#daddy!regina mills

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you do a baking thing with Regina Mills that turns into smtg more spicy? Like maybe when cookies (or whatever Regina and Y/n are baking) are cooking, then Regina gets bored and yk wants to have fun with reader?

(btw I love your writing sm!!)

Things Happen When She’s Bored ~Daddy!Regina Mills xFem Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Regina and Reader bake chocolate chip cookies together, and Regina gets bored while they are baking… Anon Response— Thank you for the request, anon!! I would love to write this! Regina Mills could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Prompt— Baking

Warnings: NSFW, smut, clit stimulation, spanking, taunting, teasing, daddy kink, degradation kink, degrading, punishment, etc.

Enjoy (;

The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off, as you and Regina finally put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven. Ingredients laid all over the counters, along with bowls, measuring spoons, and trays for the cooked cookies. Both of you had gotten your clothes all messy as well.

But you didn’t care. You were having fun and that was all that mattered.

Once the cookies were in the oven however, you decided it was time to clean up. You began by throwing away the eggshells and the empty butter wrapper, then moving to gather and clean all the dishes.

Regina leaned against the counter, watching you as you cleaned up. Her gaze followed yours with amusement. As you turned your back and started to clean the dishes in the sink, you could feel the mischievous energy radiating off of the woman. And before you could say a word, you felt a pelt of flour hit your back.

You immediately turned around and scowled playfully.

“Hey!!” You whined at the woman, who had picked up the floor bag and who was looking at you with a mischievous grin and wicked eyes.

“I’m bored…!” Regina groans, then throwing another handful of flour, this time in your face.

The brunette immediately erupted into laughter as your face screwed together and you scowled again. You put down the dishes in your hands and marched across the kitchen, confiscating the flour bag from the woman. You put it away in its proper place in the bottom cabinets, but as you went to stand back up and turn around, you found yourself trapped. Regina was placed right in front of you, so close that your back and hands were against the kitchen island behind you.

“ ‘Gina?” You stammered, the woman’s unwavering gaze suddenly sending shivers down your entire body.

Regina stepped impossibly closer, tilted her head at you, and licking her lips. Her eyes flickered a dark and wicked energy.

It suddenly clicked for you. But before you could say it, her lips were on yours. She was immediately purring happily like a cat at the connection to you. That woman couldn’t get enough of your touch, it was like it was all she could think about.

Although you didn’t blame her, you were basically the same way. You sometimes wondered whether you two were too addicted to one another… But regardless, Regina was definitely worse than you. She could hardly contain herself most of the time.

Regina’s flour caked hands found your throat and hip, squeezing each one as needed to draw those little whimpers that she adored out of you. You gasped and rasped breathlessly into the kiss, the hand on your throat already making your eyes start to roll back.

The woman wasted no time, after a peck on your lips, her tongue started to stalk and lick your lips. It then slipped into your mouth with ease. You hummed in delight as Regina dominated you with a simple kiss.

Her hold on your neck and hips got tighter and tighter. You were sure that they would both bruise. But you didn’t mind that, in fact you encouraged it. You cheekily bit Regina’s bottom lip. The woman growled in response and tightened her hold on you even more. You let out a raspy groan at her impossibly tight grasp.

“Behave…” the woman growled in a reminder.

Regina had now left your lips and was focusing on moving the attention of her tongue and hot mouth downwards, to your chin, then throat, shoulders, collarbones, and so on.

“Or what…?” You chocked out.

The brunette looked at you and quirked her eyebrow. Regina loved when you challenged her, as it meant she could put you back in your place. And you loved to challenge her because it riled her up.

Swiftly, Regina grabbed your hips and swiveled you around, pining you down and over the kitchen island counter, so that she was behind you and your ass was sticking out to her.

“Or I’ll make you…” the woman rasped wickedly in your ear.

You playfully wiggled your ass up into Regina’s frame. This resulted in her hand coming flying down and smacking you ass hard. You winced and jerked forward, yelping in surprise. Regina reveled in the reactions that she drew from you.

Your breathing was drawing ragged and your mind was beginning to dizzy. You felt the woman’s hot breath on your neck, only making you loss your competency even faster.

Her hand came back down on your ass cheeks once more, leaving a stinging sensation and making you squeal.

“Who do you belong to, Baby…?” Regina purred wickedly into your ear.

Another spank came down on your ass.

“Y-you…!” You whimpered loudly.

“Say my name…” she cooed darkly, smacking your ass again and harder.

“Regina—!!” You yelped.

Three more spanks to your ass indicated that you had answered incorrectly.

“Nuh uh uh… Try again, Baby…”

“Mmmmm Daddy!!” You cried out.

Your response made Regina smirk and begin to caress your red clothed ass with her hand. You sighed out breathily in relief.

But just as you thought the woman was down with you and was going to let you go, you felt her fingers start to dip in between your thighs. Her digits began to make tight circles around your clothed clit, making you suck in a breath sharply.

“You’re going to cum for daddy…” Regina purred, “Only from Daddy’s teasing… You understand…?”

You gulped and groaned as little waves of pleasure began to build themselves up to a much larger orgasm. You nodded vigorously in response to the woman.

“Yes daddy��” you groaned.

“Good girl…” she praised with a wicked tone.

Your eyes began to roll back as her fingers tightly wound you up, right up to the cusp of your climax.

“Daddy— P-please—!!” You cried, your desperation overtly apparent.

“Cum for Daddy, pretty bitch…” Regina hummed.

The degradation along with calling herself daddy sent you over the edge. You sparked against the encounter, as Regina’s fingers stimulated your clit through your orgasm. Your breathing was loud and erratic as you came off your high.

