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When the Warmth Hits You
Written for the @sqsupernova
Wordcount: 33k | Rating: Teen & Up | Warnings: None Apply | Relationships: F/F - Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan
With the Evil Queen’s curse finally broken, Storybrooke is quiet. Emma Swan is excited to know her family and smooth the waters with her son Henry’s infuriating, attractive adopted mother. She should have known better.
When a virulent flu arrives, Henry gets sick. Other early victims fall into supernatural comas and fear grips the town. Many blame Regina for this plague, but Emma can’t believe she would risk Henry; the more she gets to know Mayor Mills, the less she can imagine her counterpart, the Evil Queen.
Eventually driven to hide as the townsfolk head to war, Regina dives into her vault to find a cure. Then Emma falls ill. Forced to work with Snow White, Regina must use stronger magic than she ever has before—without her Savior.
Read on AO3 here. See the beautiful artwork by Iyashpia here.
*T1D!Emma and T1D!Henry. The illness mentioned in the synopsis is not related to T1D.
#my writing: when the warmth hits you#type 1 diabetes in fandom#type 1 diabetes#diabetes fics#t1d fanfic#sqsupernova#swan queen#diabetic emma swan#diabetic henry mills#soooo excited to share this finally!#what a monster of a piece#33k#it was SUPPOSED to be like 14k#oh well#enjoy the swanqueen
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Incorrect OUAT #8
Emma: With my parents in the Misthaven this year, I'm not getting a Thanksgiving. Maybe it's just as well.
Regina: Well, I think that's a shame. I love a ritual sacrifice.
Emma: Not really a one of those.
Regina: To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice, with pie.
#incorrect once upon a time quotes#incorrect ouat quotes#incorrect once upon a time#source: buffy the vampire slayer#Thanksgiving#Or as I like to call it the day we saved the colonizers from starvation#Enjoy your ritual sacrifices to those who celebrate#Emma Swan#Regina Mills#SwanQueen#emma x regina#regina x emma#incorrect quotes
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The handmaiden’s beast
WC: 8151
Raiting: explicit
Fandom: Once upon a Time
Pairing: SwanQueen
Emma is the personal handmaiden to a rather frivolous queen. The two women can't take their eyes of each other until one fated night...
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Emma was up, even before the first rays of sunshine crept over the mountain tops and the before the first rooster had greeted the new day. She had already made her bed in her small room, had eaten, washed herself and was now opening the curtains in the big dining room. The castle was still quiet. The majority of its inhabitants were still fast asleep or only now gradually waking. The night guards were slowly replaced by the first day shift. They greeted Emma tiredly, whenever they passed each other on their way to their beds, while she was navigating her way through the tight corridors to the royal chambers.
Emma had always been the first one to get up in the morning and the last one to go to bed in the evening. Being the personal handmaiden to her majesty, the queen herself, it was her duty to tend to the queen’s every need, read her every wish from her lips, so she could fulfil her royal duties as pleasantly as possible. Part of this was not only to prepare a balanced breakfast for the queen, but also the thing she enjoyed to do the least: Emptying the royal bed of any leftover residue from her nightly enjoyments.
Since their shared childhood, Emma had spent every day at the queen’s side. As the daughter of the royal cook she had grown up in the castle, just like the princess. It had only been natural for the two to become friends, after all they had been the only two girls their age in the entire castle. Even though it had mostly been frowned upon, that the princess played with such a “lowly peasant girl”, like the cook’s daughter, their friendship had never wavered. When they grew older however, their respective duties had caught up with them and made them see each other less and less. Until the princess had demanded her best friend to become her personal handmaiden.
At the time the position had been barren. The fact, that Emma did not only know every corner, secret passage and daily routine of the castle by heart, but also deeply knew the princess herself, made her rather eligible for the position, despite being from a lower rank. Emma knew exactly how to handle the princess’ fiery temper, what she enjoyed and what she despised. Finding a new kitchen servant or maid to replace Emma was easy. Far easier than finding a woman the princess would trust as much as she did Emma. So the choice had been a quick and simple one. Only two days after the princess’ request, the former king had announced Emma to be her new handmaiden.
The two girls had been overjoyed at the prospect of once again spending their days together. But soon they, especially Emma, would notice their vision and their reality could not have been further from each other. Over time Emma evolved from the friend at her side into a shadow, quietly and obediently following the princess. The older the princess became, the more and more people filled Emma’s place at her side, while her cortège grew with ladies in waiting, noblemen and -woman, maids, princes, lords and ladies. She found new friends, prober ones for her rank, and Emma turned into just a background character of her life.
By now the princess took her for granted and didn’t even notice the handmaiden in her shadows anymore. She was way to engrossed by the pleasures and pleasantries of the royal court. Who could blame her? Certainly not Emma. She had always been the rational one out of the two of them. Even as a child she had always known that one day they could no longer frolic through the meadows around the castle, no longer ride as fast as the wind together, that they could no longer steal pastries from the kitchen and eat them hidden behind the throne, while a wide grin would decorate their faces. Emma had always known that, and yet it hurt watching her princess unknowingly turning her back on her, forgetting her. It hurt to no longer be noticed by those warm brown eyes, which had lit up every they had seen each other as kids. It hurt to longer be there person who produced those wide smiles on the princess’ face, that made her shine radiantly like the sun and Emma’s heart flutter. It hurt to watch her grow into this glorious woman, she had always seen in her, and not be one of the open admirers, who shamelessly court her every day.
And those were countless. The princess was a mesmerizing beauty. Long flowing hair, dark as raven’s fathers, full pursing lips, big amber eyes, surrounded by long, dark lashes and with a knowing look, that deeply perforated your inner soul. The princess had mastered, these looks to perfection. A face over which the royal painters had fought more than once, who would be allowed to capture her on canvas. But not only the princess’ face was the subject of hymns all over the land. In taverns and around campfires people praised her body, her curves, her delicate neck, her slender fingers, her fertile loins. Emma despised these praises, especially since she had noticed they’d made their way into the castle.
Maybe they had started here to begin with?
Nevertheless, she reprimanded everyone she heard disrespect her queen. Whenever she entered a room of off duty guards or late-night partying maids and chamber men, the conversations immediately quiet down. Emma was like a guard dog, who kept her majesties name clean at all times… or at least so she tried, for their former friendships’ sake. Even though she seemed to be to only one concerned about the matter. The princess seemed to not much care about her reputation, after all it was her rank and ancestry that taught other to respect her in her presence. A sort of respect that the princess would use for her own gain and … desires, on a regular basis.
That’s how her once proper and innocent girl friend had turned into a rather promiscuous woman. There were barely any balls after which Emma would not have to rid the royal bed of any leftover liaison. It did not matter if male or female, nobleman or simple servant girl, royal knight or lady in waiting, stable boy or marquise. The princess invited everyone who caught her eye and did not resist her incredible charm. Rumour had it, people from far away lands attended the royal balls only for a chance to spend a night with the princess.
Even after her coronation, following the king’s death, did neither her desire nor her habits change. Only her taste had become more refined, more selective. More and more Emma found familiar faces in the queen’s bed. A steady circle of returning lovers had build itself around her majesty, which could not be more different in personalities, looks and ranks. Only every now and then, came the occasional fling after a ball or other political event.
But one thing did all of them have in common: Every morning they were awakened by Emma and quietly guided out of the royal chambers. Without waking the queen, herself - just as she did now.
Carefully she touched the shoulder of the young nobleman, who was topless and peacefully sleeping, one arm around the queen’s waist.
“Milord, my deepest apologies, but I must ask you to wake” she whispered with a calm but serious tone. Despite her expectations, he actually woke up. However, when he recognized Emma’s face he groaned and waved his hand dismissively as if to shoo away an annoying fly.
“Leave, woman. How dare you wake me? Don’t you see, who my companion is?”
