Random Fandom Imagines 2

Regina Mills and Daughter!reader

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes rooted itself deeply into her jacket making her nose burn as she walked down the street to the apartment where she lived. She held the crystal that hung around her neck tightly to stop it from clanking against the zipper of her leather jacket as she picked up the pace. The look of determination in her eyes created an uneasiness around her and caused the other people walking near to fall back to avoid her gaze.

When she reached the apartment complex, she ran up the stairs, skipping a step every now and then, and stopped in front of the door that led to the tiny home she dreaded coming to everyday.

She fumbled for the keys in her pocket, her irregular breaths visible in the cold air. Her fingers were numb from the cold and her nose felt frozen. Her hand started trembling again making her drop the keys on the ugly, worn-out welcome mat. (Y/N) willed her hand to stop, using the little bit of magic she could muster up, but nothing happened. She suddenly felt lightheaded, but she somehow managed to grab the right key and enter the apartment before she passed out and freezed to death on the porch.

She was greeted by a foul smell coming from the kitchen where the woman she called 'mom' seemed to be cooking. Usually (Y/N) did all the cooking and cleaning but lately she'd been distracted by the absence of her grandmother. Her real grandmother.

(Y/N) had no idea who her real mother was, and the idea of her never crossed her mind until five years ago when she turned fifteen. An older woman named Cora showed up at her school claiming to be her grandmother. She was dressed in an almost black robe-like dress that seemed very medieval. And of course, (Y/N) didn't believe her, her adoptive mother's mother had died almost a decade ago. Besides, how could she? This strange lady was dressed up like she just came from a renaissance festival. But it wasn't until she discovered her magic, however, that the idea of Cora being her grandmother didn't seem so far-fetched.

It took a while, but eventually (Y/N) gave in and allowed Cora to explain herself. Over the next two years Cora taught (Y/N) how to control her magic and how to wield it. She taught her how to create potions and how to cast spells and curses. She even taught her how to charm objects to do certain things.

Everything was going great, until Cora decided (Y/N) was ready for the truth. Cora explained to (Y/N) why her mother never looked for her. Hell, she didn't even know (Y/N) existed.

It was because Cora decided that her daughter would be better off without (Y/N). Cora had a plan for Regina.

Regina. That was her mother's name. After Cora said her name, (Y/N) couldnt stop imagining what she looked like. How she would react when she discovered she had a daughter. Hopefully happy as hell.

Daniel was her father's name. (Y/N) never had a father, and she never would. Cora explained that she had killed Daniel to make sure Regina would become queen.

"Whoa. And she was OK with that." (Y/N) was a little afraid of Cora now, but she could see a tinge of regret in her eyes.

"Oh, no. She hated me, but I did what was right for her, she would have never been happy with that stable boy." Cora was fuming at the thought of Daniel and Regina together.

"Well, they might've. I mean, you never gave them a chance to find out they were gonna have me," (Y/N) whispered, afraid she might upset Cora.

Cora glared at (Y/N), but her face changed to a sympathetic one when she realized what good did come out of their relationship: (Y/N). She ruined (Y/N)'s life by making her grow up with an alcoholic woman who was supposed to raise her. She was so sure she had chosen the right woman, but oh, how wrong she was.

Cora could see the small scar near (Y/N)'s eye where her mother had hit her for the first time, and the one on her lip where (Y/N) was hit for asking about her biological mother. A pang of regret caused Cora to shift uncomfortably in her seat.