#regal peanut au

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic request:

Camila takes kid Philip to the park. Philip spends most of the time making flower charms and crowns for everyone. When he's finished, he goes back to Camila to crown her queen of all mom's.

The Queen Of All Moms

(Fic is au based).

Camila's smile complimented the sunny weather outside as she prepared lunch for the kids on a picnic blanket in the park under the shade of a tree with blooming cherry blossoms.

Since spring had finally sprung and the temperature outside was just right, she figured today would be the perfect day for a picnic with her kids.

After a frigid winter, all of them, including herself, needed some balmy, fresh air to breathe and bask in.

Using her plastic knife to spread some peanut butter evenly across the bread slice for the third PJ and J sandwich she was making, Camila heard a familiar voice call out to her in the gentle breeze.

"Mom!" The voice belonged to none other than her biological daughter.

Speaking of Luz, she, her friends, and Philip were on a pink and yellow plaid mat under a large cherry blossom tree that was just across from Camila's tree.

Piles of some of Willow's best flowers, which Hunter and Philip helped her pick today, laid flat on the group's mat.

As Luz and her friends joyfully weave flower crowns and create flower charms for each other, Philip, sitting criss-crossed with his hands resting on his lap, actively watches them.

The young boy's cheeks are rosy as his blue eyes sparkle under the dappled light cast by the towering flower tree as he delights in their floral artistry with a blossoming smile.

Camila, turning her head to face her daughter, smiled at her. "Yes, Luz?" she asked.

Luz placed her finished flower crown on Amity's head as her amazing girlfriend sat still under her. "You need help with lunch?"

Camila gives Luz a gentle head shake, putting two pieces of bread together, forming a sandwich.

"Oh, don't worry, mija, I'm fine," she told her, setting the sandwich down on a plate as she reached her hand into the picnic basket beside her and pulled out a reusable snack bag filled with freshly cut apple slices.

Camila then reached inside the basket a second time and pulled out a pair of poly gloves.

She applied them on her hands and got to work on plating the slices.

"In fact, lunch is almost ready," she said cheerfully, carefully placing five wedges on a plate and lining them up.

After Luz places a light forehead kiss on Amity's head, her face and cheeks light up from the affection.

Her facial appearance is reminiscent of a spring rose.

Luz then walks over to Philip, crouching down to his level.

"Alright, little dude," she began in a kind and caring voice, placing a hand atop the brunette's hair and rubbing it, fingers running over his scalp soothingly.

This caused the little boy to giggle.

He liked getting his scalp massaged by Luz.

"Are you ready for us to help you make a flower charm and crown of your own?" she gently asked him, turning to her friends and gesturing for them to come over.

When they do, they all gather around Philip with smiles on their faces.

Philip was so pleased to see so many people who cared about him surrounding him as he smiled and nodded. "I am!"

Luz formed a grin at that response, enjoying his enthusiasm.

"Alright, let's get started then," she said as she and her friends pulled out the supplies and materials they needed for the charm and crown.

...

"I hereby crown you the queen of all moms!"

Philip proudly proclaimed in a regal tone as he placed the flower crown that the Hexsquad had helped him craft on top of Camila's delicate head while wearing his recently made flower charm bracelet.

"For me?" Camila asked with a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.

As her lips trembled, her eyes began to water.

The Hexsquad all smiled fondly at Camila's reaction to her brand new crown while eating their lunch on her blanket.

"Mm-hm!" he replied with a hum before continuing.

"You're the bestest mommy ever, Ms. Camila!"

Philip gave Camila a hug. "Thank you so much for taking care of me."

"Oh, mijo...," Camila whispered softly with a sweet smile, returning his hug.

"You're welcome, and thank you for the very thoughtful gift. Te amo mucho."

Philip didn't understand the last words Camila had said, but he's glad she said them.

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 13, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink

WORDS: 1995

“Good morrow, Father Kevin,” I greeted the priest with a smile.

“Good morning, my dear child,” smiled the older gentleman, closing his bible and stepping out from behind the podium. “God has blessed us with a beautiful day, has He not?”

 “Indeed He has, father,” I turned back to Peter, who was lingering a few steps behind me. “Father Kevin, this is my soulmate, Peter; Peter, this is Father Kevin, the residential priest at faire.” I reached up on my tiptoes for the basket Peter was carrying on his shoulder and he lowered it dutifully. “Two loaves of fresh baked bread, just for you, father.”

 “God bless you, my dear!” he beamed, squeezing my hand and taking the food. “Will I see you at mass today?”

 “Well, it all depends on if I deliver all this bread in time,” I said breezily. “But in case I do, I’ll be here!”

 “Wonderful, my dear,” Father Kevin said. “And will I see you today, my son?”

 “Of course, father,” Peter replied, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Wherever Mary Claire goes, I follow close behind.”

 I let out an excited little squeak at his words, followed by a cough. The three of us said our farewells before Peter and I left the field where Sunday morning mass would be conducted at opening.

 “Next stop, the royal court,” I grinned, taking Peter by the hand. “If everyone isn’t up, I can come back later once the faire has opened.”

 ~xoXox~

 “Good morrow, your majesty!” I greeted the queen with a deep curtsy and a smile.

 “Good morrow, Mary Claire!” Queen Elizabeth returned the greeting with a bow of her head. “And who might this handsome man be?”

 “What, the bread?” My eyes were sparkling with laughter as Peter teasingly held the basket over my head, ensuring that I couldn’t reach the baked goods. “Peter!”

 “Sorry sweetheart,” he apologized meekly at the look that I threw him before he lowered the basket of sliced bread loaves for me.

 “Not yet you aren’t,” I grumbled, reaching into the basket and pulling out two loaves. “The smart giant is my soulmate, your majesty.” I handed the packages over to a man in regal black velvets and a dark complexion. “No peanuts were used in the production of my bread, so Lady Lettice won’t have an allergic reaction!”

 “You are so sweet!” gushed a woman with a little girl sleeping in her arms. “Gramercy, my dear!”

 “Oh, there’s no need to thank me, Lady Mary!” I smiled as I gently squeezed the child’s cheek. “I love kids.”

 “Are you and Peter going to try for children of your own?” asked an older woman in black and red.

 “We’ll see what the future has in store for us,” I answered diplomatically, stepping back to take Peter by the hand.

 “Your children would be so cute, with your red curls and his green eyes!” she gushed. “Which do you want, a little boy or a little girl?”

 “The only thing that would matter is that the baby is healthy,” I answered her. “But if I had to pick, I’d have a little boy first, then a little girl so that they can always be there for each other, much like my siblings were. Hopefully, I won’t do what mom did and pop out seven sons followed by three daughters.”

 “Sweetheart, I won’t put you through that,” Peter murmured, bringing my hand up to kiss the palm.

 “Awwwwwwww…” sighed the royal court as Peter displayed affection for me.

 “Oh Peter, after we’re done with bread runs, I’ll need to take measurements for your new garb!” I remembered all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, but we really must run off now!”

 I dragged Peter away from the royal court and off towards the heart of faire.

 “That’s Lady Dolores,” I explained in a low grumble. “She’s been trying to pin me up with her boy for years now. She just can’t seem to take a hint.”

 Peter wordlessly drew me in closer to him as we ambled our way up to the Russian guild next.

 “Dobroye utro!” I called out. There were people out in front, clustered in little, groups as they went about their morning.

 “Dobroye utro!” someone responded as a man stood and approached. “I chto dolzhny prinesti dlya nas segodnya?”

 “Ya dam vam tri predpolozheniys,” I answered with a teasing twinkle in my eye.

 “Yaytsa?” he asked. “Udarnyy odin,” I held up one finger. “Olen'ya yeda?” he tried again. “Pozhaluysta, povtorite popytku posle zvukovogo signala,” I grinned, planting my fists onto her hips. “Vypechka?” he tried again. I grinned before turning to Peter. He lowered the basket without me even needing to say anything and watched as I handed off the bread. 

“Ya vse vremya zabyvayu, chto ty govorish' po-russki,” Peter said out loud, getting a hug around his hips from me.

 “Ya devushka mnogikh talantov,” I said simply.

 “I’d say,” Peter said before turning to the guild master and holding out his hand. “Privet, priyatno poznakomit'sya, ya Piter.”

 “Ah, it’s so lovely to meet you, Peter!” The guild master turned to me. “He’s a good catch- his Russian is spot on!”

 “I should hope so- he’s my soulmate after all!” I quipped with a girlish giggle.

 “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow before turning to put the bread in the back.

 “Come on Peter, next is the Romanian guild, then we still need to hit up the gypsy encampment, the Wilds, the Italians…” I listed off as I led the way over to the next camp.

 “MARY CLAIRE!”

 I laughed as I knelt down and collected an armful of kids, who knocked me onto my back with their overexuberance. Peter took a step forwards only to realize that I was laughing- and it was in that moment that he decided he liked that sound.

 “Yes, yes, it’s wonderful to see you all again as well,” I was saying as the kids tumbled off of her onto the grass. I started to stand only to be met by Peter’s hand.

 “Gramercy, Peter,” I thanked him as I pulled myself up.

 “Mary Claire! Are you alright? I saw you take a tumble!” A plump, motherly woman came out from the cluster of tents and hurried her way over to where we had all congregated together.

 “I’m fine, they’re just excited because the neighborhood witchy bread lady has come to pay them a visit!” I explained with a smile in my sapphire eyes.

 A sudden squeal turned the us ladies to Peter, who had lifted the six children onto his shoulders, the basket laying at his feet.

 “Peter, don’t drop them!” I yelped. “Showoff.”

