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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)

#david nolan #once upon a time #ouat #ouat fanfiction #ouat imagine #mary margaret blanchard #snow white #prince charming #emma swan #henry mills #once upon a time imagine #once upon a time fanfiction

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rumannwrites · 8 months

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Made to Kill pt.2

A/N: Well, yikes. It’s been a while. Truth be told, I had a good amount of it done but I must of have forgotten to save because when I tried to find it, it was gone. It always happens to me. Anyways, sorry for the wait, here is the second part to ‘Made to Kill.’

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

Summary: Storybrooke you are surprised to the punishment Mary Margaret gives you and Brock as the you in the Enchanted Forests tries figure out more about this dark curse the Evil Queen plan to use on everyone.

Word Count: 1,911

Warnings: Some swearing and mentions of food. Not too graphic though.

GIF credited to the creators.

Walking down the long and quiet hallways as everyone has gone home is the only peace you find in your repetitive life. It is one of the very few reasons you like after school detention. It gives you the privacy you look and crave for. It’s a time for you to think and reflect, like what happened in Mary Margaret’s classroom.

“So,” Mary Margaret says, sitting down at her desk across from you and Brock. “I want to hear what happened out in the hallway from both of you in your own words.”

“Easy enough.” Brock says, sitting up in the chair from his slouched position you were in before. “She attacked me.”

“Did you provoke her in any way?”

“Yes.” You answered as Brock said “No.”

You whip your head over at Brock. “Don’t paint yourself so innocent. You shoved my head into my locker door. How is that not provoking?”

He shrugs his shoulders at you. “Didn’t hurt you too much, did it? Still as messed up as you were before.”

“Brock!” Margaret scolded.

“Don’t tell me you think differently, miss.” He replied, turning his head to the teacher in front of you. “We all think it. I just have the gall to say it.”

“That is enough out of you.” She replied, her small and warm smile replaced with a stern glare. “Brock, you have detention for three days after school. You may leave.”

“Finally.” He says with a dramatic sigh, getting up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “See you around, L/N.”

As you hear the door click shut behind you, you look up to see Margaret already looking at you.

“Y/N,” she sighs.

Here it comes, you thought.

“I’m not going to pretend I know what is happening in your life.”

You stiffen at that, sitting up straighter in your chair. “What?” You breathe out.

“Clearly, something happened between you and Brock a long time ago that created this rivalry between you two.”

You scowl, leaning back in your chair. She doesn’t know. “Nothing happened.” You spoke. “He’s been a pain in my ass for as long as I can remember.”

“Language, Y/N.” She scolds. You sigh, looking out the window next to Margaret’s desk. “Whatever the case is, though,” she says, trying to make you look at her, “you can’t let him get under your skin. He does this because he knows you get angry faster than the usual person.”

“God, you sound just like Jason.” You mumble.

“Oh, I didn’t know you two were friends.”

“We aren’t.” You say, turning your attention back to Mary Margaret.

“Well, Y/N, I’m gonna let you off with a warning. But next time, I want you to hold back your anger. If you don’t get that under control, this cycle of yours is just gonna keep repeating.”

“That’s easier said than done, miss.” You reply looking down at your hands.

“I know.” She whispers. “I know.”

Silently walking across the lawn of your house to the front door, you didn’t see your father’s car in the driveway. Right, you thought. He’s coming home late tonight. You didn’t really care though. It gives you more time for yourself.

As you unlocked the front door and took off your shoes, you took out your phone and texted your father when he’ll be home. Not even a minute went by when he replied.

Father:

7:30. Have dinner ready then.

You sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket and heading up to your room. At least you can get some homework done before he comes home.

But it was hard to focus. Your mind couldn’t help but fall back to the conversation with Mary Margaret. More specifically, the lack of punishment she gave you. From what you could remember, no teacher let you off with just a warning. You couldn’t help but feel wary about it.

Why did she not give me detention? Surely she would think I would have started it. What was she playing at?