Suddenly, the timer on the oven for the chocolate chip cookies went off, ringing reality back into your heads. Regina was swift to unblock you and grab the mitt for the oven. She pulled the cookies out, placing them on the cooling rack, pretending like nothing has happened.

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Regina Mills Masterlist

Holiday Bingo 2023 Masterlist

Tag List: @storiesofsvu @aemilia19 @willowshadenox @principal-weems09 @vexed-jade @tryingmybest233333 @athenodora-sulpicia-writer @lunala-rose23 @sapphixwriter

[poisonappleeater]

idc if shes a woman shes daddy

[mccallhero]

favourite otp meme: captain swan

[3/6] moments: the camelot ball

[chushanye]

she's my poor little meow meow (this woman has killed people)

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[oautincorrectquotes]

Regina: Pass the salt.

David: What's the magic word?

Regina: Or else.

David: That's two words, but point taken.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Rumple's hair here is how mine is 24/7

Love the follow the strand, makes me think of the red string soulmate au thing.

Him plopping the baby basket on the desk makes me think of The Devil Wears Prada

Rumplestiltskin is the miranda priestly of the Enchanted forest.

It annoys me how backwards these are but whatever.

Where are it's parents?

We're it's parents now, mummy belle and daddy rumple.

And belle you sound like Jackie from Roseanne when she thinks Fred is wanting to be a part of the baby's life just to see her.

Hot angry rumple.

Love the short hair

On the other hand you kidnapped the woman I loved and starved her to death in a tower.

I went looking foe belle and this is what I found.

But it wasn't me me it was the other me.

Oh I know that dearie. But I have to hurt someone.

I can still make you bleed.

Horrifying and a nice declaration of love.

Of all the aus in the show itself I like this one a little bit.

I like seeing emma all princessy

Love rumple.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

A Fairytale for Christmas

Summary:  When Robin Locksley plans a masquerade for businesswoman and heiress Regina Mills, he just hopes to expand his client list. He gets much more when he takes his cousin’s place as a guest at the party and makes a connection with one of the guests. The next day, he learns that person was in fact the hostess, Regina Mills, and that her mother has announced that Regina will marry whoever that man was. His cousin Keith figures out it was Robin and teams up with Cora Mills to marry Regina, pulling in his cousin to their deception. But as Robin gets closer to Regina, will he tell her the truth or watch the love of his life walk down the aisle to his cousin?

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 13

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

Sunshine warmed Regina's face as she stood by her bedroom window, watching as workers erected a white tent in her backyard while tables and chairs waited to be set up underneath the tent. A few other people set up a large flower wall near the walkway leading from her circular driveway to her patio. There was a white van parked near them and she knew there were more floral arrangements waiting to be unloaded. Everything was already coming together.

"Today's the day," she said, turning from the window to address the small form lying on her bed. "Today I marry your daddy."

Tuck just continued to lay on his side, unimpressed by anything happening around him.

She chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed as she scratched behind his ear. "I know nothing is going to change for you. But today is still a really big day for Robin and me. It's the first day of the rest of our lives."

"Yes, it is," Mary Margaret agreed, one hand on the doorknob while she leaned through the partially opened door. "And you should start the day with a good breakfast. Granny's already in the kitchen making it."

"I'll be down in a few minutes then," Regina said, smiling at her friend. "Just let me put on my robe."

Mary Margaret nodded. "Take your time. The hair and makeup team won't be here for another hour at the very least."

She closed the door behind her before Regina stood, walking over to her closet. Regina opened it and pulled out her favorite purple robe, slipping it on and tying the sash into a loose knot. With that done, she scooped up Tuck and held him close. "Come on. I'm sure you want breakfast too," she said.

Tuck purred in her arms as she left the bedroom, walking down the hallway toward the stairs and eventually her kitchen. Along the wall were several pictures, many hung in the past couple years after she learned the house was hers. Even though she hadn't lived there herself, Mother had insisted that Regina keep the mansion looking exactly the way she had decorated it, where every room looked like a magazine photoshoot come to life and with almost no personal touches. The house had only been for show, to display their wealth, and not to really be a home.

Regina finally made it the home her father had wanted it to be.

She had found pictures of herself and Daddy over the years and had them framed, hanging them in the hallway. And then she added pictures of herself with those she loved, including Granny, Mary Margaret and Mal. But now most of the pictures were her and Robin and if she was honest, those were her favorites.

Most were pictures from their travels around the world but there were a few from photoshoots done to accompany stories written about them. After she took over her family's company and Robin relaunched his party planning business as Sherwood Special Events, they became Storybrooke's newest power couple. Several articles were written about them – both for their individual work as well as them as a couple – and she had chosen to frame her favorites.

Like the one done by the Daily Mirror's weekly cooking section. The reporter had come out to their house to write about them after learning they both loved to cook. She wanted to learn the recipe behind Robin's now famous dumplings but he politely refused, saying they were key to his success. Instead, he and Regina made her apple turnovers instead along with his quiche recipe. Her favorite picture showed them laughing in the kitchen as they prepared the dough, their faces and hair covered in flour as they wore matching aprons.

Regina never knew doing interviews and posing for pictures could be fun until she met Robin.

She headed downstairs and entered the kitchen, greeting Granny and Mary Margaret warmly. Granny smiled as she tapped the chair Regina preferred. "Your breakfast is all ready for you," she said. "Have a seat and enjoy."

"One minute," Regina said, picking up Tuck's bowl. "I have to give someone else their breakfast first or we will not hear the end of it."

"True," Granny replied, knowing how loud Tuck could get when he was not fed on time. "Go ahead."

Regina nodded, filling his bowl with his favorite dry food. He began to squirm in her arms, eager to enjoy his meal. She chuckled as she carried it over to its spot on the floor. "Almost there," she said.