 “Only for you, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he let the kids climb all over him, treating him like their personal jungle gym.

 “Careful up there now, wee ones!” I called out, my voice taking on my Irish lilt once again. “How much weight can you bench?”

 “A fair bit.” Peter dropped to his knees as the children tumbled onto the grass.

 After I had handed over the bread, I was picked up by Peter and set onto his shoulder while he carried the basket under his other arm.

 “You really are strong,” I giggled, relaxing as he wrapped his arms around my legs, keeping me from toppling off his shoulder.

 “Only for you sweetheart,” he repeated himself, tilting his head upwards to gaze at me. He looked surprised when I bent and kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you.”

 “So mote be it,” I deadpanned, sitting back up again as he walked them over to their next stop.

 ~xoXox~

 I could feel Peter frowning to himself as we trekked our way back up to the archer’s encampment, having finished delivering all the loaves of bread. He held one of my hands, my other hand resting on my tummy.

 “I think I’m going to build us a house somewhere instead of buying one,” he decided out loud. “I think it’d be less stress for you and little girl.”

 “Okay,” I shrugged. “I have no objections.”

 “You want a big kitchen, a bathtub and a big backyard, right?” He wanted to be sure. “Anything else?”

 “No, I’m a simple girl- it doesn’t take much to make me happy,” I said, ducking my head to hide my blush.

 “Sweetheart, please look at me,” Peter ordered me, dropping to his knees in front of me and taking my shoulders into his hands. “This is your house too. I want to include you- I estimate that if I find a plot of land by Thursday, get all the permits and licenses squared away and hire a building crew, that the house will be finished in about fourteen weeks. Just in time for little girl to be born.”

 “Peter, I’m not keeping her,” I reminded him. “Aaron and James will take her straight home from the hospital.”

 “Oh.” Peter blinked. “But still…” He tailed off before switching the subject abruptly. “You never answered my question about how many bedrooms you wanted.”

 “How big is your family again?” I wondered. “Five older sisters and nine nieces?”

 “Yeah.” He made a face. “I learned about periods at an early age.”

 “Lucky you,” I teased him, bumping my popped out stomach into his chest. “My sisters and I all got our first periods on the same day- we were fourteen. Mom wasn’t home so Gideon had to give us instructions on how to care for ourselves.”

 “Gideon is your older brother, right?” he asked, his brain a bit scrambled at my family tree.

 “He’s the youngest of our older brothers,” I confirmed. “He’s also a lawyer.”

 “So if your brothers kill someone, they’re covered, right?” he asked, brushing our noses together.

 “Pretty much, yeah,” I shrugged. I placed my hands onto Peter’s shoulders and leaned in, sighing as his manly musk invaded my senses. “You smell good.”

 Peter chuckled as he wrapped me in his arm, taking a deep breath of me. “So do you, sweetheart.”

 We both stayed there, smelling each other, caught up in our other half and not paying any attention to the world around us until my tummy started to whine of neglect.

 “Mood killer,” I giggled, rubbing my stomach.

 “You hungry?” Peter tapped our noses together before standing up.

 “Starving,” I giggled.

 “Let’s drop the basket off at camp and then we can go grab something to eat,” Peter suggested, grinning as I pressed myself into him.

 “Sounds like a date,” I hummed.

  Dobroye utro, good morning, Russian

I chto dolzhny prinesti dlya nas segodnya?, and what have to brought for us today, Russian

Ya dam vam tri predpolozheniya, I'll give you three guesses, Russian

Yaytsa, eggs, Russian

Udarnyy odin, strike one, Russian

Olen'ya yeda, reindeer food, Russian

Pozhaluysta, povtorite popytku posle zvukovogo signala, please try again after the beep, Russian

Vypechka, baked goods, Russian

Ya vse vremya zabyvayu, chto ty govorish' po-russki, I keep forgetting that you speak Russian, Russian

Ya devushka mnogikh talantov, I’m a girl of many talents, Russian

Privet, priyatno poznakomit'sya, ya Piter, hello it’s nice to meet you I’m Peter, Russian

Gramercy, thank you, Old French?

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[justanoutlawfic]

Resurrected: The Last Night

Anny on Twitter prompted: Could you write Regina’s last night with Robin and the kids before she left?

Feel free to submit prompts for this verse or ask me/the characters questions about it!

Also on AO3

3 Years Ago

 When someone a person love dies, it’s normal to think about their final moments with them. If it was a spouse, did they share one final kiss? If it was a family member, were their last words “I love you”? Often times, there are no romantic, epic final words or moments. Mostly, just an ordinary, every day conversation. At worst, maybe spouses went to bed angry or a child shouted “I hate you!” before their parent left for the store, never to return.

 Regina didn’t want that for her final night.

 She knew the plan, she and Jefferson had discussed it at length. It was due to storm the next day. Her car would veer off the road and go into a ravine. Jefferson knew some people that could make sure that it could be reported that her body was IDed without Robin having to see it. He’d be convinced to have a closed casket. Life would go on.

 Without her in it.

 Regina wanted to back out several times at first. They had a nice dinner, she made her lasagna that they all loved with apple turnovers for dessert. Between work and caring for three kids, she hadn’t had time to do it since before Margot was born, but she wanted to give it to them.

 She let Henry and Roland pick out a movie to watch. They all cuddled up on the couch while Willy Wonka played on the screen. Margot was nestled in her arms, reaching for the necklace that was around her neck. Robin had given it to her for their third anniversary. It was simple, a silver feather hanging from a matching chain but she loved it. On their third date, they went hiking and she had hated every minute of it. He had given her a feather he found, since there were no flowers around. It became a symbol of their relationship. At their wedding, there had been feathers in the bridesmaids’ bouquets and the groomsmen’s boutonnieres.

 A part of Regina wondered if she should bring it with her or leave it for Margot. She didn’t know when she’d be able to come back, if ever. She wanted her daughter to have it, she’d leave it in her jewelry box and hope that Robin knew to give it to her someday.

 “You like that necklace, don’t you, Maggie?” Regina asked softly.

Robin chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. “I think she’s 10 months old and thinks it’s shiny.”

“Either way, I want her to have it someday.”

He tilted his head. “Really?”

“It’s a special part of us. Maybe it can be a part of her.”

“Regina, are you okay?”

She forced a smile as she looked into his eyes. “I’m fine. Just thinking about the future is all.”

“Let’s focus on the present.” He kissed her and she snuggled deeper into him, listening to the ramblings of Gene Wilder.

 After the movie, it was bedtime for the kids. Regina wanted to protest, say they could stay up just a little later…but she knew that’d be too suspicious. She allowed Robin to take Margot for bath time and she lead the boys upstairs, helping Roland get ready for bed. She had washed his favorite Star Wars pajamas, so they were nice and warm as he slid into them.

 “Mama,” he said as she pulled the covers up over him. “We’re going to the zoo next week at school.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Can you chaperone?”

Regina bit her lip. Normally, she shuffled work to make sure she could chaperone these things, but she didn’t want to make a promise she couldn’t keep. “I don’t think I’ll be able to.”

“Why not?”

“I just…I’m working on a case,” she lied. “But maybe Daddy can take you,”

“Okay. Will you read me a story?”

“Of course, my little knight.”

 She grabbed “On The Night You Were Born” and began to read it to him. Roland curled up in her side and she felt her breath catch as she got to the end. It was getting later, she still had to tend to Henry. She didn’t want the moment to end. Couldn’t she just freeze time and read to Roland? His birthday was in just a month. She had begged Jefferson to let her stay so she could spend one last one with him, but he told her that Zelena would step in if they didn’t do it soon.

 God, she hated that woman. Another part of her hated herself. If she had just let things go after she lost the case, if she hadn’t been so stubborn to avenge Neal Gold’s death, then maybe she wouldn’t be in this situation.

 Once the book was over, she pressed a kiss to her son’s curls and realized he was asleep. “I love you Rolo,” she whispered.

 She headed down the hall to Henry’s room, he was reading his own book. Regina realized that her oldest son was close to being a pre-teen. She was going to miss puberty and his teen years. Some parents might be envious of that, but this was her first baby. She had watched him grow. Deep down, she knew that Robin would never lean on him more than needed, but he’d still grow up fast. Both she and her husband had lost a parent long before they should’ve and it had an effect on them. She had been Henry’s age when Cora died and she always promised she’d do what she could to not do that to any of her children.

 Oh, how stupid that promise had been.

 “It’s time for bed, sweetheart,” she said.

Henry groaned, but put a marker in his book. “Alright.”

She walked closer and pulled up the blankets. “Do you want me to read to you a bit?”

He rolled his eyes slightly. “I’m not a baby like Roland or Margot, I don’t need that stuff.”

 Any other night, she would’ve rolled her eyes in return. That particular one, however, it made her want to cry. It wasn’t as if he knew, but she didn’t want him to have any regrets.

 “You’ll always be my baby,” she reminded him, instead. “I love you so much, remember that.”

“I love you too, Mom. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She kissed his forehead. “I have to leave early tomorrow, so have a good day.”

“You too.”

 He rolled over in bed, shutting his eyes. She knew the minute she left, his booklight would be on and he’d be reading again. She’d let him do it, unlike all the other nights she’d sneak the light out with her. She saw his tiny smile as she left the room, almost as if he knew that she was giving her blessing to give him a little bit more time.

 Knowing she would say goodbye to her daughter last, she went downstairs and cleaned up the living room and kitchen. She answered some e-mails, debating whether or not to call her father. No, he’d be suspicious the minute he heard her voice.

 Eventually, she went upstairs to her room. She found Robin coming out of the bathroom, in his pajamas and looking exhausted. She walked over to him and kissed him passionately. He smiled within the kiss and wrapped his arms around her.

