Anonymous on Tumblr prompted: "Tell me I'm wrong." SnowQueen
"Was I right?"
Regina nearly crumples the annoying green flea like a piece of paper. She's only just returned to her palace. Full of the rabbit that made the mistake of coming across her path, her to-do list includes a bubble bath, glass of wine and maybe getting some writing in. Instead, she's greeted by the grinning blonde fairy. How'd she even get past all of the protection spells?
"Go away," Regina growls.
Tinkerbell ignores her. "Tell me I'm wrong. That she's not the one."
"Don't you have something better to do?" Regina asks, scanning her wine rack. She comes across a burgundy red, almost matching the color of the blood that seeped from the rabbit. "Like I don't know, bring joy to people who want it?"
"You want a happy ending, Regina. More than anything, I know you do."
Regina doesn't say a word as she pours out one glass and pushes it in the direction of Tinkerbell. She gets another for herself, allowing the alcohol to pierce her throat. Vampires cannot get drunk. It brings them a dull pain, one of the few things they're allowed to feel once their heart stops beating It's in no means good. It hurts, burns even. Yet, Regina and most others she's met amongst her travels find it as a go to.
Tinkerbell blabbers on. "Well?"
"She had a tattoo," Regina replies coyly.
Tinkerbell rolls her eyes. "What kind of tattoo?"
Regina thinks of the inked fruit on Snow's skin. A simple sketch of a tiny apple with a tiny leaf hanging off the branch. No color, it almost looks as if it were sloppily drawn by a drunk person. It's hidden, no one would know unless they saw Snow's bare arms. How can something so small define someone's entire fate?
Regina slams her glass down onto the marble countertop. "How do I know that stupid vison was even accurate."
Tinkerbell's firmness doesn't falter. Why isn't she afraid of Regina? She should be. Not much can kill fairies, but a vampire is the rare exception. "Pixie dust doesn't lie."
"No magic is a hundred percent foolproof."
It's been a good century and a half, but she remembers the dozens of spells she tried to resurrect Daniel. According to the books, all of them should've worked. A heart split is what nearly killed her the first time, before her father jumped into save her.
"This one is," Tinkerbell says triumphantly. "So, does she have an apple tattoo? Like the one in the vison?"
Regina stares at the droplets of wine that will no doubt stain. She should really grab a rag to clean it up, but instead she allows the damage.
"Well?" Tinkerbell pries.
"Yes, okay?" Regina snaps her head up to look at her. "She had the fucking apple tattoo. Same spot."
Tinkerbell's grin only widens. "Told ya."
"Yeah, it's really something to celebrate. She's a dog."
"Wolf."
"You know what I mean," Regina gives her a Look.
Tinkerbell sighs, her smugness evaporating. "Regina…"
"Why would you do this to me?" She snaps. "We're mortal enemies. It's been written in the sky since before either of us were born. Vampires and werewolves don't mix."
"And fairies are supposed to only deliver pixie dust. Dwarfs are only supposed to mine it. Look at Nova and Dreamy."
"And how hard did they have to fight for that?" Regina shakes her head. "If Blue ever finds out what you did to help them, she'll cut your wings like that." She snaps her fingers and Tinkerbell simply shrugs.
"True love is always worth it."
True love. Two little words that make Regina's skin crawls. She's spent nearly two centuries alone, hearing the stories. Every vampire has a soulmate out there. One they're meant to spend forever with. It can take some time for them to find it, but the solace of eternal life is supposed to be a partner. It's always a vampire or someone who can become one with a simple turn.
Regina would be the unlucky bitch who got a rival immortal species.
She scowls, taking another sip of her wine. "True love is a joke."
"I know you don't believe that."
"You don't know what I believe."
"I know you love her."
"Just because you love someone doesn't mean you should be together. Or that they want you back."
Snow is loyal to her pack. She may flirt with Regina, but that's all it is. They can never become more.
Maybe her mother was right. Love is weakness.
"There's another prophecy I haven't told you about," Tinkerbell says, her voice soft.
Regina rolls her eyes. "What is it?"
"A child, a hybrid."
"Those don't exist."
"She'd be the first of her kind, the original. I've had visons of her." She pauses. "True love can cause magical things, you know? Things we never dreamed possible. Like two women being able to create a child."
Regina meets her eye once more. "I've read about that."
"I know you have." Tinkerbell smiles. "Pixie dust isn't wrong, Regina. You were meant to meet Snow White. She's meant to be yours and you're meant to create her."
"Who?"
"The girl I know you dreamt of as a child. The one with a crooked smile and dark hair."
Visons of a tiny girl with chocolate curls, green eyes, and a laugh like a wildebeest dance before Regina. She hasn't dreamt since she turned, but she can vividly remember her.
"I gave up having children when I turned," she murmurs.
"You gave up getting pregnant," Tinkerbell corrects. "Snow White can still very much get pregnant."
Regina's eyes turn back to her wine. Is it possible? Are she and Snow fated to bring this child into the world?
Her mind unlocks the part of the dream she's pushed out for so long. A woman with long dark curls, eyes that match the little girl. She wears a sleeveless white dress. As she kneels to hug the little girl, Regina can see it…
The apple tattoo.