His tone was arrogant. Emma rolled her eyes. She despised people like him. Why did the queen have to choose this one? He considered himself chosen, just because he had spent the night in the royal bed. He felt himself special because he had been allowed to maltreat her majesty’s loins with his pathetic cock. Emma supressed a snort. Judging from last night’s noises, which were barely any, she would not see him again anytime soon. Her queen had become selective. Who could not sate her, would turn boring and lose the queen’s interest and her favour. And this boy, who was still green behind his ears, could not possibly have the experience to fulfil her queen’s expectations.
You’re dealing with the regency of a giant land, a queen who’s power you couldn’t possibly comprehend. Do you REALLY think she will even spend another thought about your measly peen, your ridiculous cock, even once, after this night? All those cheep whores, that voluntarily sprawl themselves in front of your jingling coins, like cats in heat, those whores could not possibly compare to MY queen! Leave your high horse, boy. When she wakes, she won’t even remember you!
Emma would have loved to shower the boy with all the names of maids, servants, stable boys, guards and other noble folk that had brought the queen far more noisy nights of pleasure in comparison to him. In fact, she hadn’t heard her queen at all, and she always heard her queen. There had been nights in which not only the queen but also Emma in her neighbouring chamber could not find any sleep. Nights of which this jerk could only dream of.
But Emma knew better than to say that, she knew how to restrain herself. She had collected enough slaps across the face from wounded egos over the years, to learn when to hold her tongue. Instead she once again carefully should the boy’s shoulder.
“Milord, I must ask you to rise, please. Her majesty has already ordered for you to be served breakfast by dawn and look, the sun is already rising.”
Somehow Emma had actually managed to let her voice sound collected and patient.
“Are you deaf, bitch?!” the boy growled and Emma just sighed.
“In fact I am not, Milord, yet I need to ask you to leave the royal bed. Her majesty does not enjoy waking along side her company. Please, this is for your own good, Sire.”
That wasn’t even a lie. The queen was not gracious towards things and people that disappointed her. Emma, herself, had made this experience first-hand. But it was especially bad in the mornings, after a night not spend alone, as well as for people who had not been able to satisfy her. Whenever she saw them again a look of pure disgust would enter her perfect face and it would turn into a bad day for Emma.
This finally seemed to reach the boy and his sleep ridden face turned thoughtful. Judging from his wary look towards the sleeping queen, he must have heard from her fiery temper and little patience. As alluring as those traits might have been the night before, they also created the sort of respect in her subjects, which he did not seem to be wanting to test.
Eventually he showed himself compliant and only glanced at her disgruntled, which Emma skilfully ignored. She handed him his clothes, which he begrudgingly took. While he clothed himself with a face of pure disproval, Emma just watched him silently, almost bored. She didn’t even think about offering her help. She was not his chambermaid. She had no obligation towards her queen’s lovers and after his behaviour she wouldn’t lift one finger. She didn’t mind whether or not he understood, that she didn’t like seeing him here. At least she felt gratification to see that her guess seemed to be true. This night would just be one of many for her queen.
When he finally had put on his dishevelled clothes, Emma lead him towards the small dining room.
“Eat, Milord. Your carriage will be waiting for you in the courtyard.”
She gave him an unimpressed look. He however stared at her darkly as he sat down at the sparkly decked table.
“No goodbye? I’ll remember this”, he snarled arrogantly. Emma snorted.
“Oh, there is no need, Sire. You won’t return anytime soon.”
He jumped up, obviously agitated.
“HOW DARE YOU! You little- “, but Emma didn’t even let him finish. Instead she pushed him back down into his seat.
“Do you really think, her majesty would invite you back after such a silent night, Milord?” she whispered into his ear. Her tone almost sweet, her voice dripping with pleasure she got from putting his arrogant behind in his place.
“Her majesty pleasures herself fare more successfully than you ever could, Sire. For your own fragile ego’s sake, don’t try to come back. It will just hurt the pathetic reputation you have with those whores you so obviously don’t even satisfy. Poor women. I do hope you at least compensate them accordingly for their… expenses.”
With that she turned on her heels and left the boy speechlessly behind. A soft chuckle escaped her that day, every time she remembered the boys shocked face as his gigantic ego crumbled beneath her words. What a pleasure this had been.
Day by day went by like this. It always would be the same. Emma woke up, drove away the queen’s nightly guests and followed her daily duties, to fulfil her majesties every wish. Emma was used to her life in the shadows. She was a handmaiden. Her place was behind her queen.
Unseen.
Unheard.
Unnoticed.
And yet, she wasn’t…
°~*~°
One hundred and ninety-five.
One hundred and ninety-six.
One hundred and ninety-seven.
One hundred and ninety-eight.
One hundred and ninety-nine.
Two hundred.
Emma put away the hairbrush and let her hand gently run over the ocean of soft, raven black hair in front of her. She smoothed down any last wild hairs and then took a few strands between her finger. With skilled hands she created the intricate up-do her queen had requested.
Dark eyes, sparkling with an inner fire, watched her attentively through the mirror in front of them. Emma was used to it. Whenever it was just the two of them those amber eyes followed her every move. When she clothed her, when she made her hair, when she washed her, the queen never took her eyes of Emma.
“I wonder... Those hands could do all sorts of things just wonderfully, wouldn't they?”
The queen’s dark voice echoed in Emma’s ears. Sensual like the crackling of a fire in the cold winter, rough like the growl of a wild beast and yet velvety like the purring of a cat. Emma knew this tone. She hated it and yet it sent shivers down her spine. It was the exact tone her majesty used whenever someone hat caught her attention. Emma was used to this as well. Her queen enjoyed teasing her, coming onto her and Emma let her. Who was she to refuse her queen? But she never took it seriously. She never responded to it. She had fished too many nightly companions out of the queen’s bed over the years. She would never think anything of it. Emma was nothing special. Still she quirked one eyebrow and looked up from her work. Her eyes met the queen’s in the mirror, where she watched Emma with hooded eyes and a sinful smile playing with her lips. Emma supressed the urge to roll her eyes and stirred her attention back to the queen’s hair.
“Of course, your majesty. For example, they’re perfectly suited to shoo you towards the breakfast they prepared for you. Furthermore, I shall remind you, you’re having an important audience with your ministers today” she said casually and pinned the last strand of hair in its place. The queen sighed theatrically.
“Oh Emma, you’re always so utterly uptight! There is no joy in teasing you.” The queen pouted in a way Emma would almost call cute, adorable even. But only almost. She knew better, she knew this face. It was another one of the queen’s tools. She just quietly put away the hair utensils, while the queen stood up as lithe as a cat and closed the distance between them. Emma could feel her breath caress her neck, felt how goose bumps run down her arms. The queen affected her. Of course. How could she not? Yet Emma showed no reaction. Even when the queen’s slender hand wrapped around her waist and spun her around. Just about the span of a hand could fit between their faces. The queen tightened her grip around Emma’s waist. Still the handmaiden didn’t show any kind of reaction. She had seen this game countless times before, watched from the shadows as her queen played it. She had even been the subject of it a few times before. There was nothing left, that could surprise Emma anymore.
Not even when the queen’s hand slid up her side, resting on her cheek. Soft palms on her hot skin and a thumb that alluringly stroke over her lips. She could smell her breath on her face, and of course Emma noticed the queen moisten her lips. How her eyes looked at her in this certain kind of way. The look of a wild cat. The eyes of a predator ready to jump on his prey. A bright fire burned inside her eyes, a flame of desire and lust and hunger. This as well, Emma had seen countless times before. However, something seemed to make the royal mask slip. There was something tearing at her façade. The queen looked like she got devoured by her desire. This night must really not have sated her.
Emma felt her heartbeat quicken. The excitement beating in her chest, the lusting ache in her stomach. But the handmaiden knew this procedure, she knew her queen, her game, her effect. The spell she kept on her partners. Emma could not hold it against anyone to give into her. It was too easy, to tempting. But not Emma.
Emma was her handmaiden.
Emma did not react to her in any way.
