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@superchocovian asked: Henry Mills in s1 or Lucy Mills in s7

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Gifset per Episode: 7.06, Wake Up Call I find myself wanting to explain all kinds of things to you. Like, I don’t know, like why pancakes are appropriate for dessert. Why the English Beat is so culturally relevant. Why I can’t stop thinking about you.

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The Little White Dress: An Ella Mills Ficlet

A week or so ago, @queen-of-the-merry-men​ said she headcanoned Ella broke into the Tremaine manor to get her old Christening gown for Lucy to wear. It turned into this one-shot.

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The manor has changed a lot since Ella moved into it as a child. It had once been vibrant with cream-colored rose wallpaper and cozy furniture. She and her sisters would spend hours in the garden (being mindful of Cecelia’s herbs), hunting for bugs and having tea parties with their dolls. At night, they’d choose one of their rooms to have sleepovers in. It was rare they slept in their own bedroom for the first few years, until Cecelia and Marcus finally insisted that the girls needed to start getting used to doing things on their own. It had been a hard adjustment, but nonetheless, they still did everything together.

Until the night Tremaine returned and everything changed.

After Cecelia left and Tremaine moved back into the main house, the manor was redecorated. The wallpaper was stripped and black stripes were put up in its place. The once comfortable furniture was replaced with cold and unfeeling silver and maroon pieces that Tremaine had found from a faraway village. Ella had asked her father why he allowed for such things, but he simply told her to mind her step-mother. She was the woman of the house. What she said went.

That meant that the traditions were gone. On Christmas Eve, they used to hang their socks by the fireplace for Papá Noel and read stories. The following morning, they’d open presents and sing carols. Cecelia would make spiced hot chocolate and honey biscuits. The girls scarfed them down while their parents curled up on the couch together, watching the scene with a look in their eyes. They had been so happy.

With Tremaine, they were expected to be in bed early. There was no talk of Papá Noel. Even though Ella was old enough to know he didn’t exist, it still hurt. The first time she asked, Tremaine called her a baby and reprimanded her for wanting to celebrate so soon after the death of her sister. The next morning there were no gifts, Marcus hadn’t chopped down a tree that year. The box of handmade decorations made by all three girls was still stuffed away in the cellar. It wouldn’t be removed. Even in the years that they would celebrate, Tremaine would purchase fancy golden balls and wreaths. Ella never got any presents. She was told to host the many guests they had at the manor. Her father looked just as miserable as she did.

When her 15th birthday was approaching, she had asked about a Quinceañera. She knew it was a long shot, but it was something she and her mother had planned for months. Tremaine turned her nose up at the idea. She asked why Ella thought this milestone was anything important to celebrate? When Ella tried to explain it like Cecelia had to her, Tremaine told her to shut up and instructed her to go clean the fireplace. Ella did as instructed, with tears in her eyes. Drizella had a grand birthday thrown that year and Ella resented her during every moment of it, as she served all of her friends.

Now, Ella was a mother herself. She was determined to keep Cecelia’s traditions alive, no matter what. On Christmas Eve, she would tell her all about Papá Noel. She was already knitting her sock to hang on the fireplace on the cottage Henry was building them. Never would Lucy go without presents or knowing how loved she was. When the time came, Lucy would also have a quinces. It would be however she wanted it. A part of Ella felt blessed that her mother-in-law was Latina as well and could help her with the affair.

The first tradition, however, was her daughter’s baptism. Henry had let her plan it out exactly as she wanted, not caring how crazed she got. She found the church her mother had baptized her in, with the exact priest as well. They had Tiana on food, since she had shown her expertise with that. After careful consideration, they had picked her for godmother as well. Archie would be Lucy’s godfather and had agreed to travel with Snow, David and Emma for the ceremony.

There was just one thing missing: the christening gown itself.

While Tremaine had helped them turn Drizella into a statue, it had been a short-lived team-up. She had gotten what she wanted out of the deal, her daughter no longer a threat. However, she still made it clear that she blamed Ella for what happened to Anastasia. Ella was also nowhere near ready to forgive her for the amount of abuse that Tremaine had laid upon her. So, they agreed upon a truce. Tremaine would leave them alone and vice versa. It would’ve worked out perfectly if only Ella’s christening gown hadn’t been in the old manor.

