Okay…anon, I can’t give you Part 9 yet, but I can give you this. I wrote it awhile ago, but it was never published and it’s been sitting in my drafts, apparently waiting for the right day. It was inspired by this pic – possibly my favourite ever photo of JCap – and I hope it makes your bad day at least slightly better :)
Arizona was forty-seven years old when she won the Harper Avery, joining some of the youngest female doctors to ever have the honour – joining her wife, who had won it the year before.
Where Callie’s award had been for innovation – for brilliant research, discoveries that had changed the medical world – Arizona’s was for compassion. For pioneering new surgical techniques, and broadening her entire field, and saving unborn children when nobody else in the world would attempt it.
Their careers had skyrocketed once they were back together again, the love between them fueling their energy and their vision, and they drew inspiration from each other – from the happiness that consumed them.
Callie couldn’t have been more proud as she watched her wife cross the stage, her eyes radiant and her smile lighting up the entire ballroom. She was dressed in tailored black pants and a perfectly fitted jacket, a cream coloured blouse flowing beneath it. Her hair was pinned up and her lipstick was red, and as the light hit her at the podium a simple gold chain glittered at her neck. Callie lifted her hand, almost on instinct, to finger the identical heart laying on her own chest – as if it would give Arizona strength, as if it would support her, convey the admiration and love pounding in Callie’s heart.
Sofia leaned in, smiling as she watched her mother stand up in front of them.
“Mom looks beautiful.”
The older brunette squeezed her daughter’s thigh, acknowledging the comment, but her eyes refused to leave the woman on stage, even for a second. She wanted to remember this, to photograph the moment in her mind.
“Mom always looks beautiful.”
She gave her speech and the audience exploded in applause – Dr. Arizona Robbins-Torres had a reputation, after all – she was loved, and respected, and a glowing example of the medical community. She was known for being a surgeon, and known for being a mother, a philanthropist. She was known for being half of one of the most incredible couples in the country. She was known for being a rockstar.
But the only place Arizona’s gaze could focus was on her wife and her daughter, their table set near the middle of the room, their matching smiles beaming through the shadows. They were incredible, and they were her inspiration. Everything she did was because she had them.
Blue eyes met brown, and Callie nodded softly, the silent motion conveying a million words at once – conveying exactly what Arizona was thinking.
i am emotional and defensive of anakin like he was dealt a pretty fuckin difficult hand in life he was born into slavery he was haunted by darkness and resisted for so long and he was just trying to save his wife and unborn children and in the end he destroyed the empire to save his son like he does not deserve to be called a weak whiny brat
Guys I get it, Rumple is terrible. You see that man there? He took all the magic from Storybrooke to save his wife and unborn child. He bought her an expensive hotel room and intended to show her the world like she always wanted. He’s doing everything in his power to help her and their unborn child, yeah, Snowing is in that mess because of Rumple. Rumple’s actions totally lead to them being trapped. Rumple is terrible to save a pregnant Belle, the love of his life, mother of his child.
nitavonteese requested a story where Robin is the only member of the Hood-Mills family without magic.
Like any child growing up in world of magic, Robin grew up
hearing the popular mantra that all magic comes at a price—and it was always
reiterated that the price would always be far too steep to pay, magic should be
avoided. But he didn’t have to be told; he wasn’t curious about it, never
caring to learn its way and dabble in it for a chance to better his lot in
life. Instead, he was leery of it, seeing most of its practitioners as shady
figures that used their magical power to further their own wants, never using
it for the greater good. They were selfish, fueled by greed and cheaters who
bent the rules to fit their favor; they were not to be trusted.
Twice he’s strayed from his steadfast aversion to magic—once
to save his wife and unborn son and once when he fell madly in love with one of
the most powerful sorceresses known to any realm. The first was an act of pure
desperation, the second was an act of much deliberation, but both of these
instances were of an act of love.
Before Regina, he would have never believed he would be so
comfortable in the presence of magic that he’d invite it into his life or
encourage it—yet, he has and he does. He is the only member of his family
without the ability for magic, but it doesn’t make him feel like an outsider,
it’s treated as any other trait—and wouldn’t change them for anything in this
world or any other.
