The Huntsman.

written by lucas

[honesta]

Welcome to #HONESTA ... this is a highly selective and mutually exclusive roleplay blog for GRAHAM HUMBERT / THE HUNTSMAN  est. 2020. This blog is mainly OUAT BASED with some influences from other forms of the huntsman media. However, I have also fleshed this character out with a lot of my own headcanons. 

Written by LUCAS ( HE/HIM), 31 years old. Due to my own age and the nature of this blog, I will not write with anyone under the age of 18. I prefer 21+ , but that is not set in stone. I fluctuate in activity but try to be here as much as possible. I follow only those who I am interested in writing with and try to keep a fairly clean dash. Please refer to my rules for a list of those canon characters I am  no longer accepting interactions with.

                                          **  LAWS  ** 

[jamiedornaniseverything]

[honesta]

@pagetorn​ - you didn’t ask for this but you’re required to love me at all times.

"What is it you're afraid of?!" His voice is raised, words flavored in drink and echoing off the buildings that stand as sentries, casting shadows across the sidewalk as the sheriff all but chases his charge down main street. He doesn't expect an answer - no storybook that Henry mentions can give way to a miracle such as that - but still Graham lengthens his stride, blue-gray eyes fixed on the woman who seems so hell bent on ignoring him. "You act like you're here for Henry, do your best to get under Regina's skin - " Brown boots walk on fallen leaves, the crunch of every step resonating in an otherwise quiet street. The few left at Granny's are sure to tell this tale come morning, but frustration and four shots of whiskey are a blend of courage .. and he has no fear of what he might face when the sun returns. Finally his shadow merges with hers, fingers gripping at Emma's wrist until she's all but forced to stop, weight shifting so he stands before her, effectively cutting off her escape. " - you can pretend that's it, that you don't care about anything else ... but you do, don't you?"

Gaze studies the woman's face, loosening his grip of her before freeing her completely - but he doesn't move, stays where he is. She can punch him if she wants, run over him like she did the damn town sign .. but he's not going anywhere. Not unless she makes him. "You're so busy acting like you don't need anyone that you can't even realize that you've already admitted that you do. Henry? You could've left. Regina wanted you to. You said you wanted to... but you needed to make sure he was safe. That he was alright..." The words when they come are slurred with exhaustion and heavy with regret, carried on a huff of breath that is nothing more than a sigh. No doubt the war was lost before this battle was planned, but Graham is not a man to give up so easily. Something about Emma Swan sings to him .. and he won't stop trying to listen.  

"When are you going to let someone do the same for you?"

[jamiedornaniseverything]

[lumadreamland]

ouat s1 meme [4/8] characters: graham 

[honesta]

my son. I updated my rules (linked in the pinned post) and I ask that you please refer to it as it lists the canon character I am no longer accepting interactions with. I’m gonna make an exclusives page later but I want to reiterate that it is not necessarily mutual. I am hardly on so would never dream of expecting anything in return. they’re just my people and I like my people. I will return officially sometime mid week the week after this one (like 5/19). I need to wait until payday to get disney+ back so i can watch the whole S EVEN EPISODES that this beauty is in.

Anyways, take care mates. Have a good sunday !!

[princesheriff]

“What if being Prince Charming isn’t enough? And I start losing and it keeps going and I lose everything that matters to me?”

                            Written by Nadia. Est. 2014. Formerly at prxncecharming

[princesheriff]

*hands socks* I hear they're really great in bed.

“This is why none of us looked further into your death, dude.”

[onceland]

[honesta]

whisperedreveries​:

        A sheepish laugh tumbles from her lips.  That’s something that she’ll likely never live down, and for good reason.  Fortunately, Nerissa doesn’t mind his teasing.  “ I won’t.  I’m wide awake.  You have my word. ”  There’s no part of her mind that can even imagination falling asleep right now, not when her heart is beating wildly in her chest, not when her nerves are alive and electric.

        And definitely not when he’s looking at her like that.

