That morning he was acting mighty strange. I took him to the hospital and I had him checked out while I made my rounds. About an hour later I saw him sneaking out of Intensive Care, fully dressed. He turned and he looked at me and I saw that strange face again. I called out to him, he didn’t say a word. He just turned around and walked out.
Request: Can i request OUAT fic in which reader is henry twin but she didn’t get adopted by regina? When emma and henry reunited, they decided they want to know u. But reader didn’t exactly get her best chance in life. She is not welcoming either. They took her to storybrooke. Regina n the charming tries to get to know her too.
You looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching. “You alright, miss?” A security guard asked you, looking at you suspiciously. “I’m waiting for my friend, she said she’d be here at half past.” You said, trying to look worried. The guard checked his watch. “It’s only twenty past two.” “Half past one.” You said, going onto your toes and looking around. “Maybe I’m in the wrong shop. Is there another one of these nearby? I’m not from around here.” The guard shook his head. “No there’s not, sorry, but you can’t be waiting in here, I’m afraid. It looks like you’re trying to steal something. There’s a bench outside where you can wait.” You nodded, thanking him, then left the shop, walking quickly. Once out of sight of the store, you started running. After a minute or two, you ducked into a quiet area and emptied out your pockets. You’d managed to grab an apple, and a few candy bars. You quickly ate them, knowing your foster brother would most likely eat most of your dinner once you got home. A shadow fell over you, and you saw the face of your twin brother, Henry. He’d contacted you by email a while ago, telling you how you were related, and about your mother and saying that they wanted to get to know you, even including some pictures. You hadn’t responded. “What are you doing here?” You demanded, quickly stuffing your candy back in your pocket. “I wanted to show you this.” He said, handing you a few papers. You suspiciously looked through them, a frown appearing and growing on your face as you realised what they were. “Mum’s adopting you.” Henry smiled at you. You huffed. “I have a family, I live with them.” “They said it was okay. They signed it. Come on.” He held out his hand, which you didn’t take, walking stiffly beside him back to a yellow car with a blonde woman leaning against it. “Hey Y/N, I’m Emma.” You folded your arms, trying your best to make it clear to her that you were angry. She opened the car door, and Henry smiled at you again. You decided that you hated him, and his smiling. “Wanna sit in the front?” He offered. You didn’t respond, climbing into the back of the car and folding your arms again. On the seat beside you was a suitcase, which you recognised as yours, full of your things, that you’d never unpacked.
A few hours later, Emma parked the car on the street, and the three of you got out, Emma carrying your bag for you. You went up some steps and into an apartment. “I’m renting this place for a while.” She explained. “Henry lives with Regina, who adopted him.” “And ten years later, you decided to adopt me.” You muttered, looking around. “What changed your mind?” “Hey, she gave you up to give you your best chance!” Henry argued. You spun to face him. “Did she tell you that crap? Or was it your loving mom, Regina?” He glared at you. “Neither of them did! I know because it was the same reason Emma was abandoned. You should just be glad!” “Henry, enough!” Emma snapped. “Why don’t you go order us some food in Granny’s? And you can find the others, I’m sure they want to meet Y/N.” She softened slightly. Henry nodded, taking the money Emma offered, then left the apartment. “Maybe Y/N doesn’t want to meet the others.” You muttered, folding your arms. Emma sighed and sat down, gesturing for you to sit too. “How bad was it?” She asked softly. You frowned, still standing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I have a superpower kiddo, I can tell when people are lying.” She gave you a gentle smile, but you turned away. “Listen, Y/N, I heard about some of the other places you stayed. I’m a bail bonds person, I know what I’m doing. I can promise you that here is not going to be like any of those places, but if you don’t believe me, that’s okay. Just give me some time. The adoption papers kind of mean you’re stuck with me.” She stood up and walked past you, opening the door and smiling at you. “Let’s go meet the others, okay?” You nodded reluctantly, following her out of the apartment and into a diner. She gave you a gentle push towards a booth where Henry was sitting with some food. “Go eat, I’m sure you’re hungry.” You nodded and sat opposite Henry while Emma went to talk to some more people. “This is for you.” Henry said, pushing a mug of hot cocoa to you, along with a slice of apple pie. “So is this. You seemed to really enjoy the apple you had earlier, so I thought you might like some more.” “Thanks.” You mumbled, sipping the cocoa, then frowning as you tried to place the mystery ingredient that made it really yummy. “Cinnamon.” Henry smiled. “It makes it much nicer, doesn’t it?” You nodded. “Yeah, I never thought of doing that.” “Well I’m sure you had other things to think about.” A woman with dark hair said, sitting beside Henry. “I’m Regina, Henry’s mom.” She smiled at you. You nodded. “Hi. i’m Henry’s twin. I don’t have a mom.” You sipped your cocoa, and then started eating your slice of pie, making sure to eat it slowly so that you didn’t have to talk.
A few days passed, and you warmed up to Henry, a bit, but you still weren’t friendly. You were on your way home from school when Mary Margaret caught up to you. “Y/N, Emma just called me. We’re all going to be spending the night at Regina’s.” She smiled. “Why?” You demanded. “The Wicked Witch is threatening our family. Regina has a protection spell around her home. Come on, let’s go.” She gestured to you to follow her. “Do I have time to get my stuff?” You sighed, having decided to feign disinterest in all the magic stuff, even though you loved it. “No, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise.” She started walking towards Regina’s house, which was really more of a manor to you.
A few hours later, and you were sitting on a couch in Regina’s living room, your hood over your head, pretending to be asleep. You felt the couch move as someone sat next to you, and you put a little more effort into pretending to be asleep. “You know,” Regina began, “Henry thought I was the Evil Queen. At least your adopted mother is the Saviour.” “I’ve been in enough foster homes to know that after a while, the nice stops.” You muttered. Regina rested her arm around you. “Y/N, I know this is difficult for you, and you’re scared in case you get hurt again, but is there anything we can do to show you that we’re different?” You shook your head stubbornly, which made Regina sigh, and then she smiled. “Do you like reading?” You nodded slightly, and moments later, you were sitting in the middle of a magnificent library. Regina gestured around. “You can read whatever you want, but if you’re using the ladder, please be careful. That door leads to the hallway.” She patted you on the back, and then left through the door she’d pointed out. Much as you wanted to, you were determined not to give in and read the books, so you sat there, arms folded stubbornly, for hours, until the door opened and Prince Charming came in. “Go away.” You ordered, and heard him sigh. “Nope. Come on.” When you didn’t move, he simply picked you up and carried you out of the library, into the back garden. It looked to be around eight or nine in the evening. He put you down and then stood opposite you. “Unfortunately, this town seems to be a target for attacks, so if you’re gonna stay here, I’d prefer if you knew how to look after yourself.” He picked up two sticks, tossing one to you. “Ever been in a sword fight?” You grinned, despite yourself. “Not exactly, but I have been in ordinary fights. And sticks help.” With that, you jumped forward, hitting him in the stomach with your stick. As he let out a groan, a genuine smile rose to your lips, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here after all, because if they were teaching you to look after yourself, it meant that they couldn’t do anything to you, so maybe they really were the good guys, your ‘happy ending’, if you were to put it into Henry’s words.