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justanoutlawfic · 5 years

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Time Heals Wounds: An Outlaw Queen Ficlet

Summary: Regina is at a loss when Henry begins pushing her away in his search to find his biological family. On an online adoption forum, she finds a fellow adoptive parent, Robin.

For Day 7 (Sunday) of @oqpromptparty: #52 (Letters) and #123 (Robin consoles Regina after one of their kids yells “you’re not my real mom.”)

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Regina had never thought she was one to need support groups or anything of the sort. Despite her social worker warning her that it was a difficult process, she was determined to make it work on her own. Besides, she had her own support system. Even though she had no biological family to speak of anymore, there was Mary Margaret and David who were parents themselves, Liam Gold and Mal-respective single mother and father. Sure, neither of the latter had done it through adoption (Liam’s wife had left him for a sailor and Mal had chosen to get a sperm donor), but she had plenty of support. That’s what she clung to and it was enough, for the first 10 years anyway.

Yes, for the first 10 years of sleepless nights, dirty diapers, nightmares, lullabies, Goodnight Moon, action figures, homework and more, she had her support system to fall back on. They were all parents who got it. They had kids who were either Henry’s age or a bit older, so they understood what she was going through. It takes a village was a bit cliché for her taste, but they had developed a bit of a community between themselves. Playdates, sleepovers, holidays, soccer games and so much more were spent together, where they could all understand one another. Even Mary Margaret and David, the odd married couple, seemed to fit in and offered some kind of perspective when one of the singles would venture out and date. Plus, it meant that they were the go-to sitters for that time.

Then, Henry uttered the words that Regina hadn’t known she had been dreading.

“You’re not my real mom!”

She and Henry were going through a rough patch, that just seemed to start off by pre-teen angst. Everything was an argument and he was grunting a lot more, rather than smiling. Regina swore that she was supposed to have a few more years before she had this version of her son, but Mal assured her that this was normal. Lily had begun pulling away from her around the same age and there was nothing she could do but remind her daughter that she needed to respect her mother, while also being there to lend an ear. So, that was what Regina had done for Henry. Things didn’t get better, but they were manageable at first, or so she thought anyway.

Then Henry started digging into his biological history. He had always known that he was adopted, Regina had never wanted to keep it a secret. She found age appropriate ways to bring it up since he was a toddler. However, there wasn’t much she could share with him. Regina had started the process with her husband but Daniel passed away a year before she got that call. While the agency hadn’t minded the change, a lot of perspective mothers had. Regina and Daniel began looking for an open adoption, but it ended with a call from a woman who wanted a closed one and didn’t even want to meet Regina. Henry could reach out at 18, but that was about it. In Henry’s 10-year-old mind, that was all his mother’s fault.

After yet another failed called with the agency, Henry blew up yet again. Regina tried to get him to calm down, but it failed and ended with those dreaded five words. She was left standing stunned, while he looked angrier than she had ever seen.

“Well,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I certainly feel real.” Henry didn’t respond, he simply blinked. She knew he was angry and deep down, that he didn’t mean it, but if she didn’t send him away, that he’d say something worse that he couldn’t take back. “You need time to cool off. Go to your room.”

For once, she didn’t receive any back talk. He turned around and stormed up the stairs, heading straight for his room. The minute his door slammed shut, Regina allowed the tears to fall and she ran her fingers through her hair. He was only 10, she tried to remind herself. He didn’t mean it; he was going through a rough time and he needed some help adjusting. She could get him some therapy, yes, she knew a great therapist.

Once her plan for Henry was sorted, she allowed herself to fall apart. She sunk down onto the grey ottoman and let herself cry, burying her face into her hands. For the past 10 years, Henry had been her entire life. She hadn’t thought of anything much outside of him. Now, it seemed like he wanted anything but her. It wasn’t odd for a kid for his age range, but there was more there than just typical pre-teen angst, more than anyone in her friend group could help her with. Even Mal knew her sperm donor, Lily wrote him letters and saw him once or twice a year. He wasn’t a father by any means, but he was there. Liam could tell Bae anything he wanted to know about Milah. Mary Margaret and David didn’t even have to worry about this at all when it came to their kids. Adoption was a whole other ball game.