        Her breath catches a little in her throat as she looks back at him.  Briefly, Nerissa allows herself to get lost in his gaze, the trance only broken by the softness of his voice.  She longs to know what exactly he thinks she is, but there’s also something enchanting about not knowing, about the idea that maybe there isn’t a proper word for what he thinks of her.

        Curious though she is, Nerissa doesn’t press it, contenting herself with her fingers entwined in his.  Excitement flutters in her abdomen as she contemplates what he could possibly be showing her;  it must be something she’s never seen before, something that maybe has yet to be shared with others.

        “ I trust you, ”  she assures him, nudging him gently with her elbow.  “ You’re impossible not to trust.  Now, stop stalling. ”  The last remark is spoken in jest, a broad smile dancing along her features as she allows him to lead her forth.  “ Is this where you take all the girls? ”  Nerissa can’t help but ask, her tone light with amusement.

Desperate to follow through before the burn of courage borne of two shots of Granny’s finest whiskey disappears from where it currently glows, he interlaces Nerissa’s fingers with his own, tugging her forward gently. Blue eyes repeated flicker to the darkened forest floor, careful lest he guide the one who means so much to him too near a branch or root that grasp out as if to catch her, as if to put a stop to what he hopes is a more successful date than the last one before it even truly begins.

Her question brings a smile to his lips, affection tinged with something akin to regret at the answer that stirs in the vicinity of his heart. How does he tell her that there has never been any other girl - none like her? Rather than risk at seeming even further of a dating failure, Graham remains silent save for a low chuckle he lets fall into the night air. “As much as I love the people of our sleepy little town - I can’t say I’ve often thought of taking one of them for a romantic walk into the woods, no. Make of that what you will.”

Footsteps flow as they approach his goal, and one finger presses to his lips as blue eyes catch green ones. “Now we put that trust to the test, no?” A grin twitches the corner of his mouth upwards slightly, weight shifting as he moves behind her and palms settle gently across her face, sealing her gaze with nothing but shadow. “You alright?” The words are soft and low lest he shake them too far out of the moment, warm breath that brushes against her ear appearing as a  cloud of vapor in the chill of the air.

Slowly, gently, Graham guides her forward - careful steps until they break through the edge of trees into the clearing he has come to memorize. It’s easy to lose oneself here, easy to chase away nightmares and misgivings in the peaceful lull of the wind that blows through dense leaves and the fireflies that dance around, lighting up an otherwise dull place. His hands fall away and settle instead on her shoulders - the instinct to press lips against the back of her neck is a strong one, but instead the sheriff simply waits .. heart giving a lurch in his chest at the idea that he might have read her wrong.. that such a view as this one might be no different from a boring nature documentary. Breath catches in his throat, words laced with a tinge of shaky hope as he voices his next question - the lilt of a laugh behind it falling flat even to his own ears. “Better than wolves, yeah?”

[honesta]

trickstercaptain​:

       The surprise that dawned on Graham upon realising what Jack was implying brought a smile to his face. There were many things he begrudged about this lifestyle and the fact that, for all the temptations and allure of fame, he was still a thirty-eight year old man drawn into the world of boybands and mobs of teenage girls, but the choice of bodyguard assigned to him wasn’t one of them. Serious about his job, but equally as willing to go along with Jack’s easygoing humour, his company was one of only a few of their entourage that he genuinely enjoyed.

       As Graham pointed to the adjoining wall with Killian’s hotel room, Jack let out a short laugh. “Have no fear, mate. I can easily schedule us a fight while I’m wearing a fan’s bra, if you like.” He cocked his head teasingly, contemplating the image —- as well as the paparazzi photos of him and Killian he was recently shown by their PR team —- and how he might improve upon it. He waved a suddenly animated hand at him. “We can both wear bras.”

       But the levity didn’t last. Jack’s smile waned as that same thoughtful, perceptive look crossed the other man’s face. The one he’d seen many times before. He turned the unopened water bottle over in his hands. “Something stronger if you’re going to get me to confess to anything.” He flashed the man a knowing look before he rose from his chair and wandered over to the desk, picking up the room service menu and handing it to him. “Pick whatever you want. Neither of us’ll be footing the bill if you do it this way.” One of the perks of touring, he supposed.