Questions kept nagging at you even when making dinner for your father. You couldn’t shake them. To you, it made no sense.

Before you knew it, you heard the front door open and slam close. Not a good first sign, you thought.

“Is dinner ready?” Your father materialized in the kitchen as he asked, his shirt wrinkled and tie loose. Or a second.

“Yes sir.” You replied, setting his plate before him as he sat down. Feed him first and wait for him to let me eat, you remind yourself. As he took his first bite and swallowed, he looked up at you and nodded. You started to fill your plate before you heard him say “Ah, ah.” You looked up at him as he stared hard into your eyes, looking down at your plate and back up at you. Too much.

As you returned some food back onto the serving dish and sat down, you heard your father ask “So, how was your day?”

Short and quick answers, Y/N. “It was fine.” You replied.

“You didn’t get into any trouble today? You didn’t achieve any more detentions?” He raised a skeptical brow at you, pausing his eating.

He doesn’t know about the ‘fight.’ The school didn’t call him. “No sir.” You replied, staying cool with your eyes trained to your food. “I kept my head down like you said.”

“Hmph.” He replied. “Good.”

The rest of the dinner stayed in silence, which you both hated and liked. You were not one for idle chit chat, but you hated the silence a bit more. Feeling and hearing every sound around made your skin crawl. Your mind wandered back to Mary Margaret and, yet again, you questioned her actions. Why did she not call my father, or better yet, tell the principal who would have then called my father. It doesn’t make sense.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of your father’s chair screeching against the floor. “I’m heading to bed early tonight. Finish and clean up dinner. Then you can go to bed.”

“Yes sir.” You replied with a slight nod, finishing off the last bites of food on your plate.

And your father left for bed. No 'goodnight', no 'see you in the morning'. Just gone. You sighed, standing up from your chair and cleaning everything up.

And still, heading up to bed, you question Mary Margaret and the choices she made today for you.

Snow and Charming had just called a meeting for everyone. Jiminy Cricket, Red Riding Hood, her grandmother, Geppetto, a couple dwarves and a couple knights as well as you, your two lieutenants, Snow and Charming sat around a big table discussing your next plan of action. Snow and Charming had just come back from seeing Rumpelstiltskin alone, something you weren't keen on them doing without you, even though he is locked up in the dungeons.

"I say we fight!" Charming stood up, slamming his hand on the table, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Fighting is a bad idea. Giving into one's dark side never accomplishes anything." Jiminy spoke up into the little megaphone placed in front of him, the magnifying glass placed in front of him so everyone could see him better.

"And how many wars has a clear conscience won?" Charming shot back. "We need to take the Queen out before she can inflict her curse."

"Can we even trust Rumpelstiltskin?" You spoke up, leaning forward in your chair. "We've all had a run in with him and every time we listen to him, it ends poorly for us."

"I've sent my men into the forest. The animals are abuzz with the queen's plan." He replies, leaning on his forearms, eyes locked with yours. "This is going to happen unless we do something."

"There's no point." You heard Snow mumble. You look over at her, seeing her lean back against the chair, her stomach, which was once thin and flat, now rounded out to hold the baby she carries inside her. It was the first thing she said the whole meaning, giving you a wary feeling in you. Snow, for as long as you have known her, was not one to give up or think poorly, especially before she even tried. You lock eyes with your two lieutenants, Jason and Hector, who sat between you and Snow. Their eyes show the same hesitation and nervousness as yours from Snow's comment. "The future is written."

"No." Charming shook his head, eyes focused on the table. "I refuse to believe that. Good can't just lose."

"Maybe it can." Snow turned her head away from Charming, staring at one of the stained-glass windows instead.

"Snow." You whispered. Her eyes looked towards you. You can see the bags under eyes showing days of restless nights. From the baby or the curse, you didn't know. "This is exactly what the Evil Queen wants us to feel. Alone, hopeless. But it won't happen."

"Not as long as we have each other." Charming grabbed her hand and kneeled in front of Snow. "If you believe him about the curse, then you must believe him about our child. She will be the savior."

