I love how no one fucking answers her lol like she just keeps asking and everyone just keeps avoiding it lol

Strange & Beautiful

Outlaw Queen, AU.

Henry was not a bad kid. He was a wonderful child, but here she was, once again, sitting in the school’s front office, her ten year old swinging his legs, looking down at his lap, waiting for the principal. She wasn’t mad at Henry, rarely ever was. The past several trips to Principal Gold’s office were technicalities.

She thought back to their previous visits, thinking that girl who told on him for looking up her skirt probably wanted him to and that Henry was more than likely in the wrong place at the wrong time whenever that window was broken. But then she sounded like one of those parents whom never found fault in their children. She knew Henry could have his moments, he was a ten year old boy, but the things she was getting calls for did not sound like her son.

But something had her on edge. Principal Gold said he would specify what Henry did when she got there. Which worried her to her core.  

She was broken from her racing mind by the receptionist telling her he’d see her now. She told Henry to stay in his seat, that she’d be back in a few minutes.

He stood from behind his desk once she entered.

    “Ms. Mills.” He said.

    “Mr. Gold.” She returned, taking a seat in front of his desk like it was second nature. By now, it was.

    “I suppose I should cut to the chase about Henry.” He began.

Regina sat patient, unsure and hands clasped, tapping her pointer finger on top of her other hand.

    “He’s had one too many infractions I’m afraid, today’s being the last straw, Ms. Mills.” He said, handing her the paperwork.

She took it, scanning over the paper quickly and confused.

    “Vandalism is a serious offense, Ms. Mills. We do not tolerate it here at H. C. Anderson Middle School and I’m sure no one else does, either.”

    “Do you have proof?” She asked, speaking for the firs time.

    “His named was spelled out on the wall.” Mr. Gold said flatly.

    “And what makes you think whoever vandalized the wall would write their own name? Henry isn’t that bone headed. He’s a smart boy.” Regina argued.

    “Yes, that may be, but Henry was in Mr. Locksley’s room at the time and has a rather long rap sheet.” Mr. Gold pointed out.

    “So that’s your evidence? There were no witnesses?” Regina asked, irritation lacing her tone.

    “No, Henry broke into Mr. Locksley’s room during the lunch period.”

Regina sat back into her chair and exhaled.

    “We don’t have any solid proof, but no one has come to claim otherwise, so we have to place blame on your son.” Mr. Gold began. “Now, I’d rather not lose a bright child like Henry, so instead of sending him to another school, his punishment is to not only clean Mr. Locksley’s wall, but to assist him with his class this summer if he loves to draw so much.”

    “I can understand him cleaning it up, but why assist in a summer class?” Regina asked.

    “Maybe it will teach him that art belongs on paper and not walls.” Mr. Gold said. “Now, if that is all, I have a meeting to get to.”

Regina nodded, muttered a thank you she really didn’t mean, and walked out of his office. She looked at Henry, who was still looking down at his lap. She told him they were going and her eyes were met with sadness and guilt. It wasn’t the kind of guilt you saw in someone who had committed the crime, though. He looked tired. She recognized the look all too well. She looked at it everyday in the mirror. And she knew Henry’s “I did it. You caught me” face and his current features, were not it. She knew her son did not do it, but everyone else believed otherwise and it made her blood boil.  

    “I’m in trouble, aren’t I.” He said, more of a statement than a question.

    “Not with me.” Regina said. And maybe it was the wrong thing to say, the wrong thing to display for her son that he could get away with things, but she knew he wasn’t responsible for this.

She squeezed his hand and began to lead him out of the front office when she collided with something sturdy and slightly pine scented.  

    “I’m so sorry.” She said, meeting two bright blue eyes.

    “It’s my fault, milady. I shouldn’t have been looking down.” He smirked, then looking down at Henry then back to Regina.

    “You must be Henry’s mother.” He said.

She looked confused.

    “Robin. Robin Locksley.” He said extending his hand.

She didn’t take it, returning a glare instead.

    “So it was your classroom Henry vandalized?” She asked, an eyebrow raised.

Robin lowered his hand.

    “Well, for the record, I don’t believe Henry would do that.” He said.

Her eyes softened and then her brows furrowed in question.

    “So, why punish him?” She asked.

    “Oh, I didn’t catch him or whomever did it. Another teacher did, but I can assure you, I don’t believe Henry is capable of such a bone headed act.” He said.

A slight smirk crossed her lips and she looked down at Henry.

    “Henry, why don’t you go to wait outside for me. I’ll be right out.” She said.

He nodded and walked out to sit on one of the benches just outside the door.

    “It seems Principal Gold thinks the best way to teach Henry a lesson is by making him assist you with your summer class. And help you clean your wall, of course.” Regina said.

    “Yes, as it turns out, forcing students to attend my summer art program is the only way I’d have students at all.” He chuckled.

She smiled wider, then looked around him to see Henry sitting patiently for her.

     "When do your classes start?“ She asked.

    "The following Monday after school is out. So, a week from now.” He said.