There are many things that had once flittered through his mind when he was a child... the desire to protect people, to help them - it was one that had been instinctual from the very beginning. Strange, considering he couldn’t stand the majority of them .. but maybe that’s where the dreams had come from, that want to save the ones worth saving.. to keep them from the flames that have always licked so precariously at the edges of his own life. Guarding an adult famous for synchronized dance moves was something even a boy’s imagination had been able to grasp, however.. and now as he leans against the wall of the suite, Graham can’t help the smile that plays across his lips. Both at the irony of fate and at the expression that currently sits upon his charge’s face.

“Make it a red bra and I might take you up on it. I’ve never found pink to be your color.” One brow rises as blue eyes linger for a moment on where Jack plays with the water in his hands. flipping it around in a manner that would no doubt be inconsequential to anyone else - but he recognizes it for what it is. You don’t spend a year of your life at someone’s side without learning some tells. Arms cross over his chest and the younger man stays perched against the wall at his back, thoughts warring with the desire to give the other his space while also offering any sort of comfort that his job allows. Don’t get too close, he has always been told. You’re there for a job, not to make friends. But Graham Humbert has ever been shit at following the paths laid out for him so he pushes off from where he so casually stands, crossing in two strides to stand before the man who, despite his best efforts, looks more brow beaten than the guard has ever seen him appear.

“You gotta give Killian credit though, no?” Lips twitch into a grin that he can only hope serves as contagious, one brow quirking as a nod gestures to the room behind him. “He takes the phrase go big or go home to a whole other level I’d say.” One boot nudges at Jack’s own, teeth chewing a careful habit against a calloused lip. “The pictures were .. something, alright. I’m sure many a girl will be dreaming of you in lingerie for months to come.” It would be easy to continue joking, to throw out another jest in regards to how things always blow over when it comes to their line of work .. that paparazzi photos are just that, photos - and photos can’t hurt forever. But, despite his best efforts to appear otherwise, Graham knows more about Jack than even he himself could guess.. and so he understands the pressure that this latest fallout no doubt brings.

Rather than push such a conversation he simply crosses the room, opening the mini bar with ease and allowing dark blue to linger over the treasure trove of escape methods presented so willingly. “We could always find another bra. Maybe three of them. Throw them around his neck and twist them just right - “ Voice carries over his shoulder, words laced with an edge of teasing that the other man will no doubt pick up on - but he hopes the seriousness of the tone will shake Jack out of whatever dark corner he’s found himself in. “ - If I find myself unable to stop it due to the horde of screaming girls surrounding me ... well that’s not my fault, is it?”

Selecting a drink he crosses back to where the older man waits, offering it as if in some sort of placation as teeth chew on the inside of one cheek - expression one of contrite as he throws forth his next confession. “ I may know a thing or two about your second favorite Irishman - “ Mouth curls into a smile, finger tapping against his chin as if pondering such a move over - every picture the man debating the final move in a competitive game of chess. “ - it depends on what level of getting even we’re talking about though. And using some of the things I have in mind to our advantage, well ... it requires a bit of finesse, no?”

[honesta]

whisperedreveries​:

        “ Hm, ”  she hums, lips turning down slightly with the sound.  “ Sounds fascinating.  I’m glad to know my tax dollars are being put to good use. ”  Her grin is a playful one, her tone light and teasing as it often is in Graham’s presence.  “ So what’d you decide?  Are you going to spring for a new dental plan? ”

        She nods faintly.  “ Thank you. ”  Her grin remains firmly in place, though it does soften a little.  It still takes her by surprise, sometimes, how well he’s embraced Sadie.  How good he is with her, how good he is with Charlotte.  Truthfully, it shouldn’t be shocking;  he’s a good person all around, one that Charlotte is grateful to know.