She placed the bowl down and then set Tuck down as well. "Go ahead. Enjoy," she said.

"He's a very spoiled kitty," Mal said, sipping her coffee as she watched Tuck eat his breakfast.

"He is a very loved kitty," Regina replied, glancing over at him. "Robin sometimes jokes that he doesn't know who I love more – him or Tuck."

Mary Margaret chuckled. "Well, I think we all know the answer to that."

Granny nodded. "It's the cat."

"Yes," Regina said. "Exactly."

They paused for a moment before they burst out laughing. Regina loved that they could joke and have fun like this. And that her friends knew she loved Robin with everything she had. He had her whole heart and that was why she was marrying him.

Why she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

[solitasims4]

semi-new to Simblr, lol.

the title is a bit of a lie, but, LET ME EXPLAIN.

hi, I'm Solita Sims. I am a Sims 4 content creator and have been a Sims 4 content creator for almost two years now. I am mostly known for my unhinged, chaotic storytelling TikTok / TikTok & YouTube content. I have a FEW series which you may or may not have seen before...

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DE VAUSE

Diandra and Monroe de Vause are high school sweethearts that share a turbulent, chaotic life with one another in Brindleton Bay, along with 5 children: Regina, Naomi, Odessa, Somer, & Kai. After a traumatic event happens to their second daughter Naomi, causing her to dabble in poor habits & decision making, a family secret is unveiled, causing a rift between the matriarch and patriarch that they may never be able to come back from.

Unfortunately, as of today, November 11, this series has been retired. Though the episodes will always be available and I do plan on sharing their story in other ways in the future. Feel free to read my explanation as to why here, here, or here.

watch here: ♡ | ♡

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LEGACY CHALLENGE

TW: mention of drug use & miscarriage

My first ever Sims 4 Legacy challenge stars the Volkovs (generation 1 & 2) and the Kealohas (generation 2 & 3). We first started the series following our Founder Alexis Dionne Ketter turned Alexis Dionne Volkov as she paraded around San Myshuno looking for any daddy to give her woohoo or money. She found several - Roy D. Dillon, Tai Lum, Bjorn Bjersen, and Wolfgang Wilder - before eventually falling in love with her enemy, Kristopher Volkov, and starting a life with him in Moonwood Mill. Together, they share six children: Ezra, Autumn (our Heir), Nicole, Edward, Clint, and Renesmee.

Alexis is now an Elder, her dust era slowly approaching, and we have still been focusing on her as well as her daughter and our Heir, Autumn Priscilla Volkov turned Autumn Priscilla Kealoha. Autumn is currently an Adult, married to her Spellcaster childhood best friend Shanna Kealoha, and the two little lesbians recently welcomed their first {living} child, Sage Kealoha, into the world. But Autumn hadn't always had such a picture-perfect life; she struggled with severe drug addiction in her teen years and early Young Adult years after the sudden death of her big brother, Jacob Volkov, broke the heart of her former friend & lover Addison Chopra, had a rough battle with infertility, and miscarried her first son, River Kealoha. We will see what's in store for Autumn and her little family as they explore parenthood, the world of Spellcasting, and move away from Moonwood Mill.

watch Gen 1/2: ♡ | ♡

watch Gen 2/3: ♡ | ♡

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NOT SO BERRY

My first ever Sims 4 Not So Berry challenge follows our Founder, Gwyneth Westwood of Windenburg, and her family; fiancé Joseph Bastianich, daughter and Heir Rosalie Bastianich, and half-human-half-alien daughter Bella Westwood-Stallings.

Gwyneth has a passion for science, logic, mischief, collecting elements, and romance. All she's ever wanted, besides succeeding as a WOC in her career field, is to be in love and have a baby. She eventually gets her wish, becoming engaged to her good friend, celebrity chef Joseph Bastianich, and having his baby and our Heir, Rosalie Bastianich. Though things get messy after a traumatic life event causes Joseph to become entangled with alcoholism.

Fast forward in the future, Gwyneth has stuck by Joseph and had a second daughter, Bella Westwood-Stallings, after getting abducted by Senior Pollinator Technician #3, or Tanisha Stallings, in the backyard of her home. Her life almost seems picture perfect as Joseph recovers from alcoholism, Rosalie blossoms into a teenager, and Tanisha becomes her good friend and a good mother to their daughter Bella. Little does she know about the secret Joseph is hiding from her and Rosalie.

watch Gen 1/2: ♡ | ♡

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NIKKI & AKIRA (occult)

The story of Nikki St. Germain & Akira Kibo was never meant to be a series, but their antics are so comical and ridiculous - especially since Nikki is my Simself - that I had to turn it into one.

Nikki simply went on a blind date, not expecting much from it, and happened to get paired with Akira Kibo - yes, the Akira Kibo - of San Myshuno. Things did not go well after Akira didn't flirt back with Nikki. She went home after, never expecting to see Akira Kibo again. It turns out that Nikki was deeply mistaken and had no idea what her future held for the two of them.

Akira asked for Nikki's forgiveness and the two began dating again, leading to an official relationship, until Akira cheated and contracted a WTD and almost gave it to Nikki. As revenge, Nikki broke up with him and turned him into Vampire, hoping he would fry in the sun. Little did she know that Akira would turn into one of the most powerful Vampires in the Simnation, win her heart over again, impregnate her with their daughter Beverly, and make their lives a living Hell.

I have not posted a Nikki & Akira episode since earlier this year, but I am highly considering bringing it back weekly or bi-weekly since the de Vause series is now retired.

watch here: ♡

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Besides those four series of mine, I also create chaotic and silly TikToks, mod showcases, Sims-related tutorials + tips + tricks, Sims photoshoots, & report Sims-related news. All of my series - besides Nikki & Akira - are partially in fullscreen mode on my YouTube channel, as well as Sims-related tutorials. I plan on making a Sims 4 YouTube Let's Play series starting early 2024 and a Minecraft YouTube Let's Play series hopefully sooner. I am very active on Twitter as well, and regularly post updates, sneak peeks + spoilers, polls, photo shoots, etc. about the Legacy & Not So Berry challenge.

