jared s. gilmore


Requested by anon: 

“Did you hear about y/n and Peter?” Henry came running into Mal’s room in a hurry barging in unannounced. 

“What? No, why on earth are the two of them even talking to each other? Peter is pretty rotten to the core if you ask me which is completely opposite from y/n,” Mal questioned knowing that it had to be some very news worthy thing Henry had to say judging by the way he charged into her room.

“They’re dating! Can you believe it?” Henry announced as he was just as surprised as Mal looked when he found out. 

“Dating? God, y/n really is as mad as the Hatter.” 

Imagine how everyone reacts to you and Henry dating. (I couldn’t help it with Rumple’s).

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Henry: *knocks on door* Hey Y/N you alive in there?
Y/N: Go away Henry
Henry: *gif* so please open the door
Y/N: No
Henry: Please Y/N will you just tell me what’s wrong
Y/N: Henry come I’m not going to tell so stop trying
Henry: *sighs* Fine, I’ll buy you a milkshake from Grannies
Y/N: *pauses and opens door a crack* promise?
Henry: *smiles* promise


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Henry: “Mom, Mom, this is my boyfriend Carlos De Vil. He’s from Auradon and I really like him.”
Regina: “Well we couldn’t be happier for you Henry. It’s a pleasure to meet you Carlos.”  

Henry Mills x Reader

Part two of Close. Requested by: @justawildmarebearmcrbvbfob

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People say that ignorance is bliss. If that’s so then why do you feel so deflated? How come ever since that moment with Henry you’ve felt so torn? So broken? So… far away? Henry’s noticed this too.

At first he too stayed away but then he realised that it was impossible. It’s not possible to be able to stay away. There’s just something that keeps pulling you back. Something that’s keeping you close.

You wish you knew the reasoning. You’ve had this pain in your chest whenever you are away from him. Since the moment you chose to step back all you’ve wanted to do is move forward again. You want to be with Henry.

You never saw him in a romantic way. You never even thought about it, but then he tried to kiss you and everything changed. You thought you still felt distant towards him so you prevented the kiss, then when Henry left and you stood there feeling the cold against your skin where you once felt Henry’s warmth, you knew.

You love him.

But things have been difficult. More dark creatures have attacked Storybrooke and you keep getting separated from him. He hasn’t been injured since that night, thank goodness, but you feel like you have.

You haven’t been hurt physically by the creatures, but you have been hurt emotionally by them. This, though, you haven’t told anyone. You’re afraid that it’ll change things if you do.

One creature made it’s way towards Henry and you were so scared that you called out to it. So it changed its’ course and headed straight for you. Then Henry screamed. The creature turned back and in the faintest lighting available, you saw the creature smirk.

This dark creature had consciousness. It was created from dark magic that was tethered to the owner. So in fact the creature did not smirk but the creator did. And once it did it decided that it was going to kill you both. Luckily, though Emma and Regina defeated it just in time.

But that moment has scarred you. You never talk about it, but you always worry. Not about how it was so terrifying but about how it almost killed the two of you. And what would’ve happened if it only struck Henry? How would you have coped?

You find that books are your only medicine. They can cure you of any disease– mental, physical or emotional– and they help you escape the troubles you face. So you’ve decided that you should visit the town’s library everyday. And everyday you find a new book to read.

Today you’re reading a book based on romance. Belle had recommended it to you and so far you’re satisfied with what you’ve read. The story is intriguing and impressively detailed. It feels so realistic and at many times you find yourself relating to the characters.

Then you get the butterflies. Every scenario you relate to are the ones where the two characters can’t admit their feelings for one another. One of them even is scared to say that she’s in love. That character is exactly like you.

You’re afraid to admit that you love Henry because then it’ll become real. When it’s real then you’ll have to face things together. Even so… you want it to be real. There’s a terrifying truth behind it that makes you tempted to start it. To start accepting your feelings for Henry.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Your eyes widen and your head shoots up. There standing by one of the bookshelves is Henry. His hair is messy from a day of stressful school work and his uniform shirt is unbuttoned slightly.

You quickly dab away the tears that wet your cheeks. You started to cry from the realization of your heart’s desires. Henry doesn’t seem to notice this and walks over to you at the table.

“What book are you reading?” He asks.

You can’t manage a word. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. Then suddenly; a sound.



Your mouth quickly shuts. How come you asked him that? What was the purpose of it? What did you mean by ‘why’? Your heart starts to be beat faster.

“I don’t understand.” Henry admits.

You shake your head (mainly to shake away the feelings you’re starting to get) and close the book. Then you slide out of your chair and put the book back on the shelf. As you turn around you get startled. Henry is right there in front of you; his eyes seeping into yours.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“I have to go…” You say.

“Why are you avoiding the question?”

“I need to get home.”

“Is this because of the kiss?”

Your cheeks flare up in pink blushes. You turn your gaze to the ground and scrunch up your hands into fists.

“We never kissed.” You say.

“So it is, then?” Henry says.

You shake your head even though that’s exactly the correct reason.

“I have to leave.” You say, and start to move away from Henry.

