READER IMAGINES [1]

Henry Mills x Reader

#HenryWeek - Smut Imagine.
Word count: 2,961

Working part-time in Mr Gold's shop had its luxuries. Belle was always there even if Rumple wasn't, which meant that she could help you around the shop, without the embarrassment of having to ask Gold himself. The work wasn't too hard. You just had to clean and assort different artifacts and potions. You were actually beginning to get the hang of magic. You're not from the Enchanted Forest so dealing with spells actually frightened you, but you understand them a bit more now.

Dusting one of the many potion shelves at the back of the store, you think of your boyfriend Henry. You've been dating for a year now, it'll be two in June. He's so sweet and kind to you that you almost feel like you don't deserve him, or that you're living in a dream. A really, really, good dream. But because now you're too busy thinking about Henry, you don't notice how clumsy you're being with the duster. One accidental flick and a potion goes tumbling to the ground.

The sound of the glass bottle shattering is what brings you back from daydreaming. You look down and immediately get worried, fearing that Gold will kill you for this, so you try to scoop up all the glass shards as quickly as possible. Probably not the best idea without gloves, but you do it anyway. Scurrying to pick up all the glass shards, you get startled when you hear Belle call out your name.

"(Y/n)? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine!" You call back to her.

You quickly grab the last piece of glass but it slips between your fingers and cuts your skin. You wince as you drop the shard, and all the others that were already in your hand, to the floor and examine the blood dripping down your finger.

"Are you sure?" Belle calls out again.

"Yes!" You say.

Looking over at the couch on the other side of the room, you put your hands on the ground to push yourself up onto your feet, but your cut begins to sting and you realize it's from the potion that you accidentally dipped it in. You curse yourself and walk over to the couch, taking away one of the cushions, and grabbing the first-aid kit. You don't see any Detol or sterilization bottles so you make do with licking up the blood and wrapping a bandaid over your cut.

It still stings and by the time you go back to clean more of the glass up, you begin to feel dizzy. Your head feels foggy and you stumble around for a bit, until you're leaning over a table for support to stand. Looking down at the broken glass on the ground, you realize that whatever was in that bottle is now effecting you.

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You don't know how you got here but you did, and now you're knocking on the door expecting an answer. You can feel the potion taking effect on you, but you don't know what kind of potion it is. For all you know you could turn into a mass murderer. You figured you'd talk to Henry about it. Before long the door swings open and Regina greets you with a warm smile.

"(Y/n), nice to see you. How are you?" She asks.

"I'm very well, thank you." You reply, a soft slur to the end of your words, "Is Henry home?"

"Yes, he is. Do you want me to call him down?"

"No, it's alright. I'll just head up, if you don't mind."

"Not at all."

Regina steps aside and you walk into her house. You've always loved her home; it's just so perfect. You can smell apples so you smile at Regina.

"I smell pastry. Are you cooking?" You ask.

"Yes, apple turnovers." Regina replies, "But don't worry, they're poison free."