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Some more fun facts about me: I'm 22, a Scorpio, live in Greater Los Angeles, have been playing the Sims on-and-off since 2009, became a Sims 4 content creator in December 2021, love the colors blood red & dark green, love Lana Del Rey & Amy Winehouse & Fiona Apple & Mitski & Aaliyah & Lauryn Hill, hate labor, love to complain (this is a joke), enjoy wine & writing & reading & coffee, and also play Minecraft, Roblox, & GTAV, and love wreaking havoc on my Sims.

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the best way to keep up with me is on Twitter or the YouTube Community, but all of my socials are here.

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I'm looking forward to those on Simblr getting to know me & my creations.

Solita

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Happy Kinktober 2023!! For each day in October, I’ll be posting a little fanfic for a different kink each day with one character!! Expand your reading horizons on new characters as well as taking a closer look at specific kinks! Safest to assume that they all contain smut 😏😉 Enjoy!! 🎃🖤 All of the songs for the fics are from this playlist—

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

October 1st- Begging Kink with Lady Leonora Lesso*

October 2nd- Bondage Kink with Miss Alma Peregrine*

October 3rd- Praise Kink with Lady Alcina Dimitrescu*

October 4th- Gagging Kink with Melissa Schemmenti*

October 5th- Edge Play Kink with Marilyn Thornhill*

October 6th- Sensory Deprivation Kink with Melinda May*

October 7th- Breast Worship Kink with Miranda Hilmarson

October 8th- Daddy Kink with Narcissa Malfoy*

October 9th- Wax Play Kink with Alex Blake

October 10th- Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*

October 11th- Impact Play Kink with Florence*

October 12th- Knife Play Kink with Natasha Romanoff*

October 13th- Collaring Kink with Clarissa Dovey

October 14th- Degradation Kink with Cipher*

October 15th- Voyeurism Kink with Tara Lewis*

October 16th- Mistress Kink with Polly Gray*

October 17th- Biting Kink with Morticia Addams

October 18th- Pet Play Kink with Lucifer Morningstar*

October 19th- Mommy Kink with Mon Mothma*

October 20th- Uniform Kink with Maria Hill

October 21st- Chocking Kink with Regina Mills*

October 22nd- Age Gap Kink with Barbara Howard

October 23rd- Marking/Breeding Kink with Elle Greenaway*

October 24th- Blood Kink with Anna May*

October 25th- Discipline Kink with Lucienne

October 26th- Pain Kink with Captain Phasma*

October 27th- Water Kink with Emily Prentiss

October 28th- Corsetry Kink with Nebula

October 29th- Puppy Play Kink with Bellatrix Lestrange*

October 30th- Innocence Kink with Fennec Shand

October 31st- Exhibitionist Kink with Peggy Carter*

Thanks for sticking around 🖤🎃👻 Leave a comment, reblog a post, message me—I want to hear your thoughts!!

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

[poisonappleeater]

s6 and s7 are reginas peak mommy era imo she was just so FINEEE UGH

[mychildhoodtraumamademeapathetic]

Is it weird I've started mentally comparing Alicent Hightower and Regina Mills? Both were force by their controlling parents to marry a King old enough to be their father because he only has a daughter. Regina's age is never actually confirmed but my headcanon is that she was 18 or 19 when she was married to King Leopold, she certainly didn't want to marry the man and rendered herself permanently sterile so she would never give him more children and to thwart whatever plans her mother had. Alicent didn't have that option she was married off to King Viserys, forced to have babies with him, her children were ignored and her childhood friend was angry that she had married her father and given him more children. Alicent didn't get a choice in her lot in life and had only the power she was given, she was given precious little power and if she had the power Regina had Alicent and her children would have fared so much better. I think Princess Rhaenyra and Princess Snow White were rather alike when their mothers were alive and not in a good way, both were rather spoilt, neither really kind as children, both daddies girls.

[happy-emmdings]

Hometown Goodbye

on AO3

Summary: The car ride from Storybrooke to Henry's new college is a chaotic experience worthy of their chaotic family. Even without the whole royal escort of his family accompanying him into the new environment, three parents and a restless toddler are already quite enough for one small car and a very long ride.

Word count: 3 026

Author’s note: Season 7 canon divergence, in the sense that it ignores the existence season 7. Hope ended up kinda stealing the spotlight in this but... good for her.

It was bound to happen. After years of discovering curses and fighting villains alongside his crazy fairytale family, it was time for Henry Mills to embark on a new journey, wherever it may take him. College life sure did sound like a whole new kind of adventure. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to stick to the plan. Now that the new chapter was just around the corner, the real world suddenly seemed more daunting than a trip to a land full of magical danger. But there is no use getting ahead of oneself, when every journey has to start first. Some start with a curse, some with a long family road trip.

He had already said a proper goodbye to his grandparents and his kid uncle in advance. Luckily, Emma had managed to gently relay to them that he wasn't comfortable with having a whole royal escort of a family accompanying him into the new environment and that yes, he'd remember to call. Three parents and a toddler were already quite enough, especially all in one small car.

"Alright, I think we're good to go," Emma announced as she slammed the trunk of her yellow bug shut.

"Are you sure you have everything, honey? Socks, all your chargers, toothbrush-"

"Mom!" Henry interrupted Regina's endless checklist that she already went over for the third time since she arrived in front of the Swan-Jones' grey house.

