Fairytale Justice League

She thought the continues kissing the street would be weird and would make some people look a doubt take. But for thursday after noon it was very quite out, in Wendy’s mind it felt like they were the only two in storybook, like they were the only things that mattered. Everything that she felt since they day she met him made sense. It made sense that she knew she would fall in love. Fall in love with him. Her best friend. The one who always stood by her even threw some of her crazy teenage episodes. Would rant about what Star trek generation was better and cuddle on the forest floor. And now that she thought about it— it was obvious. 

Wendy laughed and kissed his lips once again. “As much as I love that Idea-” She chuckled. ” I say, let go tell your mom, you guy’s deserve to reunight.” She squeezed his hand. “Do you want me to come?It’s fine you you want to see her on your own. I should go see my parents.. see if I can get her to set up a family dinner for my last night here-” Wendy started to feel her heart sink again… she was leaving tomorrow morning. “But— I’ll meet you at Granny’s for— Milkshakes?” She smirked

Henry's stomach drops at the mention of her leaving, tomorrow. Right. He'd forgotten. It's different, now, surely, but he'd forgotten. Still, he smiles--he can't help but smile because he feels awake and alive again--nodding quietly. Of course she wants to see her family before he goes, and he knows he's part of it. Before she can pull too far away, he tugs her into a tight bear hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders, nose pressing into her neck, murmuring a sincere "Thank you." Into her temple, lips brushing against it, before he pulls away, squeezing her hand. "I'll, um...I won't be long. I'll bring mom with me, if that's cool." A coming home and going away party for both of them, maybe, wherever their lives go, though Henry's getting a better idea which way the wind is turning for his. 

The wind dances through Wendy's hair like it knows which way it's going, too. He smiles. 

"How about I just meet you at Gram's? We can sneak out later. Do me a favor and don't tell them? I mean, I wanna tell 'em together, but...." He trails off because he wants Wendy with him with his mother, too, but he knows this is the last thing the Mills family will do alone, because the Mills family, as the mayor had told him just yesterday, had more members of the family than his mom knew what to do with, he was pretty sure. "I want to tell my moms before anyone else, you know?" Another lingering moment before he lets Wendy go, smile spreading, hands stuffing into his pockets as he starts walking towards his childhood home. The walk turns into a stride and a stride into a trot, cheeks warm and red with life and purpose when he knocks on the door, swallowing back something strangled and happy when his mother opens the door with wet, guarded eyes.

"Henry." She smiled and placed both hand on his cheeks looking directly into his hazel eyes. "Look at me. None of that matter’s to me anymore, don’t be sorry, last thing I want is for you to be sorry, what we went threw for the past few day’s-" she chuckled a bit "Was… fucking hell.. but you know what?.." She smirked softly. "I would go threw it over and over again just like Neverland, because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, right now— kissing you.. tell you- I love you and hearing you say those three words back to me. Because I have for so many years. You’re my True love, my Prince Charming, My Hero, and My Henry.”

She blushed at his complement. ”And you have never looked more Charming” She again placed a gently kiss son his lips, she would have loved to continue and never stop, knowing that he was here and back, wendy didn’t want to loose him again.

"I think that would be a good Idea." She gently squeezed his hand with her tiger knitted around his. "Prank Ruby? Well.. What sort of thing did you have in mind?" She looked up at him cheekily. She couldn’t stop smiling, her heart was now almost over filled with joy, happiness, and love.

Henry's smile stretches and stretches. He should probably feel a little weirded out by the fact that he's spent the past five minutes continuously kissing his best friend--the girl who used to shove him off the couch when he hogged the comforters--but he thinks he always knew it was leading up to this. He always believed in it. He thinks of the quiet nights where Wendy slotted so perfectly against her shoulder--senior prom when Henry'd brushed the hair out of her eyes, smiled, and told her she looked beautiful and knew then--and it's really not that surprising. He's always been her Henry. It just kinda took them a while to get here. 

"I don't know." He admits, "But we'll think of something." There's no better way to say I'm home than make Ruby yell at him, right? It'd be even better if it was him, Wendy, and Ruby pranking someone else. He thinks better on the whole pranking thing, in general, scarf still wrapped around his neck, and smiles. "We've gotta talk to my mom, first." His smile catches at the edges, quiet, gently tugging on Wendy's hand to guide her towards the mansion. It's been long enough for him to come home, he's not gonna make her wait any longer. He thinks of the way her coffee slammed to the ground, stomach churning--thinks of the way his pants used to catch on her window sill when he'd sneak in at night, knowing eyes always waiting for him with a quiet, hesitant smile and pancakes. His pace is set towards her house.