For the first time in a long time, Regina felt seriously alone in parenting.

She allowed herself to wallow in pity for a bit, before going into the kitchen and pouring some red wine. A glass and a half, along with two bars of the good Spanish dark chocolate in, and she was Googling about the situation at hand. She somehow found herself on a forum for adoption, with different parents discussing it. As she was reading through the responses, one stuck out to her in particular. It was a man, who also had adopted as a single parent.

Regina settled onto the bar stool, setting down her glass and staring at the screen. He explained that his son had said this to him and he had simply let the little kid come to him. It had only been about an hour since Henry had said those heart shattering words to her and she had been debating making his favorites. Clicking on his profile (arrowman301), she decided to make her own to contact him.

Robin finished up the last line of the book, glancing down at Roland as he did. A smile tugged across his lips when he realized that his son was fast asleep. He set the book down onto the nightstand, pressed a kiss to his forehead before carefully getting out bed and sneaking out of the bedroom, as to not wake him up. Roland slept a lot better since he had when he first came to live with him, but he was still cautious, the little boy was such a light sleeper.

He got that from his mother.

Robin could feel his smile growing sad, but fought it off. He walked into the living room and tidied up the various action figures, Legos and cars, doing his best not to accidentally step on anything that made noise. Today had been a good day, one of many lately. There had been more sunshine stickers vs. the raincloud ones, an improvement from the year before. A lot had certainly changed in what seemed like a short period of time now that things were better, but it hadn’t felt like it during the adjustment period.

Once the living room was tidied up, he headed into the kitchen. He settled into booth that surrounded the cozy breakfast nook and flipped open his laptop. As he scanned his e-mails, he realized he had an update from the adoption forum he hadn’t touched over the past few months. He would’ve just ignored it, if it hadn’t been in response to the topic so close to his heart.

Her username was applequeen815 and she had a standard avatar, the account made a mere hour prior. The message was carefully typed and clearly passionate, even from the start.

arrowman301,

I read your post with your advice towards the woman who’s daughter had told her that she wasn’t her “real mom”. I was wondering how you stayed that strong during all of that? My son just told me this tonight and it’s taking all I have to not rush up there and hug him tight and never let go. This is probably silly to admit to a stranger; I just can’t imagine opening up to anyone else like this. I don’t have anyone else in my “real world” that gets adoption.

-Regina

Robin’s heart warmed at this message. He could feel the plight of this mother and understood what it was like to have no one that really understood. He had John, Mulan, Merida and Will, but they weren’t kid people much less the type to know much about adoption. That forum had been his saving grace for last minute questions he had in between meetings with his social worker. From the green dot on her profile he knew that Regina was still online, so he decided to write her back.

Regina,

Don’t feel weird writing me at all. I totally get not having anyone in your “real world” to talk about this with. Despite adoption being so common worldwide, I’ve found it’s not so much in friend and family circles. I don’t frequent this forum as often as I did when I officially adopted my son, but I’ll be happy to help you through this.

First off, I’m sorry you had to hear this and that you’re going through it. I’m sure it had to hurt. Know he doesn’t mean it. He’ll tell you that, at some point. Whether it’s today or tomorrow or whenever. You’re his mom and he loves you. You’re the one that’s cared for him.

Second, the patience wasn’t easy, but I knew that anything else would’ve just angered him more. I let him stew in his feelings. In my son-Roland’s case-his mama had just died. Our case is a bit unique. His mama and I were always very good friends when she got sick. I agreed to adopt him when she passed. He was four at the time and struggled greatly. We found our footing.

I don’t know your situation with your son, but you will too.

-Robin

Regina woke up the next morning, Robin’s words washed over her. She kept in mind as she made breakfast and while she fixed some coffee. It wasn’t easy, but just as she had done everything over the past 10 years, it was for Henry. She made a call to Archie, not just for Henry, but for herself too.