He doesn’t let you leave, though. His arm flies up and his hand hits the bookshelf making you flinch. He wasn’t being aggressive but his sudden movement was harsh.

“Please stop running away from me.” He says, “I never wanted to make you feel this way.”

“Neither did I.” You admit.

Tears form in your eyes. Henry thinks that he’s made you feel anger but that’s not it. He’s made you feel love.

“I’m sorry.” Henry says.

“I love you.” You blurt out.


Henry’s eyes widen and so do yours. Why did you just say that?? You begin to blush again and immediately push his arm off of the bookshelf and run away from him. That was so stupid of you to say!

Henry is quick to follow you, however. He runs after you as you pass bookshelf after bookshelf. Then his hand reaches out and he grabs ahold of your arm; spinning you around to face him. Tears spill from your eyes but his look at you in confusion.

“You love me?” He asks you.

You shake your head. Of course you love him, but now the reality you so desperately wanted you want to disappear. Henry doesn’t say another word but instead he moves closer to you.

You worry immediately and begin to back away from him, but he keeps moving forward. His lips are dangerously close to yours as he backs you up against a bookshelf. When your back hits the shelf his lips touch yours, but not in a kiss.

Then he stops. His lips are left hovering over your own and you’re back to where you started before. You’re back to where you made your first mistake; where you pushed Henry away and ran away from your feelings.

However now, you’re doing the same thing. The moment is being replayed. You’ve denied your feelings, ran away from Henry and are trying to prevent a kiss from happening. Even so, what makes this moment different?

Henry gazes into your eyes searching for the emotion you’re feeling. He won’t take that step if you’re not ready. But when you look into his eyes you only see your reflection and in a way, that’s his emotion. He’s feeling love and it’s towards you.

No more mistakes, then. You love him. It’s clear to you now that you’ve always loved him. So you decided to take the step yourself.

You close your eyes and lean forward, letting both of your lips touch, and you kiss him. You kiss Henry as if you’ve never wanted something so badly before. He’s not slow on the uptake and immediately wraps his arms around you. Your arms wrap around his neck.

Henry kisses you back with a passion you’ve only read in story books. With both your lips against each other you realize that this is how you want to be. You want to be with Henry.

You want to be close.

salvation in the secular age


background: This is loosely based off of Little Red Riding Hood. It’s sort of a Peter Pan / Little Red Riding Hood cross over. This takes place before any of the characters knew they were fairy tales.

Robbie had always been a strange, strange boy. He sat behind you in your World History class and was very quiet, not talking much or having many friends in school. He was flirty with you to say at least, leaning over the desk to whisper things in your ear, running his fingers through the ends of your hair, or squeezing your waist in the quiet classroom to make you laugh aloud.

What was weird about him was he was entirely obsessed with Peter Pan. Yes, he loved the Disney character but it went way beyond the movie; he spoke as if he’d been to Neverland before, talking about his Lost Boys and Captain Hook. He was a hundred percent serious too, making you always raise an eyebrow with a half-hearted, “sounds cool, Robbie.”

If he was a little bit more… normal, for lack of a better word, you would’ve really liked him.

Tugging on your tomato red pea coat, you grabbed the wicker basket filled with grocery items and made your way out the door and onto the cold Storybrooke streets. Your Mom insisted that you bring groceries to your sick Grandmother who lived right outside of town, and you agreed because even though you didn’t know her very well, the senile old woman still deserved food.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” A voice called out, making you turn around. Henry, a boy who was a few grades lower than you waved from where he sat with a blonde woman. You gave a smile and waved back before turning around and continuing your walk. You’ve only talked to Henry a few times and when you did, he spouted off about his fairy tale book and how you were in it.

“You remind me of Wendy Darling.” He had said, making you laugh.

“Do I?”

“Yeah. See,” he continued, opening his fairy tale book to a bookmarked page. He continued to jabber on about Neverland, when you interrupted him.

“Who would Peter Pan be?”

He faltered before giving a short shrug. “I don’t know. Haven’t figured it out yet. You also kinda remind me of Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Wendy and Riding Hood? I can’t be both.” You teased.

You smiled at the thought, amused by his imagination. Him and Robbie would really get a long, you decided.

The street started crumbling into a dirt road as you got closer to the outskirts of town. It was early evening, and you hoped to be back home before midnight and with the speed you were going, everything seemed to look smooth. You were stopped again as the familiar dirty-blond haired head popped in your line of vision.

“Robbie?” You called out. He perked up at the sound of your voice and met your face with a grin.

“Hey (Y/N).” He greeted, pulling you into an awkward one sided hug. As you pulled back, his arm fell from your shoulders to your waist, resting there. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it made you feel… weird. Like butterflies flying in your tummy but trying to escape because they sense fear.

“Where are you off to, love?”

“My Grandmother’s.”

He nodded, keeping his eyes on you. “What’s in the basket?”

“Groceries. She’s sick.” You shrugged.

Robbie nodded again. “Where does she live? I can walk you to and back if you’d like.” You smiled and accepted Robbie’s friendliness.