 “I love this,” he whispered, when they pulled away for air. “But I’ve got to drop Henry off at school for a project early tomorrow. Rain check?”

 Regina bit her lip, she needed one last night with him, just as badly as he would wish they have. Yet, she didn’t want to pressure him. She didn’t want to fight that night.

 “Sure.”

 They climbed under the covers and he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her collarbone. God, Regina loved those kisses. Anyone could give a peck on the lips, but kisses elsewhere were just so overrated. She was going to miss them.

 “I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

 She knew Robin could move on. She wanted him to. She didn’t want him to spend the rest of his life mourning and grieving. She wasn’t sure if she ever would find someone new, but she hoped he wouldn’t be lonely. Maybe her kids would gain a new mother figure. As much as it hurt, she needed them to be happy. She needed them to move on. It was the only way she’d ever be able to live with herself.

 Regina didn’t sleep that night. Robin was snoring softly not long after they curled up in each other’s arms, but her mind was swirling. She’d go to her office and do a bit of work in the morning. Once it was storming enough, she’d start driving to grab lunch. She’d meet up with Jefferson, who would arrange for her car to go overboard. One of his friends would arrange for her to head to his private airport, where her entire look could change.

 Regina Locksley-Mills would be dead. Roni Ramirez would live on in Seattle, Washington. No family, no friends. Just a bartender who needed a fresh start.

 Eventually, her alarm clock went off and she smashed the button. She wormed herself out of Robin’s grasp and got ready before turning to her husband. Since she got up, in her sleep he had sprawled out, taking up half the bed. God, she was going to miss him. She gently kissed his lips, which made him mumble something before falling back asleep, not even opening his eyes.

 “I’m sorry,” she whispered as soon as she knew that he wouldn’t hear it. “I am so sorry.”

 She headed to the nursery where Margot slept soundly. She ran her fingers through her hair. Robin, Roland and Henry would remember her. They’d have the good times in their heads. For Margot, she’d be a legend, a story. She’d have pictures, but she’d never know the love that Regina felt her.

 She lifted the sleeping baby into her arms and rested her forehead against hers. She inhaled her sweet baby smell, reminding herself how lucky she was that she was by far their easiest baby. Slept through the night by 6 months, wasn’t even waking up then. Her stomach moved up and down to show she still breathed, but outside that, she wasn’t even moving.

 “I love you, Peanut. And I am so sorry, Mommy’s so sorry.”

 Sliding her back down into the crib, Regina walked out of the room and found a family portrait that hung on the wall. It had been taken a little after Margot was born, their annual photoshoot. They were all in suits, even the baby. Everyone was smiling from ear to ear, Margot hadn’t even put up much of a fuss. It was how she wanted to remember her family. Pure, sweet.

 Regina walked down the stairs and set up the coffee so all Robin would have to do was turn on the machine. She put dry cereal in the bowls so Henry and Roland would just have to add the milk. She even fixed a bottle for Margot and made sure her breakfast was out.

 Soon, there was nothing left to do but walk out the door for the last time. Regina’s car would pull down Mifflin Street one final time.

 She wouldn’t return for another 3 years.

#resurrected verse #outlaw queen #oq #outlaw queen au #oq au #regal believer #regal believer au #dimples queen #dimples queen au #regal peanut #regal peanut au

[queenofglassbeliever]

In the Hood-Mills house Regina, Robin, Henry, Roland, Rosa and Zelena would have a gingerbread house building competition during the holiday season. It always ended up like one big mess with frosting and candy everywhere. Henry and Rosa continued the tradition with Ella, Lucy, and Alice.

#ouat #outlaw queen #outlaw queen au #regal believer #outlaw peanut #wicked peanut #curious archer #curious archer au #glass believer #light believer #regina mills #robin hood #rosa mills hood #zelena mills #alice jones #roland hood #henry mills #ella mills #lucy mills

[laurafruitfairy]

Peanut butter & jelly nicecream 🥜 with toasted peanuts, choc chips, mashed raspberries and chia pudding ♥️⁣ ⁣ This is something I could eat for breakfast every day. 🤤 Peanuts and raspberries go together so well! 😍⁣ ⁣ 𝑹 𝑬 𝑪 𝑰 𝑷 𝑬:⁣ 3-4 frozen bananas ⁣ 1 Tbs peanut flour⁣ 2 Tbs peanut butter⁣ A pinch of vanilla⁣ ⁣ > Let the bananas defrost for 5-10 minutes. Blend with the other 3 ingredients until you get a smooth texture like ice cream. 🍦⁣ > Layer with chia pudding (chia seeds mixed with plant milk) and mashed raspberries. Decorate with toppings and enjoy! ♥️⁣ ⁣ ___⁣ ⁣ Wer hätte jetzt Lust auf so ein Eis? 😍🍦 Meine Schwester ist zu Besuch, es ist wo warm in Berlin und ich glaube ich mache uns heute mal Nicecream 🤭 außerdem steht heute Küche einräumen dran. Regale stehen seit gestern und jetzt kann ich endlich meine schönen Gläser mit Vorräten aufstellen. 🤩 Fortschritte aus unserer Cow-orking/Co-living WG teile ich wie immer in der Story. 📱 Schönen Freitag euch! ♥️⁣ (at Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDTR4nEpE27/?igshid=amxfurmeeug2

[buddietinesweek]

Idea hub - Day 5

Can’t think of how to turn our prompt into a fully-fledged fic? Well here are some fic outlines for Day 5: Valentine’s Day Gone Wrong

Have a fic idea you’re not going to write but want someone else to do over Buddietines week? Please feel free to drop it into our ask box so we can add it to the idea hub for a lovely participant to adopt!

1) Eddie has a Valentine’s Day date. His sitter cancels last minute and he is forced to ask Buck to babysit Christopher.

2) Buck and Eddie are finally going on a first date, that is, of course, until the morning shift they’re both pulling goes into all hands on deck after a massive pile-up and leaves them trapped at the station all day.

3) One of the boys tries to cook for the other...They are not a good cook.

4) Buck, like any good date, brings Eddie flowers and chocolate, but Eddie never told him he was allergic to peanuts. They spend their Valentine’s day in a hospital room.

5) AU! Buck and Eddie meeting in a hospital waiting room on Valentine’s Day. The two regale the tales of how their valentine ended with them alone in a hospital. Perhaps one is a doctor/nurse. Perhaps they’re both idiots. Who knows, the possibilities are endless.

#idea hub #day 5 #buddie #buddietinesweek

[gray-autumn-sky]

Soft Spot, Part 3

Regina is upset after Robin spends a night comforting the Evil Queen.

For the anon who requested Regina getting hurt by the EQ and Robin feeling guilty. (I went with an emotional sort of hurt for this one).

Part 1: The Evil Queen kidnaps Peanut, and Robin finds them together.

Part 2: Robin consoles the lonely Evil Queen,

Robin hadn’t expected Regina to be awake—awake and waiting—when he got home.

He’d fully expected to come home to a quiet and darkened house, to put his daughter down into her cozy bassinette after a long, emotionally taxing day, and then retire himself. He’d yearned for the warm comfort of their bed, expecting to slide in beside her and nuzzle against her, to breathe her in and hold her as he drifted to sleep.  He expected that explanations of what happened that night—explaining the story from beginning to end and filling in the gaps of how the Evil Queen had ended up with his infant daughter, how she’d cared for the tiny girl, never meaning her any harm, and how vulnerable and lonely she’d been, and how he couldn’t bring himself to leave her.  And, he’d expected that with a night’s rest behind them, they could discuss what happened with clear and rational heads, and he’d hoped with open hearts.

But what he’d expected hadn’t been what happened…

When he got home that night, it was actually morning; and the darkness of the sky was beginning to fade away. When the door opened, a thin strip of light stretched out from the kitchen and his eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the light that grew brighter and brighter as he walked toward it. He took a breath as he entered the kitchen, setting his daughter’s carrier on the counter as his eyes fell to Regina.

His chest clenched and his jaw tightened as his eyes fell to her, sitting at the counter and nursing a cup of tea that had likely cooled long ago. Her shoulders were slumped forward and there were tear tracks on her cheeks—and when she looked up at him, he could see that her eyes were red and swollen.

“It appears you have I have very different understandings of what it means to be home soon,” she says in a voice that’s quiet and flat. “I waited up. I wanted to see her, to see that she was okay, to hold and…” Shaking her head, she scoffs and looks back down at the cup of tea. “I didn’t expect that you’d spend the whole night with her.”

“I… I’m sorry,” he tells her, fully aware that his apology is only partially true—he doesn’t regret the spending the better part of the night holding the Evil Queen or allowing her cuddle his daughter; he doesn’t regret kissing her or making her feel less alone in the world, and he most certainly doesn’t regret loving her in spite of everything. But he does regret that those things hurt Regina—that they hurt her other half—and most of all, he regrets that they’re even in this situation.

“Are you?” She asks as she turns to face him. “Are you sorry? What exactly is it that you’re sorry about?” She blinks and he watches the way her shoulders square in defense, watching as her walls go up and she prepares for a fight—a fight they both know will have no winner. “Are you sorry that I spent the entire night worrying? Worrying about what she might do to you, what she might say… what she’d do to that precious little girl…” Her voice cracks as it trails off. “Worrying about my worst nightmare coming true?”

“Regina, I…”

“Did you think at all about me when you were with her?”

“This… isn’t fair…”

“You’re right,” she tells him with a curt nod, her eyes hardening as they meet his. “It’s not fair that you spend a night with her.”

