said Henry, looking back at Regina. "She saved both of you."

  "Thank you," Emma whispered. 

  Regina brushed the dirt off her clothes. "You're welcome."

  As Mary Margaret rushed off to find her husband, Emma and Henry walked forward, still embraced in a hug, standing opposite to Max and Regina. 

  "Um..." said Emma. "Your mom, she's uh... She's... a piece of work, you know?"

  Regina nodded gravely. "Indeed, I do," she said, and Max turned to look at her as she slouched against the tree. 

  How much did they really have in common?

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[goosin-around]

This is so weird but I have so many headcanons about ouat and social media (mostly regina) so heres a lovely little list

people kept texting like they were writing a letter and it bothered Henry so bad he hosted a "learning how to text" session

Rumple and Granny both refused to attend

Regina went and still types like shes from last century but now she awfully misuses abbreviations and slang terms

Emma and Ruby are tiktok feins like they are so annoying

zelena adores AITA posts on tiktok with subway surfers gameplay

she regularly gets banned for offensive language and is on her 7th account

Emma tries to relate to Henry by using tiktok brainrot terms and he hates it

Snow and David have a joint spotify account and they argue daily about who gets to use it and when

they totally could get separate profiles but the refuse

Regina made a family life360 group and snow went ballistic when she got added and refuses to let Regina forget about it

belle is so deep into booktok

hook has an insane tiktok following because they think he's a pirate cosplayer

henry tried his best to explain his family tree on tiktok without explaining the curse and it does not go well

Ruby makes tiktoks following the swanqueen journey and people love it

Emma tried very hard to get Regina on social media but she ended up regretting it when Gina started commenting mean things on the charmings lovey dovey posts

(and dirty things on all of emmas)

the one and only tiktok post regina made on Henrys account got millions of likes

Emma makes a tiktok account for the sheriff's station and Regina doesn't know about it to this day

granny forces ruby to advertise the dinner and it is the worst video ever

(yk the one on youtube where ruby tells us to ask if theres avacado? imagine that but worse)

Regina had a flip phone and an ancient computer until Emma forced her to upgrade

Baby neal is a total and complete ipad kid (so is emma lets be honest)

henry hates the fact neal has an ipad with a passion; regina and him regularly send the charmings articles about the dangers of technology on youth)

regina claims to not have any socials and is a strong believer that its bad for you, but she secretly has accounts to keep an eye on henry and to watch horse videos

[leslieseveride]

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. ��💔

[swanimagines]

HER QUEEN | REGINA MILLS

Summary: Imagine working as a maid in the castle and having a crush on Queen Regina, and her developing a crush on you in Storybrooke.

You always knew Regina wasn't the kindest person in the Kingdom - in fact, she was considered a monster by a lot of people. Which was why so many people were baffled how you weren't scared of her at all, you were even eager to see her and seemed to get along with her better than most of her other servants.

You didn't know yourself why were you so fond of her at first, before finally realising that you actually had feelings for your queen. And it was quite hard to hide, so much so that you had great difficulties with not confessing it to her - you knew she wouldn't react well. She practiced dark magic with Rumpelstilskin and she'd just think of you as weak.

That was why you forced yourself to keep your feelings secret, but every day they just seemed to grow, larger and larger, until you felt like you were going to burst unless you told her. But as you were still sure that you'd just break your heart, you chose to ask Regina for some time off from your duties. She had always given you more leash than she gave her other servants, so you knew she'd say yes.

So you traveled to the other side of the kingdom to your family and tried to clear your head while there - not knowing there was a curse coming to wash over you all.

---

"Hello again, Mrs. Mayor," your cheerful voice rang through the house. Regina's lips curled upwards upon hearing it and she walked up to her entrance hall, seeing you ready with your mop and rags with a bright smile on your face. "How are you today?"

"Good, thank you," Regina replied, her voice warm and happy. You were one of the only people in her Kingdom who she didn't doom to an unhappy ending - you were still sort of her maid, but she was always warm and welcoming to you. You seemed to genuinely enjoy her company and your presence made her feel things she didn't know she could feel - or maybe she had just hidden them from herself back in the Enchanted Forest.

"How is Henry?" You asked, curious as you started to clean the floor. "He is such a wonderful boy."

"Oh, he's fine," Regina said, smiling softly at your praise. "He got an A+ from the English exam this week."

"He is such a smart boy," you said, smiling. "So bright and happy, a joy to have around."

"Thank you," Regina said, smiling as she took a seat on her sofa. "He's growing up so fast. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to cherish the moments. It's just gone by so quickly."

"It has," you agreed. "I don't think I can imagine Henry being a teenager yet."

Regina smiled softly at that - it wouldn't be but another five years and Henry would already be a teenager. Eight years had gone by so quickly, even when time had partially frozen in place here.

And Regina didn't even really think - she just blurted her next words out. "Would you stay for a cup of something hot and a warm apple pie? It's getting chilly out there."

You paused at that, looking at Regina. She almost regretted her words for a moment, thinking she managed to weird you out, but instead you broke into a wide smile.

"I would love that."

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[heatherfield]

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

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