Not even when her grip around Emma tightened once more. Not when she pulled even closer, pressed her voluptuous body against Emma’s. Not when her hot breath tickled Emma’s skin. The queen’s fingers wandered from her cheek to her neck, lifting her head so Emma had no choice but to look into her eyes. The look she met there was enticing. Mesmerising. Demanding. Dominant.
Okay, the queen knew exactly what strings to pull, what made her objects of desire crumble beneath her fingers. She knew what she was doing. But Emma did not give in. Emma knew all that. She had watched it countless times. It was like a mantra for her.
When the queen carefully stroke her cheek, putting one of her lose strands behind her ear, Emma just quirked an eyebrow.
“Breakfast?” she simply said and the queen groaned in frustration. She abruptly let go of Emma and threw her hand in the air.
“What must I do, for you to lose this unwavering composure?!” she asked, her eyes piercing her questionably. Not much more… Eventually she sighed deeply and shrugged.
“Breakfast it is…”, she finally gave in and pranced with swinging hips from her chambers to the dining room.
°~*~°
The queen slammed her door in frustration.
“I hate these old bucks and their dusty believes! Boring, shrivelled potatoes, all of them!” she huffed and Emma just chuckled, while checking the bath’s water temperature with her hand. She didn’t say anything while her queen let out her displeasure about her ministers, she just listened. Emma knew she hated these weekly meetings. The ministers had quite conservative and ��� according to the queen – outdated values. She despised that they constantly argued against her rather open believes and lifestyle. But what should the queen do? They were rightfully part of the regency. They took some of the load of ruling a whole country off of her shoulders. To do that and still act in her accord, they needed these meetings. The queen knew that, so she wilfully powered through them every time. Only in Emma’s presence she allowed herself to show her true distaste towards them. Emma however was clever enough to keep that to herself. Her loyalty laid fully with her queen and she would never even dare to think about going on behind her back.
Eventually the handmaiden found the water to be suitable for her queen. She finished off her preparations with a few drops of scented oil, before getting up to help the queen undress, who gladly turned her back towards Emma. The queen seemed to have calmed down and Emma knew she was looking forward to her bath. Her queen always wished to bathe after an audience with ‘the old bucks’. Once she had called it ‘washing off their dust’ and Emma found it a rather fitting description.
The queen took her long raven hair over her shoulder and watched Emma out of the corner of her eye, while she unfastened her laces with dexterous hands. Carefully she parted her back laces and the queen let out a deep sigh when she finally could breathe freely again. A soft smile played with Emma’s lips. She knew how much her queen did not like these tight, formfitting dresses. If she could, she would wear lose shirts and her riding trousers all day, but that was not proper for a woman of her rank, yet alone a queen. A queen had to be dressed accordingly. So, the curvy queen forced herself every morning into the countless laces and corsets, which Emma now peeled off of her beautiful body piece by piece.
Eventually the last piece of clothing found its place on the floor and the queen remained only in her thin underdress in front of Emma. Once again, she sighed in relief and stretched her neck. Emma could not stop her eyes from roaming over the queen. The thin dress’ thin fabric did not leave much room for imagination. It was stretched over her voluptuous hips, accentuated her full breasts and Emma quickly averted her eyes when she caught the glimpse of erected nipples, poking through the cloth, as her queen turned around. A smile played with her lips. It wasn’t a smile like before, not relieved… but promising.
Emma could not stop herself from gulping audibly. The queen must have felt her staring. But despite the rising panic in her chest, she managed to control her face. Even as elegant fingers, took the hem of the ridiculously revealing underdress and slowly pulled it over the queen’s head. Her dark eyes drilled into Emma’s, searching for any hint of a reaction in her face. But Emma knew to control herself. She knew, if she turned away it would be an insult to her queen, but if she would let her eyes wander… she would regret it. She would be testing her limits as a handmaiden or maybe even cross them. So, she just held the intense eye contact with the queen. Emma felt a hot shiver running down her spine, when the undress floated to the ground next to her. She bit down hard on her inner cheek until she could taste metallic blood.
No! No matter how much the queen teased her, she would not give in. She would not give her the satisfaction of blushing. Wasn’t this what the queen tried to achieve? She wanted to rob Emma of her self-control. She wanted her to become just another one of her toys, another entry in the guestlist of her bed. Oh, how often has she already tried. Oh, how often had she almost succeeded. The queen had the same effect on Emma as she had on everyone else as well. Of course, she did. How could anyone resist this goddess of a woman? How often had she almost caressed the queen’s velvet skin when she had helped her dress and undress? How often had she fought the urge to burry her hands deep into the queen’s raven mane? How often had the queen’s looks struck her like lightning, hitting her right in her core? How often had her natural scent intoxicated Emma’s senses. How often had Emma spent the night awake, because the sounds coming form the royal chambers had clouded her mind, ruined her thoughts and robbed her of her sleep?
It was not fair.
A forbidden fruit, so close, so within reach. Giving in meant perish and yet infinite desire.
NO! Emma would not give in. She would not give into her. The queen already ruled her life, owned her body, commanded her dreams. She would not get the last thing Emma had left. She would not get the control over the situation. She would not get her stubbornness, she would not steel her restraint form her and Emma would sure as hell not give into her.
She swallowed audibly, her grip around the queen’s clothes tightened. A knowing smile formed on the queen’s lips. She stepped closer to her maiden. Emma cursed silently. Something must have given her away. Cursed heavens! No! The hunger in the queen’s eyes grew steadily. She slowly bent down to Emma, who could feel her breath on her skin, hot and wet. Another shiver run down the maidens whole body and she barely willed her knees to not give in, as the queen whispered honeyed words into her ear.
“Wash my back.”
It was a command. Royal and dominant, yet oh so sweet, delicious even. All Emma could do was nod, before she hurried to put the queen’s clothes aside to get her soaps and towels. In the meantime, the queen slit into the warm water, like a swan landing on a fairy pond. The light from the stained-glass window was caught in the bath’s steam, reflected by thousand tiny water drops. It painted her a goddess, illuminating her with an unearthly glow, a halo of mystery. Her back turned towards Emma, she stood there like an angel cast into marble, waiting. The Water playing around her knees. Her gaze said exactly what she was waiting for: Emma.
Over her shoulder her amber eyes watched the maiden intently. Burning fires blazing through Emma’s soul, who just stood there, staring.
Yes. She was staring.
How often have you seen her? How often has she tried to get to you? Damn it! Stay put or do you want to be just another mark in her bed post? Ignore her! Ignore IT! Be her maid! JUST her maid and nothing more! And now wash her back!
That damn delicate back, with its intricate line above her spine, her filigree shoulder blades and the lean muscles moving underneath velvet skin … NO! STOP IT!
With that Emma had regained her composure and cleared her throat. The look, that moments before had almost been yearning, now turned into a mask of perfect self-control. Just her wildly beating heart remembered the daydreams, which had just invaded the maidens mind moments before. She rolled up her sleeves and kneeled beside the pool. She perfectly ignored the amused chuckle of the queen and instead moistened her hands, while the queen settled down in front of her. Carefully and dutifully she washed her delicate back with gentle hands.
Emma applied scented soaps, massaged the day’s tension out of her muscles and allowed herself only for a moment to indulge in the imagination, how the rest of her queen’s body would feel beneath her fingers. The moment lasted for too long. A sigh of pleasure tore her out of her daydream and sent hot shivers right into her core. She swallowed hard as she noticed the queen’s face. She had put her head back. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly agape. It was a sight of pure and utter relaxation. Emma felt the queen’s muscles loosen up beneath her fingers. She felt how she leaned back and put more weight against Emma’s hands. She felt her queen’s body come closer and closer. If she pulled away now, the queen would fall directly into her arms. For just a moment Emma imagined how she would hold her then, wrap her hands around her. How they could easily travel down her body. She imagined how her hair would feel against her cheek, how her scent would fill her nose. She imagined who the queen would melt into her, give into her. Emma licked her lips and nervously shifted her weight on her knees. An unwanted heat coloured her cheeks and shot right between her legs.