The door opened halfway through the eggs frying in the pan and the coffee gurgling in the pot. Socks dragged down the stairs and into the kitchen. Regina didn’t turn around, remembering Robin’s words to let Henry come to her. She tended to the breakfast, watching out of the corner of her eye as Henry dropped into the chair at the table. He was watching her intently, his face showing that he hadn’t slept very much.

“Mom?”

Regina paused. “Yes?”

“I…I’m sorry. I still want to know more, but I shouldn’t have said that. You’re…you’re my mom.”

Regina shut off the stove and turned around. “Yes, I am. I always will be, no matter what.” She walked over and settled down beside him, taking hold of his hand. “We’re going to get through this, Henry. I promise”

Henry nodded. “I love you, Mom.”

Regina felt her heart crack open. “I love you too, my little prince. More than you’ll ever know.”

She wrapped him into her arms and kissed the top of his head, inhaling the top of his head as she did.

Once the hug was through, she finished up breakfast and got a ding on her phone. An e-mail from the adoption forum, indicating she had a message from Robin. He was asking how things were going. She grinned and clicked on his profile, noticing he put that he lived in New Glouster, Maine, which was only about 45 minutes away from Storybrooke.

Robin,

It’s going well. Maybe we could meet up for some coffee sometime to talk about this stuff, halfway?

-Regina

Only 5 minutes later, she got a reply.

I’d love to.

#outlaw queen #oq #oqpromptparty2019 #robin hood #regina mills #ouat #once upon a time

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philcreateddan · 7 years

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Get drunk on the good life

title: get drunk on the good life

words: 1978

warnings: none

aditional tags: holidays, bryony/wirrow, implied smut

Boys enjoying their mediterranean holiday. Based on this liveshow.

A couple of drops fall from the cocktail glass on his leg. The drink’s ice is starting to melt under the heating and Dan thinks same. His skin is not as bad as that time. He takes any measure necessary to never ever end up like that time. No, his skin has taken a faint tan, darkened by freckles and silkily moist due humidity.

There is an insect, diminutive and green he doesn’t notice crawling up his leg. He is staring in front of him where Phil, hiding under a parasol, is blushing. His eyes behind his glasses are wide open and the way his mouth just opened gives for granted he just gasped. Dan lifts an eyebrow, thinks if walking there is worth it when Phil glances to his sides making sure no one is near. Dan stands up then.

Before his shadow touches him, Phil is looking up and closing the large book on his lap. He smiles, his skin still flustered. Dan takes a sip of his cocktail, the fruity taste mixed with alcohol enjoyed by his palate, and offers the glass to Phil in silence.

“Thanks.”

On his hand lingers the icy left from the glass as Phil takes it. Dan puts it on Phil��s cheek to cool the skin off a bit.

“Is Buffy naked?” he asks because if it is then he would gladly copy that image to hang on their livingroom. Being a good, supportive friend of course.

“Nope.” Phil takes another sip of the drink. “Unexpected boobs and possible bestiality.” He says not skipping a beat.

Dan takes the book and sits on the next chair. “Now that would have made one hell of a season finale.”

Phil is already shoving his hands away to find the page. “I doubt Michelle Trach-Trat…”

“Trachtenberg.”

“Her. Would have agreed to look like this. Let alone a man ride her.”

Dan finally sees the whole page dedicated to the drawing of a girl centaur. Phil looks a bit weary that someone will catch them which makes him snort.

“Well Phil, let’s not kink-shame the man. Any other position might be extra difficult… or impossible.” Phil gives him a look while Dan acts as if he is reading intensively.

Finally after a moment, and after drinking more than half of Dan’s cocktail, Phil shrugs.

“I don’t know Dan. Hetero people are willing to try the weirdest shit as long as something has boobs.”

Dan’s screech of his name followed by laughter are loud enough to be heard on the ocean.

Compared next to each other, Phil has, if only a tiny bit, of a tan. The rest is freckles. Millions and millions of freckles Dan once tried to count and only reached to fifty before giving up and chose to trace them by touch and taste instead.