She didn’t tell her husband or anyone what she was doing. Henry would try to talk her out of it, say they could just buy Lucy a new one. That wouldn’t have been the same. Ella needed it to be the same one that she wore to her own. It was tradition. Regina and Tiana would have for sure wanted to come as back up. No, this was something Ella had to do on her own.

Ella took a few trips past the manor to see when Tremaine would be gone. She finally figured out when she took her weekly trip to the market and the changing of the guards. With Drizella now a statute, this would be a lot easier than she originally planned.

She snuck in through one of the windows, tumbling in through the kitchen. Ella pushed herself up onto her feet and grabbed for her sword, wanting to be prepared for anything. She walked down the rickety stairs to the cellar that had been her bedroom for her final years in the home. The cot was still there, with the lone pillow and blanket. She had only been moved there once her father had been killed. The damp, cold and dark room made her sick most of the time. She had to power through it and perform her duties unless she wanted to face the wrath of Tremaine. God, she hated living down there.

Fumbling through her pocket, she found the match she had brought and lit the lantern in her other hand. The hat boxes piled high against the walls. A part of her was surprised that they were all still here. She would’ve thought Tremaine would have burned or sold all of her mother’s possessions by now. Why hold onto the things of the woman who supposedly ruined everything you held so dear? Well, according to her father, it hadn’t just been Cecelia in her mother’s mind. Gothel had been at fault too.

Ella took a step forward and scanned the wall until she found the one she was looking for. The box was bright blue with a hyacinth on the front. She carefully removed it from the middle, not wanting it to cause the rest to fall. Lifting the lid, she took out the dress. It was so tiny. Had she really once been as small as Lucy? That pure, so innocent and naïve of how cruel the world could be?

Oh, how she hoped she could keep Lucy from figuring that out.

The dress was still white as snow, with enough lace and frills to cover a town. There was a matching bonnet. According to Cecelia’s stories, this had been in their family for generations, she had worn it to her own christening, as had her mother before her. As Ella felt the dress between her fingertips, she felt closer to her mother. For so many years, she thought she had run away. That she hadn’t cared. In all reality, she had done it to protect two of the people she had loved more than anything in the world.

A week later, she stood in the church that she had been christened. Lucy wiggled in her arms. The dress was a bit big on her and the bonnet nearly covered her beautiful brown eyes. Henry stood beside Ella, his hand on the small of her back, beaming down at his two girls. Tiana and Archie were on the other side of the priest, their eyes also on their goddaughter-to-be.

This was the first major tradition of Lucia Cecelia Mills’ life. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

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once upon a wardrobe jacinda (part 2)

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once upon a wardrobe jacinda (part 1) 

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snowing vs. glass believer

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favorite ouat dynamics ⇒ ella and henry

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Scared

A Light Believer one-shot with some Frog Believer friendship. Set in between The Eighth Witch and Secret Garden.

*Warning: Angst. Signs of panic attack and possible triggers*

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Henry got to the hospital as fast as humanly possible. When Henry had gotten that call from Jacinda and heard the words, “Lucy is in the hospital,” his heart dropped into his stomach. His throat felt dry and he was beyond terrified for the 10-year-old girl. Seeing Lucy lying in a hospital bed did nothing alleviate that fear.

It had been over 24 hours since Lucy had been admitted into the hospital and her condition remained unchanged. Henry has been at Lucy’s bedside since he had gotten to the hospital. This wasn’t right. Lucy was a 10-year-old girl who should be playing outside. Not lying here in a coma with her life in danger.

Henry felt so helpless. The last he had felt like this had been when his family died. Henry knew that Lucy wasn’t his daughter, but he felt a paternal pull towards her. In only a few short months, Lucy had managed to worm her way into his heart and Henry loved her. He loved her just as he’d loved the daughter he’d lost. Now, Henry might lose Lucy too.

The air in the room felt thick and breathing was becoming difficult for Henry. He quickly excused himself and left the room, making up an excuse about getting a soda. Henry walked briskly down the hall and passed Sabine. He thought he heard her call his name, but his heart was pounding to loudly in his ears for him to hear. The room was spinning and Henry braced himself against the wall. He felt like he was choking on air and he fell to his knees. Henry sat against the wall, closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

“Henry?”