When her attention shifted back to her queen, she actually found her laying in her arms. Dark eyes and full, tempting lips watched her. A seductive smile clouded Emma’s mind. Without thinking she leaned forward, taking in the queen’s wonderful scent and she could not suppress a small sigh. Hastily she shook her head and straightened her back. Emma pulled her hands back, let go of the enticing royal body and put them in her lap.
“Is there anything else you wish for, your majesty?” she mumbled in a hurry and folded the towels for the queen. Just so her hands had something to do. Her mind desperately needed a distraction or she would go insane right then and there. The queen still watched her with these endless, dark eyes. Her voice was low. Raspy. Challenging.
“I wish for you to join me, Em-mah” she stretched the syllables of her name and another wave of heat soared through the maiden.
“In the water. Bathe with me. Now…”
Her voice was but a whisper and yet Emma could hear nothing but these words. They were echoing in her head and her throat dried out. Her knees weakened and her blood was rushing in her ears. The must have been able to hear her heartbeat, it was racing so fast that Emma could barely concentrate on anything else. She swallowed hard and tried to moisten her lips once more. For a horrible and most delicious second that felt like an eternity Emma let her mind indulge in the thought of following the request, to accept. She knew exactly where this would lead. She wanted it to go that way, to go down that path. Her body, her mind wanted it, craved it, desperately, but not her pride, her stubbornness. Emma’s pride refused to give in. Her pride did not want to be owned by the queen, her queen. It did not want to obey her. The queen already had the power over her life, it did not want to buckle down any further. So instead Emma cleared her throat and deliberately shook her head.
“My deepest apologies, your majesty, but it would not be proper for me to join you. As much as I wish to follow your requests, I also do not have the time to spare for such a bath” she argued with an apologetic tone.
“Great heavens, you always have an excuse, don’t you?!” the queen huffed. “The kitchen maid did not find it improper!” she mumbled and let herself slide deeper into the water.
“Very well then” she finally sighed. “Then, please, prepare me new clothes and come back in half an hour” she demanded and dismissed her with the wave of her hand.
“Yes, your majesty” Emma nodded and disappeared from the bathroom. Only when its door closed shut behind her, a low moan escaped her lips, which had build itself deep inside her throat in the last few minutes. For a moment she allowed her self to lean against the door, pausing. Resting and collecting herself.
Oh, this life was so unfair.
A forbidden fruit, that called for her, engulfed her with its scent, seduced her with its looks. So close, within reach and yet she would never be able to taste it.
Oh sweet, sweet torture…
°~*~°
It must have been just after midnight when a cry tore Emma from her slumber. Within moments she was fully awake. She only needed a few seconds to know exactly where the noise had come from: the royal chambers. Immediately she relaxed. It was not the first time she had heard such sounds coming from the queen’s room. It must mean she was enjoying a rather pleasurable night tonight. Perhaps it was one of her usual bed companions, who knew hot to satisfy her needs. Emma sat back down on the edge of her own bed and was about to go back to sleep, when another cry made her flinch. Now she knew why it had woken her up. The noise, that came from the royal chamber, was filled with desire and lust and hunger, as expected, but the words the queen was calling made Emma’s blood freeze in her veins.
“Eeeemmaaaahhhh……”
The young maiden hesitated. Should she risk it? She really did not want to see her queen in the middle of being pleasured by a courtier. She did not want to witness the dirty hands of the kitchen maid on her queen, nor the pathetic peen of a knight ruining her loins. She did not want to her picture of her queen be ruined. She wanted to keep the purity of their childhood. Back then she had been the most important person in the princess’ life. She had been the only one who had been allowed to share her bed back then, when they still had been friends. Back then when ‘her’ queen hadn’t been called the greatest whore of all the lands, even though no one would dare say that to her face nowadays either.
Yet, the thought of her fiery and stubborn queen turning into a slave of her own desire, being subdued by her lust, it excited Emma more than she dared to admit. Her head painted a masterpiece of her queen’s sinful curves squirming, her mouth screaming of pleasure, pleading for relief and yet begging for more. Emma licked her lips in the pointless try to moisten her dry mouth and shifted fidgety on the edge of her bed. Maybe she should take a look, just to be sure everything was alright. After all the queen had called specifically for her. It had been her name and only hers. What if her queen needed her? What if something had happened? What if she had misjudged the one of her voice and she actually needed real help?
Emma could not take that risk! After all it had been unmistakably been her name! Therefore, the queen had – sort of… well… requested her coming, didn’t she? And after all it was Emma’s explicit duty to assist the queen whenever needed.
Before her head could keep mulling over every possible what-if-scenario, she got up. With bare feet she scurried through the small door, that connected her chamber to the queen’s bedroom. Once her eyes had adapted to the darkness and she realised what actually was going on in the moonlit room, Emma’s breath hitched and she froze.
She gasped for air and her eyes grew wide. Her stomach turned itself into an almost painfully heated knot. Again, the drawn-out moan of her name filled the air and deafened her senses. What she saw in front of her engulfed her mind.
The door, through which she had entered, was opposite of the queen’s gigantic double bed, therefore Emma now stood there with the perfect view of the mattress. Only a room’s length separated her from the incredible show she received.
Against all expectations: The queen as alone.
It was only her sprawled on the bed and yet she was squirming and squealing in ecstasy. Pillows and blankets were scattered all over the bed and surrounding floor. A rather obvious proof of the queen’s eagerness. The queen presented herself in all her nude glory. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her hair a raven sea around her face, her mouth open in another silent scream. Once hand held her right breast, while the other had already disappeared deep between her legs. Emma’s heartbeat was racing, her breathing quickened and her knees weakened. She had to rest with one hand against the cool wall for her legs to not give away under her, when her name rolled over the queen’s lips in another breathless moan.
The queen’s voice vibrated through all of Emma’s body, made her shiver, her body tremor her mind went crazy and her senses were muted and hyperactive at the same time. Every fiber of her being concentrated itself only on the queen and drowned out everything around her. Emma gasped while the queen rolled in her sheets, obviously enjoying the pleasure she was granting herself to the fullest, all while her pursing lips kept on moaning, gasping and croaking Emma’s name in this unbelievable dark, alluring voice.
Emma’s body moved on its own accord, without her really thinking, closer towards the royal bet. When her knees hit the bedframe, the queen’s voice peaked in another excited moan and Emma realised something terrible:
The queen’s eyes were open.
She had seen her.
No.
She had not only seen her.
The queen was watching her.
Emma came the suspicion, that her majesty had done so from the moment she had entered the room and it hadn’t bothered the queen in the slightest. No. She had just continued. No, not just continued, Emma was sure, she had peaked because of it. She swallowed hard and felt her cheeks heating up and yet… she could not take her eyes of the intense look the queen was giving her.
“Well… Em-mah…” the queen whispered. She tasted every syllable of Emma’s name to its fullest, as if it was some kind of delicacy.
“Are you enjoying the show, darling?” she continued sensually.
Once again Emma’s cheeks burned. In fact they felt like there were about to melt of her face, but she still was unable to avert her eyes.
Damned heavens. How often have you already seen her body? You regularly help her undress! You bathe her! It never – bothered her before? No. That was not true. It had always bothered her, always affected her, but Emma had always ignored the desire welling up inside of her. She had swallowed her lust, hidden it, bottled it up. She had never wanted it. She had never wanted it to be true.
But now…
It was overpowering. It swallowed her whole. Desire tore at her like a hungry beast. Voraciously she watched the queen slowly pulling her hand up from in between her legs, spreading them ever so slightly further apart and licking her glistening fingers.
Emma moistened her lips. Her core tightened into a knot of pure utter desire. Her muscles tensed. The urge to grab the queen’s hand, closing her lips around those slender fingers, tasting this divine ambrosia, it was enormous. However, she continued to just stand there, still, motionless. Her body was cast in marble, yet her eyes devoured her queen with a look of fiery desire.