Now he only observes them. Traces figures on them from time to time before they blanch back up with the skin inevitably when they go back home. Laughs softly at the obvious difference of tones contouring where shorts have denied access to the sun.

“Shut up.” Phil, probably guessing his line of thoughts, snarls at him which only makes it funnier given the position he is in. Sprawled, face down on their bed. Sheets with colorful flowers tangled on his legs. Dan’s mouth down on his body kissing him sinfully just a moment ago.

Dan sits back up on his heels to kiss the pale white skin on his bum. “Let’s sunbathe naked tomorrow.” Phil wiggles a little as his hands bluntly stroke his inner thighs.

“Is the rest of my body not enough? You want my butt or my dick covered in freckles?”

“Both.” He bites the skin on his hip. “Makes you lovely.”

“I am lovely.”

Dan smiles. “Lovelier. I want this pretty buns” his gropes them possessively “to be covered in dots so I can kiss all of them.”

“I’ll google a nudity beach we can rent next time now hurry up.”

“But you love it when I talk.”

“I also love that tongue being more productive on me.” Phil looks back, his face flushed and sweaty. It’s been a long, lazy night.

Dan groans and goes down again and works his tongue’s worth until Phil is screaming on the pillow and his body is thrusting on the sheets, legs twitching in pleasure. Only stops when Phil stops shaking and sighs with content. Dan crawls back up to kiss his ear, weights him down like a blanket with his body which is uncomfortable because of the heat.

“Get off, you’re breaking my back.”

“Am not. Am shielding your body from mosquitoes.”

“You’re a mosquito.”

Dan thinks for a minute. “That’s a kink we haven’t tried yet.”

“Dan. Get off.”

Dan rolls to the other side of the bed, watches as his man stands up to stretch as long as he is, fingers touching the ceiling, a few cracking noises coming from his column. Sees the opportunity. Takes it head on.

“Nice diving posture, Philip.”

Phil’s smile is wide, amused, kissable if Dan’s mouth wasn’t already tired or if he wasn’t so damn far on the other extreme of the bed.

“I was thinking on taking lessons when we go back home.” His tone teasing.

“If you grow the same abs as your teacher please go ahead. Start tomorrow.”

“We could hang out. The four of us.” He is taking the violated towel that had been under his hip. They weren’t their sheets to mark up after all.

Dan thinks about it. Really thinks about it. Of that winky face and how Bryony had laughed to tears at Phil’s astonishment, and how it had taken them at least five minutes to figure out a reply diplomatic and funny enough for the internet and Tom Daley to see (mostly trying to avoid any use of gifs or inappropriate animal emojis on Phil’s insistence).

“DM Tom. Maybe they are free next week.” He says with a yawn. “Don’t send the starfish emoji.”

Phil is still pouting as he gets back in bed which only manages to make Dan climb back on him to kiss it away.

“You two are the most boring husbands I’ve ever seen.” Bryony’s voice startles Dan a little. An obvious reaction as he has spent about two hours reading a crime novel in complete silence. Phil, also reading on an armchair next to him pokes his tongue out at her.

“We can’t all be as fabulous as you Bry.”

“Words from a wise man.” She says, pulling Phil up by his hand “Come on. Be my personal photographer.”

Phil whines, resisting with false strength. “But I’m sleepy.” He whispers already giving up his Buffy comics on the table next to him. Barely manages to give Dan a pleading look receiving in response a shrug and a simple shout of sunscreen.

Dan snorts when he is alone again. Holidays are good for them to rest and hide from social media just enough, to breathe in different air and co-live with another couple of good friends along with moderate alcohol and music. It also means doing it like horny teenagers.

In his defense, Phil’s skin acquires an impossibly heated scent whenever he is exposed long enough to sun and water. It’s another scent on frosty parts but sunny Phil is a favorite of him. Taking naps during the day to have long, prolonged, teasing sex is, for Dan, as natural and common as swimming by now.

Makes a mental note to thank his mom for the book recommendation and decides it’s a good time to take a nap.