"I'm nineteen years old, I packed a toothbrush, okay?" he snapped.

"And your laptop?"

"Yes!"

"And your books?" Emma joined in.

"Yes!"

"And your sword?"

"Ye- No!"

Henry turned back to the house to see Killian descending the stairs with Hope and smirking at him with an amused twinkle in his eyes. He must have found the endless fussing amusing. Easy for him, when he wasn't the victim of it...

"No, Hook, I'm not taking my sword to college. Pretty sure that's not allowed. But I- shit!"

"Language!" both his mothers exclaimed at once as he suddenly bolted inside the house.

"My books," he grumbled hastily, slipping past Killian and running upstairs.

"You mean these?" Killian called after him, lifting up his left arm with a backpack hanging from his hook.

Henry turned around, already at the top of the stairs and rolled his eyes.

"Yep," he confirmed awkwardly and jogged back to take the heavy backpack from his stepdad.

"Thanks," he muttered, when Killian smiled and gave him a teasing wink.

“Now we're good to go!"

"Aye, just gotta put the little pirate princess into her travel throne," Killian said, tickling Hope under her chin, eliciting an adorable giggle and an even cuter attempt at a scary growl from the tiny girl. With almost theatrical courtesy he opened the car door for her, but then he suddenly swept her up without a warning and spun her around, while holding her under his arm like a sack of flour. Little Hope spread her arms and screamed in delight at her daddy's excess.

"Killian, she's gonna be dizzy," Emma protested, but she couldn't hide the soft look in her eyes and the smile that broke through her fatigue like a beam of sunshine hitting water surface and setting it alight with a thousand sparkles.

"Apologies, love," Killian smiled innocently as he finally put his daughter into the car seat and started working on strapping her in.

"If she throws up, you're gonna be the one cleaning it up," Emma added, crossing her arms.

"Are you actually wearing that thing?" Regina gestured to his hook, raising her eyebrows. "We're going to the outside world. Don't you have a fake hand or something?"

"Aye," Killian rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder with an annoyed look.

"But I can't do a bloody thing with that useless hand-shaped piece of wood. So forgive me if I prefer..." he used his hook to pull the seatbelt over Hope who was holding his only hand in her little fingers, trying to take his rings off "...to avail myself of the ability to handle things."

Regina shrugged with a quiet whatever and Killian raised his hook to tickle Hope with it, making her squirm in her seat. Her carefree laughter rang like chimes in the wind and Killian wasn't the only one whose face lit up with a wide smile at the sound.

"Besides, I haven't sharpened it in years," he added, nodding to the blunt tip of the curved appendage.

"Yeah, we all remember Captain Pacifier," Regina scoffed, evoking the memory of Killian's babyproofed hook. When Hope was just a baby, he started wearing a pink piece of plastic on his hook to make it harmless. It just so happened that it also became Hope's favorite thing to stick into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that worked wonders," Emma sighed.

"That it did. But as proud as I am of my pacifying techniques, I never quite grew fond of that particular moniker." Killian shot them an irritated look, but Emma's innocent smile made his eyes soften.

"Okay. Are we ready to go?" Henry chuckled.

Killian sighed in frustration, when Hope managed to slide a black-jeweled ring off his index finger, and gestured for her to give it back. Instead, she raised it to his ear as if trying to see how it would look as an earring.

"Daddy, why you never wear your birthday eawing?" she pouted at him.

"I- uh..." Killian looked up at Emma with a silent plea for help.

"Daddy is saving them for a special occasion, sweetheart," Emma chimed in. "Give him his ring back, we have to go now. Henry doesn't want to be late."

"What is special occasion?" Hope crossed her arms.

"Um, it's when something important happens." Emma explained hastily. "We can chat on the road, baby."

"Today is impowtant," Hope insisted.

"I'd say she has a point," Henry teased, giving his stepdad an innocent smile.

"Daddy, please," Hope pleaded with big puppy eyes as she slipped the stolen ring back onto his finger.

"Love, I'd be delighted to but we don't have time to- oh okay-"

Killian watched the little girl clap her hands in excitement and reach into her pocket to pull out the kitschiest pair of earrings the pirate has ever set his eyes upon in his long life. They were two little silver princess crowns with sparkly hearts at the tips. That would not have been so bad if not for the even more sparkly unicorns dangling from the crowns on short little chains along with a pair of cheap-looking hot pink feathers. For some inexplicable reason, Hope thought they were very elegant and she had convinced Emma to buy them as a birthday gift for her daddy.

Surrendering to his stubborn baby girl with a deep sigh, Killian took off the black earring he was wearing and let her attach the atrocity to his ear. He waited patiently for her to find the hole in his earlobe after a few probing stabs. But he stopped her hand by gently catching it with his hook, when she reached for his other ear.

"I don't have my left ear pierced, darling. And I would prefer not to have it done by that earring."

"Oh… okay,” she shrugged, looking a little sad.

"Here," Killian smiled and carefully put the sparkly accessory on her right ear. "There you go, pirate princess. We're in this together."

"Now we're both pirate princesses," Hope beamed at him and leaned forward to plant a big loud kiss on his nose.

"Whatever you say, love," he smiled wearily and raised her tiny hand to his lips, before finally stepping back and closing the car door, pointedly ignoring the amused looks of the other adults.

"I think you look adorable," Emma teased with her arm around Henry's shoulder and a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Oh, save it, Swan. You know I love her to bits but how can my own blood have such an atrocious sense of style?" he sighed. "Of all the jewelry we could share..."

"She's three, babe. Style isn't necessarily what she's developing right now," Emma chuckled.

"I suppose you're right," Killian shrugged and tugged at the gaudy fake feather. "Let's depart then, shall we?"