“You aren’t usually this shy…” the queen teased with an alluring smile. She slowly sat up, elegantly like a cat. She rolled over, turning so she could eventually kneel before Emma, her back straight, their eyes on the same level, her legs parted and Emma’s nostrils were filled with the heavy scent of sex. It made her knees buckle and her core yearn. The beautiful face of her queen was still adorned by one of her mesmerizing smiles. Now Emma also saw the desire in her eyes, so great it might have rivalled her won beast. Time slowed as the queen leaned forward. Her hand travelled to Emma’s cheek. Almost lovingly she slid a lost stand of hair behind her handmaiden’s ear.
“You are always so calm, so collected… Even now…” she whispered seductively. Once again Emma had to swallow hard, cleared her throat. Her eyes were glued tot the bare curved of her queen. Her velvet skin, within arms-reach, her full breasts, curious almost sassily erected. They softly followed every movement of her queen’s body, as she leaned in and Emma could feel her hot breath on her neck. Her whole body shook as her queen whispered two little words into her ear. Two tiny words, which opened the gates to Emma’s personal heavenly hell, her devilish paradise, her ruin and her new beginning.
“Let go…”
Emma felt her hand on her cheek, how her slender fingers traced her jawline, her breath on Emma's lips and her other hand suddenly on her waist. She felt how the queen slowly pulled her in and her scent… Heavens this scent, a divine fruit she was forbidden to taste.
"Just once… Let it happen, Emma." the queen's lewd voice was hypnotising.
"I can see your desire, dear, your looks. I've always seen your looks" she murmured. Her hand danced over Emma's side, eventually resting on her hip. Oh how Emma wished the fabric of her thin nightgown would not omit the skin contact. How she longed to feel the queen's handa in her body and yet she didn't dare to move.
"I see your looks" she continued "How they follow me, devour me. I can feel your eyes never leaving me. I can feel you always at my side. My shadow…"
Again the queen's delicate hand began to caressingly travel over Emma's waist. She felt her second hand on her neck and goose bumps run down her body, when the erected buds of the queen stroke past her own. Emma gasped and those royal lips chuckled.
"I hate every second you're not with me. I despise being without you. My body yearns for you. My mind aches for you. I've looked everywhere and have never found anyone who could satisfy my desire for you. All these men, all these women… No one. No one is you, Emma. No one is my Emma. I want you" her voice quivered. "I need you, Emma."
Emma took another sharp breath while her own lust burned deep inside of her, clouding her senses. The beast in her chest growled, eager to sate its hunger, follow its instinct, its desire. But it was her rationality, her pride, which got the better of it.
"Your majesty, you shouldn't…" she took another shaky breath to steady her voice.
“We have been forbidden to… it is not proper for your rank, you-“
But the queen shut her up with a dangerous huff.
“Stop it, Emma! I said I want you! Not any chambermaid, not just any woman. YOU are so much more. And I know you want me too. You’ve always wanted me…”
“Your majesty, I-“
“I said, don’t call me that!”
“My queen-“
“EMMA!”
“REGINA!”
Emma’s voice was loud and harsh, sounding almost annoyed and yet the queen hummed in satisfaction. For a moment her eyes fluttered shut, as if she was relishing in the sound of her own name. Emma’s tongue savoured the word in her mouth as well.
“Re-gi-na.”
She tasted every syllable. How long had she not said this name? How she had missed its sound, the feeling of her tongue forming the word. Another shiver ran down her spine and her core ached. This time however, Emma did not try to hide it and the queen’s eyes sparkled as she noticed.
“No one says it the way you do…” whispered the queen, her queen – no, whispered Regina. Emma could clearly hear the pleasure in her voice, in the raspy tone. The desire was unmistakably.
“Say it again.”
“Regina.”
This time both of them gasped in unison and the beast in Emma howled. It growled and strained against its chains. It wanted more, more of this sound, more of this voice, more of its queen, her queen, her Regina.
Everything moved in slow motion while Emma raised her hands. She hesitated before she placed them on Regina’s hips, who immediately leaned into the touch and sighed deeply. Emma’s beast feasted on the feeling of Regina’s skin beneath her fingers and demanded more.
“No one feels the way you do…” Regina whispered and smiled softly.
“Regina, I…” Emma tried, but an elegant finger shut her up as it found its place on her lips.
“Shh, shh, shhh… don’t say anything.” Regina’s eyes held Emma’s.
“Kiss me” she said instead, now placing both hands in Emma’s neck.”
“Kiss me already, I need to taste your lips.”
For a long, long moment Emma did nothing. Just stood there frozen with the possibilities that opened themselves before her. Then her beast finally won. Its chains burst, her walls crumbled and her world was swallowed by the taste of Regina’s lips on her own. She tasted of apples and cinnamon, of wine and salt and of Regina. Emma drowned in the taste of her divine ambrosia on Regina’s lips. She heard her queen sigh in utter pleasure while she returned Emma’s eagerness.
The kiss wasn’t soft, nor sweet. It was rough and hard, full of lust and need and hunger and it lasted forever. A product of pure and utter desire. Desire which had been hidden, suppressed for too long. A forbidden attraction which made it all the more enticing. A connection which was not comparable to anything else. It was the moment in which Emma’s beast met Regina’s. The dangerous dance of two vile creatures. They circled each other again and again, clashing into each other before going back to drawing their circles, continuing their dance.
Emma had lost all sense of time. She did not know when or how it happened when found herself hovering over her queen – Regina.
She looked down at her, holding her arms captive above her head. She devoured every inch of the view below her. Her look was returned by hungry, amber eyes. Eyes which embodied desire that had been bottled up and was finally able to overflow.
“What are you waiting for?” Regina coaxed. Emma’s eyes snapped back to her face. She hummed as she saw the lust and arousal in them, which this submissive position filled her with. Her beast growled with anticipation and Emma’s face lit up with a dark smile.
“Don’t be so impatient” she teased.
In this moment both of them knew something had shifted. There had been a power vacuum which now had been filled, an imbalance which now as no more. The scale had tipped and Emma was in charge. The tables had turned. The air was crackling of both women’s excitement.
“I want to feel your skin” Regina practically begged as she arched her back towards Emma, who also felt the urge to feel Regina’s breasts on her own. She settled down, straddling Regina’s lap as she tore her nightgown over hear head. Only seconds later two bodies pressed against each other and lips met once again in a fiery kiss, while their beasts continued their dance. The remaining pillows fell to the ground when Emma reclaimed her position. She pinned Regina’s arms above her head, held her hips pressed to the mattress and pressed lips greedily onto Regina’s full breasts. She gently sucked at the velvet skin, kissed her erected nipples and finally followed the urge that had torn at her before. She relished in every centimetre of Regina’s body she got to explore. She bathed in the sounds her lips lured out of Regina. It was divine music in her ears, better than she could have ever imagined.
Again and again she heard her name be moaned and cried, it dulled her mind and fed her beast.
She wanted more.
More of this music.
More of this taste.
More of this drug that was Regina.
Torturing slow her tongue travelled lower and Regina’s body trembled below her. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her eyes closed from pleasured trance she was in. She cried out for Emma, begged for relief and yet demanded more. Emma was long gone. Her very soul possessed by her, her queen, her Regina.
Never could she have imagined how it felled to be possessed, how it felt to possess. But yes, she did not only belong to her queen, no, Regina belonged to her and her alone. They were no longer maid and mistress, they were not even just friends anymore. They were so much more. Prey and predator. Desire and lust.
Emma was no longer owned by the queen but her beast, her lust, her urge and her hunger.
The hunger she could now finally sate.
After all this time she could finally feed. Feed on the ecstasy, the arousal, the pleasure of Regina who completely gave into it. She owned Regina. Her beast owned Regina. She was no longer lurking alone in the shadows.
Unseen.
Unheard.
Unnoticed.
She had pulled her prey along and was about to devour it.