Robbie smirked to himself as the two of you walked side by side down the wood path. He really liked you and was sure you’d make the perfect first Lost Girl. All he had to do was convince you to leave with him.

“Look at the wildflowers, (Y/N). Aren’t they pretty?”

At the mention of flowers, an idea popped in your head and you ran up ahead to them. You kneeled down, staining your tights with grass stains and started picking the stems into a bunch. Your Grandmother always liked flowers, so bringing a bouquet of them to her would hopefully cheer her up.

Robbie laughed and stood over you, watching. The more time he spent with you, the more dead set he became in taking you back with him. “Here,” he said, pulling the basket off your arm and onto his own. “You keep picking these for your Grandmother and I’ll take this and meet you at her house. I’m sure she’ll love the flowers.”

“Okay.” You agreed standing up. Robbie leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before continuing down the path. Not thinking much of his overly-friendliness, you spotted some more flowers a little further away and walked towards them, going deeper into the forest. A half hour later, you held an arrange of colorful blooms but suddenly froze as a thought crossed your mind; you had never told Robbie where your Grandmother lived.

Robbie knocked briskly on the door, receiving a shrill, “Who is it?”

 He rolled his eyes. “It’s me, Felix. Open the door.”

Robbie was met with his tall blond friend and slipped through the door, shutting it quickly.

“She should be here soon. Get the old lady out and back to Storybrooke before (Y/N) sees you.” Felix nodded at his orders and went to where your Grandmother slept peacefully in her bed. With Pan’s magic, it wasn’t hard for Felix to transport them soundly out of the house.

Not even a few minutes passed before you pushed the front door open, peaking your head in. “Robbie? …Grandmother?” Nothing but silence responded back.

You shuffled the rest of the way in and hung your coat on the coat hook, setting the flowers on a side table. It looked like the house hadn’t been touched in years, dust settling upon everything you walked passed. The wicker basket sat untouched on the counter top, telling you that Robbie had arrived… but where was he?

“Robbie!” You called out again. Maybe he had gotten tired of waiting and left? It was pretty late outside.

You walked down the hallway and knocked on the bedroom door. Getting no response, you opened it and braced yourself for the worst. You jumped back when Robbie’s broad back was the first thing you saw, your Grandmother no where in sight.

“Robbie? What are you doing in here?”

He turned his head at the sound of your voice and stood up from where he sat on the edge of the bed. Walking closer, you suddenly felt very small against him.

“M'name’s not Robbie,” He whispered. “It’s Peter Pan.”

“For God’s sake, not this again. Seriously, where’s my Grandmother? I didn’t see her when I walked in.”

“That’s because she’s not here. She’s back in Storybrooke.”

Your eyebrows scrunched and you shuffled backwards. If you thought Robbie was weird before, he was really being extra creepy now.

“Funny, Rob. Let’s go look in the living room, she might be watching TV.”

He continued to shake his head, advancing closer to you. You leaned back and went to open the door to slip out but he forced it back shut, holding his hand above your head and leaning into your body with a flirty grin. 

“Come back to Neverland with me.” He whispered.

“Robbie.“ You said bewilderingly. “You’re crazy, let me out.”

“C’mon, Wendy.”

Dont call me that.” You went to push at his shoulders but a loud knock sounded at the front door. The knock distracted him, allowing you to slink out and bolt down the stairs, opening the front door to Henry’s face.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” He greeted again.

“Hey Henry… um, now’s not really a good time. I’m sort of,” You looked over your shoulder, “busy.”

“Well sure, but I just wanted to tell you I figured out who Peter Pan was. You know Robbie Kay? I think he’s in your grade.”

Your breath caught at his words. “Robbie is Peter Pan?”

Henry noticed your disdain. “Well yeah, you two are Peter Pan and Wendy. I thought you liked him?”

A crash came from somewhere in the small cottage, making you jump. “Look Henry I have to go see what R — my Grandmother is doing so we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Henry nodded and turned to leave but you stopped him.

“How did you know where I was?”

Henry shrugged. “Your Grandma’s from Little Red Riding Hood. I had a feeling.” And with that, he continued walking back in the direction of town.

You slammed the door shut and turned back around to find Robbie leaning against the wall, wearing a cocky smile. “He’s right you know. You are Wendy. If you take my hand, I can prove it.”

You shook your head, still not convinced. As of yesterday Robbie was just the odd boy who sat behind you in class, and now he was declaring you both were fairy tale characters.

Robbie sighed and encouraged you once more by holding his hand out, raising an eyebrow. Did you really have any reason to not trust him? He was odd but never showed you anything but kindness. You hesitantly lifted your hand and when your fingers linked with his, your feet left the ground, literally. Robbie grinned at your shocked face and pulled you through an open window and into the night.

“Ready to leave to Neverland?”

One shaky nod was all he needed before he pulled you up into the sky and over the summer night clouds, to the grand haven of Neverland.

The town of Storybrooke was stunned when they learned about (Y/N) and Robbie running away together. The both of you had been gone for weeks and no body knew if you two would ever come back, calling your phones without success and posting missing signs around town. But Henry knew; neither of you would be returning to the mainland for a long time.