The young man opened his eyes to see Sabine crouching in front of him.

“Hey. You okay?” Sabine asked.

Henry opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Sabine said. “Just focus on breathing. I’ll do the talking.”

Henry took more deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. As Henry did so, Sabine continued.

“You’re worried about Lucy aren’t you? We all are, but I know that kid. She’s strong and she’s going to pull through.”

Henry found his voice.

“You’re right. I know you’re right. Lucy is the strongest kid I know. She can get through this, but seeing her like that….”

“I know. It scares me too.”

“Lucy may not be my daughter, but I love her as if she was. I’ve already lost one daughter. I can’t lose another.”

“You are not going to lose her,” Sabine said. “None of us are going to lose Lucy. My neice is a fighter and she’s got me and Jacinda in her corner. Now she’s got you too. Believe me Henry, our girl is going to be fine.”

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Glass Believer wedding at Cair Paravel aesthetic.

The kingdom of Narnia is ruled by the Pevensie’s. They forge an alliance with Eudora’s kingdom to aid in overthrowing the tyrant King of the EF II. The resistance, led by Princess Tiana, is on the run from Lady Tremaine and the King’s guards. They find safety within the borders of Narnia. Our beloved heroes befriend the Kings and Queens of Narnia and take up residence at Cair Paravel. It is in this seaside castle that Henry and Ella are wed; their ceremony officiated by the Great Lion, Aslan.

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favorite ouat dynamics ⇒ henry and lucy

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Ella was in the nursery, standing over the crib and watching over her infant daughter. There was a time not so long ago that Ella feared she’d never have a child, but here Lucy was.

She and Henry had had many conversations about their future and if children were part of it. Henry had expressed that he did want a baby. He was so close to his mother and wanted that bond with a child of his own. Ella understood; she’d seen with her own eyes the bond and love that Henry and Regina shared, but Ella was unsure about motherhood. Her uncertainty was understandable, given her childhood. But that didn’t mean that she was oppose to having a baby, especially with Henry. He would be a good father and him by her side, Ella felt invincible.

The couple planned to have a baby, but that planned changed when they learned that Lady Tremaine had poisoned Ella with an infertility potion. Ella was devastated and Henry was furious. How dare Tremaine take something so precise and personal from Ella? He vowed he would find a cure. And find a cure he did. There is a plant in Wonderland that has the power to reverse the effects of the infertility potion, but it’s power has its limits. It’s only temporary and can only be used once.

The plant is made into a medicine that Ella consumes and she and Henry attempt to make a baby. The cure works and Ella becomes pregnant. It was not an easy pregnancy and childbirth had nearly killed Ella, but both mother and child had survived.

Now, Ella watched over her daughter, Lucy. The only child Ella would ever have and she was okay with that. Lucy had already brought her so much joy and Ella and Henry loved her with all their heart. Lucy was the light of their lives. Henry entered the nursery. He stood behind Ella and slipped his arms around her waist. Ella leaned into him as he kissed her temple.

“How is our little princesa today?”

“Sleeping. Peacefully, for a change.” Ella looked up at Henry. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Saving me that night at the ball. For being so patient, for loving me, for Lucy. Thank you for everything.”

Henry pulled Ella closer to him. “You’re welcome.”

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- It’s not a curse! I know because I had a family, okay? And I lost them. I had a family. I had a wife and a kid that I loved more than anything, and Lucy, there was a fire… and they died. I would give anything for another chance at a family, but-  - You don’t need another chance. We are your family.

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Glass Believer "Look at me, okay? Everything is fine, just breathe, in and out. In and out." I was disappointed (and unsurpised) that we didn't get to see Henry deal with what Jack did to him, so I thought Ella helping him through it would be a good arc.

Trigger warnings: PTSD, panic attacks and mentions of burning in this fic.

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Henry considered himself lucky a lot of the time. AfterNeverland, there was a good chance he would’ve suffered from PTSD. Yet, in atwisted turn of events, his memories had been erased. Even when he couldremember everything that happened, his brain was clouded with what wasn’t realand what was. He was able to move on, he found happiness.

