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Hi friend!

I appreciate your enthusiasm. That fic was fun to write!

Unfortunately, I have long fallen out of this fandom. I’m like nearly 3 seasons behind.

Also, I don’t really write fic any more in general. I’m a self-published author, so that’s taking pretty much all my creative energy.

thank you so much, darling, here you go! ;) 

Where Lights Glow 

“Yes, that box. Yes,that’s the one! I have to tell you everything, aren’t you supposed to be, like,a professional?”

“They don’t pay me thatmuch, sister,” the man, Leroy, grumbles, lifting the box that holds her books. “Holyshit, my back is going to turn into a puddle of bones, what the hell did youput in here?”

Regina sighs, her handgoing up to her forehead. It’s two in the afternoon and she can already tell it’sgoing to be Headache Day, and of course this had to be that same day when herboyfriend is not home until seven. Of course. She’d give her lungs for aspirinand a dark room, right now, but she has to listen to these seven men bickeringand walking around with boxes of things.

And they’re juststarting, because there’s the other house to clean up as well, so that they canpile them up in the truck and drive towards her new home.

Their new home.

When she has showed updrunk, at Christmas Eve, right at Robin Locksley’s door, it was because the zipof her dress was stuck. So she remembers too little of their first kiss, it’sall a daze of liquor and his arms around her and cold tiles beneath her feet.

Best Christmas giftever.

And then, he has…stayed. In her life.

That night, they’vekissed and kissed some more, and he has accompanied her to her door, even ifshe lives just in front of him. And she has giggled, when he has given her agoodnight kiss, and asked her out. As if she’d ever say no. As if she’s everturn down that sexy, handsome man who has stolen her heart in two dates and ahalf, who has brought her to dinner, and whom she has made love with on everysurface of her house. It has been a warm winter, with him, then a happy spring,and in summer he has met her mother and sister – a very interesting day, thatone – and in autumn they’ve flown to England and she has met his mother.

Andhere they are again. 

Of course!

Here are most of the ones I posted on tumblr (x)

@shippinguntilinfinity requested a continuation of “Fate,” so here you go, dear! I hope it’s okay!

She doesn’t want to be here.

She doesn’t want to be at Granny’s, where every look cast her way is equal parts pity and fear. She doesn’t want to be here, among these people who are convinced she’s just about one bereavement card away from snapping and murdering them all where they stand. She can see it in their eyes, the way their conversations hush when she walks by, the way the majority of them take care not to get too close or, God forbid, find themselves alone with her. Only Henry and the Charmings stay close (Regina is pretty sure she saw Snow silence some murmurs with a single, well-practiced teacher glare), and Emma is nowhere to be found. She is in a room full of people, some of them even her family, and yet Regina Mills has never felt more alone.

“Regina?” Snow’s voice startles her, and she wonders how long she’s been trying to get her attention. “Do you need anything? Can I get you something to eat?”

She shakes her head wordlessly.

“You should eat something.”

“I’m fine.” She doesn’t raise her voice, doesn’t even look at her, but something in her voice seems to stop Snow, because she doesn’t bring it up again.

The world seems dull without Robin, sounds muted, colors lifeless, and she knows that any food she touches would probably taste like ash in her mouth. This is a different pain from losing Daniel, because Regina is no longer the 18-year-old girl she used to be. She has grown up. She has both witnessed and performed unspeakable acts of evil, and come out the other side trying to be a better person. She has become a mother, and a hero, and a leader. She has a family. Maybe part of her was naive enough to think that all these things would make this loss easier, but the reality of it is that Regina just feels tired. Her very soul aches for him, the soulmate that she lost, and she just wants to go home, only she knows it won’t feel like home without him...

She’s wondering exactly how long she has to stay when she hears the door of the diner open.

Regina thinks nothing of it at first--people are probably starting to trickle out now, those who didn’t really know Robin and are only here out of obligation. She doesn’t turn around, not even when a hush falls over the crowd, not even when the cup of coffee Snow is holding falls to the ground and shatters into pieces. Her brow furrows, not sure what all the fuss is about--has another villain come to town, possessing some kind of sixth sense as to when to kick the Evil Queen when she’s down? She almost wishes they have. She could use someone to destroy right about now, even though she knows it’s useless, that it won’t bring him back, that even if she saved them all it would probably just confirm everyone’s worst fears.

“Regina,” Snow whispers urgently.

“Mom,” Henry urges on her right.

“What?”

They don’t say a word, and she turns and follows their gazes to the door.

It’s not possible.

She blinks, not believing the sight before her, but the vision does not go away. Slowly, as if some other force is guiding her, she begins to walk towards him, her footsteps dull thuds in her ears. He mirrors her movements, approaching her slowly, as if he too is afraid that this is a trick of some kind and she will disappear before his eyes. He does not smile, not yet, but as she comes closer the look of love in his eyes almost makes her burst into tears right there.

No one says a word as they cross to meet each other, although she can see from the corner of her eye that Roland is now standing in front of Snow, her hands on his little shoulders to keep him  in place. No one says a word as they lock eyes, and Regina lets out the tiniest little breath, like a gasp.

She reaches out a shaky hand to touch his cheek. Slowly, her hand grazes the stubble on his face before cupping his cheek gently, every motion tentative, half of her fearing that he will vanish into nothing under her touch. His cheek is warm beneath her palm, and he leans into his touch, his gaze drinking her in, a tear glistening in the corner of his eye. Her thumb gently grazes his lips, her eyes never leaving his, searching intently for any sign of trickery, waiting for the illusion to break.

It doesn’t.

“Robin.”

He smiles then, a slow smile that lights up his entire face. “I missed you,” he whispers.

yess mellivia!! also lowkey mellie and Marcus are cute too