"Are you really sure you want to spend hours inside that thing with a three-year-old that is going to get bored in ten minutes?" Regina raised her eyebrows at Emma and Killian.

"I did say we should take the Jolly Roger," Killian shrugged, raising an eyebrow at Henry as if to say the offer still stands.

"No offense to your ship, Killian, but this time it'd be easier to just park right next to the campus," Henry explained. Killian swallowed any offense he might have taken, simply nodded and got into the car.

"You can always take your own car, Regina, if it's a problem," Emma shrugged, "but I am not negotiating with her about this again."

Convincing the Charmings not to tag along was one thing, but trying to explain to a very stubborn toddler that she was most likely not going to enjoy a several hours long car ride proved to be rather impossible. She had already spent the entire previous evening crying because she realized that Henry going to college meant she wouldn't see him for months. She wasn't usually one to throw a tantrum but this time she made up for all the times she had been reasonable. It wasn't until Henry offered to let her come see where he was going to live, so that it wouldn't feel like he disappeared into a void, that her sulky pout turned thoughtful and she nodded her little head.

So now, Henry, his two moms, Killian and little Hope all squeezed into Emma's old yellow bug. Emma was at the wheel, of course, with Killian in the passenger seat. Henry sat in the back between Regina and Hope's car seat and they were on their merry way. Luckily, the Storybrooke's townline released them into the outside world with no side-effects.

"Remember when you brought me here, Henry?" Emma reminisced wistfully.

"Yeah," Henry smiled. "Feels like a whole another life now, doesn't it?"

"Ha! You bet! I can't believe you're all grown up now," she shook her head slightly.

"Me neither," Regina echoed.

"Call if you ever need anything, okay?" Emma said. "But even if you don't. Just call from time to time."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm gonna miss you," Regina smiled at him and smoothed his hair.

"Guys, I'm not going to another realm. I'm gonna be home for Christmas," Henry rolled his eyes.

"Or for a weekend, if you want to visit sooner," Emma shrugged.

"It sure won't be the same, taking the Jolly out on the water without my trusted first mate," Killian said, turning in his seat to look at him with a little smile.

"Yeah, I'll miss that too," Henry assured him. "But I'll see you all before you know it. I'm ready for the next adventure now."

"Preferably one without evil witches or fairies," Emma scoffed.

"Or rogue authors," Henry added.

"Or nasty demon boys," Killian smirked.

"Or dragons or dark wizards," Regina continued.

"Okay guys, now you're making it sound boring," Henry frowned.

"If you ever miss haywire magic, you know where to find it, kid," Emma chuckled.

"I guess," Henry smirked. "Just don't get all cursed or something while I'm gone."

"We'll try our best, lad," Killian promised jokingly.

Even if the last few years had been rather peaceful for Storybrooke's standards, life was never entirely 'normal' in their small cursed town. Even without dark curses and grand evil schemes, magical shenanigans still kept the sheriff's department busy sometimes. However, nothing too life-threating has happened in the last five years, so what would once have been a real peril, was now easily converted into an inside joke. For a second Henry almost regretted making it though, as a quiet little voice in the back of his head whispered an anxious what if... But he shook his head and pushed it away. No, there have been enough curses already. They have won every fight so far and it was time for a peaceful chapter in their lives. His family would be just fine.

———

Despite their initial worries, Hope was enjoying the car ride more than anyone. She made up for not being able to run around with swinging her legs ceaselessly and when she wasn't chattering, she provided everyone with music. Hope, the self-proclaimed shanty girl, filled any moment of silence with one of her songs made up in the spur of a moment. Ignoring Regina's exasperated sighs, Emma praised Hope's singing voice. Even if it was getting a little tiresome, Emma still found it incredibly cute and the way Hope's little face lit up in the rear-view mirror at the words of encouragement melted Emma's heart. The lyrics were mostly nonsensical even from the start but after an hour, even her tireless creativity was running out and she simply started filling gaps in her songs with endless yo-ho-hos.

"Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!" she added loudly to the end of her latest car shanty, clapping her hands on her knees and nudging Henry to do the same.

An unsure frown appeared on Emma's face as she titled her head thoughtfully. She glanced at her husband with suspicious eyes.

"Isn't that from the song about fifteen dead guys?" she whispered to him.

"You mean Fifteen Men on a Deadman's Chest, love?" he asked, innocently scratching behind his ear.

"Why do you sing about fifteen dead guys to our toddler, Killian?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

"I don't," Killian lifted his hand defensively.

"Yo, ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum!" Hope shouted happily from the backseat.

"Maybe she heard you sing it in the shower," Henry suggested, leaning forward to join the conversation.

As if on cue, Hope clapped her hands. "Sing with me, daddy! Our song! Mommy you too!"

Emma gave Killian a pointed look before turning her eyes back to the road.

"Alright, I might have sung it a couple times," he admitted, his voice making a little squeaky sound as he put on an innocent smile.

"Don’t worry, she made some… adjustments to it," he added.

"Daddy, sing!"

“Please don’t,” Regina groaned silently.

Emma lifted her eyebrows again, this time with her eyes still on the windshield. The corner of her mouth quirked up a little in amusement as Hope began the song which consisted of mostly gibberish. Killian joined in for the chorus, which changed almost every time, one of the versions being:

"Fifteen beans in a princess chest Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum Sheriff star, sword and a pretty dress Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum”

Together, Killian and Hope made up a long list of various things that the princess had in her chest. Among other things there were fifteen rings, fifteen teeth or fifteen cats. Killian added a sextant, map and a gold compass, while Hope came up with strawberry ice cream ‘cause it’s the best, and of course yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum. “It’s the best” turned out to be her go-to rhyme. Emma started singing along with them and even Henry joined for the part of the chorus that remained the same.