        “ Right, of course.  I would hate to distract the Sparkly Sheriff from his duties.  I don’t think Sadie would ever forgive me for that. ”  Some of the ideas that come from that girl’s mind…  Shaking her head with a humorous smile, Charlotte glances his way again.  “ You better be careful with that.  Next thing you know, she’ll have you bedazzled from head to toe  —  car included. ”

Blue eyes spark with a hint of mischief is all but impossible to hide as Graham leans against his car once more, brows rising as if in surprise. “You’re acting as if anyone in the station, or this town, actually listens to me. I suggested we all invest in a simple, good, toothbrush and call it a day, but - “ Breath hisses through teeth akin to a whistle as he gives a shake of his head, gaze rolling skyward. “ - I’m just a simple sheriff. What do I know about dental hygiene? I’ll leave it up to the experts - you know, the people I pay to deal with these things. Then, if it all goes south ... it’s not on me.” A single finger taps against his temple, grin widening as if in sharing some clever secret. “ ... smart, no?”

For a moment he loses himself in the gaze that so easily catches his own, loses himself in the delicate curve of her nose and the slight rise in the corner of her mouth. Charlotte Foster is .. everything.. and once again the sheriff finds himself fighting every instinct he has that screams at him to reach out, to remind her that she’s not alone .. that she doesn’t have to wade through every river of mud that life throws at her by herself. The last thing she needs however is someone questioning every choice, a friend offering support as if she and Sadie haven’t already carved out a perfectly happy existence for themselves - so as always Graham will be satisfied in the shadows, content with just the chance to keep an eye on the two of them .. to keep them safe.

Once again a singular brow quirks as he leans forward, head craning over his shoulder and blue eyes sweeping over the length of his trusty car as if imagining the scenario she had so jokingly presented. “You shouldn’t joke about these things you know. Sadie would be very offended. Saving the world is very serious business.” One stride and he’s standing at the woman’s side, head cocked sideways as he studiously weighs the aesthetic of the vehicle in front of them. “ Ah, but you see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m already bedazzled - do you think these good looks come naturally?” Hand slid easily into the pocket of his leather jacket, as one foot kicks out in a casual gesture to the other part of his superhero equation. “That though, I don’t know. What are you thinking? Pink sparkles? Or is purple more of a beware villains! I’m here to stop you! kind of color?” 

It’s with a slow shift of weight that he turns to face her, lips twitching into a smile. “What about you? You seem to have somehow escaped all of this.” Grin widens as he purses his lips and widens his eyes, putting on what some would call his best puppy dog face. “Sadie has cemented herself as my side-kick but .. every good superhero duo needs a mastermind behind the entire operation. And - if you’re lucky - I may be able to talk her out of the sparkles.”

[honesta]

intelwon​:

No. She outright refuses to take his hand again. Her own fear is palpable and she doesn’t want to give him a reason to start spewing that nonsense of visions again… It doesn’t matter if she’s seen them. She can’t believe it. It doesn’t make sense and therefore isn’t logical to accept as the truth. Eyes watch his hand inching closer, pleading. Alice fights the urge to appease him. She owes him nothing.

“ You know nothing. ” She can get up on her own now that he’s standing and away from her. A part of her wants to smack his hand away. The fear that she’ll lose sight again stops her. It’s gas. We’re hallucinating. There’s a leak somewhere. But all she sees is an open forest with that fresh Maine air and the birds chirping. They wouldn’t be here if there was something wrong. 

She uses the tree beside her rather than his help but breath hitches when he says her name. It’s a lucky guess. Picked the first name that starts with A. Isn’t that how her mother chose her name? That wasn’t always my name. Why does she think that? 

“ I… ” She’s only just gotten up but maybe she needs to lie down. It’s all a bit too much for her. “ I don’t need your help. ” Standing up straight, Alice pushes away from the tree. “ This is crazy… You’re crazy! I’m… I’m crazy… ” Maybe it’s the drinking water… Palms press against her temples, eyes wide. What is she supposed to do with this? What are they supposed to do?

“ Okay… Okay. ” Breathe, child. Breathe. “ Say this is all real. Everything. What do you expect me to do? What do you want from me? Huh? If that’s another life, what about this one? What happened? ” What does he want her to do now? People saw them running into the woods. Surely they’ll be investigating as all small town people do. Gossip travels fast. 