    “Well, whether or not Henry did this, I suppose helping out with a summer art class wouldn’t hurt him.” Regina said honestly.

    “Certainly not, milady.” He said, staring holes into her own eyes, causing her to look away.

    “We must be going. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Locksley.” She said, brushing past him.

She walked outside and gathered Henry up as they walked off school campus and down the road. She didn’t own a car, couldn’t afford one, but she was glad the little island of Mist Haven they lived on made traveling by foot so easy. They didn’t live too far from his school, so it wasn’t too much of a hassle, anyway.

Once she unlocked the door to the house, Henry darted up the stairs and she heard his door slam instantly behind him. She leaned against the front door and sighed, closing her eyes and wondering when and how Henry got this way.

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“Lost in Thought” Regina: Part 37

Swan Queen Road Trip: The Sequel 

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Sloth

A/N. I’ve been struck by the sin too and got too lazy to find a proper title. Just random Swan Mills family fluff (with a tinge of Swan Queen smut at the end).

All hail the horse nerds.

There’s something almost exciting, terribly new in a day without strain, efforts or responsibilities. She’s never just sat there in front of her bed without purpose, without the nagging thought of chores to do and urging matters to attend to.

It’s disconcerting at first, and she had a moment of anxious restlessness where Emma almost had to physically pin her down to stop her from going to do last night’s dishes, but now, it’s… nice.

This might be due to Emma’s fingers kneading her scalp, flowing through her hair, and Henry very intently focusing on braiding the left side of her head, carefully following Emma’s instructions. She would be purring if not for the indignity of it.

She still has a hard time believing she’s been convinced to build a pillow fort and conjure the television up to her bedroom. Not to mention she’s allowed her son and the Savior to have pancakes in her bed. In her bed. She still doesn’t know what madness has possessed her. But an enduring head massage is remarkably effective to quiet her nerves about crumbs left between the sheets.

“Jesus, this movie is such a little girl’s wet dream.”

Regina lets out a disgruntled groan, blearily opening her eyes again.

“First of all, Miss Swan, little girls don’t have wet dreams…”

“Yeah, right.”

“Secondly, I would appreciate if you refrained from using unsuitable terms for minors while Henry’s in the room.”

“Er, Mom…”

“No, Henry, now is not the time to remind me that you’re a teenage boy and quite grown-up, thank you.”

He laughs and Emma whines.

“Come on, Regina, it’s all horses and racing and freaking ribbons! I can’t believe you’re making me watch this.”

“It stars Elizabeth Taylor, Miss Swan, I thought that would be sufficient to catch your interest.”

“I’m definitely not into twelve year-old girls, thank you very much.”

“Guys, you’re ruining the movie,” Henry sighs, resting is head on top of his brunette mother’s, the braid now completed, slightly sagging but it’s not bad for a first-time braider, Emma has assured him quietly. “Velvet’s about to have her hair cut, it’s an important scene!”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re a horse nerd too, kid.”

“Miss Swan, I am not a horse nerd!”

“You are, Mom,” Henry says with an affectionate chuckle and a quick peck to the top of her head. “And yeah, I like that movie. We used to watch it every Christmas.”

“God, the torture this kid’s been put through…”

“He just said he enjoys the movie, Miss Swan, now please do shut up and watch.”

It doesn’t take long after that for Emma to start cheering along with Henry while Velvet rides The Pie during the big race, Regina smirking and drumming her fingers in rhythm with the hooves on her thigh. By the end of the movie, Emma and Henry high five each other and the blonde starts rambling about how they need to buy a horse so Regina can wear fancy jockey outfits and kick everyone’s ass at the races. Regina, for her part, is nervously looking out of the window, where howling and sickening laughters can be heard from time to time, her fingers now pounding on her thigh.

“Do you really think they can handle those blood-sucking hyenas on their own?”

Emma tugs gently at her braid in reproach.

“They have it handled, okay? You promised not to worry about it. Today’s Regina-no-worry day. You’ve literally been chewed and spat out by the last monster, I think those cracked ribs deserve a bit more rest.”

“Emma, I’ve healed it -”

“Hush, shhh, don’t speak, Henry, quick, put the Star War movie in before she wakes up!”

“I am awake.”

Henry rolls off the bed with a groan of inhuman effort and crawls on all fours to the pile of DVDs that have been carefully selected this morning by our three authorities, while Emma covers Regina’s eyes in earnest, pressing her cheek against her temple.

“Nope, it’s night, see, you have to rest at night, it’s the law.”

“Must you be so childish?”

“Well, I have to compensate for our son’s boring maturity.”

“Hey!” Henry calls off lazily as he slips the disc in.

“Serves you right from that time you dared call me off on my linguistic inventions.”

“Well, ‘bear-clawed’ is not a verb, Emma.”

“And supercalifragilisticexpialidocious isn’t even a word, yet that doesn’t stop you from knowing the song by heart, now, does it?”

“Emma, please stop antagonizing our son and kindly remove your hands from my eyes.”

“Oh, sorry,” she says with a sheepish grimace. “I forgot.”

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