Featuring:Henry and August have a steamy, taboo moment in Granny's Diner's toilets. (Henry's POV(
I was busy this morning as I scribbled down as many characters and stories that I could remember from my book as possible on these scrap bits of paper. Since I lost the book and it might never return to me, I couldn't risk forgetting about all the details and names! As I was scribbling some names down, a voice spoke from over my shoulder. "Whatcha working on?" It said. I recorgnised it. It was the Stranger. The same Stranger who jizzed down my throat the other day. "No time to talk. I got to write it all down before I forget." I told him, trying to stay focused. "Yeah, I hate it when great ideas slip away from me." The Stranger admitted. Shit, even his voice was sexy as hell. "They're not my ideas. They're stories from a book I lost." I rolled my eyes before he suddenly sat down next to me. "Must be a hell of a book. What's it about?" The Stranger asked. "Stuff." I evaded, still trying to just focus on the book. "Sounds exciting." The Stranger said, sarcastically. "You seem awfully interested in me and my book." I began, finally looking up at him. Urgh... He was still as hot as the last time I saw him. He was wearing his sexy leather jacket and a pink scarf. Beneath, he wore a navy blue shirt, which exposed some chest hair. He also wore a pair of black pants, which fitted him nicely. "No, just being neighbourly." The Stranger shrugged. "What are you doing in Storybrooke?" I questioned. "I'm a writer." The Stranger answered. "You can write anywhere. What are you really doing here?" I continued. "Stuff." The Stranger smirked. "Good luck with the stories." He said before standing up. "Wait!" I blurted out, making him pause. I couldn't let him go without some fun, first. "What?" He asked. "In case you were wondering... The-The toilets are down there, to the left." I said, giving him the hint. I saw him smirk. Then he went down towards the toilets. I waited for a good 20 seconds before going to the toilets myself.
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Featuring:Henry meets August, a new person to come to Storybrooke and the two hit it off immediately. (Henry's POV)
It was early in the morning and I my alarm had woken me up. I was depressed, to say the least, since Graham had died. I missed him. He was kind, sweet, gentle and knew how to satisfy my needs. He was one of the best people in my life and my adopted mother killed him. No one believes me but I know that's what happened! I lazily went up to my window and looked outside, only to find a man on a motorcycle just by the gate. I had already met him, briefly, last night with Emma. He was new to town. The first newcomer since Emma. And Emma was already the first person to come to Storybrooke. Intrigued, I quickly got dressed into my school uniform and rushed downstairs. Mom wasn't up yet so I knew this was my chance to get some info for Operation Cobra. Featuring:In the Enchanted forest, Charming meets his twin brother's ex-lover. Meanwhile in Storybrooke, Henry discovers Graham's secret. (Charming's POV)
I was struggling, to say the least. I was everything but a knight or soldier, yet here I was preparing to fight a fucking dragon for the King. I was struggling to just put my armour on, much to the other soldiers' annoyance. I was just trying to strap what I believed was some kind of shoulder pad on when another soldier came over. "What the hell are you doing?" He spat. He was bald but had a handsome beard and looked very strong. "Just trying my best." I sighed. "You've got your armour on the wrong way round. You're gonna make us look like a fool in front of King Midas!" He scowled. "Well, instead of yelling, do you wanna help me?" I reasoned. "Fucking hell..." He snatched my arm and brought me over to my tent, which was set up for me as I was supposed to be the hero and my twin who had died. Featuring:While upset, Henry comes down to the police station in hopes that Graham can cheer him up. (Graham's POV)
I was in the station, sorting through some files. Henry and I hadn't done anything since, though it had only been a couple days. I was just about to sit down, when the boy himself stormed into the office. "Emma thinks I'm crazy!" He blurred out, immediately. "Henry, it's okay. I'm sure she doesn't." I assured him, sitting on my desk, trying not to get hard as I just looked at him. All I could think about was that night. "Then why'd she say it?" Henry whined. "I'm sure she didn't mean it." I insisted. "You don't know that." Henry continued. "Perhaps I can help put your mind off it." I smirked, taking off my waist coat. "That is kinda why I came here." Henry nodded, taking off his coat and scarf. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to the floor, around his ankles. All that was left was a pale blue shirt and a pair of white, loose fitting briefs. Featuring:Graham and Henry get up to no good, despite his birth and adoptive mother being downstairs. (Henry's POV)
Emma, my mom, had delivered me back to the Evil Queen's mansion. Of course, nobody believes me that she is, but I know. And I will get Emma to believe. As we spoke to each other, the door to my house opened, and there she was, stood next to Graham, our town's sheriff. "Henry! Uh, Henry!" She called out, rushing over and hugging me. Are you okay? Where have you been? What happened?" "I found my real mom!" I snapped at her, ripping myself from her grip and running into the house. I rushed up to my bedroom. I went up, came inside and dumped my backpack onto the floor. One day Emma will believe. One day. I flopped on my bed and let out a loud sigh. Then, my door opened. It was Graham. "Henry? You okay?" He asked. "No." I answered, simply. "You wanna talk about it?" Graham asked. "You wouldn't understand." I sighed. "Ah... I see. I suppose you are at that age, now." Graham said, sitting on the end of my bed. "What are you saying?" I asked, unsure where he was going with this. "I'm saying, I've been there before. At your age. You have those desires, and you have no way to release stress." Graham explained. "I don't know what you're talking about." I told him, confused. "I can help you feel better. But only if you promise not to tell anyone." Graham offered. "Umm... Okay." I said, nervous. "Promise?" "I promise." I nodded. Graham stood up and shut my bedroom door. |
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