“ I don’t think I can do this… even if it is real… ”

“I don’t - “ Breath hitches in his chest as grey blue hues study her, teeth worrying at an already cracked bottom lip. “I don’t know.” That right there is the crux of the problem .. isn’t it? Graham Humbert is the sheriff, the one the town counts on to keep his head, to stay focused in the face of a problem - and yet, when he looks at her .. all reason seems to evade him, thoughts turned awry by the instinct that he knew her, that he does know her. The situation leaves him reeling - what has he done? Chased a woman into the woods? Why would he do that? - so one hand rises up, palm pressing against the trunk of the nearest tree. The bark is rough under his skin, kept cool by shadows from the leaves above - but it does nothing to ground him, to stop him .. and the world keeps reeling, spinning on its axis like a merry go round he can’t control.

So many things are different - nothing feels right. There’s a hollow in his chest, an ache that longs to be filled .. an instinctual loneliness that grows deeper each and every day. Was he sick? Was he crazy? Were the words spilling from her lips really all that far from the truth? “I’m not crazy - “ His free hand raises as if to reach for her again but hesitates, turning instead to run rough fingers over the badge at his belt. It’s a reminder - a reminder that he has to keep his head, has to figure this out. He can’t act like a lunatic, can’t scare her more than he already has - so Graham takes a deep breath in an effort to steady his words and heart. “ - And I don’t think you’re crazy either.”

She hasn’t punched him or ran off again, a fact that gives him courage - so black boots step forward the slightest bit, hand sliding off its perch. The ground shakes when he does so, a dizzying effect that has him lurching on his feet - once again the situation has the world spinning, has thoughts spinning .. but he forces logic to the front of his brain, forces reason. “I’m not saying that - “ What does he call it? “ - that this is real .. but you feel it too. So that means something, right?” 

Throat closes up, muscles tensing as he searches for some way to further explain, some way for them both to understand. “You feel it too, I can see that.” Head cocks to the side, grey eyes darkened by emotion - sadness, longing, regret .. it’s all there. “If you’re crazy, if I’m crazy - then why would it be the same for us both?” Weight shifts as if in an attempt to move closer, but instead Graham takes a step back, opening the distance between them. He’s not going to push, not going to force her to stand in the damn forest with a man who is no doubt scaring her out of her mind - but voice thick with brogue drops once more, words low as if afraid to further spook her. “Trust me.. Alice.” Emphasis is once again placed on her name - where it came from, how it came to mind so easily, is a question he’ll ask himself later. 

“ I’m not - I’m not trying to hurt you. I feel ..Nothing makes sense anymore. Before you, I - “ Mouth opens and closes soundless as if searching for the right words, the right explanation. How does one describe the feeling of not belonging, the feeling of existing in a world that you’re not sure you even still believe in. “ - You .. just looking at you, talking to you - “ Blue grey hues return once more to his face, expression falling as if in understanding that she is sure to leave - that she no doubt will vanish with him left in the dust. What does he do then? “ - you make me feel like I have a chance at living again, of fitting in. I’m missing something, I don’t know what - but, you. I think you can help me find it.”

[honesta]

whisperedreveries​:

@honesta​ said:  “ ☾ (for merida !) ”       //       meme.

        “ Why should I feel ashamed? ”  Indignation floods Merida’s tone as she sets her knuckles against her hips.  Of course she’s the one to get the blame;  it’s just like being home in DunBroch.  When she speaks again, her hand flies out, pointing accusingly at the man in question.  “ It’s not my fault he cannae defend himself.  Maybe he should’ve thought of that before runnin’ his mouth. ”

Blue eyes squint against rays of sunlight that dance across the street as one hand reaches up, scratching at a furrowed forehead. He is not paid enough for this. Lips part, but before any words can tumble forth, Leroy is answering the woman’s accusations .. voice raised as if they’re not all within two feet of each other. “Wait, Wait - Stop.” One palm rises between them as the sheriff finally stands straight, pushing off from the side of the car he had been leaning against. 