“Careful before you raise an alcoholic,” Regina muttered, equally annoyed and amused by the situation.

“It’s just a song,” Emma waved her hand.

“She doesn’t want to drink rum, right love?” Killian said, looking at Hope over his shoulder.

“It’s bleh!” she shook her head furiously.

“I may or may not have tricked her into taking cough drops by promising her a real pirate’s drink,” Killian whispered into Emma’s ear. “Rest assured, her curiosity was sated.”

Henry caught that and made a mental note to replace the rum in Killian’s flask with cough medicine the next time he’d declare him a prank war. Emma shook her head with a chuckle.

“I thought you didn’t use trickery on women,” she quipped.

“Only when their little throats are sore and they refuse treatment,” he explained with a conspiratorial wink.

Eventually, Hope’s supply of songs was exhausted and she decided to occupy herself with trying to dismantle her doll. Henry started scrolling mindlessly through his phone with his thoughts wandering to the future of almost scary normalcy that awaited him at their destination. Every once in a while, he let his eyes get captivated by the landscape running past them outside the window in endless smudged stripes of green and grey and blue. He spun his pen between his fingers. He had a habit of keeping it in his pocket these days. Ever since he finally finished his second volume of Storybrooke’s history, he has had a strange itch to write something new, though he couldn’t figure out exactly what. He wondered if bidding his hometown goodbye was the answer or if there even was any inspiration for him in a world without magic. But perhaps it was precisely the lack of magic that had inspired him to first start seeking it out. Perhaps his own realm had its own lessons to teach him. He just still wasn’t quite sure how good he was going to be at being an adult in a normal world after growing up as a boy who’d been to Neverland and Camelot among other places. His fake memories of a normal life with Emma from the year after Pan’s curse felt more like a vague, distant, elusive dream, but he had some recollection of what it would have been like to have been a regular kid. But if the years that have passed since then have proved anything, it was that he was anything but. He just hoped he could find a way to fit in in his own world. He spun the pen again. Well, if he couldn’t, there were always other worlds to explore. And he just happened to know a town in Maine full of secrets and haywire magic that could be a gateway to any new adventure he’d pick.

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Clearing out my drafts - this one was started from a prompt on my original Daggzandarrows Tumblr account (which I stupidly deactivated *cries in soooo many lost fics*)

“Baby Peanut’s magic”

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“If we suppress it, it will only hurt her in the long run.” Regina explained, her patience running thin because they'd talked about this for so long now and, as much as she loved Robin, he just wasn’t getting it. “She needs to learn to control it now, while she's young lest she lose control and, god forbid, kill someone.”

“She wouldn't.”

“Not on purpose, Robin,” she amended on a tired sigh. The kids were due home soon and the chance to speak so openly with him was quickly dwindling. “You know her temper. At least if she understood what it was, she'd be prepared.”

He shook his head, still pacing in front of the window as she watched from her place on the sofa. “I just…” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don't want her to turn out like-”

“Like me?” It stung, penetrated deep and flooded her veins like acid.

His pace slowed as he turned his head to look at her, a look of horror on his face, “What? No! That's not-”

“Magic is in her blood just as it is mine, Robin. Regardless of who birthed her, Mills’ blood runs through her veins. You cannot condone my magic yet condemn Zelena’s because they are one and the same.”

“Regina, I-”

“If you'll excuse me,” she interrupted briskly, swallowing thickly as tears glistened in eyes that wouldn't lift to look at him, “I need to make a start on dinner.”

————

“Is Mom sick?” Henry frowned as he watched Regina walk from the room, the plate of food in her hands barely touched unlike the children's empty plates she’d stacked beneath her own.

Robin swallowed guiltily, his own food inedible with the way his stomach was knotted. She'd barely looked at him since before dinner and had immersed herself in the children when they'd bounded through the front door, full of joy and caked in dirt having spent the afternoon in the forest with Robin’s men.

He felt awful.

“I think she's just a little tired, Henry.”

“She looks sad,” Scarlett frowned worriedly with eyes still on the door through which her mother had walked, “do you think she'd like a hug, Daddy?”

He couldn't help but smile with absolute affection at his daughter’s words, nodding his head as he replied, “I think she'd love that, darling.”

————

Her shoulders shook with her silent sobs as she pressed her face harder against her legs, wrapping her arms tighter around her knees and berating herself for getting so worked up over something she knew Robin hadn't meant.

He loved her, loved every single part of her - he'd spent many years now reaffirming that belief in her - and she knew that included her magic, he was just worried that it would corrupt their girl like it had done Zelena and Regina both and his fear wasn’t irrational...it was just unnecessary.

He didn’t understand how frightened Scarlett would be should she feel that first surge of power without knowledge of what it was or where it came from. There’d been many a night in which Regina had stood watching in the doorway of their daughter’s room as her dreams had been magically projected onto the ceiling, chuckling softly as her teddy bears had danced about the room in a way that had been strangely elegant.

It was beautiful, their daughter’s magic, but it could change and Regina wanted her to be prepared for that in a way that she herself hadn’t been.

There was a tug on her fingers that startled her, eyes wide as she lifted her head to blink wetly at the very person she'd been thinking of staring concernedly back at her.

“Why are you crying, Mama?”

She’d inherited magic from Regina’s side of the family but had most certainly inherited Robin’s ability to move silently when he wanted to. “Oh, I just stubbed my toe, sweetheart,” she replied and she hated lying but this was not something she was ready to discuss with their daughter yet, not until she and Robin were agreed on the best course of action. “It really stung.”

Eyes as blue as her father’s but as expressive as her own blinked back at her, a shadow of suspicion there as Scarlett looked to her bare feet and back again.

She changed the subject - or at least her daughter’s train of thought - by holding out her arms to Scarlett and asking, “Can Mama have a hug? It’ll make me feel much better.” And that was no lie.