“I… didn’t spend the night with her,” he murmurs, somewhat caught off guard by the biting hurt behind her words and the defensiveness in his own. “You’re making it sound like I’m having an affair or that…”

“Are you?”

“Regina!”

“Are you!?” She asks again, her voice louder and her eyes wider as her chin begins to tremble. “Is… that why you stayed?”

“I just… I couldn’t leave her.”

“Of course you couldn’t.”

“Regina, this is ridiculous.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” she says, taking a short breath as her eyes press closed, her pain more than obvious. “Are you having an…”

“She’s not someone else,” he cuts in. “She’s not some other woman. She’s you. When I feel in love with you, I fell in love with all of you; and even though you separated yourself, even though you tore yourself in half, and even though everyone in your life seems to think this was a good thing for you, I will never be convinced that it was.” He pauses for a moment, feeling his lungs deflate as he looks at her, feeling so helpless and lost, not knowing what to do or say. “I can’t separate the two sides of you. When I look at her, I just see you.”

Looking up, Regina nods. “Do you… prefer that side of me? Do you prefer me like that?”

“Regina, this… isn’t fair.”

“Well that I can agree with,” she says, her voice suddenly hoarse. His heart aches as she reaches up and swipes her fingers over her eyes, pushing away the tears that began to well—and she when she looks back at him, all he wants to do is hold her and make it okay—but he knows that he can’t, he knows this isn’t something that he can fix. “When she told me that she was going sit back and watch us all tear each other apart I… I… never thought that… that this where it would start.”

“Regina…”

“I know better than anyone how manipulative she can be. I should have seen this coming.”

“Regina,” he murmurs again as she slides off the stool at the counter. “Regina, please…” he says, reaching for her as she turns away, shaking her head as she sucks in a breath and struggles against her tears. “If you’d only…”

“Not now,” she says as she walks past him. “I just… want to go to bed and… forget about this for a little while.”

“Regina, we should talk out this. You can’t just…”

“No,” she says in a barely audible voice as she starts toward the stairs, leaving him standing there, alone and helpless, and overwrought with guilt; and he wishes, more than anything she could understand that every part of her was worth loving.

#oq ff #outlaw queen #evil outlaw queen #kinda? #regal peanut #outlaw peanut #season 6 au #ouat fanfiction #oq fic #oq prompt #robin hood #regina mills #the evil queen

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Waltzing's for Dreamers, Chapter 19 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Title:  Waltzing's for Dreamers

Rating:  G. 

Warnings:  a little angst, I guess. 

Characters/Pairings:  Carol Peletier, Michonne, mentions of Sophia Peletier, Andre, Lori Grimes, Rick Grimes, Andrea Harrison, Mike, past Carol/Daryl, past Carol/Ed. 

  Waltzing’s for Dreamers

     Four years or so after Vegas. 

      “Sweet dreams, Peanut.  Mama loves you.” 

  Michonne’s voice crackles over the baby monitor on the coffee table and Carol smiles to herself.  Thinks of her own precious babies snuggled up and sleeping just down the hall in the guest bedroom.  Sophia no doubt dreaming about the playful sea otters she’d fallen in love with during their trip to the Georgia Aquarium earlier that day.  And her little man?  Well, he’d seemed to be particularly enamored with the dapper little penguins and their waddling walk across the Atrium, by turns giggling uproariously and watching intently.   So quietly focused in those moments, so very much like his daddy, it took her breath away.  Still did, several hours removed.  Nothing else had quite measured up.  Not even the dolphins.    

  “No need to get emotional about it.” 

  Carol arches a brow in response to her friend’s efforts to tease the wistfulness from her smile.   

  Moving across the room to join her on the sofa, Michonne tucks her kimono robe around her knees and plucks the unopened pint of Chunky Monkey from Carol’s proffered hand.  Digs in without preamble and mumbles around her spoon, “Seriously.  There’s more where that came from.  Fridge is fully stocked with enough Phish Food for the entire weekend.” 

  “Careful,” Carol warns.  “You keep feeding my chocolate addiction so generously and I might just stay forever.” 

  “Maybe that’s the whole point,” Michonne tells her with a sly wink.

  Mostly, she’s joking.  But Carol knows her friend.  She knows she’d extend the offer in all seriousness if she felt it’d help.  Lori and Andrea would, too.  If she let them.  “I don’t know,” she hedges.  “I think we would definitely cramp King Leo’s style.”  Hearing his name fall from her lips, the regal cat in question twitches his ears but otherwise makes no move to abandon his lofty window ledge perch fluttering his fluffy ginger tail lazily and chirping occasionally at the late evening traffic and making them both laugh. 

  Several minutes later, when they’ve settled into a companionable silence and the promised rain has started to patter against the windows, the mood turns serious again with a seemingly innocuous statement from Michonne.  “It makes sense now.” 

  When she leans forward and sets the empty pint of ice cream on one of the coasters that litter the coffee table, Carol follows her example.  Twisting in place and tugging a blanket over both of their laps, biting her lip uncertainly.  “What’s that?” 

  “The part of you that just can’t write off Daryl completely.  Or even Ed,” Michonne is quick to add. 

  Carol falters.  “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

  “Mike and I?  We were all wrong for each other from the word go.  A mistake.  But without him?  I wouldn’t have Andre.  So I guess you could say that makes him my favorite mistake.”

  She’s struck dumb for a moment, having Daryl come up in conversation so casually tonight.  After more than a year of people seeming to tiptoe around his name.  The mention of Ed doesn’t bother her, although he’s certainly re-upped the nuisance factor recently.  Trying to slither back in her good graces with sweet talk that doesn’t suit him in the least.  No.  But the mention of Daryl?  God.  It aches something awful.  Not that she dares let on to Michonne.  Not when she’s spent so much time and effort trying to convince her and Andrea, Lori and Rick and the rest of her friends that she’s okay.  Gently, she tries to shift the focus of both of their thoughts.  “I’ve missed this.” 

  “Being single and miserable?”  Michonne deadpans.  “Me, too.” 

  Rolling her eyes, Carol gives the overly introspective new mother’s shoulder a half-hearted little shove.  “Stop.  We’re not miserable.  We’re…” 

  “Trying, right?  Faking it until we make it?” 

  “We are making it,” she murmurs.  Maybe not the way either of them had envisioned but it’s true.  Independent of any significant others and it’s brought them closer than they’ve ever been.  In a way, she’s grateful.  Because she and Lori?  They’ve been friends as far back as she can remember.  She and Andrea almost as long and a part of her needed that distance, that relatively impartial perspective, but there’s a bigger part of her that welcomes having another close confidante that understands, in even the smallest of ways.  At least Michonne had been smart enough not to lose her heart to the deadbeat that left her before the ink was even dry on Andre’s birth certificate, her affections already spoken for whether she will ever openly admit to it or not.  Carol herself wasn’t so lucky.  Isn’t so lucky.  Still.  “Minute by minute.  Hour by hour.” 

  “Day by day?”

  “Day by day,” Carol confirms.   

  “Day by day,” Michonne echoes.

  After a beat, she sighs.  Half-laughs.  “A whole weekend’s worth?  Really?”  Her friend gives her that beautiful, beaming smile of hers.  Warm and bright with understanding.  Patting her on the knee, she stands. 

  “Share?”

  She nods.  Welcomes King Leo when he leaps from his window sill throne and claims her lap as his new domain.  Sinks the fingers of one hand into his soft, thick fur when he starts to purr and reaches for the television remote with the other.  “Movie?”

   “Netflix.” 

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #stuff that I write #Waltzing's for Dreamers #aka What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas fic #Michonne #mentions of Sophia Peletier #Andre #Lori Grimes #Rick Grimes #Andrea Harrison #Mike #past Carol/Ed

[evilqueens]

What are some oq fics that you would recommend?

okay i took the greatest of care selecting what matters most to me. i also categorized as best as i could so it wouldn’t look like a mess of links i was just throwing at you – even though they’re all pretty much complete AUs, but i also attempted to summarize to help. bc you’re worth it, nonnie. 

that being said, i’ve been awake since 2 in the morning, so i for sure forgot a lot of fics, and this is probably still a mess. regardless, this will be my oq fic rec masterpost that i will add more to when i’m not so tired.

- ̗̀ modern AUs  ̖́-

sunny side up (by @queen-of-the-merry-men, in-progress) - robin asks regina for her eggs during breakfast one day, but it turns out he means the baby-making kind. this fic’s still getting started, but it’s so adorable so far, and i’m so in love with how this person writes platonic bffs robin and regina, it’s so sweet and enjoyable to read while you wait for them to realize they’re in love with each other

what would they say (by @queen-of-the-merry-men, in-progress) - aka (bc i gotta warn you) the most epic slowburn to ever slowburn. like, some people try to give that trophy to other fics, but i strongly disagree bc i definitely count fic years, and boiiiii. i don’t even know how to summarize this… the gist, regina falls in love with the husband of her late best friend. the long, regina goes through some serious shit (including her best friend dying), and robin’s a real supportive guy, a good boy (who also goes through some shit i.e. his wife dying), and they fall in love

you’ve got mail (by @gray-autumn-sky, complete) - based on the movie (that i will watch one day), robin and regina become pen pals, not knowing they hate each other in real life. you know you can’t resist an enemies-to-lovers trope, bc no one can resist an enemies-to-lovers trope. and it’s written by tara, a quality person, so there. tbh i don’t know how to properly flail about how much i love this oneshot without spoiling it, so just know that i do, and should the day come that more is added to this verse i will spontaneously combust.

time just flies, but i still carry on (by @robinwright, in-progress) - idk how to summarize this without spoiling. to put it vaguely, robin’s an asshole and four years later he’s back to fix his mistakes. i just feel assaulted by this fic, and i need cassie to formally apologize for it (through a prequel and a happy sequel please

baby gates and deadbolts (by @x-wishes-on-fallen-stars-x, in-progress) - regina meets a baby roland at the store, and he approves of her hair. adorable, with undertones of emo bc it’s gabi. but it’s sweet, and full of parent OQ, which i’m always weak for.

eye of the beholder (by @mysterious-song, in-progress) - a blind robin falls in love with regina’s voice. this fic is so sweetly written, i’m just in silent awe. it’s beautiful. i want more so bad.

the song that summer sings (by @writtenndust, in-progress) - movie-star regina walks into robin’s humble bookstore, and wholesome love happens. you have no idea how far up this fic’s ass i am. i’m so in love. it’s so adorable. like, why am i still talking? why are you still here reading this? go read the fic. already read it? read it again.

