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Tinker Bell

Welcome Tinker Bell to the Neverport. She’s 18 years old and is a Mechanic. Tinker is often mistaken for Emma Roberts . She is open.

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Drew this for my best friend's daughter for her birthday this past January. She loved it.

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Fanfic - Tinker Bells Tells All

So here is Chapter 3 & 4 - Fanfiction.net is not letting me upload my new chapter so you guys are getting it here first!

Here is a link to Part 1 and Part 2 - Below is three and four

Enjoy!

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`What am I going to say to her? ‘Hey Regina! Tink just told me the oddest thing…’ No, I can’t do it like that. But I have to do something. This news just makes sense to me in some strange way.`

Robin had never walked with such a strong sense of purpose before. He could see before him the tower of the Town Hall peeking out above the shops on Main Street. He was hoping she was there yet at the same time, was nervous.

`Why am I nervous? It`s not like I’ve never talked to a woman before. For gods sakes I`ve been married before! Granted that this is the Evil Queen I’m thinking about.’ And with that thought he stopped dead on the sidewalk. ‘The Evil Queen. That is what she is. I’ve heard the stories, the rumours. Were they exaggerated? I somehow doubt that. I think she has done horrible things…should I want to be with someone like that? What about Roland? If she is my soul mate then she would be Roland’s mother of sorts and is that the kind of person I would want around my child?’

He shook his head of the negative thoughts which had entered his head, placed there no doubt by the fear and nervousness he was feeling. ‘What am I saying? She is not that woman, or at least I haven’t seen her acting cruel or evil, bold and audacious maybe, but not evil.’ He smiled to himself at the memory of the two of them flirting in the witches’ house. ‘The past is in the past. I only know the woman I see in front of me and I like what I see. I have a past I’m not particularly proud of, and I hope she sees passed that too.’ Hope began to creep back into Robin’s thoughts and he resumed his path towards the Town Hall passing a small park. It was there he saw her, alone on a park bench overlooking a small pond.

He approached her slowly, she was focused by the ducks on the water, she tilted her head slightly in order to fully capture the sun’s warmth. It was then she saw him approaching her.

“Good Morning, Your Majesty.” He greeted her with a smile and an exaggerated flurry of his hand to accentuate the grandeur of her status.

Regina rolled her eyes while a smirk involuntarily formed on her lips. “You don’t have to call me that, you know. ‘Regina’ is fine.”

Robin sat down next to her on her right leaving some space between them, he hooked his arm over the bench, his hand close to Regina’s shoulder.

“Well I could, I suppose but doesn’t your name mean ‘queen’ in the first place?” He chuckled. Looking deep in her eyes, and beginning to feel the anticipation of what is going to happen. His smile reaches his eyes and she can see the glint in his eye and laughs softly at his response.

“Regina,” Robin began, “Can we talk for a minute?”

Regina’s forehead creased as she answered in a saucy retort, “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”

“Yes well, what I mean is, that there is something…,” he tried to find the right word: ‘important’, ‘urgent’, ’pressing’ ? “…Something has come up and I need to…find out what you…how…” Robin became frustrated and blew out a puff of air. He was in disbelief at just how quickly he had lost his nerve and forgotten everything he needed to say. This was turning out to become more difficult than he had originally intended.

Regina looked curiously at Robin. ‘What is he trying to say? Is it about my heart? The witch?’

It seemed as though Robin lost an inner conflict with himself; defeated, he shut his eyes and pushed up his right sleeve and bared his arm to Regina.

“I know what this means to you”

“What do you mean?” Irritation and fear tinged Regina’s hesitant voice. She sat up and looked intently into Robin eyes until he met her gaze.

“I know about…Tinker-Bell and the Pixie dust.” Robin said hesitantly, bracing himself for the outburst.

“You what?!” she yelled as she pushed herself up from the park bench while turning and facing him. She stared at him, almost daring him to say something. “Damn Fairy! Why the hell would she…”

“Please do not be upset with her Regina.” Robin implored while still seated on the bench, partly because he was at a loss of what to do, but mostly out of pure shock by his method of revelation. ‘Why the hell did I just spring it on her like that? What is wrong with me?’

“Not be upset with her? Robin, she shared something incredibly private of mine with a stranger.”

Robin’s head shot up at her response. “A stranger. Is that what I am to you?”

She shook her head, and tried to bring some gentility into her voice, “No, Robin you’re not but…”

He stood up and moved so he was within arm’s reach of her. “Does not this prophecy affect me as well? Should I not have a say in this situation?” As he began to say the words aloud he realized that he was becoming angry as well; angry that she kept this from him, angry that she never had the guts to talk to him all those years ago. The fury in his voice was perpetually becoming more apparent as he continued, “I had been wondering why you ran out on me at the farm house and this,” pointing to his arm, “explains it. You ran! You ran away from me again. You were scared. That tells me that you wanted this, but for some reason, decided against it. Don’t blame Tinker-Bell for your mistakes,” he took a step towards her, “if you need to be angry with anyone, be angry with yourself.”

“Don’t you think I am?” she retorted, stepping closer and getting in his personal space. Emotion was riddled throughout her voice betraying her better judgment. He was too close, and now he knew too much. She shook her head, took a feeble step back as she tried to regain some of her composure. She absentmindedly fixed her hair and straightened her coat. “This doesn’t change anything.” She felt her walls coming back up, the powerful Mayor Mills taking control once again. “It happened such a long time ago. Pixie dust really is unpredictable magic.” She tried to make futile excuses and Robin was not buying any of it.

He leaned forward, noses almost touching. Regina could feel his light breath on her face as he softly asked “Ask me what I plan on doing now that I know about the tattoo?” Robin’s eyes drifted towards her lips and back up to her eyes.

Regina hesitated, not sure if she should believe in this. Could he actually care for her? How can she trust that he was not influenced into this decision? She decided to call him on his bluff, she asked, “What do you plan…”and before she could finish her sentence, Robin closed the final gap between them and kissed her gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. Regina was shocked at first; she had her objections, her fears, and her insecurities. But being held and kissed by Robin right now felt so right she responded into his kisses and touch and she moved her arms over his chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him tighter into their embrace.

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