Henry’s world ends on a Wednesday, in the rain.
He keeps his clothes on under his pajamas, and Mom doesn’t notice. He waits five minutes after she leaves to follow, running through the forest shortcut with the flashlight he stole from the garage. It’s dark, and he’s a little bit scared, but this is the only way to see Emma put Operation Cobra in action once and for all; he can’t miss it after all the work they’ve put in.
He’s never been in the crypt before (Mom always brings flowers herself, says it’s too sad for a little boy. Henry thinks maybe she should remember that’s his grandfather, stop keeping him separate from the family she claims is his, too.) Henry knows enough to approach quietly, the flashlight off and safely in his pocket. He gasps (he can’t help it) at the opening in the ground, and waits a long minute or two before daring to walk down the steps.
“No,” he hears Emma plead. “Don’t do this, Regina. You’re better than this.”
“Shut up,” Mom yells at her. “You don’t know the first thing about me. I am so much worse than this, Miss Swan.”
Henry’s instinct is to cry out, to distract them long enough to stop any permanent damage, but as his mouth opens, it’s Emma’s quiet scream that echoes in the vault.
“You forced me to do this,” Mom says softly, and as Henry creeps around the staircase, he sees Emma’s body slumped on the floor. In Mom’s hand is a glowing, red… oh God, he’s going to puke. “You tried to trick me, Emma Swan.”
“She didn’t!” Henry shouts, emerging from the shadows and shaking with fear. “She loved you!”
“Henry?” Mom has that look on her face again. It’s the look she gives him whenever he calls Emma his ‘real mom’. He’s hurting her, and right now he doesn’t care. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to save Emma,” he says, and he realizes now that it’s true. “If you kill her, you’ll have to kill me, too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mom snaps, but she looks scared. She squeezes the heart in warning, and Emma cries out from the floor. “You don’t know the lies she’s been telling, little boy.”
“They’re not lies,” Henry explains, scurrying across the floor to hug Emma. She’s cold to the touch, limp like a ragdoll, and Henry doesn’t have much time. “She loves you. She knows the truth, your Majesty. That’s why she came here—to give you a chance to explain. And to break the curse.”
“There is no curse,” Mom says, out of habit. They both look at the heart in her hand and realize that little story died tonight, too. “It can’t be broken,” she amends her statement.
“You know that’s not true,” Henry cries. “Put her heart back, and you’ll see.”
“I won’t,” Mom snaps. “She’s a threat, and I always take care of threats. She would have hurt us both, Henry.”
“I won’t let you do this,” Henry says, getting to his feet. “You’re my mom and no matter what, you have always loved me. In your own way. If you love me, you’ll save Emma. That’s the only way you keep me.”
“Don’t bargain with me,” Mom sounds unhinged now, her voice high and scary. “Who do you think you are?”
“I,” Henry says lunging for the heart in her hand. “Am the grandson of Snow White and Prince Charming. I am the son of Princess Emma,” he adds as he steadies himself, heart held tenderly in his grip. “And I am also the son of a witch.”
He turns to Emma, takes a deep breath and plunges the heart towards her chest at his best guess of where a heart should go. For a split-second he encounters nothing but solid, unmoving resistance, but Henry thinks please and suddenly his hand slips right through.
Emma wakes up with a jolt, crying out in pain. Henry withdraws his hand, and he’s relieved to see it come out empty.
“No!” Mom cries from behind him, and he hears her hit the floor. She’s crying, loud and broken and it hurts to hear her, but Henry will worry about saving her later. Right now, he needs Emma to be okay.
“Hey, kid,” she says weakly, trying to sit up. Henry crawls behind her and pushes her the rest of the way. “Turns out you’re the hero after all.”
“You were so brave, Emma,” he whispers. “I love you.”
“I love you too, kid,” Emma admits. She looks over at his Mom, who’s screaming and sobbing on the stone floor. “We have to help her.”
“After she tried to kill you?” Henry is suspicious for a moment, because he really is his mother’s son. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Emma says. “She didn’t mean to hurt us. She just… doesn’t know how else to deal with all this. We have to make her see that breaking the curse is the only way back. And that coming back is worth it.”
“Okay,” Henry says, and suddenly he’s so tired he can hardly keep his eyes open. He’d better get the day off school for this. “Are you okay?”
“I will be,” Emma says, stretching carefully. “But maybe don’t leave me and your Mom alone in a room for a while, okay? I don’t trust myself completely yet.”
“Good point,” Henry says. “I’m tired, Emma.”
“Regina?” Emma calls out, and Mom looks up, black lines running down her face. “We have to take our son home. He’s tired.”
“You—” Mom starts to say, anger on her face and venom in her words, but she stops. “Of course,” she says quietly. “Emma, I—”
“No,” Emma cuts her off. “Not now. We’ll talk later. Can you carry Henry? I’m too sore.”
“Of course,” Mom snaps, still treating motherhood like a competition. Henry wants to be more on his guard, be able to run home by himself, but right now he needs a Mommy to look after him, and these two are his only choices.
“Then let’s go home,” Emma says, greeted by uneasy silence. Henry feels his eyes slip closed as Mom comes over to pick him up. He feels Emma flinch when Mom gets too close. And then his head is against Mom’s shoulder and the world starts slipping away.
When he wakes up, it’s Thursday; the world didn’t end after all.
Swan Queen Smexy Times
How are you even real? Stop it.
BEHOLD THE QUEEN IN ALL HER GLORY!!!
Also wardrobe? Did she fall into Helena Wells’ armoire?
thenotoriousscuttlecliff: I just want to put you on blast that I’m coming for your blog right now, I’ve missed so much…
Homework is important young lady (and don’t leave your shoes on the stairs!).
;p Two weeks later I am freeee as a bird! And you can’t tell me what to do. Now hold still while I pelt you with marshmallows to prove my point.
You are really smart Anon, whoever you are. :D I had to Google (I wish I had a Dr. Google though) this too, I mean I know what narcissism means generally. And this was the first result, I’ll be damned if it doesn’t pretty accurately describe Regina Mills: Our Lady of the Perpetual Sorrows…
“The narcissistic disturbance in adults leads to an alternating between feelings of grandiosity and depression. One of the most characteristic narcissistic disturbance is the so-called narcissistic rage (Kohut, 1978) as a response to a narcissistic injury, such as ridicule, contempt or insult. The essence of narcissistic rage is the unrelenting obsessive need for revenge. There is a complete lack of empathy with the offender, an unforgiving fury. There is a frantic need to reestablish control and a thirst for limitless power. Chronic narcissistic rage might be assuaged by the person becoming the aggressor, treating others sadistically in the same way as he was treated by his parents.”
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Clear the road. Bow your head before the Queen.
Title: Sparks Will Fly
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
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Summary: Prompt fic based on the following:
Prompt: Swan/Queen, In a storm day Emma founds Regina walking home and kinda drunk. ( Need to be sexy, and they do not have kissed.. YET!)
Author’s Note: You can find me on twitter: @heartsways or on tumblr
“Sheriff Swan,” Regina breathed, “I do believe you’re taking liberties.”