Finally she dove into the core of her prey and ate…
#SwanQueen#Once upon a time#Swan queen smut#A lot of pinning#And looks and gazes and stuff#And maybe a bit too many metaphors#Anyways#I hope you enjoy it anyways
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To The New Kaylors
Please stay away from Kaylors who believe they are still together and the children are hers and Taylor’s
The significant consensus, I believe, is that Kaylor existed. They had a very passionate/Romantic Relationship that ended when Karlie chose the safer option of marrying Josh and Having a family and kids.
Taylor went on to write the devastating Folklore/Evermore Albums.
Till this point, it is accepted as happened.
The fandom is pretty divided on all other matters after this.
Joe was always a beard or Not. Some believe that it started as a bearding but turned into an actual relationship.
The Miss Americana Documentary was a coming-out documentary, and it was actually Karlie or some other Woman (lots of speculation on that) in many of those scenes. Still, it was all thwarted by the big Coming-out failure during the Lover Era due to her masters being sold.
Some lore is that, yes, they broke up but are now back together, pointing to Great War and Several Songs on Midnights.
Some believe that since Karlie showed up at the eras tour, they are now on a path to reconciliation, whether as friends or something more remains to be seen.
In Conclusion, take everything with a grain of salt and don't lose your mind (it's very easy to do so). Always remember that she is a real person and not a fictional character like SwanQueen and SuperCorp. We can ship to our heart's content. Recognizing that distinction is important because we can all take it a bit too far sometimes. She does not owe us anything.
Listen to her lyrics, pick up the coding in it, and analyze it as it's meant to be, but keep a healthy distance, and you should be fine.
The biggest pitfall of being a Gaylor is forgetting boundaries and becoming too defensive to the point that we forget she is a human being.
Speculate, but don't ship her with everyone in sight. You don't date all your friends, and she doesn't, too.
Accept that we might all be wrong, and she is straight. Accept that even if she is queer, she might never come out.
Be respectful. Keep perspective and enjoy the rabbit hole that it's the Gaylor Community. It's been waiting for you.
#taylor swift#1989 tv#gaylor swift#1989 taylor's version#1989taylorswift#taylor swift 1989#kaylor#taylor#gaylor#1989 taylors version#taylor karlie#karlie kloss#karlie x taylor#taylor and karlie#Karlie Kloss and Taylor Swift#reputation#rep tv#reputation taylor’s version#midnights era#midnights album#lover era#lover coming out era
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Switching gears, I think I'm going to decide that for my current headcanon, Regina Mills is a horror film fan and doesn't mind a haunted house. I don't think she'd be a fanatic discussing Nosferatu facts or anything like that, but for some reason I can't think she would be the type to be too squeamish to watch any of it or enjoy it.
Especially a good slasher where it's "just amoral teens getting killed".
Honestly of the Swanqueen pairing I would bet that even if Emma puts up a brave face in public she'd be the type to either have nightmares not be able to sleep after the scary movie/haunted house. In said haunted house she would of course go first like the knight she is only to get jump scared by everything while Regina tries not to chuckle and play the damsel.
Obviously evil queen can be a bit of a different story.
Thoughts?
#lgbtq#lesbian#horror#regina mills#regina mills headcanons#emma x regina#swan queen#lana parrilla#jennifer morrison#ouat#the evil queen ouat#sq#swanqueen#swen
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Here's a screenshot of my fic's tagline from the SQSN Blurb Generator. (if you want to use the generator yourself to read the other taglines for the amazing fics being released, click here!)
Ahhhh, y'all don't know HOW excited I am about this!
Not many know this, but I've been in a big writing slump the last 10+ years. I used to write Sweenett, Bellamort, Bellamoine (my how the times have changed lol) and when I got a corporate job, I lost a lot of my motivation to be creative from a storytelling perspective. Going into 2023, I decided it was time to change that.
This year's SwanQueen Supernova Challenge was just the kick I needed to get motivated to write again. Over the last few months, I've put together a ~86K retelling of the Camelot arc, a story that does the arc justice and gives us the SwanQueen tale we should have gotten on screen - the real story that was being set up since the beginning of the show.
This arc was especially impactful for me when it first aired years ago. After Emma sacrificed herself in place of Regina to become the Dark One at the end of season 4, I thought to myself, Yes, this is it. This is how the writers are going to finally give us SwanQueen. The greatest magic in OUAT is about True Love, and love is sacrifice - the ways in which we demonstrate, through our actions, what oftentimes words fail to do, right?
Wrong. A&E shat the bed, turned the Dark Swan arc into a complete mess, and slapped a big CS stamp on it at the end. Outside of just the blatant queer bait, 5A was simply: unfulfilling. It was lopsided, lazy. It did not fit the countless messages we were receiving as watchers and fans of the show, in all the ways the writers would define what 'True Love' was, to then push the story in a direction that made no sense to those definitions.
Well, this October, as part of SQSN, I'm here to change that. I am so excited about this piece. I am so proud of myself, too. I have never put together something so large (my longest fic was 18K words and is still incomplete). Further, I've never put together something as complex and full as this piece. It not only rounds out that arc, along with lots of the unanswered concepts that the show introduced in earlier seasons that eventually went nowhere, it does it in a way that feels right. Good.
This story was a practice in healing; I hope it can offer you the same.
Sneak Peak 1 | Sneak Peak 2 | Sneak Peak 3
Stay tuned for the reveal and the fic link drop this October 3rd!
10/3 Edit: The fic is officially here! Enjoy, my friends!
#swan queen#swanqueen#regina mills#emma swan#fanfiction#sq#sq ff#sq fanfiction#swanqueen fanfiction#sapphic fanfiction#lesbian fanfiction#sqsn#swanqueen supernova#swan mills family#sqsn viii#sqsn viii reveals#swen#personal
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This is a day late because spoons, but the book arrived on time so I'm saying that's what counts :P
This binding was a present for @pretty-pony for @renegadepublishing's Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day binding event!
This fic is the heartrending Drive, She Said. I knew the first time I finished reading it that I would be revisiting it, because it's just that good!
She and Regina had discussed this only once, late at night when they were both tangled together, sweaty and sated. Regina was still breathing heavily, but she had turned her head to Emma and said, “There has to be a plan for Henry if this all goes bad.”
So they’d come up with this plan. This system. They would leave together, unless they couldn’t. Unless someone needed to fight for the town and Henry needed to be safe.
And today Regina had said the magic words.
It's a Swanqueen Once Upon a Time fic and a fairly short bind, coming in at a little over 13k.
I had a lot of fun with the Secret Belgian binding style. I've never done one before but I really enjoy doing non-adhesive bindings, because there's no waiting! Once it's done, it's done. It's US letter paper, folio, so it's nice and sleek and perfect to hold while I read this and cry!
The endpapers are maps of NYC, because most of the fic takes place there. That also inspired me for the title page, which was so much fun to make! This binding also-also gave me my first take on a two-spread title page. It was a little challenging making it on Word, but I'm really happy with how it turned out.
Another first for this one: using fabric markers on the cover! I think it took a similar amount of time as my cricut, and probably similar levels of frustration :'D but I'm in love with the look!
#fanbinding#ffwad#ffwad2023#renegadelovesfic#lonely rose bindery#ficbinding#renegade bindery#once upon a time#drive she said by prettypony#prettypony
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Title: Experience [Fanvideo]
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Artist: Jewelrose
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-Twitter: sq33kmonster
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This art had two fics written for it - be sure to read and comment on BOTH!
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Title: Experience
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Author: thepossibilityforjoy
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Rating: Explicit
Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 5k
Summary:
Experience- an event or occurrence which leaves an impression on someone.
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Title: you've always loved the strange birds (now i want to fly into your world)
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Author: grantwater
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Rating: Not Rated
Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Words: 17k
Summary:
the story of swanqueen through regina's eyes, and the journey they had to go on before they could find their happy ending with each other. mostly canon compliant, though canon divergent starting around the dark swan arc
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Drabble challenge
#56 - Azuatara
#113 - SwanQueen
You can pick one or do both. I just wanted to give the option
Sorry completely missed this when you sent it, hope you enjoy!
Azutara - ‘I don’t do hugs’
The inner workings of physical affection was not something that Princess Azura was ever taught in her efforts to master her element and intricacies of politics.