- ̗̀ supernatural AUs  ̖́-

fallen (by @dee-thequeenbee, in-progress) - demons. fallen angels, actually, walking the earth, fucking shit up. of course regina’s one of them. and of course robin’s gotta get in her way. this concept is so cool, i love that this fic exists, and i can’t wait to see it progress

wild hearts (by @regal-pixiedust, in-progress) - amidst a zombie apocalypse, regina meets the survival group of robin, henry, roland, and david, and together they try not to die. stressful af, but there’s a healthy dose of regal believer in here, too, so it’s worth it.

broken souls (by @regal-pixiedust, in-progress) - regina can see dead people. she used to help ghosts move on in her younger days, and robin’s newly dead wife insists she gets back into the hobby. this fic is a wild ride from start to almost-finish, and i’ve loved every second of it.

- ̗̀ historical/magical AUs  ̖́-

happiness can’t be arranged (by @gray-autumn-sky, in-progress) - set in some time period that’s not now (i don’t know history, sorry tara), robin and regina are forced to marry each other. basically you read this fic and alternate between NOW KISS and wondering when robin and regina’s parents are finally going to die. but it’s also some quality hood-mills family stuff, and it gets even more adorable by the chapter, so you’re welcome

in sickness and in health (by @mysterious-song, complete) - a memory-loss AU (i, am trash for memory loss AUs. there aren’t enough of them). an adorable oneshot of robin waking up in the hospital to a pretty lady, whom he immediately wishes he was married to. his wish comes true. i love this oneshot so much, it’s so cute, and i wish every day that there was more

oq prompt party: sabrina au (by @lala-kate) - based on the movie sabrina. assuming bad intentions, robin tries to romance regina away from his infatuated brother in order to protect their family’s fortune. he falls in love with her instead. i first read this while i was not in a good enough mindset to reblog (and i’m sorry about that), but i fell in love. i would give a limb for this to continue. whatever you want.

not unless you wish it (by @miladylocksley, in-progress) - after a heist, robin finds a genie lamp amongst his new possessions, and out pops regina. you know when fics just kinda stay with you? and their existence just pops into your head randomly? that’s this fic. every now and then my brain is just like ‘remember the genie au?’ i do, brain. i do.

- ̗̀ canon-divergent AUs  ̖́-

from the missing pages (by @gray-autumn-sky, complete) - a page 23 AU. baby regina walks into the tavern that night, and meets robin. the only page 23 au that matters to me (the only one i’ve read fully, but whatever). it’s sweet, it’s stressful, and it makes for a nice reread every now and then

oq allergy-verse (by @gray-autumn-sky) - two super adorable s3-AU baby ficlets, here and here. regina, soulmate to her forest-bound thief, is allergic to trees. and robin’s gotta deal with that heartbreak. tbh i’m just hoping that if i keep talking about this tiny verse, tara will continue to add to it, so here we are

chimera (by @revolutionsoftheheart, in-progress) - post-s5 AU. zelena dies, and regina’s left to raise baby peanut. five-year-old baby peanut decides to scare the shit out of her aunt with her new imaginary friend. this fic is painful, and it hurts too. but i’m so intrigued as to where jakie’s planning to take it, so i’m here. hurting.

- ̗̀ holiday AUs  ̖́-

actually, love (by @revolutionsoftheheart, complete) - a snow storm leaves robin no other choice than to spend christmas with his ex, regina. this fic right here is the main reason this category exists. i love it so much.

ethereal (by @revolutionsoftheheart, complete) - two strangers meet in their dreams, and fall in love. basically jakie’s the queen of holiday one-shots. this is everything i could’ve wanted and more, and i’m still so happy she wrote it

i hope this list is in any way beneficial

#oq fic rec #fanfic #outlaw queen #ouat #fic rec masterpost #ask #i'm gonna be angry when i realize all the fics i forgot to add to this #check back anon if you wish #it will be updated #Anonymous

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ÜB3

SQ 14 Übung 1 / Frederik Thiele
 Text zum 30.10.2017
 
 Die Bar

Der Raum hat sechs Ecken. Sie sind asymetrisch verteilt, diamantenförmig. Die Decke ist golden und hat eine Menge an Knicken, sie ist mit einer Notfallwärmedecke tapeziert. Die Wände sind teilweise in einem naturdunkelgrün getrichen. Der Teil um die Eingangstür ist untapezierter barer Stein. Ebenso sind hinter der Bar und am Fenster Rechtecke von der Farbe ausgelassen, wo die Wand ebenso heraussticht. Ein paar Kerzen. Dezentrale Lichtquellen. Mehrere kleine Lampen. Rechtshinten vom Eingang erhebt sich der hölzerne Tresen. Sie ist mit cartoonartigen Zeichnungen übersät. Am Tresen sitzt die leicht übergewichtige Konditorin, die den Laden mit Kuchen, Keksen und Quiche beliefert für den wöchentlichen Brunch am Wochenende versorgt. Sie trägt eine fliederfarbene Hose. Daneben der Ehemann der Besitzerin. Journalist. Er trägt häufig Kappen um seine schwindende Haarpracht zu verbergen. Er arbeitet viel in Berlin. Lebte früher in Amsterdam. Heute hat er keine Kappe auf. Sie sitzen auf Barhockern mit ledernen Sitzen und hölzernen Beinen. Die Besitzerin sitzt hinter der Bar. Sie unterhalten sich über einen Stammkunden, der häufig zu viel trinkt. Hinter der sichelförmigen Theke steht ein ein schwarzer Kühlschrank in dem das Bier kalt gestellt wird. Das Bier kostet zwischen 2,30€ und 3,20€ aus der Flasche. Die Bar ist zu klein für eine Zapfanlage. EIne Menge an glitzerndem Besteck in Gläsern. Bubi. Ur- Krotitzer. Alter Senator. Die Getränkekarte ist an die Wand geschrieben. Die Besitzerin heißt Anna. Ihre Großmutter ist heute gestorben. Sie trägt ein schimmerndes, tief ausgeschnittenes Top in einem Rose-Ton. Schwarze Haare. Edle, aristokratische Gesichtszüge. Chai Tee steht auf dem Kühlschrank. Zudem Tabak, Filter, Longpapes und Shortpapes. Eine der großen, italienischen Kaffeemaschinen steht hinter der Bar. Eine Palme auf der Fensterbank rechts neben der Bar. Gegenüber der Eingangstür ist ein Gurchgang in einen zweiten Raum mit noch mehr Tischen und Stühlen allesamt aus schwerem Holz, Vintage, mit grünen Bezügen. Eine Teeauslage auf einem selbstgemachten

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Holzregal. Kalhuah. PFFF. Beefeater. Cocktails. Shots. Alle möglichen Gläser in allen möglichen Formen und Ausführungen. Still wartend befüllt zu werden. Happy Hour. Alle Cocktails 5€. Hausschnaps. Musik aus der Playlist die ich für den Laden gemacht habe. Stevie Wonder. Childish Gambino. Ein Jutebeutel der über dem kleinen Fenster hängt. Links von der Tür, hinter dem Platz wo ich gerade sitze, ist ein großes Fenster aus dem man die Eisenbahnstraße sehen kann. Vor dem syrischen Imbiss gegenüber sitzen ein paar Studenten und verspeisen ihren Dürüm. Leere Bierflaschen. Blood Orange. Ein älterer Mann mit Pferdeschwanz betritt den Laden. Otis Redding. Er trägt eine große Brille und einen grauen Kapuzenpullover. Eine schwarze Schiefertafel steht auf der Bar, die frisch ausgepackt aus einem Paket kommt. Eine Eismaschine brummt neben dem Waschbecken leise vor sich hin. Von Zeit zu Zeit fallen Scheinwerferstrahlen in die Bar, nur für Sekundenbruchteile, durch das Schwarz des Herbstabends, so als würden sie etwas suchen. Meine Kerze flackert. Sie sieht aus wie eine Grabkerze. Ratatat. Mein halbgegessener Schokoladenkuchen. Anna hat ihn mir geschenkt, weil ich so niedergeschlagen aussehe. Ein alte Kaffemühle gefüllt mit Zigaretten, eine für 40 Cent, drei für 1€. Ein mexikanischer Hut liegt auf einem Lautsprecher auf dem Kühlschrank. Manchmal setzen die Bardamen ihn auf, etwa wenn sie eine Menge Schnaps ausschenken, oder selber mehr getrunken haben. The Flaming Lips. Leute kommen in die Bar, alle möglichen unterschiedlichen Schichten, doch sind sie alle, offensichtlich alternativ, Studenten, Medienmacher und doch immer wieder Andere. Bauarbeiter. Großväter. Sie trinken Bier und Schnaps, rauchen selbstgedrehte Zigaretten und unterhalten sich. Ich höre Politik, Trump, Afrika und eine hitzige Debatte über eine mexikanische Künstlerin die ich nicht kenne. Der Mann mit dem Pferdeschwanz unterhält sich mit mir über einen neuen Kinofilm. Philosophische Fragen kommen auf. Was macht jemanden menschlich? Was ist ein Mensch? Ist das nicht eigentlich egal? Ist der Film sexistisch? Die Playlist wechselt Richtung Funk. Zimt. Gingerbeer. Eine Waschmaschine plätschert. Ein Mann betritt den Laden. Bart. Gelber Crewneck. Große Brille die sein Gesicht rahmt. Er heißt wie Ich was ein lustiger Zufall ist. Das leere Bier reiht sich mittlerweile auf dem Tresen. Fred unterhält sich mit mir