He loves Phil. The degree of his adoration towards the man startles and worries him sometimes, but loves him nonetheless. Phil who can blend so easily with the other tourists with his short sleeved button up and dark three quarter shorts. Phil with his quiff and sweaty forehead, skin less pale white. Phil stinking next to him.

Their friends have been laughing for at least two minutes now as Dan wrinkles dramatically his nose not even exaggerating to be funny.

“I’ll let you know not even one tiny bug has crawled my skin since we arrived.” He narrows his eyes “And no, not even the waiter wants to come near me either but that should be taken as a positive thing at least for you Dan. Call it the ‘prevent being flirted on by humans and bugs’ repellent.”

“Fuck Phil. I prefer sharing.”

“No, you don’t.” Phil says rolling his eyes at him.

Dan shugs. No, he doesn’t. Depends on the situation, maybe.

“Maybe you can sit on another table. Or outside. Ruin every mosquito’s meal as well.” Bryony suggests with Wirrow agreeing next to her.

“Shut up or I’ll rub myself on you.” The couple erupts with laughter again.

Looks back at Dan who only shifts a bit to his left.

“Daniel do you use a fucking nose clip to have sex with him?”

“True love knows no stench.” Wirrow says as serious as he can.

Dan is shaking his head as he sips on his water before replying “I have a choking kink remember? It gets me off, not breathing.”

Phil groans and slumps on the table face on his hands. “I hate you all.”

Dan pats his back with a fork. The repellent isn’t strong enough to repel him entirely at least.

His whole body is unknotting, pulse slowing down, respiration getting steadier with every passing moment. Short spams makes his hip thrust back up in aftershock of his orgasm. Phil sighs with every spam, still buried deep inside of him. Sometimes Dan has convinced him to stay there. To feel him soften inside. It makes Dan bite his lip when he remembers.

They let the windows open to get the ocean breeze in and it makes Dan’s skin, glowering with sweat, shiver a little now.

He looks up at Phil’s face as he pulls himself out. His gorgeous face flushed and a satisfied smirk almost invisible on his mouth. Dan is boneless tired, as physically and emotionally exposed as he gets with Phil, but finds the strength to pull his man down for another long kiss. Phil’s hands massages his thighs, their kiss wet and messy and Dan wants to fall asleep right then, with their bodies just like that.

“Do you love me?” he whispers. Phil looks at him, eyes shining impossibly blue with the moon’s light. Serious for a moment before narrowing them.

Rolls away from Dan, burrito’ing himself with the sheets as he does, the bastard. “Nope.”

“Phil.”

“Already asleep. Goodnight.”Phil fakes a snore, then another, ignoring the stabbing finger poking his arm.

“Phiiiil. Come on. You tired me out.” Dan whines.

“I made you come twice Daniel. I’m not spoiling you anymore.” Dan chuckles at that along a resigned sigh. He could try harder, not even that much to be honest, and get his way. Did it most of the time. Groans as loudly as possible and stands up from bed instead because he can be good like that sometimes.

“You twat. I’m ordering sushi and eating it in front of your beloved fish tomorrow.” The chill makes his shiver even more before he manages to close the windows. A pillow hits his back then.

“That’s unnecessarily cruel!” Phil shrieks “They’ve done nothing to you!”

Dan throws the pillow back, hitting Phil’s face. Sings with a deep tone “One day when the boss get hungry. Guess who’s gon’ be on the plate?” climbing back on bed as Phil kicks him.

“Go sleep already, you get sadistic past three am.”

“It’s satan’s hour after all.”

“Dan.”

“But I’m hungry.”

Phil hesitates for a moment. “What could we eat?”

Dan smiles “Virgins.”

“Goodnight.”

He is still laughing while cuddling the older one to sleep. Full time enjoying a holiday meant this for him. Different air, different weather, different backgrounds for pictures. Same man on his arms.

Yes. Dan thinks for the fiftieth time, he is happy. Quite bloody happy.

#phanfic #phanfiction #phan fluff #phan smutt #i mean smuttish #singing whats a plot what the hell is that i dont knooow i just write random shiiit #yeah

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