Becoming a member of Team Avatar didn’t change her understanding, no matter how much she wanted to change. It was more important to focus on defeating the Fire Nation before she turned her attention to everything that her royal upbringing had deprived her of.
Emerging into the Western Air Temple, she was’t at all thinking about the Fire Nation as sh researched frantically for the person who had convinced her to betray her nation, the girl who she had no idea who had survived the failed invasion.
She was crushed by a hug by an unforeseen embrace.
Initially, she stiffened but, as Katara cooed how happy she was that she made it into her ear, Azula forgot her objection about how she wasn’t one for hugs.
How could she when she lifted her arms and found that they fit so well together?
SwanQueen - ‘I prefer blondes’
Their relationship was supposed to be a secret, at least until they figured out how serious they were.
What was the sense in destroying the status quo of Storybrooke with news of the Saviour and Evil Queen dating until they were sure that they were going to last.
Currently, Emma Swan was regretting this decision, watching the diner’s counter with her knuckles whitening around her coffee.
She’d agreed to let Cruella into town, but she now wished she had the right to banish people.
The woman had the audacity to to trail her hand down the mayor’s arm.
Emma pushed herself up without a plan, heading over to the counter, but she was prevented from engagement as she got close enough to hear her girlfriend drawl while slipping away from the counter, “I prefer blondes.”
Cruella huffed but Emma had eyes only for the smirking mayor passing the dumbstruck saviour.
“Miss Swan,” she greeted as she went.
Cruella tilted her head at her curiously but Emma didn’t notice.
She was too busy shaking her head before deciding to go after her girlfriend.
#azutara#azula#katara#azulara#avatar the last airbender#kazula#swanqueen#swan queen#regina mills#swen#emma swan#once upon a time
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9 and 16 please!!! :D
Hello :D :D
9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy
Within Supergirl, I think I totally could've gotten into Kara/Lucy had Lucy stuck around longer. The dynamic there is really juicy and antagonistic, with Lucy being in the military and clearly distrustful of aliens, and god the repressed sexuality to boot.
Outside of Supergirl, definitely swanqueen. I didn't get gay vibes when watching the show, but when I was exposed to the ship, I realized that thematically it worked really well (I mean, a kid with 2 moms? Love is the most powerful form of magic, when Regina teaches Emma magic?). Sometimes I think I ought to rewatch with the ship in mind.
16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate
That Kara never says anything about having kids, while Alex does.
It's immensely important to Kara that she fall in love - that's been a theme since season 1. She wants to find her perfect partner at a game night (and clearly I believe she found her 😌). But kids? Doesn't seem to interest her. She's excited to be a cool aunt, but never really talks about having them herself.
The reason this is important is because characters who don't want kids are usually portrayed as compassionless, cold, career-oriented. (And I can love those characters! Cristina from Grey's Anatomy was a fantastic character!) It's nice to have a character who is compassionate and warm as a person, who is a bit more normal about her career.
And it contrasts well with Alex. Because Alex is very disciplined in her job, and is a total hardass, and is a deeply committed mother. You'd expect them to be flipped, but the show quietly inverts the common trope ❤️
This isn't to say people can't headcanon Kara differently! But I think it's underappreciated on the show that a woman can be portrayed as endlessly kind and yet not a mother (and not planning to be one).
(For me, I HC Kara as not wanting kids, but feeling deeply guilty, because as the Last Daughter of Krypton, she has a duty to have them. Which makes Argo a different type of relief in season 3, knowing her people live on, and she doesn't have to feel that pressure.)
Thanks for the ask!!
Fandom asks
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i just read the worst fanfic of all time and the context is emma breaking off her engagement because hook was physically abusive to her (???) and one of the excerpts include “When a woman says ‘no’,” Regina plunged her hand into Killian’s back and yanked out his heart, “she means no.” HEFJIBDRDV. i will send you the link if i have to it's just so bad it includes emma yelling at her parents with stuff you debunked like giving her up to save her life from regina. sq shippers really hate emma omg
Yes. SwanQueen and Evil Regals 100% hate Emma Swan. Well, they love season 1 Emma but they never wanted her to change. Emma is only a stand in for themselves. They would much rather see Emma under Regina’s heel and being called “idiot” by Regina than seeing Emma’s complete joy with Killian Jones calling her “amazing, beautiful, strong etc”. And this is based on the edits I’ve had the misfortune of seeing on Instagram because no one respects tags over there. The “art” they make would have people’s heads spinning if the gender roles were reversed but it’s somehow perfectly acceptable as long as it’s Regina. It’s OK because they find Regina hot and they themselves want to be abused by her.
If SwanQueeners had an ounce of honesty and even remotely tried to follow/understand canon (and acknowledge where the writing got it wrong), then they'd know that Emma should be 100x more angry at Regina for abusing Henry, making her an orphan and just overall treating her and her loved ones like they are lesser. But those that favor Regina aren’t honest about canon at all or wish to recognize how heinous the writing was when it came to how the other characters handled Regina. That and they’d have to come to terms with how crappy of a character Regina is.
And it’s really hysterical having Regina standing against domestic violence when Regina was the one that got away with so much abuse. Regina abused Henry and Snow. Regina also kept a sex slave (Graham in the EF)n and forced him into a relationship with her against his will (cursed Graham). I actually talked recently about how Regina is more like to abuse her partner than Killian Jones: CaptainSwan abusive marriage debunked.
I mean which one has struck Emma out of jealousy? Or anger? Or just enjoyed being cruel to her? Their queen!
So they can write all of the AU and highly OOC fanfic they want but at the end of the day canon reigns supreme. Because using their logic, Regina is the one more likely to abuse Emma because Regina has a history of doing so even after her redemption and she was never consumed by evil in the first place.
#anti regina mills#anti swanqueen#fandom asks#what the hell kinda fic did that regina apologist just write#reacting to ouat fanfics
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Almost. Again. -- Regina Mills x Emma Swan
Well hiyah Tumblr. I wrote a swanqueen fic. I don’t really know what this is. All I know is that I was watching episode 4x05 and there was a pretty harsh cut between when Emma and Regina defeated the ice monster and when the snow queen showed up. And I thought “they cut something out. We missed something” and then my brain gifted me this. So. Enjoy, I guess…? 🙈
Words: ~2,100
Warnings: None
Summary: Sometimes battles give you a rush of adrenaline. Sometimes battles exhaust you. And sometimes... Sometimes, battles are the perfect catalyst to mend relationships and create space for repressed feelings to bubble up and boil over. But not always.
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Snow monster? Melted. Emma’s hands burned a bit, but the giant thing dissolved into a puddle with a splash, so it was probably all taken care of.
Probably.
“I think we did it,” Emma panted, smiling despite herself.
Because it felt good. Falling back into their rhythm, melding their magic. Working together after however long they’d been apart. It couldn’t have been more than a few days. It felt like an eternity.
She looked over at Regina, finally catching her breath. And Regina…
Regina was looking at her with some kind of expression, emotion, that Emma couldn’t read for the life of her. But then a beat passed, and another. And Regina was still looking at her.
Emma cleared her throat. “Nice work.”
That seemed to jar Regina out of her stupor, because the next thing Emma knew, she was nodding.
“And you.” A pause. A swallow. “It seems that whole ‘learn as you go’ thing is working out for you. You didn’t need me after all.”
Emma fought the instant response, the guttural “I will always need you” that rattled against her ribs. Instead, she settled for a simple—
“I still have a lot to learn.”
Regina’s lip curved at the corner, and for a moment Emma thought that she had won. That she had earned herself a smile, after all this time. But then it morphed into something sad, and Regina pinned her focus on smoothing out the hem of her shirt. And Emma’s heart splintered again.
Always again.
The forest was silent for a moment, their ragged breathing the only thing filling the gaps. And really, it hadn’t been that much effort. Not with Regina helping. But it was the fear, the adrenaline. The feel of it all, and how much she had missed it.
