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don't cry for your love

cry tears of joy

'cause you are alive

cradled in love

happy pride months everyone 🧡🤍🩷

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Regina Mills Appreciation Week 2017  Day One: Favorite Episode - 3.09 Save Henry

Once upon a time there was a queen. And she cast a glorious curse that gave her everything she wanted… or so she thought. She despaired when she learned that revenge was not enough. She was lonely.And so she searched the land for a little boy to be her prince. And then… she found him.

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Non-writers don't understand how much of writing is just googling things like "when was the croissant invented" for worldbuilding reasons and staring off into the distance.

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(opening the author’s works page after finishing a fic) and if im lucky they’ll have written this exact same fic but different a bunch more times

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Ok, so I've always felt a bit uncomfortable and weird about magic!baby, but the autofill gods have spoken. It's exactly 1000 words (do I get extra points @cinnonym ;) ?) and I wrote it in like 1h waiting in an airport to head home, so it's unbetaed and I'll probably come back to edit later.

Anyway, enjoy!

That day, Emma and Regina were going to the hospital to see if they were pregnant.

Admittedly, the two pink lines that Emma had nervously watched appearing spoke of an almost definite “yes,” but it was almost too improbable to be true. So improbable in fact, that if Regina - wise, perfect, expert-on-all-things-magic Regina - hadn't confirmed it was possible amidst a bout of happy tears, Emma might have been more sceptical.

Initially, Emma hadn't been quite so “happy tears” about it, because it - they, the baby - had come as a complete shock. And Emma had thought herself pretty much unflappable. She had seen a lot of surprising things over the years since she had come to Storybrooke, but this really took the cake.

It's not like it had been some kind of immaculate conception or anything. No, in that respect they'd certainly been trying, and often at that. But neither had thought that such a thing would have been possible, biologically speaking.

But then, Regina had been so warm and joyful when she had explained to Emma that True Love was a powerful force capable of things beyond their control, beyond their comprehension, even. Emma had expected a fight, Regina screaming at accusing her of infidelity because that was the only rational explanation. But Regina had calmly taken it in her stride and offered the impossible as an explanation right away. And somehow, Emma had started to feel like maybe it was a good thing. So despite her general misgivings about pregnancy, she had swallowed her worry down for Regina's benefit and played back a warm smile. Somewhere underneath, the concern broiled angrily, a bubbling pot left unattended on the stove and ready to explode. A million scenarios surfaced - where she wasn't ready, where she would mess it all up, or worse screw up their child. Rationally, she knew Henry had turned out perfectly, but a small voice reminded her that Regina had done most of the heavy lifting, and there was also the fact that Henry's entry into the world had been anything but perfect - a chasm away from that ideal, in fact.

Regina, of course, had called Emma out on her micro-spiralling right away. The woman had a sixth sense for Emma's distress, and she refused to relent until the words tumbled from Emma as if the pot lid had been lifted and there was nothing to contain it anymore. Hot, vicious self-doubt had spilled from her, and Regina stayed quiet until she ran herself dry. But then Regina had reminded Emma that Henry was a product of both of them, too, and that he was perfect, so they had nothing to worry about.

Of course, it had been impossible to deny that, and Emma had felt reassured by Regina's words and tone. It wasn't that all of her concerns had disappeared immediately, rather she knew right away that any challenges this child brought to them, they would face together. The thought of it - of them - a child that would look like her and Regina, like both of them… well, Emma couldn't speak for an extended moment.

Fortunately for Regina, Emma's silence was also reassuring, as her face had morphed into liquid joy, and she had hauled Regina into a crushing hug for good measure.

~.~

So they found themselves, not pacing nervously as they waited to be seen for Emma's first scan. True Love magic was a powerful thing, but not even Regina had evidence of a baby born to two mothers before, so they were both anxious to see what it was that was growing inside Emma. And it would need to be a resilient little thing, what with the whole world of crazy that would be thrust upon it - them. Emma chuckled at the thought, and then replayed it aloud for Regina's benefit.

“I don't think they're going to have to worry, love,” she replied softly, in that all-knowing tone that would convert anyone into a believer.

At Emma's unspoken request for clarification, Regina continued gently.

“They have True Love on their side,” she scoffed, barely containing her laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. The Evil Queen having an accidental True Love baby, of all things!

“In all seriousness though, Henry's going to make a marvellous big brother. And I don't think they're going to be short of loved ones to help them through the crazy,” she expanded.

Regina's certainty was a rich and terrifying thing, and so far from anything Emma had known before. So instead of letting the reassurance wash over her, Emma felt thick with melancholy, a heavy, leaden feeling that stole the fleeting joy of the moment. Because Regina was right - a small voice cried that she always was - this kid was going to have all of the things Emma had wished for Henry, and in so doing, they would have all of the things she could only have dreamed of. But then again, if she listened hard enough, Emma heard the small voice that sounded an awful lot like Regina in her head. And though her throat got thick when she dwelled on it, she knew that she was going to have everything she had once dreamed of too.

The word family got stuck in her thoughts as though her mind was drowning in the syrup of it all.

“Yeah,” she said quietly in lieu of everything else. “Yeah, we're gonna make sure of that.”

“I love you,” Regina offered gently, instead of digging for the source of Emma's disquiet. It was probably the exact same as her own. Regina's feelings of inadequacy were trounced by her excitement, but they were still there, even though the self pity felt strange when the self in question was so far in the past that she was a stranger. All she could do was look forward and thank her lucky stars that her future looked so different.

And when Emma said “I love you, too,” Regina revelled in the promise of that sparkling future.

Crack Fanfic Idea:

Short chapters that are called after a specific pattern. For example:

The day Emma and Regina...

But instead of clever ideas you use autofil and see what's going to happen that day. You probably need help with different algorithms, but I think it could be so fun and silly.

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Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

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Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

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Are we going to do this three times because we have three wips? Yeah. Maybe...

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags