Featuring:Henry discover's August's wooden body and grants him one last sexual wish. (Henry’s POV)
I was sprinting to August’s room in Granny’s B&B. Emma wanted to leave Storybrooke with me and I couldn’t let that happen! We had to get her to believe! We had to get her to break the curse! I ran down the corridor and then worriedly knocked on his door. “Hang on!” I heard him call from the other side. I was wearing my coat, my brown scarf, a chequered shirt and a grey top as well as a pair of jeans. The moment the door opened, I began pushing my way inside. “August, please, I need your help!” I told him. “Emma wants to leave.” I said, standing in the middle of his room. “What? Slow down.” August frowned. He was wearing a black jacket over a dark grey polo and his gloves again, along with a pair of dark jeans. “You were going to make her believe. You have to!” I told him. “I know, Henry. I’m sorry, I… I failed.” August said, looking saddened. “Failed?” “I tried to show her. At first it was my legs and now… Now take a look… At the unvarnished truth...” August said before I watched him slowly pull down his sleeve. His arm… “It’s wood!” I gasped. It looked like a table leg! It looked crazy! “Yes.” August sighed. “All of this… I was right! The curse - it’s real!” I beamed. “You’re a smart kid.” August nodded. “And you’re Pinocchio!” I exclaimed. “What gave it away?” August said, sarcastically. “But why are you turning back to wood? Your story… You should be real…” “I’m changing back because… I haven’t exactly been a good boy.” August admitted. “And uh…” He then went down to his knees, so we were face to face with each other. His eyes were like blue diamonds. “Well, if the curse doesn’t break, this doesn’t stop.” He told me. The answer seemed obvious. “So we show Emma that you’re turning back into the puppet you were, and then she has to believe and when she does, she could break the curse.” I suggested. “I tried that. She doesn’t want to see, so she doesn’t. There’s nothing more that I can do.” August sighed. “I-I’m getting tired. It’s hard to ride and it’s hard to walk. Soon, it’s gonna be hard to breathe.” He admitted. “So we have to do something fast.” I told him. “But there’s nothing to do. And with what little time I have left, I want to spend it with my father.” August reasoned. “Marco.” I nodded. “Told you, you were a smart kid.” August smiled, before leaning in and kissing me.
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Featuring:Henry gets on his knees for August before they put their plan in action. (August’s POV)
I had managed to convince Henry to help me retrieve Rumpletiltskin’s dagger, though he didn’t know that’s what it was. He was just going to be my distraction for Gold while I did the sneaky work. So, we were outside early in the morning, hiding in an alley, waiting for the shop to open. I was wearing my black leather jacket and gloves - hiding my arms that were turning to wood, along with my jeans. Meanwhile Henry stood beside me, wearing a rucksack, coat, a blue hoodie and a red and black chequered shirt along with a pair of dark grey pants. “It’s almost 9:00. You all set? You know what to do?” I asked him, leaning against the wall. “Operation Cobra is always ready. I just…” “You just what?” I frowned. “I don’t understand what this has to do with getting Emma to believe.” Henry admitted. “Sometimes other priorities assert themselves.” I said, avoiding the facts. “Can you handle a little improvisation?” “Yeah. Can you?” Henry smirked before casually placing a hand on my crotch. I couldn’t help but smirk back. I looked around - it was pretty deserted. “Fuck it, we got half an hour.” I gave in, bringing Henry further into the alley… Featuring:David and August finally have a proper meeting, ending in them both having wild, hot, intense sex. (David’s POV)