Just then the doors burst open, revealing some of Charming's knights walking through. You stood up immediately, hand landing on the hilt of your sword. ready to be drawn if needed. "What the hell is this?"

"Our only hope of saving that child." Over all the knights flew a tiny blue fairy, conveniently called Blue.

"A tree? Our fate rests on a tree?" Grumpy called from across the table. He turns back to you and Charming, a determined look on his face. "Let's get back to the fighting thing." From the corner of your eye, you see Jason smirking a little at his comment, but hiding it behind his hand, pretending to scratch his face.

"The tree is enchanted. If fashioned into a vessel, it can ward off any curse." replied Blue. Snow's face lit up with hope once again as she followed Blue fly around the table. "Geppetto, can you build such a thing?" She turned to the oldest man at the table.

The older man smiled at her. "Me and my boy, we can do it." he says, placing his hand atop the mess of curly ginger hair playing with wooden toys behind him.

Blue smiled, turning back to the Charmings. "This will work." She whispered. "We all must have faith." You looked over at Snow and Charming seeing smiles spread across their faces, their hands clasped in one another's. You feel something tough but gentle slide into your own. Looking down, you see Hector's hand holding yours, but his eyes were on the Charmings, a slight smile dancing on his lips. This moment of hope didn't last long, though, as Blue spoke up once more. "There is, however, a catch. The enchantment is indeed powerful, but all power has its limits, and this tree can protect only one."

Everyone's face in the room dropped, realizing that only Snow or Charming can use the tree and not both. Your mind raced to predict their next move. Surely, Charming would force Snow to go in, since she is pregnant with the savior, but would that even work? If Snow were to go into the wardrobe, would it even take her? She isn't one person anymore. She's carrying another one with her.

Part 3

#once upon a time #ouat x reader #ouat imagine #ouat fanfiction #david nolan #mary margaret blanchard #storybrooke #prince charming #snow white #ouat #ouat x f!reader

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rumannwrites · 2 years

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Made to Kill

A/N: Hey! It’s my first fanfic! And it’s the first part in my OUAT series! Very excited that I got this done! I hope it is very well and you like. I kinda don’t know exactly where I’m going with this, but I have the basis of it, and I’m just gonna grow from that I guess. This will take place in season one, since a lot of the reader’s problems start during the curse and before the curse. It’s also gonna be set up like the episodes are, switching from past to present and so on.

I’m also gonna add my own OC characters to this because the reader is around 14 years old at the beginning and there really isn’t any characters around that age. Other than Henry, but he’s 4 years younger than her, so...

Fun Fact: I had about 80% of this done when my computer randomly shut down on me, loosing all progress. It made me want to scream. :-).

Please don’t copy or translate my work to other sites or this one. thank you.

Summary: The Evil Queen is brewing up trouble in the Enchanted Forest, and no one knows what to do. In Storybrooke, you begin your day as usual, feeling sick at how boring and repetitive your life seems to be.

Word Count: 1,855 words

Warnings: None, really. Brief mentions of undiscovered injuries that will be revealed later on.

GIF credited to the creator.

The wedding for Prince Charming and Snow White was a very beautiful wedding. One might even call it magical or a dream come true. And you were in the front row, seeing it all. You stood near the altar, being the new couples’ right hand knight if something bad were to happen. They looked so happy that you believed for a second that nothing could have gone bad. Alas, their happiness couldn’t have lasted for as long as they hoped.

They haven’t even kissed yet when you felt something evil lurking. You had a second sense for stuff like that, almost like a tingle. She didn’t even need to be in the room for you know who was about to burst through the door.’

“Sorry I’m late,” the Evil Queen said, looking sinister as ever.

You didn’t even hesitate for a second before pulling your sword out of it’s sheath and darting in front of the newly wedded couple, your two closest friends, who happened to also be your second lieutenants, pulling out their weapons as well. “Last time I check,” you said confidently, “you weren’t invited in the first place.”