Regina’s magic was always obvious to him—after all, she was
the Evil Queen who cast the Dark Curse, a sorceress known to most for ripping
out hearts and crushing them, who used magic to terrorize; but to him, she’s a
woman who used magic to change, a woman who uses the power she has to defend
her small town; she’s a woman who uses magic to heal her children’s scrapes and
bruises, who uses magic in moments of impatience when washing dishes or when
she’s running late and finds herself in need of an easy transport. When he
looks at her, he doesn’t see the evil sorceress who used magic to harm, but a
woman who used magic to piece herself back together as best as she could after
enduring more heartache than any one person should ever have to endure.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” She’d asked him one night
as they lay together in their darkened bedroom. He’d peered down at her, her eyes looking up
at him wide and filled with an emotion he couldn’t quiet pin down. “I know
you’ve never been…comfortable with magic.”
“No,” he’d replied easily. “There’s nothing about you that
makes me uncomfortable. I love you—magic and all.”
She’d smiled gently before nuzzling against him, holding
onto him a little tighter, exhaling the breath she’d been holding.
While Regina’s magic was born of fear and loss, of a broken
heart that wasn’t allowed to heal, their sons’ magic came from something else
entirely, making him question everything he thought he knew of it.
Henry, with his empathetic heart and unwavering faith, has
the ability to change fate with stroke of a magical quill. In the wrong hands,
such magic would be dangerous—and has been dangerous—but Henry understands
better than most the weight in which the quill carries. There is no doubt that
Henry would never abuse such power. Once, in a memory that feels much more like
a distant dream, Henry’s quill had saved them all, restoring them to their
lives, memories and loved ones. And if he’s being honest, he can’t think of a
more fitting role for their eldest child—a boy who, even without knowing of the
power he possessed, was able to make others believe and take control of their
own fates; a boy whose mothers’ love had broken curses, and a boy who always
sees a silver lining and believes that no one should be denied their happy
Roland’s magic came as more of a surprise, all of the sudden
one evening after dinner a bowl of ice
cream magically appeared—topped with hot fudge and sprinkles—in a effort to
cheer his brother. Their eyes immediately fell on Regina, but her own eyes were
wide and focused on the messy haired boy who was staring at the ice cream in awe. Robin would have been lying if he said he
hadn’t been taken aback, but it wasn’t because he feared it. Neither he nor
Marian had any magical ability whatsoever, so it seemed impossible that their
son would. But Regina easily explained it away—residual magic from the wand
Robin had stolen from Rumplestiltskin to save a pregnant Marian all those years
before. The wand had the ability to heal—and now, so did the boy it healed.
And then there’s their daughter—a happy baby with big blue
eyes and a toothless, dimpled grin, who enjoys entertaining herself by tossing her
sippy cup to the floor, then watching as it flies back up to her before dissolving
into a fit of giggles, then doing it all over again. Her magic revealed itself
early, but came as no surprise to anyone.
“I don’t want her to
fear it,” Robin murmured as his eyes met Regina’s, as he held the tiny girl
against his chest. “I don’t want her to feel like she needs to hide it.”
Regina nodded, coming to sit beside him. She placed a hand
on the baby’s back, rubbing softly as their eyes once again met. “She won’t
fear it,” Regina says gently. “I’ll teach her.”
He’d smiled warmly, and pressed his lips to her temple,
murmuring his gratitude and his love.
And now, when he looks at his family, he can’t imagine a
life without magic. They’ve changed his life in so many ways—all of which were
for the better; and he’s well aware that he wouldn’t have them if it weren’t
for magic. He smiles, and thinks to himself that they are the price of magic,
then it’s a price he’s more than willing to pay.
Rumple, Belle! You're here in the Land of Untold Stories?
We were...totally looking for you!
What she said.
If I recall correctly, my husband told me a few months ago that you told a certain Hyde about me to save yourself, not to mention your entire group also called my husband a villain for trying to save me and our unborn child.
So as far as we are concerned, no, you haven't found us because we don't want anything to do with you. Have fun with whatever big problem you probably wanted to push on us!