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über seine Schlaflosigkeit. Er hat die letzten zwei Wochen beinahe garnicht geschlafen. Seine Augen zucken vor Müdigkeit. Kleine gemalte Herzen bedecken Teile der Getränkekarte an der Wand. Messingbecher an Haken an einem Brett. Moscow Mule wohl. Neue Kerzen. Jeansjacken. Rauch in der Luft. Eine Menge Rauch in der Luft. Kekse. Mehr Regale aus Holz. Bücher. Espresso. Messer in einem Glas. Peanuts. Chips. Der schwarze, glitzernde Boden. Mehl auf diesem, so dass er nicht mehr klebt. Er ist neu, dieser Boden. Vodka. Krrrsch. Havana Club. Ich zittere. Gin. Zeichnungen. Ein Lächeln einer Fremden.

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[justanoutlawfic]

Confessions: Chapt. 8 [Rolling With The Punches]

Story Summary: They say first comes love, then comes marriage, followed by the baby. For Regina and Robin, things go backwards.

Chapter Summary: Regina struggles with the guilt she feels over knowing tha she wouldn’t take back what happened. Turns out, she’s not alone.

Also on AO3

The movie went great for Regina, Bryony and Roland. They sat together, laughing at the latest Pixar creation. Bryony seemed to be able to follow it just fine with her hearing aid turned up. She only had to ask Regina what was said a couple of times, which surprised her. As soon as the movie let out, she texted Robin asking how things were going. He said that they were still only three quarters of the way done with the aquarium and that they needed some more time before they could meet up. Regina decided to take the little ones with her to the park near the theater.

 She learned that Bryony liked the slides the best. Luckily, the park wasn’t too crowded, so she could go down as much as she wanted. Roland ran into a friend of his, playing with him in the play structure. The friend’s mom approached Regina, a small smile on her face.

“You must be Regina, Robin’s wife.”

That title was still hard to adjust to. Regina nodded. “Yes.”

“I’m Aurora, that’s P.J.” She pointed over to the red head that was playing with Roland. “Where’s Robin?”

“We decided to split up the kids, get to know them individually.”

“I can’t imagine going through what you two are. I don’t know what Mulan and I would do.”

“You just have to do what’s best for the kids.”

“But does it change how you feel about your other daughter? I mean, Bryony is your flesh and blood. If none of this had happened, you never would’ve met…Eva, Robin said her name was?”

“Evie,” Regina corrected, folding her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Short for Evangeline. And I…I wouldn’t trade either of my daughters for the world.”

“You’re a better person than I. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to forgive the nurse that screwed up on that one.”

 Regina had nearly forgotten the story they had told other people. They didn’t want Bryony to ever find out that it had been Cora or the why, so they had played it off as a hospital error. It wasn’t that hard to believe. Zelena had sent her baby straight to the nursery and Regina was having surgery. It was hours before the children would be reunited with the parents who would raise them.

 Would Regina ever forgive her mother for this? Was it right that she was angry with her? Aurora was right. If Cora had never stepped in, she would’ve raised Bryony from birth. She never would’ve missed a second. Maybe there would’ve been other choices that would’ve been made.

 Yet, she never would’ve gotten Evie. How could she be so angry, while also not wanting to change how things turned out?

 She was quiet for the rest of the night, only asking Evie and Henry how their day with Robin was. She was happy to see that Evie was getting closer to Robin. They definitely weren’t anywhere close to being true father and daughter yet, but she actually spoke to him and sat next to him at the diner. Bryony and Roland chatted as well, wanting to fill their father in on everything they had done.

 Robin apparently noticed, because once Roland, Bryony and Evie had gone to bed and Henry went to play video games, he brought it up.

 “You want to spill why you’re so quiet? Did something happen at the movies?”

“No. At the park, we ran into P.J and his mom.”

Robin let out a sigh. “What’d Aurora say? She’s kind of known for having zero filter.”

“It’s nothing.” He gave her a pointed look. “I just…she brought up how forgiving I seem to be about the whole situation and I’m not. I’m so pissed with Cora.”

“So am I. That’s normal.”

“But if I could turn back time, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t change having Evie in my life.”

Robin frowned. “Well…I suppose I wouldn’t change anything either.”

“But is that, right? The fact that we’re so affected by the switch and yet we wouldn’t go back and change anything?”

“I think it makes us human and good parents. We love our daughters, but we acknowledge that the way we got them was fucked up.”

Regina sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “I guess.”

“It’s okay to feel both ways, like I said, I do too.”

“It helps having someone that gets it. I mean, Mal is a mom…”

“But she’ll never understand this.”

 There was another beat of silence as he poured them some tea.

 “So, when did Evie lose all the hearing in her left ear?” She asked. “You said she was born with it reduced.”

“According to tests, when she was a little over a year old.”

“And you never…you never considered the cochlear implant?” Robin gave her an odd look. “I did some research into it.”

“Then you know it’s costly and there’s a chance that it won’t work.”

“Of course.” She could see the defensiveness and anger in his eyes. “I wasn’t suggesting we do it. I just…wondered if you wanted to back then.”

“I looked into all the options and they said if I was ever going to, I should before it affected her speech entirely. While it’d potentially make things easier…I just didn’t think it would be worth it. I didn’t want to change a part of her that made her, her.”

 Regina felt a strange sense of pride in the pit of her stomach. She had come to the same conclusion and probably would’ve back then, but there was no way that Cora would’ve. She would’ve insisted on the cochlear, she probably would’ve talked Regina into it. Robin had embraced who his daughter was, he didn’t want to change her.

 “Besides,” Robin continued. “It’s not something that should be my choice or yours. If Bryony got older and wanted to get it, then it’d be a discussion.”

“I agree.”

“I’ve never wanted to act like it’s something she needs to be ashamed of, it’s why I chose that pre-school for her. There are other kids like her there and I’ve looked into schools that have similar programs.”

“You really embraced this.”

“It was that or go into it ignorant. You’d be surprised how many parents at the school are like it. There’s one mom that won’t even learn sign language and her child is a hundred percent deaf.”

Regina winced. “She sounds like Cora.”

“Probably.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “The way I look at it, these kids are going to face enough adversity in their lives…why start it at home?”

“You’re right.” Regina took his hand. “You’re a good dad, you know?”

Robin softly smiled. “You’re a good mom. Evie and Henry are really smart. I feel like they taught me stuff at the aquarium.”

Regina laughed. “Henry��s the type of kid to pick up a subject and not let it go. I think he rubbed off on Evie. Not necessarily a bad thing.”

“She doesn’t seem to hate me anymore.”

“She never hated you. It’s just new. We talk about how hard all of this is on us, but can you imagine them? Evie’s gone her whole life without a dad, Bryony’s gone hers without a mom. Suddenly this is all thrown at them and they barely have time to process it.”

“They can never know the full truth, can they?”

Regina shook her head. “It’s not even to protect Cora, it’s to protect Bryony. I never want her to feel how I did growing up. Nothing I ever did was good enough, I had to measure up to her. It’d be even worse, feeling like she has to compete with a ghost.”

Robin shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“What were yours like? You never talk about them.”

 Robin looked away and Regina worried she had crossed a line, but eventually, he pulled out a picture from his wallet. It was faded polaroid, turning a bit yellow in the frayed white corners. There was a woman that looked near identical to Evie and a man that shared a lot of Robin’s features.

 “They died when I was 10,” he explained.

“Oh, Robin…”

“Please don’t say sorry, everyone says that.”

“I won’t. I just…” She shook her head. “I can’t imagine being that young.”

“I didn’t have any family, so I ended up in the system. No one wants a 10 year old, I guess, so I bounced around a bit until I was 16 and ran away.”

Regina shut her eyes, trying to not imagine a young Robin living on the streets. It was too painful. “You were on your own?”

“Just until I met Marian. She made everything right again.”

She smiled a little. “The people you love can do that.”

“Anyway, my father’s name was Aslan. My mother’s was Kate.”

“You named Bryony after her?”

Robin nodded. “I was going to name her Isabelle Kate, that was what Marian and I had picked out for a little girl. It didn’t seem right, though. She wasn’t Marian’s…she needed a name all her own.”

“I understand. Besides, she doesn’t exactly seem an Isabelle.”

He chuckled. “She doesn’t, does she? It’s weird to think that she could’ve been Evie.”

“That definitely wouldn’t fit.”

“And I can’t see Evie as a “Bryony” either.”

 He looked behind Regina, towards the fridge. A picture of Henry and Evie hung there, the two were smiling and wearing matching outfits.

“Maybe this wasn’t fate or destiny, but…it was just supposed to be how things worked out. You were supposed to raise my daughter for the first few years, while I had yours. Maybe we were supposed to meet for a reason.”

Regina arched an eyebrow. “You really think that?”