“My old pet,” she sneered, “you became a guard dog for these two lovebirds?”

“Better than being your brainless puppet.”

She didn’t even flinch, her smirk growing while she walked closer to you. She almost seemed to be gliding across the floor.

Before you can even stride forward to attack, Snow grabbed the swords from Prince Charmings’ sheath, pointing at the Evil Witch, yelling, “She is not a queen anymore. She’s nothing more than an evil witch.”

“You’re wasting your time, you’ve already lost,” said Charming, taking his sword from Snow’s grip. “I will not let you ruin this wedding.”

“Oh, I haven’t come here to ruin anything.”

“Well, that’s the first.” you said, shuffling a little closer to Regina, sword still pointed towards her. All she did was smile more widely at you.

“On the contrary, dear. I’ve come to give you a gift.”

“We want nothing from you.” said Snow, holding Charming’s arm.

“But you shall have it.” Regina looked around at the citizens that came, “My gift to you is this happy, happy day. But tomorrow my real work begins. You’ve made your vows, now I make mine. Soon, everything you love, everything all of you love, will be taken from you, forever. And out of your suffering, will rise my victory. I shall destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I’ll do.”

With a swoosh of her cloak, she turns around, heading for the door out of the ballroom. You sheath your sword, knowing it’s too good to lose, and pull out your smaller backup one strapped behind your waist. You raise it above your head, just like Charming had taught you. “Hey!” you shout. Right as Regina turns around, you throw your sword as hard as you can, but before it could even get a scratch on her, she disappeared in a billow of smoke, taking your backup sword with her.

“Well,” said your closest friend and second in command, Jason, “she always was one for dramatics, now was she?” he looked at you, sheathing his sword.

You turned your gaze from him towards the frightened newly weds, holding on to each other tightly. “Well, Charmings,” you say, “hate to say it, but what shall we do now?”

“You all should go home,” said Charming, looking around at the scared citizens, “lock up your houses, protect your wives and children. We will send our best nights to protect your villages, and spread the word of the Evil Queen’s threat. We won’t let her win.” He looks down at you, a gleam of hope in his eyes, “I trust you know what to do, Y/N?”

“That I do, your highness.”

“Good. Then, you should all go home. Protect yourselves in the best way you can. She won’t succeed. Not with us here.”

Citizens rush out the door, holding their loved ones close and tight. As the parade of people around you grows crowded and dense, you feel a warm, soft feeling in your hand. Looking up, you see the only person whose closeness rivals that to Jason’s. As you look into his hazel green eyes, he whispers in your ear, “It’s okay, Y/N,” Hector looks directly into your eyes, deeply, “We’ll be okay.”

You woke up looking at your bland ceiling, your alarm blaring in your ears, telling you to fully awake. You sit up groggily, your body sore from the bruises littered on your body due to ‘accidents.’ As you shuffle along your bedroom, getting ready for the day, you dread what was ahead of you. Not wanting to go to school, not wanting to go to detention, and especially not wanting to go home afterwards.

As you walk downstairs, you see your father sitting at the dining room table, glasses perched at the end of his nose, looking through paper for work. He was getting up in those years, around his late forties, early fifties. His appearance makes him look like he was a real fit guy in his early years, but now that age has had its wear on him, his muscles have turned into fat. He is easily over 6 feet tall when standing and the little hairs he has on his head have all but turned to white.

You walk past him, grabbing your jacket, shoes and backpack. But before you could leave, he calls out to you.

“Hold on a second.”

You back up until you are in his line of vision. He is looking at you from above his glasses. “I won’t be able to pick you up from school after detention. I trust you don’t need Sheriff Gramm to walk you home from school. Do you?”

“Don’t worry, sir,” you said, “I won’t cause any trouble.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes back to his papers. “Sure you won’t.”

Before you said anything you regret, you leave without a goodbye. As you walk down your neighborhood, you see parents walking to the bus stop for their kids to get picked up for school. To them, Storybrooke was a peaceful place, where a kid can grow up peacefully.

