Anonymous said to believingispowerfulmagic: Solider verse: when it’s the 4th of July and family is watching fireworks. Regina has a moment of PTSD so the boys try to comfort her.

It was a beautiful Fourth of July. David and Mary Margaret had hosted a barbecue their small group of friends and everyone enjoyed taking a dip in their pool. Regina was more relaxed than she had been in a long time and she made a note to tell this to Dr. Hopper at their next appointment. She imagined he would be as proud as she felt, she believed as he held Henry as he kicked his little feet in the water. He laughed as she dunked him, keeping a strong hold on him even though she had every flotation device made for toddlers on him–just like Mary Margaret had with Neal. From the side of the pool, manning a grill with David, Robin gave her a little wave and she smiled back at him. 

After feasting on hamburgers and hot dogs as well as several different types of salads, corn and vegetables, night began to fall. Everyone helped clean up so Mary Margaret and David didn’t have to do it all before they piled in their cars to head to the local park for the fireworks display. Regina clicked Henry into his car seat, smiling at his Captain America pajamas. “Are you ready for fireworks, sweetheart?” 

“Boom!” he said, opening and closing his fists. 

Her heart skipped a beat and she felt the familiar fear creeping up inside her but she kept smiling. “Yes, sweetheart. Boom!” 

She closed the door and found Robin still standing by the driver’s side door, frowning at her. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked. 

“Yes,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’ll be fine. I’ve seen fireworks displays after tours before.” 

“You’ve never had PTSD before,” he pointed out. “I want you to promise me that you’ll let me know if it bothers you. Okay?” 

She sighed, nodding. “Okay.” 

They drove to the park and everyone laid down picnic blankets as well as set up lawn chairs, ready for the show to start. Regina sat cross-legged on one of the blankets, letting Henry sit on her legs. He leaned against her, sucking his thumb as he watched the night sky. 

Music blared over the speakers and Regina watched the first white streak of light shoot into the night air. It’s explosion echoed around her, drowning out the music. She didn’t see the bright blue lights illuminating the sky and the park melted away, replaced with a sandy terrain surrounded by large rocky outcroppings. A convoy comprised of several Army trucks rolled ahead of her as she heard the scream of a hand-launched missile heading right for the leader, exploding underneath it. The truck overturned as the convoy came to a stop, everyone heading out to fight the insurgents. Yet all she kept hearing were squeals and explosions around her. 

“Regina? Regina, I need you to focus on my voice,” Dr. Hopper said, seemingly floating over the chaos. “Regina, come back.” 

She felt something snap inside her and she was back in the park, lying on her back on the blanket. Robin and Dr. Hopper hovered over her, both looking concerned. Her husband knelt down next to her, tucking his hand under head. “Regina?” 

“Henry,” she said, thinking of her son. She tried to turn her head. “Where’s Henry?” 

“Mama!” he cried, crawling out of Mary Margaret’s hold. He laid down next to her. “Henry here. No cry.” 

She kissed his head before letting Robin help her up. Her eyes caught sight of the white, gold and red lights filling the sky but instead of the awe past displays used to fill her with, all she felt was cold and fear. She leaned closer to Robin. “Let’s go home.” 

“Okay,” he said, helping her up. She held Henry close, comforted when his little arms wrapped around her neck and he pressed himself against her. Regina focused on him, on this life she had created, rather than the past. It was going to take some time, but she knew with him and Robin, she would be okay. 

Dragon queen and taco Tuesday

Heh. I regret nothing.

On Mondays, she has back-to-back meetings. Wednesdays are for balancing the budget, Thursdays are for meeting with her staff to discuss whatever problems Storybrooke might face, and Fridays are for answering letters and emails.

Tuesdays...are a little more fluid. Tuesdays, she can do what she wants. And what she wants is sitting in her chair when she gets back from a meeting with Snow about the school budget.

“You have a few things left on your agenda,” Mal says with a smirk. She looks like she belongs in the Mayor’s office, a sharp gray suit, perfectly curled hair, and red lips that just beg for an argument.

That smile, that hair, that suit. Regina tries to push her mayor mask into place, but Mal sitting at her desk, toying with a pen between her long fingers...

It’s Tuesday. She doesn’t need to be anywhere else but here.

“What did I leave off my schedule?” Regina asks. She tries to keep the purr out of her voice, but she’s only human. A dragon can maybe keep her cool, but she cannot. Regina has never been anything but fire, and she’s just about to burst into flames at the sight of Mal.

“Well,” Mal says, “you have time here.” One sculpted fingernail taps Regina’s day planner, laid bare and open on her desk. “And here.”

Regina’s breath hitches, watching Mal stroke her desk. What she can do with those hands...

“And in the afternoon,” Mal says, as she swirls her index finger in sharp, tight  circles against the book, “you have nothing but time.”

Regina eases herself onto her desk, sitting with her legs crossed, her ass pushing the day planner just out of reach. “It’s Tuesday. I don’t have anything planned for Tuesday.”

Mal takes hold of one ankle and pulls it over her lap. “It’s Tuesday,” she hisses. Her other hand snakes up Regina’s thigh, her fingertip teasing the lace of Regina’s blue satin underwear. “You didn’t have anything planned for Tuesday.”

  So I’ve finally caught up on my dash and news...

Annnnnnd she just posted a picture lol

(M rating. I need to stop reading so much fic.)

In a few years, Regina will understand electricity. She’ll know conduits, and wires, and outlets, and prongs begging to be plugged into an outlet, any outlet, god, make them connect and spark and burn.

I AM PLEASED I AM NOT THW ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS!

Once upon a time, tiny 5-year-old Lolcat told her dad that he treated her like a bastard at a family reunion - a quote straight from that movie - and it has become legend in the family.

Just saying any time you felt like doing a drabble in that verse I'd celebrate...and if you could link me to the existing parts, it'd be lovely

Here you go :)