“I have to. There has to be a good reason for all of this outside Cora being vindictive.”

“It’d certainly make it easier for me to sleep at night.”

“Maybe we’re not supposed to think about it. Cora did what she did and we’re in our situation. If we keep going into the whys or the guilt, it’s only going to make us feel worse. We’re a family now…it’s all going to work out.”

“It’s just hard to rationalize.”

“So don’t try to. Don’t try to plan it out. Let’s just go with it, there’s nothing we can do.”

 Robin clearly didn’t know her that well. All of Regina’s life had been planned out, ever since Daniel died. She didn’t schedule in time to get her life flipped upside down, not since her wedding night. She never wanted to be hurt like that again.

 That was the thing about events like that, though. A person couldn’t plan for them. If they could, they’d choose not to do it in the first place.

 She was a perfectionist, but if any of it was going to work, she’d have to let go a bit. She had to roll with the punches. She had figured it out once, she could do it again.

 Regina raised her mug. “To rolling with the punches.”

“To rolling with the punches.”

 Their mugs clashed together and they stared into each other’s eyes. Robin could tell that she was still trying to figure out the future. He knew that neither of them could predict what the next few months would hold for them.

 They’d spend them trying to become a family. They’d spend them getting to know the children they didn’t know were out there, along with the boys that came along with the package of their new family. Bryony would get closer to her mother and Evie would adjust to having a father in her life period. Henry would find himself going to Robin for advice, especially when he got his first crush around Valentine’s Day. Roland would ask Regina to help him with his project for his first Science Fair entry. The girls would get closer, even referring to one another as sisters. Robin and Regina would find them sneaking into each other’s room to share a bed.

 But what they couldn’t see happening was the night that they would spend together…or the major fight that would ensue.

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Confessions: An Outlaw Queen AU

Regina is an event planner and single mom by choice, raising her two children. Robin is a widower that owns a bar with two of his own. On paper, they should have nothing to do with one another. That is until a deathbed confession changes everything they thought they knew.

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My own HoodMills family convo dialogue prompt. "You stole from her!" "Dad said it wasn't stealing as long it was from the rich!" "I...I did say that. That is true."

This is a canon divergence of season 5 forward. Robin lived, OQ got married and Regina adopted his children. When Henry called for help from EF2 in S7, Regina, Robin and Roland arrived…this is the story of how Peanut (named Bryony in this verse) joined the mission.

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It was a bit of an adjustment to be back in such arural land. Sure, the original Enchanted Forest had been their home for so manyyears, it was where Regina and Robin had met, but they had been in Storybrooke fora couple of decades since they last lived there during the missing year. Now,they were in a new version of it, to help Henry. They wouldn’t change a thingof it, though. Their family was together again.

Or, it was for the most part. Roland had joined them onthe voyage to help out, but there was still one major person missing.

Bryony had followed in her older brother’s footstepsand gone to a new realm after graduation. The only difference was, she didn’t exactlystay in contact. After discovering the truth behind Zelena (she knew thatRegina had adopted her, but she didn’t know the details behind her conception),she needed space. It had been hard for Robin and Regina, they knew there wouldnever be a right time. All they could hope for was that Bryony didn’t try to goto Oz, where Zelena had escaped to after they got back from the Underworld.

With Tiana’s castle saved, they were all living withher and trying to keep everyone safe from Drizella and Tremaine. There wereguards, armed, so they could have some quiet moments. Over time, though, theyrealized that things were going missing.

“I don’t think it’s Drizella or Tremaine,” Regina saidafter Tiana reported that yet another necklace had gone missing.

Robin tilted his head. “Are you sure?”

“They’re both rich, they don’t need simple jewels.”

“So, you think this is an ordinary thief?”

“Definitely not ordinary, they’re smart enough to somehowbypass the thieves. They have to have special training.”

Another voice suddenly joined the conversation. “You’dbe right there.”

The two spun around and the person before them loweredtheir hood, revealing those all too familiar blue eyes. Identical smiles fellacross Robin and Regina’s face.

“Bryony,” Regina whispered.

“Hey.” She stepped forward. “I didn’t realize you twowere here…I only knew about the princess.”

Regina nodded, though then realized just what her daughterhad been up to. “You stole from her!”

“Dad said it wasn’t stealing as long it was from therich!”

Robin blanched. “I…I did say that. That istrue.“

Regina rolled her eyes and stepped forward, pullingher daughter into a tight hug. It had been about 4 years since they had lastseen her and so much had changed, including her. Robin joined the hug, staringdown at his daughter.

“So, this is where you ended up,” he whispered. “We’vebeen here a few years, I can’t believe we never saw you.”

Bryony shrugged, not moving from out of the hug. “Iheard rumors that there was a second Evil Queen running around here. I just wasn’tsure if it was really you.”

“We’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you guys too.”

Regina put a hand on her cheek. “You know we didn’t meanto keep it a secret from you, we just wanted to make sure that you were oldenough to understand.”

“I do, I really do. I just needed some time to findmyself. I always knew that Zelena wasn’t perfect, that she had been like youonce were…that just took it to a whole other level. I didn’t want to end up likeher and that’s when I realized…I didn’t even know who I was.”

“You were only 18.”

“I know. And I was wrong to just cut off all contact. I’msorry.”

Robin shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re herenow. We can be a family now.”

Bryony smiled and tightened the hug. She had reallymissed them so much.

“Grandma!”

She pulled apart and saw a toddler running towardsthem. Tilting her head, Bryony tilted her head and watched as Regina scoopedher up. She giggled upon seeing her daughter’s shocked expression.

“A lot has changed since you left,” she said. “Bryony,this is Lucy. Lucy, this is your aunt Bryony.”

“Aunt,” Bryony repeated. “Which one…”

“Henry,” Robin cut in. “He’s married to the Cinderellaof this realm.”

“Wow. A lot really has changed.”

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“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!” + Robin, Regina, & Peanut

Thank you for sending this in! Setting this in the “This Every Day Love” verse, when Sasha is 16.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven][Part Eight]

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“Let her go on the date,” Robin mocked his wife in hisbest Regina impression (which was still pretty terrible). “She’s 16, she’sresponsible.”

“If that’s meant to be me, you better be careful, treeman,” Regina threatened from her spot in the armchair. She was watching himpace back and forth. “You’re giving me a headache.”

“How are you not worried? Our daughter could be in aditch for all we know!”

“She’s not in a ditch. If she’s not home in 5 minutes,I’ll use a locator spell to go find her.”

The truth was, Regina was freaking out, on the inside.It wasn’t like Sasha to be out past curfew, especially not so late. UnlikeRobin, though, she wasn’t assuming that she was at a bottom of a ditchsomewhere. She was afraid that they were parked and doing something that Sasha wouldlater regret.

Luckily, no spells had to be used. Moments later, thedoor opened, causing Regina to stand up. She put a hand on her husband’s arm.She wasn’t any more pleased with their daughter than he was, but after raisingtwo other children, she knew that losing their cool wasn’t going to helpmatters. She could tell that Sasha was going to try to sneak right upstairs, soshe called her to join them in the living room.

She slowly entered, her jacket and purse dangling fromher hand. Her red hair which had been pulled back when she left, had beenshaken out and her dress was torn. Before Regina could speak, Robin did.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!?” Hedemanded. “Your mother and I were worried sick!”

“I can explain,” Sasha said, way to calmly.

“Please do, before your father has a coronary,” Reginasaid, giving her a look that read thisbetter be good.

“My date got finished up kinda early, he was prettyboring, so then I headed over to Alexandra’s.”

“Still waiting for this explanation that’s going to helpus feel better.”

“Well, we were hanging out and then decided to getsome ice cream. On the way back from the store, I swore I saw someone strangeand sure enough I was right. It was Frollo.”

Regina’s eyes widened. Despite things calming downaround Storybrooke and all the villain that roamed free being reformed,occasionally some would slip through. Frollo was just as vicious, if not moreso, than how he was portrayed in the movie. Regina, Emma and Rumple had beenworking together to take him down for a week.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Regina asked.

“I thought I could handle it myself, so I tried tofight him off with my magic. It would’ve worked too, but something happened…I don’tknow.”

“Probably because you’re still learning how to useyour powers.” Regina let out a long sigh. “Do you realize how dangerous it was?”

“You do stuff like this all the time, so does Aunt Emma!”

“Yes, and we’re trained to. We also don’t do it alone!That was so incredibly dangerous! What if he had seriously hurt you?” Shestarted examining her. “Did he hurtyou?”

“No, I’m fine. Just a few scratches. He’s still out there,but he definitely got the worse half of the injuries.”

Robin had to fight off a smile of pride. His daughter wasn’tthat tall, but she was fierce. What she had done, was stupid, there was nodoubting that. He was also extremely proud of her at the same time and he knewRegina felt the same way.

Regina confirmed that all in all, Sasha did only havea few scrapes, none that required any attention. “Go to your room,” she toldher. “Get into some pajamas. You’re grounded for a week.”

“Grounded? For trying to defeat a villain?”

“Grounded for putting your life, and by extension allof Storybrooke’s, at risk. You should’ve called me the minute you thoughtsomething was shady,” Regina informed her. “Using magic can be a greatthing-when you know what you’re doing. It all comes with a price. Did you eventhink about what it would’ve done to me or your father if we lost you?”

Sasha sighed. She knew deep down that her mother wasright. She had just wanted to prove she didn’t need any more lessons. Clearly,she still had much to learn. She walked over to her mom and gave her a hugbefore kissing her dad’s cheek.

“I’m sorry I worried you guys,” she said, beforewalking up the stairs.