Dimples dented chubby little cheeks as Scarlett nodded and reached arms up towards Regina, giggling wildly when she tickled at her sides as she lifted her onto the bed and placed her in the gap between legs now crossed, folding her arms tight around her daughter’s waist as small arms wrapped around her neck in turn.

Regina threaded her fingers through strawberry blonde curls and held Scarlett’s face to her neck as she cried quietly, trying to keep her shaking to a minimum. Their daughter was good in spite of her conception. Inherently good and that wasn’t only because of Robin but because of her too. She knew that even on her worst days.

They’d raised her in the right way - Zelena’s visits were still supervised even now and they’d never heard anything to be cautious of but it would remain that way lest she even dare think she could corrupt the goodness in Scarlett’s heart - but Regina knew the lure of dark magic. Knew how it could whisper in your ear and wrap around your heart.

It was a chance they weren’t willing to take where Zelena was concerned despite Regina’s own desire for a change in her sister much like her own. There was simply too much to lose.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, Mama?”

Her heart ached in her chest as she stroked her fingers through Scarlett’s hair and nodded, “Of course you can, my darling.”

————

She wasn’t sure of the time nor how long she’d been asleep but when she blinked open heavy eyes, she found Robin to be sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room watching them sleep. He looked exhausted and completely guilt-stricken. It was automatic and instinctual for her to lift a hand from Scarlett’s back and hold it out to him.

Robin didn’t hesitate to cross the small distance to the bed and slip carefully beneath the covers, instantly leaning up and over their daughter to press a kiss to Regina’s lips. “I am so sorry, my love.”

Regina shushed him gently, accepting another lingering kiss from him before she lay her head back down onto the pillow and watched as he did the same after dropping a kiss into Scarlett’s sleep-mussed curls. They lay in silence for a long moment, just soaking in the tiny child in their arms and the joy she brought to all of their lives much like her brothers before her. A child not born of Regina, much like the other two, but just as embedded in her heart.

“She may be Mills by blood,” Regina began quietly, shushing him gently when he moved to apologise, to tell her he hadn’t meant that. “But she’s also a Locksley by heart and soul. She’s so good, Robin. Much of the darkness in both Zelena and myself was out there by years of neglect. We chased that with a need to be loved by people who didn’t have the capacity to and that in turn bred abuse and an acceptance that that was what we deserved…until we couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“That dark path was a choice both Zelena and I took. I was simply lucky enough to find people to pull me back from that, to make me realise that there was so much more for me to find in the light.” She pressed a kiss to Scarlett’s temple when the girl snuggled deeper into her hole without waking before continuing. “One day Zelena might realise that too - maybe she’s already leaning that way, only time will tell…but Scarlett will never have to wonder if she is loved because we show her everyday. She will never feel alone because she has a whole army of people behind her. And she will never feel scared because we are going to tell her the truth.”

“Within reason,” Robin laughed softly, and she breathed a laugh in return because yes, some things she didn’t need to know just yet. But others…

“I suspect she already knows she can do special things or at least sense it, I began to suspect at her age,” she smiled down at the angelic features so relaxed in sleep, reminded of Henry at that age and Roland too, not yet aware of how dangerous or scary the world could be. “I just don’t want her to fear what is a part of her. I don’t want her to resent her magic, not when we can prepare her for it, when I can teach her to wield it properly.”

“I know,” Robin moved forward to capture her lips in a kiss that said so much more than he could. It was full of apology, of compassion and of promise. She was not alone. He stayed close when he allowed the kiss to break, stroking a hair through Scarlett’s curls. “I don’t want her scared either. I want her to feel confident in who she is, to know she can be whoever she wants to and we’ll always be there to catch her if she falls…it’s just…”

“Scary?”

He nodded, relief colouring his features that he was finally communicating what he’d been trying to say earlier. “I have absolutely no doubt that you will keep her safe, Regina. I trust you implicitly.”

She smiled tenderly at him, eyes moving over his face for a long moment before she admitted, “It scares the hell out of me too, Robin…” and then, “but the thought of Scarlett disliking or even fearing any part of herself scares me more.”

Robin leaned in once more to press a kiss to her forehead, cupping the back of her head as he moved in closer to hold his two favourite girls as he pressed his forehead to her own and promised, “Then her lessons start tomorrow. Let’s show our daughter another of the beautiful things about herself to love.”

And with those words, another dark shadow began to fade from Regina’s bruised heart as she closed her eyes and cuddled close to her family. Her world.

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Charming: Look! I got B in my blood test!

Regina: That’s good, at least your blood is smarter than you.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

David has a fair fucking point 😂😂😂😂

I love henry. I just love him so much. Everything is just so pure for him.

Emma swan I doubt your mother would approve of you being a LIAR!

Okay but hiding it in a book with the Dewey decimal code is a good idea.

Poor belle, "Were we friends?" No babe, she wants your lover dead.

But when are you going to start being careful about using magic?? Or at least closing the door?!

A dream catcher, again, another memory thing? Like with pongo?

You're in for it emma if rumplestiltskin can tell you're lying.

Well shit.

He went all misery on himself.

Not before he had another rage room moment. They NEED to invest those for Storybrooke.

Also forgot proper appreciation for his outfit. very nice.

Rumplestiltskin is going a little fucking feral here and NOT in a good way. On one hand, can't blame him. He's inches from finding bae. But on the other belle would NOT approve.

His fucking face when he sees bae is BREAKING ME.

He's so fuxking happy about his son.

But fuuuuuuck.

Here comes nasty milah.

It was for bae milah! Not because he was afraid of dying he was afraid to leave bae without a father.

Which he ended up doing anyway technically but potato tomato.