Wendy bited her lips her eyes still closed feeling his forehead against her’s. It felt right— but then- she heard her name. Wendy. Not like how he’s been saying it for the past few day’s but that boyish way. Wendy eye’s quickly met Henry’s. “Y-You remember?” Wendy could see it all in his eyes, the happiness, the joy—  the memories. She eyes filled with joy, and wrapped her arms around his as he lifted her up and spun her around. “Henry! I did it?” Wendy’s eyes filled with tears, but this time it was nothing but happiness and love. “Henry.. Henry— you remember” She constantly mumbled. Her body feeling complete her heart being feeling not holding that void she had for so long. Wendy kissed him backing smiling threw the kiss and laughed With her arm’s still wrapped around his, His hand’s fitting perfectly around her waist with there forehead pressing together. “You’re a dork” She smirked and snuck a quick peck on the lips. and mumbled to him wrapping her arms around him tightly “I love you Henry” She tears started falling from her face. “I missed you— so much. I love you” it felt as if she couldn’t get close enough to him being away for so long.

"You're a dork." He bats back affectionately, laughter still on his lips, two sets of memories in his head and one fact that apparently was enough to break a curse in his heart. He wipes the tears from her eyes like he used to do when they were kids, kissing her forehead again because it's been years--years--and he won't let go again. His eyes close for a long, clear, clean breath, before he pulls back, voice teasing, "And kind of my hero, I guess. Dude in distress and all. Emma's gonna get mad she owes me twenty bucks and you took her savior title." He wipes another tear with his thumb. "Thank you. For finding me. And not giving up on me. I...Sorry we didn't get that normal reunion we always talked about in the letters and stuff. There was no time to tell you when everything happened." He's not sure why he's saying that now, pulling away, because part of him feels the need to explain why Wendy lost her best friend because he never had the chance. His lips bat up in a lopsided, crooked smile.

Wendy listened to every word that left his mouth. It was Henry, the memories aren’t the same but it was Henry. She realized that, maybe he won’t ever remember and get his memories back, she accepted that a long time ago, but what she didn’t accept was that he is still Henry, and that doesn’t mean that he is any different, he can make new memories. Wendy smiled moving closer to him nearly nose to nose. “It’s believe you have the heart, of the truest believer Henry” She smiled. She gave the book to him with an intrusion and intrusion she wasn’t even sure about, it just happened. Maybe this was why. He was right, they both found love in the wrong places. “I think.. for a long time, or even— a few days.. we didn’t see what was right in front of us— appreciate what was could loose” Wendy was speaking more on her part them his.

Wendy slowly moved closer to him, her eyes down to his lips then in his eyes. Like then they were kids… her first kiss, that first kiss they had when they were young meant more to her then she even knew. She carried that feeling she had everywhere she went— love. “I believe in you Henry.. I always have. And- it doesn’t matter that, you don’t know the past— as long as you are willing to start a future” Wendy smiled and gently leaned in  locking her lips on to his. Her heart rose and heated with the sound of his, Wendy slightly raising on her toes placed her hand on the back on his neck brushing her fingers threw the hair on the back of his head. This must be what Snow and David always talked about— to felt. How all the romance books and even the action one’s felt when they felt true loves kiss. Nothing felt wrong, Wendy felt safe, happy, hopefully just like how Henry always made her feel. She believed in him and he believed in her. 

Henry doesn't even have time to protest that he's supposed to be kissing her, really--that he's supposed to be the dashing hero who sweeps her off her feet, or something, even though he's just a writer from New York who's lucky he didn't break his neck climbing up Wendy's wall. Her lips meet his and something warm settles over him, familiar, and he teasingly thinks that she always does this--she's done this since they were kids--always had to be a better hero, always had to have the last word, always had to one up him with a smile and a taunting laugh. His arms wrap around her waist, lips slotting against hers as something similarly slots in his chest. The warmth spreads from his shoulders down to his smirking, triumphant heart--down to his hollowed gut and his sturdy knees--it wraps his fingers tighter around Wendy's waist and makes him press her closer, burrowing his breath into something so warm and familiar that he feels like he's home.

He's home.

He's home.

The kiss is simple, really, as far as the after-math of huge romantic confessions goes, but when their lips fall apart, barely a breath, Henry's eyes blink open to realize just how simple his heart truly is. It's not a drastic change--it's not much of a change at all, really, which is strange in and of itself--it's like his dream's always been. Where things simply are different. But instead of being different, everything's just right. Memories don't cascade into his mind, they're simply there--all of them; everything; Wendy--and the smallest, warmest disbelieving laugh leaves his lips, hands still cupping her cheeks, nose brushing against hers before their foreheads press together. She did it. She did it.

"Wendy." He pulls away to look into her eyes, to take her in, to let it soak into his heart which, right now, feels so warm and tight it might burst in his chest. He brushes the hair out of her eyes and holds her close, because he missed her so much he dreamed of her. He missed her so much and he never even knew it. "I knew it." He says simply, laughing a little harder--a little lighter and brighter--pulling Wendy up in a hug and spinning her because he just can't help it. "I knew it was going to be you." He laughs through the life and warmth in his eyes when he puts her down and doesn't even bother hiding the awe and sheer glee from his voice. "I remember." He says simply, nodding, kissing her on the forehead-- "I remember everything."--Pulling away to meet her eyes before he kisses her again--soundly--and again--softer--and again--just because he doesn't really plan on stopping.