To you, it felt like a torture chamber you couldn’t escape.

You don’t live too far away from your high school, so you arrive in no time. As you walk down the hallway to your locker, you feel a presence ahead you don’t want to feel. You know who it is, and you can’t deal with him today.

As you turn the corner, you see him, perched against the locker right next to yours, waiting for you. Brock was a pain in your ass at your school, always goading you into fights only for him to get the better half of the punishment than you. He always pushed your buttons, finding just the right thing to say to make your insides bubble with anger. He had his black hair sleeked back and his bright green eyes holding mischief in it as he sees you walk over to your locker. As you put in your code, he tucks his phone into his pocket.

“Well, well, well,” he says, smirking, “look what the cat dragged in.”

“Wow, that’s so funny and original,” you mutter, “Did not expect that one. Are you ever gonna get original?”

“I don’t see the reason. You certainly aren’t worth my efforts.”

“Then why do you bother me every. Single. Day?”

“Because, you’re easy to mess with and I get a great reaction out of.” he says, pushing your head, making it bang up on your locker door. Before anyone can blink an eye, you grab him by the collar of his shirt and push him straight up against the locker. “See?” he says, with that dumb smirk on his face.

As you decide if you should punch or slap that smirk off his face, you hear a unfamiliar voice call out to both of you. “Hey!” it said. As you turn to look who said it, you are met with two people. One you knew. Mary-Margaret, a teacher you’ve seen around school in the hallways, but never had her as one of your own. The other was where the unfamiliar voice that called out to you came from. She was tall and blonde, with a red leather jacket covering most of her figure. “Is there a problem here?”

You look back at Brock, that shit-eating grin still on his face, but before you could do or say anything, you hear someone speak up. “No ma’am,” said a blonde boy, politely pushing his way between the wall and the woman clad in red, giving her his best charming smile. “There is no problem. Y/N was just about to let Brock go. Right, Y/N?” Jason said, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” you said reluctantly, letting go of Brock’s now wrinkled shirt and holding your hands up. “No problems here.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” she said, looking between the three of you.

As Brock gets up from the lockers, he bumps you in the shoulder, whispering in your ear, “Until next time, Y/N.”

“Not so fast, Brock.” said Mary-Margaret, grabbing Brock by his shoulder, “I want you both to go into my office and wait for me to come.”

“Why miss?” asks Brock, feigning innocence. “She was the one who attacked me.”

“Do as I say, Brock.”

Brock clicks his tongue in annoyance, but ultimately says, “Whatever, miss.”

Mary then turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, ma’am,” you said.

As the two women keep walking down the hall and the small crowd that was watching disperses to there first class, you slam your locker, ready to get chewed about Mary-Margaret. But before you could, Jason grabs you be the elbow, halting your movements. You look up at his blue eyes, worry etched in them. From what you’ve heard about him, he used to be a real skinny and scrawny kid, but now,he is almost six feet tall at age 14, with muscles already on there way. At least, that’s what you’ve heard. You don’t remember much from your past.

“Yes?” you ask.

“You know he does that to get a reaction out of you, right?” he asks.

You stare at him, confused written on you features.

He sighs before continuing. “Brock. He does that to get a reaction out of you, because he finds it funny when you get into more trouble than he does.”

“Why do you care?”

He shrugs his shoulder dramatically. “I don’t know. Maybe because you have a bad reputation here and I just want to help you.”

“We’re not friends,” you said, wrenching your arm from his grasps, “I don’t need nor want your help.”

You started walking away when he shouts “You know, maybe you would have friends if you talked and joked with others instead of brood and sulk everywhere instead.”

“I don’t need friends. I have been a-okay by myself for as long as I can remember.” you lied, walking into Mary-Margaret’s room before he can detect your lie.

#once upon a time #ouat imagine #ouat fanfiction #ouat x reader #regina mills #david nolan #snow white

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