I was frustrated. I was upset, stressed and ridden with guilt. After being a suspect for murder, it was now being thrown onto Mary Margaret… Not only that but the entire town had labelled me as a cheater. Not only that but I had also been fucking an underaged boy. I was sadly walking down the street, as it was pouring with rain, holding an umbrella, when I spotted August sat on the bench. He seemed to just be thinking. He was wearing a black leather jacket and gloves, then a dark pair of jeans. Meanwhile I was wearing a brown coat and a chequered shirt over a faded dark blue polo. “David?” He noticed me. “Hey.” I nodded, going to walk past. “David, I’m not gonna give you an evil glare like the rest of this town.” August assured me. So, I reluctantly stopped. “Look, I cant talk… I’ve got a lot on my mind and… I can’t think straight at the moment.” I told him. “I think that’s precisely why you do need to talk.” August said with a smile. Damn, he was attractive as hell. “What are you suggesting?” I frowned. “How about we go back to your place, have some tea and talk it through?” August suggested. “I dunno…” I sighed. “It can’t hurt.” August shrugged. Featuring:Feeling depressed about the current situation, Henry seeks a moment with the mysterious stranger. (Henry’s POV)
I was sat in the Diner on my own, at the counter, feeling rather miserable. Mary Margaret was prime suspect for murder, even though she was Snow White and my own Mom wasn’t any closer to believing that she was the Saviour. Ruby could see I was upset and sprinkled some more cinnamon onto my hot chocolate for me, giving my back a caring rub. “I don’t think that hot chocolate's gonna drink itself.” A voice said when Ruby walked away. It was the Stranger. The same Stranger I sucked off in the toilets of this very Diner. He was looking hot again, wearing a leather jacket over a black shirt. I was wearing a dark jacket over a brown jumper, over a button down shirt. “You’re upset about your teacher, aren’t you?” “She didn’t do it.” I told him. “Why can’t anyone see that?” “Because most people just see what’s right in front of them.” The Stranger said. “And I don’t think you’re gonna find the answers you want at the bottom of that mug.” He continued. “Then where?” I sighed before taking a slurp. “That book in your bag?” He suggested. “You know I’m a writer. So I’m partial to finding my answers in the literary form.” “It’s just a book.” I sighed. “Is it?” “Yeah.” “I think we both know that that’s not the case.” The Stranger told me. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? “What do you know about it?” I asked him. “I know it’s a book of stories.” The Stranger said. “Aren’t all books?” I frowned. “Stories… That really happened.” The Stranger revealed. He was looking at me and as he spoke, I could feel the sexual tension grow. “You think my book is real?” I asked, surprised. “As real as I am.” The Stranger nodded. “How do you know?” I questioned. “Let’s just say that, uh… I’m a believer, and I want to help others see the light.” The Stranger told me. “But I already believe.” I frowned. “Oh, I’m not here for you, buddy. I’m here for Emma.” The Stranger told me, leaning closer. “So you want to get her to believe? Why don’t you just tell her?” I asked. “Well, there are some people - like you and me - who can go on faith, but others, like Emma, they need proof.” The Stranger reasoned. “Last time I tried to find proof I got trapped in a sinkhole.” I admitted. “There are less dangerous places to look.” He told me before reaching over and opening my bag a bit, showing me the book. He went to leave but I stopped him, by grabbing his arm. “Wait… Before you go…” I said, and he knew exactly what I wanted. After being rejected by Ruby, Whale bumps into August who soon gives him some alleyway fun. (Whale's POV)
It wasn't going well. Here I was, horny as fuck late in the evening, trying my luck with Ruby, who was at the bus stop with a suitcase. She seemed like a lost cause though as I tried. "Sorry, no, I don't need a ride." Ruby told me. "It's cold out here." I tried reasoning. "I'm fine. Really." Ruby sighed. "I can carry your bag, where are you headed?" I offered. "Dr. Whale?" Mary Margaret's voice suddenly said from behind me. I looked around to see her and Emma. "Mary Margaret. Emma... Hello there." I said, feeling rather sheepish. "I was just having a talk with Ruby here. But I should, um..." I began. "Yeah. Yeah, you should." Emma told me, firmly. "Yeah.." I sighed before walking away. Dammit. I hadn't had sex since David and I was desperate for something. I decided to just head back home. |
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