Regina ran her fingers through her hair as Robinwrapped his arms around her waist, looking down into her eyes.

“Never a dull moment, eh?”

“You can say that again. What are we going to do with thatgirl?”

“Locking her up in a tower is always a viable option,”he teased.

She gave him a small smile. “I think we’ll just haveto keep a much closer eye on her.”

“Sounds like a good compromise. Now that she’s home,why don’t we head to bed? You look exhausted, milady.”

“That,” Regina told himbefore giving him a quick kiss. “Is the best idea I’ve heard all night.”

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“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” ~ Regal Peanut

Thank you for sending this in! I’ve set this as a future fic for the “This Every Day Love” series.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

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Robin walked down the stairs, letting out a long sigh.Regina looked up from her paper.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Sasha, she won’t come out of her room. She’sbeen locked up there all morning.”

She raised an eyebrow. “She’s 13, Robin. Did you learnnothing from Henry and Roland?”

“She’s not like them. I think something’s wrong.”

“Alright, I’ll go check on her. Maybe it’s a girlthing.” She nearly laughed when she saw her husband’s nose wrinkle. “I’ll beright back.”

She headed up the stairs to the bedroom and knocked onthe door.

                                                                 “I said go away, Dad!”

“It’s not Dad,” Regina replied.

She heard the music that was blasting in the roomlower and a minute later the door opened. Sometimes it was hard for Regina tosee just how grownup Sasha was getting. Her red curls still hung down by hershoulders, though her freckles had faded and only really came out during thesummer months. Her baby blues were framed behind black frames she had gotten acouple of years ago. She was wearing a navy sweatshirt that she had picked upwhen they last visited Roland at NYU and torn jeans. She shoved her hands intoher sweatshirt pockets.

“What’s going on?” She asked. “Your dad’s a littleworried about you.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “He worries too much.”

“That’s just who he is. Can I come in?”

Sasha nodded and stepped aside. Regina entered theroom, smoothing down the comforter on the bed before taking a seat. She pickedup the stuffed dragon that Maleficent had gifted her daughter all those yearsago, flicking off some fuzz. She studied Sasha as she moved about the room,fiddling with different things. She was starting to realize it wasn’t justRobin’s typical paranoia, something was clearly wrong.

“So, you want to talk to me about whatever it is?”

“I’m fine.”

Regina shook her head, settling the plush toy backdown onto the bed. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lieand pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Sasha let out a long sigh, walking back over to thebed and laying down on it. She crossed her legs, staring up at the ceiling fora minute, almost as if she was very still Regina would leave. Of course, that didn’thappen.

“I was supposed to hang out with some of my friendstoday, but then they texted me, saying I shouldn’t come. They don’t wantanother incident happening.”

Regina bit her lip. For years, it had been a debateover whether or not Sasha would have magic powers. She wasn’t a product of truelove, but her biological mother was a powerful sorceress. Not to mention, herpregnancy had been sped up and all magic comes with a price. It all came tolight when one day at school, Sasha was standing up for Neal Nolan, who wasgetting picked on by some older boys. One minute, they had the smaller boypinned up against lockers, the next they were turned into frogs. Sasha hadn’teven realized she was doing it. Regina had turned the students back into theirnormal state once she got the call. Despite the fact that they had beenbullying someone else, Sasha had been suspended for a week. Regina had usedthat time to start working on magic.

In their own family, her powers hadn’t been a bigdeal. After all, Emma and Regina both had them too, Henry had his own versionas the author. Even so, not everyone was comfortable with it, as Sasha’sso-called “friends” were proving.

“I’m a freak,” Sasha muttered.

“Hey,” Regina tipped her head up to look at her. “Youare not a freak, you have magic. That makes you special.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

“You can’t think that way.  These powers, they’re apart of you, they’rebeautiful. You’re learning how to control them and you will use them for good.”

“No one wants to be my friend.”

Regina shook her head. “I know that’s not true. Youhave Neal, Gideon and Alexandra. I know they understand, especially the firsttwo.”

Sasha sighed, shrugging a bit. “I guess.”

“It’s the truth. Everyone else, they’re stupid. I knowwhat it’s like to be judged because of your powers, but those who truly loveyou, will support you. Screw what everyone else thinks.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know.  It’lltake some time to adjust, but you will.” Regina pushed her hair out of herface. “You know you’ll always have your family, don’t you? Me, your dad andbrothers. Hell, even Emma, Snow and David. We’re all here for you and we alwayswill be.”

Sasha nodded. “Thanks, Mom.”

Regina pulled her up andwrapped her arms around her. Sasha rest her head on her shoulder, letting herglasses droop on her face. They stayed wrapped up in each other’s embrace, notsaying anything more. It was hard to lose friends that she had had for a reallylong time, but she knew Regina was right. She had her family and she wouldn’t tradethem for the world.

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OQ + 234 :)

Thank you for sending this in! :) I did get another prompt request for this number with the pairing Regal Peanut, so I’ve just combined the two. Set in an alternate universe where Robin lived and Peanut’s name is Sasha. :)

“Can I hold your hand?”

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The Miners Day Festival had snuck upon Regina fasterthan she had expected. She had never taken much interest in it before, she onlyapproved the budget and made sure that the nuns weren’t attempting to burn hertown down. Now, the curse had been broken for a few years and things worked alittle differently. Snow was still one of the biggest volunteers and somehow,she had roped Regina into helping in some way. She had decided to just write acheck so they could have more booths every year. Henry had shown her picturesfrom other festivals and she agreed since they had taken a step out of the1980s, it was worth a shot.

She rarely had attended the Miners Day Festival overthe 28 years during the town curse and it wasn’t until things settled down forher newly blended family that she actually went. Henry and Roland had a lot offun eating all the food and playing the games. Sasha was snug in a sling onRobin’s chest while they followed the boys about.

It had been 4 years since and some things neverchanged. Henry had helped Roland get ready so Regina could focus on Sasha. Thelittle girl swung her legs as her mother did the buttons on her jacket.

“I want cotton candy and caramel apples…ooo andlemonade!” Sasha babbled on excitedly.

“Slow down there,” Regina said with a small smile. “Wedon’t want you to get a belly ache.”

“I won’t! Roland and Henry eat lots and lots and arealright.”

Regina thought about the 17 and 10-year-old boys, theywere built a little differently than her daughter. She wasn’t looking to getinto a fight right before they left, so they just gave her a small smile.

“I don’t understand why we still have this,” Robinsaid, leaning in the doorway. “Wasn’t it a made-up holiday created by yourcurse?”

Regina shrugged. “The town enjoys it. It’s just somethingthey got used to.”

Robin merely nodded. Sometimes, it was just best to gowith the flow. “The boys are in the car, ready to go?”

Sasha jumped off the bench and into his arms (nearlygiving Regina a heart attack in the progress). “Uh huh!”

The drive to Main Street was a short one. The entireroad was set up with different booths and fairy lights were strung everywhere.A booth to sell the remaining candles was being manned by Leroy and Nova. Theboys instantly took off to take in everything, but Sasha hung back a bit. Shewas quite adventurous, but wasn’t a fan of big crowds. She looked up at Reginawith her big blue eyes (one’s that perfectly mirrored her father’s).

“Can I hold your hand?”

Regina grinned. “Of course.” She slid her glove-cladhand into Sasha’s mittened one. “Come on, I think I smell cotton candy.”

Robin beamed after them, following a good few feetbehind to the booth. The past few years had been an adjustment, that much wasfor sure. He didn’t know how much of a role Regina would want to have in Sasha’slife and he understood either way. They didn’t talk much about it at first, shejust did things that a mother would typically do. When Sasha’s first words were“Mama” and directed at Regina, they knew it was time for a conversation.

Two years later, she was adopting not just Sasha, butRoland too. They both called her “Mama” on a permanent basis. Sasha knew shewas adopted, though not the full story. One day they would have to tell it, butfor now they were just enjoying their time as a family.

As the night wore on, the sun faded into the sky and acrescent moon took its place. The fairy lights seemed to be brighter as theywaited for the band to take on the mock stage. Robin looked around the crowd atthe different families. David had his arm wrapped around Snow. Neal was nearby,playing with Gideon and Roland. Rumpelstiltskin and Belle weren’t too far,sitting next to Emma and Henry, who had decided to join her. Sasha was up onher father’s shoulders, the sugar high from all the cotton candy and hotchocolate slowly wearing off.

Finally, Robin’s eyes fell on his beautiful fiancé.She was wearing her usual pea coat, a knit hat atop her head. One of her glovedhands was around her own cup of hot cider, while the other lingered. Every sooften, she would glance to check on the boys and wave to Emma or Snow. Underthe twinkly lights, she looked even more radiant.

He was such a lucky man.

Robin bent down a bit to whisper in her ear, notmissing the hairs on her neck sticking up as he did. “Can I hold your hand?” Heasked, his voice filled with childish glee.

Regina shook her head, but the smile didn’t leave herlips. “I suppose so.”

Their finger intertwined and she moved closer so shecould rest her head on his shoulder. The air was getting cooler, but she waswarm right there with her little family.

The band came on stage. “Our first song is a tributeto one of our favorite bands,” the lead singer announced. As the melody to thetune began to play, Regina’s grin grew wider.

“Well, if this isn’t a bit of irony.”

Robin was a bit confused until the chorus hit.

“Ohplease say to meYou’ll let me be your manAnd please say to meYou’ll let me hold your handNow, let me hold your handI want to hold your hand”

He chuckled and wrappedan arm around her, kissing her temple. They weren’t that type of couple to havea song, or at least he used to think that. Maybe this would be it.

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