“Let’s try this again, shall we? You - “ Gaze focuses on Merida, finger  rising between them as the other man shifts as if ready to once again start the argument. Blue eyes flickering towards him have the town grump effectively shutting up and brows raise once more in Merida’s direction. “ - I appreciate good aim, I do. But don’t you think that maybe trying to shoot an arrow into his tire was a little... “ A low whistle accompanies such a thought as eyes roll skyward, expression one of feigned thought. “ ... I don’t know - much?” Despite such a question, lips twitch in the corners, gaze flashing in amusement

[jamiedornangifs]

You’re a tortured one, aren’t you, Huntsman? Is this because your parents abandoned you to the wolves?

[honesta]

inkwielded​:

@honesta​ gets a starter!!

     Walking past the Mayor’s house, his keen eyes flicker around the property looking for a sign of her, wondering what she must be up to now that Ms. Swan has arrived. Their reunion should be soon; she always comes to him in the end. 

     So busy stalking his prey, he doesn’t see the man coming toward him, colliding gently with him. “Pardon me, Sheriff,” he says politely. “I didn’t see you there. Going to see the Mayor, are you?”

Things have been different since Emma Swan came to town - nothing that happened, nothing that he did, felt right. A feeling of wrongness permeated his soul and tugged at his heart, leaving no time for that which had once been habit. So lost in thought is he, the sheriff doesn’t notice Gold - hand reaching out as if to offer assistance should the other fall.

“I was just - “ Leaving. Fingers stay tightly coiled around the keys in his grasp, tongue sliding out over lips that have suddenly gone dry. “Regina, she - “ Mind casts about for some explanation, some half truth, but even as he searches Graham knows it to be a pointless venture - Mr. Gold has a way of always knowing the truth, even before you yourself it seems. Lithe form straightens, blue eyes meeting the older man’s gaze. “ - she’s been a little worried, given recent events. I’m just.. keeping watch for her.”

[honesta]

whisperedreveries​:

        It’s all she can do not to fill the brief silence that follows with nervous chatter.  Nerissa isn’t used to this anxious energy of hers, this giddiness.  It’s foreign and a little embarrassing, but if it’s the price that must be paid for the enjoyment of his presence, she will happily endure it.  

        Her eyes linger on him, watching his every move, heartbeat thrumming evenly in her ears.  The removal of his coat seems to be a good start;  she hasn’t even had enough time to get her hopes up before he’s stepping towards her.  Soon, she’s able to feel his touch, the warmth radiating off him, the feel of his lips on hers, albeit briefly.  All of this elicits a smile, one that threatens to widen so much that it might crack her expression altogether.

       “ Of course, ”  Nerissa responds softly, touched by the seeking of confirmation.  It’s nothing new;  he always seems to be asking her similar questions, as though he fears he’s expecting too much of her, as if he somehow believes he doesn’t deserve her affection.  “ With you, I’m always sure. ”  And, as though to further silence his doubts, she leans in to kiss him again.

He’s ready for her to pull away, ready to feel her hands against his chest, telling him in no uncertain terms that she was wrong, that she had lied .. that she didn’t want him after all. Nothing of the sort comes - instead she leans toward him, returning his kiss with one just as soft, and Graham lets his eyes flutter closed, trusting, for a moment, that maybe things are alright after all. Fingers curl into fists at his side, wanting to touch her but afraid of seeking too much - so he settles for letting them fall gently at her waist, blue eyes searching her face as they finally part.

“I - “ What? There are a million words he wants to say, a million thoughts racing through his mind that he wishes, just once, that he’d be able to sort through. Instead, voice falling short, he allows other things to speak for him - letting one thumb rise to brush gently across the curve of her jaw. The smile that crosses his lips is hesitant, unsure - speaking of an insecurity borne of past abandonment and rejection... but as the heart in his chest gives the tiniest of flutters, it increases, gaze lighting up with the warmth of it. “ You are - everything.” Color stains his cheeks at the declaration - the instinct to back up, to explain, crawling up the back of his throat - but something in Nerissa’s eyes stops him, makes him believe that maybe he owes no explanation .. so instead he lets his other thumb join the first, cupping her face in his hands. “ I mean it, Nerissa. You are.. everything.”