He wasn’t that lucky when it came to Jack.

His life was busy after he escaped and for a minute,he wondered if maybe he was just someone who could easily bounce back.

And then the nightmares started. He’d find himselftied to a pole while his entire world crashed around him. Zelena was murdered, Reginawas being tortured and Ella was convinced that he was dead. He couldn’t move ashe watched his wife and daughter mourn his death. It played over and over, hiswrists burning from the rope and his mouth blistering beneath the tape.

“You can’t save anyone,” Jack would whisper into hisear before punching him in the face. “You wouldn’t believe me, your mother could’vedied, your aunt too. What would that have done to your cousin? You’re thetruest believer, Henry. Why didn’t you just believe?”

Henry shoot up in bed, his heart racing, his breathinguneven. Every night, he’d find himself sitting on the floor of the bathroom,his head leaning against the cool marble on the tub.

You’rethe truest believer. Why didn’t you just believe?

It was his fault that the curse had been cast. If he hadn’tbeen so stupid, if he had found a way to defeat the coven. It was his faultthat Zelena had been put in danger, that all of those other witches were killedtoo. He hadn’t been able to stop Jack. He hadn’t been able to stop anything.

What if Lucy had died because of Rapunzel’s curse?What if he had lost his little girl because he was too stubborn to see what wasright in front of him?

Every night, he tried to fight sleep. He spent histime working on his new novel and ordering new things for their home. He’d go outand assist his grandfather with last minute things on his farm. He boughteverything for Lucy that he could possibly think of.

Eventually, though, his eyes would grow too heavy andhe’d find himself dead asleep beside Ella.

One night in particular, he found himself tied to thesame pole. This time, however, there were only 3 other people in the apartment.His aunt and mother were tied to poles opposite him and he yanked on the ropeto free himself, but he couldn’t. Jack walked out of the bathroom, a lighter inhand.

“We know witches melt,” he whispered harshly. “Let’ssee if they burn.”

Henry struggled even more, but it was too late. Reginaand Zelena were engulfed in the flames. No matter how hard Henry screamed andtried to look away, he couldn’t. All he could see were the burning bodies andJack’s sick, sadistic smile.

“Welcome to my hell.”

Henry shot up in bed, breathing heavily. This time,however, he couldn’t move. He looked around the dark bedroom, but felt frozenin place. For a moment, he feared that it hadn’t been a dream. Jack was alive,he was really torturing him. His breath grew heavier and soon he was having a panicattack.

“Henry!”

He fumbled and suddenly saw his wife sitting besidehim, looking worried. He quickly sat up and tried to speak, but he couldn’t,all he could do was hyperventilate. Ella slowly rubbed his back, her voice softand soothing.

“Look at me, okay? Everything is fine, just breathe,in and out. In and out.”

“I…I couldn’t save them,” he choked out. “They’redead, it’s my fault!”

“Who’s dead, Henry? Look at me.” She gripped his chin inher hands and forced him to look at her. “Talk to me, who’s dead.”

“Zelena…M…Mom.”

“They’re not dead, sweetheart. We just saw your mom tonight,she’s safe. So is Zelena. She’s been helping plan Robin and Alice’s wedding, soshe’s a tad crazy, but she’s okay. Just breathe for me, okay? In and out.”

It was shaky at first, but Henry slowly began tobreathe. Soon, his breaths evened out. His chin stayed in Ella’s gentle gripand she looked at him with all the love in the world. Once he could breatheagain, he felt the tears spring to his eyes.

“It’s my fault,” he whispered. “All of it. Mom had tocast the curse to save me. Jack could’ve killed Zelena…”

“But he didn’t. It’s not your fault, Henry. None ofit. Jack, Drizella and Gothel all made their own choices, there’s nothing you could’vedone.”

The tears felt hot as they fell down his cheeks. “Theycould’ve died. Mom, Zelena….”

“But they didn’t, they’re okay. You’re okay.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m not okay.”

“Oh, Henry.”

Ella pulled him into her arms and kissed his temple.He let himself melt into her, letting out another shaky breath.

“Then we’ll get you some help. According to Regina,Archie’s been busy with weddings but maybe it’s time he resumed his therapy practice.”

Panic Attack Starters.

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