Emma was chewing over what she could say, how she could tell her without Regina snapping her neck. She was so lost in weighing her options that she almost missed Regina breaking the silence. Beating her to it.
“I forgot how nice that felt,” she murmured, voice low and rasping.
Emma blamed it on the cold lingering in the air. Emma knew that she was lying to herself.
A measured breath. “Yeah.”
And then, to her surprise, Regina snorted.
“Always so articulate.”
Emma couldn’t help the smile that spread, because yes, working together had felt wonderful. It had stirred something inside of Emma that she forgot existed. Reminded her of a piece of herself that she forgot she possessed.
But this? Regina looking up at her through heavy lashes, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, one hand wrapped protectively around her stomach and fingers fidgeting with her sleeve at her elbow— This was what Emma had missed. Had longed for. This felt better than any magic ever could.
Because Regina was open again. She was letting Emma in. She was—
She was stepping in closer. Closing the space between them.
Oh, shit.
“Regina…” Emma tried, but her voice wobbled. Cracked.
Another step.
Emma stepped back.
She expected Regina to stop. She expected that to be enough to break the moment (were they having a moment?), to put that wall back up between them and prompt Regina to shut herself off again.
But she didn’t. And she was still looking at Emma like that. And Emma couldn’t breathe. Dear god, she couldn’t fucking breathe.
Not only could she not breathe, apparently walking backwards had fallen completely out of her arsenal as well. Because the next thing Emma knew, she tripped over a large root and went careening backward.
And then there was bark against her back. And Regina’s hand on her waist. A nice, firm, solid tree trunk had broken her fall.
And Regina’s hand on her waist.
Emma blamed the way her lungs constricted on having the wind knocked out of her by the impact from the tree.
Definitely the tree.
“Still as graceful as ever, I see,” Regina said softly, eyes flitting across Emma’s face for the briefest of seconds before boring back into hers.
And god, anything would be better than this. Regina fully ogling her lips would be better than this. Because her eyes were dark in the deep forest, and glittering against the moonlight. And Emma was certain that Regina could see straight through her, let alone read her thoughts.
She was definitely not having appropriate thoughts.
And she blamed Regina for every single one of them, because her hand was still on Emma’s fucking waist.
“I— um.” It just fell out. Because Emma felt like she needed to say something, but there was no coherent thought to pull any kind of anything from. Not in Emma’s head. Not with Regina looking at her like that.
“We really need to work on your vocabulary.”
Remember when Emma thought she’d rather have Regina ogling her lips? When that would have been easier?
Yeah. She was wrong. She was so, entirely and completely wrong. Because in the next second Regina’s gaze dropped, and Emma’s heart went right along with it.
“I missed… what our magic feels like pooled together.” Regina’s voice was low. Careful. But Emma didn’t miss the hesitation. Didn’t miss the way that Regina’s gaze snapped back to her own.
Didn’t miss that tiny flicker of longing in her eyes.
They spent enough time dancing around each other for Emma to know it when she saw it. And she saw it. Plain as day.
And that’s why she gathered up enough courage to slide her hand beneath Regina’s jacket. Over the curve of her waist.
She let out a slow breath as the warmth seeped against her palm, eyes fluttering shut.
Her thumb brushed over the smooth fabric of Regina’s shirt, and in the stillness of the night, Emma caught the tiniest hum that racked up Regina’s throat. It was enough to prompt her to open her eyes. Because she needed to know if Regina was looking at her the way that Emma wanted her to, the way that she used to. She needed to know.
Emma startled, shoving herself back against the tree. Because Regina had gotten close, so close. Too close. And Emma could feel her soft breath washing over her cheeks. Could smell her perfume, still perfectly placed, even after the long trek here. And a battle.
And Regina was leaning in, leaning up on her toes. Closer, closer.
Emma would have closed her eyes if she hadn’t been so focused, so completely enamored with that little scar above Regina’s lip. The way it stretched as Regina licked her lips, smoothed them together.
And then Regina let out the smallest, shakiest breath. And then she pressed her forehead against Emma’s. Sighed.
Somehow, that felt more intimate that a kiss. Than a hug. Than anything Emma had been expecting. She didn’t know what she had been expecting. But she knew that this was infinitely better.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Miss Swan,” Regina breathed. And was she…? Yes. Regina was nuzzling her forehead against her.
But the words stuck, and Emma didn’t like them.
“Why do you keep doing that?” she asked softly, pushing at Regina gently. Pushing her back, despite everything that screamed for her to pull her closer. “Why do you keep calling me Miss Swan?”
Regina swallowed. Straightened. “So now I’m not allowed to say your name? It’s always infinite, pointless rules with you.”
“I wish you would.”
Shit.
Shit.
“Would what?”
“Say my name.” She needed to stop talking. There was an inch of space between them now and she could finally breathe, and she needed to stop talking before she suffocated again. “I wish you would call me Emma… like you used to.”
Welp. She never could trust her heart. And here it was, overriding her brain and screwing her over once again.
Or so she thought. Until Regina didn’t push her away and tell her off. Until Regina didn’t laugh in her face and call her a stupid child.
Until Regina stared her down, jaw working and nostrils flaring with deliberate breaths. Eyes searching.
Until Regina swallowed around whatever she was about to say. Squeezed her hands into fists. And breathed Emma’s name out on a ragged exhale.
It did something, that breath. Emma didn’t quite know what it was, but it set something hot pooling through her veins and something spiky constricting around her heart.
And if she thought she couldn’t breathe then, the air got kicked out of her again as Regina repeated it. Firmer this time.
“Emma…”
She stepped closer. Pressed in. Pinned Emma against that stupid fucking tree.
And Emma could have sworn she saw Regina’s hand shaking as she smoothed it over Emma’s shoulder. Slid it down to her waist. Squeezed.
“Emma,” she breathed, and it almost sounded like a plea.
Her breath was heavy now. Emma could see her chest heaving under her shirt. Could feel the tiny, fast puffs of it against her lips. But most of all—
Most of all, Emma could feel that energy coming off of her. Crackling and sizzling and hot. Pounding through the thick of the air and pulling Emma in, in, in. Making every atom inside of her vibrate with a want that she couldn’t describe. Didn’t understand. All she understood was Regina. All she could comprehend was Regina. Their breathing syncing, their heartbeats thudding together.
And she didn’t know why it got like this, why the need rang out this loud. Why Emma’s body responded to Regina’s like this. She knew it wasn’t a spell. It wasn’t a curse. She didn’t know if it was their magic, having its own conversation and yanking them together, or if it was just Regina herself, Emma’s body ready and waiting to worship her like the goddess she was.
It wouldn’t take much now, just the smallest tilt of her chin. The tiniest shift. And Emma could do that. She could absolutely do that. But so could Regina. And she wasn’t. And Emma didn’t know if she was debating, what she was waiting for, when she had Emma literally pinned and at her mercy—
Regina’s hand tightened, nails digging in.
“Someone’s here.”
And then the moment broke, the tension shattering around Emma like her own personal wall of ice as Regina pushed away.
She barely had time to think about how fucking ironic that was, how cold she felt in this stupid forest without Regina pressing into her. And then Regina said her name again.
This time, it sounded like a warning. This time, it was too wary and too firm, and Emma decidedly didn’t like it coming out of Regina’s mouth when it sounded like that. When Regina had that look in her eye.
“We should leave,” Regina tried, reaching for Emma’s arm. Her hand? God, Emma couldn’t think. All she could register was Regina pulling her off of the tree, dragging her back the way they had come. And god, how could Regina be so put together and observant after—
“What a welcome visit, ladies.”
The wave of cold hit Emma in the stomach, pulsing off of the snow queen and hanging rigid in the air. Keeping her pinned. Slowing her down. Regina’s hand fell from hers.
Against everything, it burned.
It all happened so fast after that.
One second, it was pleasantries. Niceties. Everything was civil and Emma thought that maybe they could all actually have a proper conversation with her head screwed on straight. And then Regina’s mirror, in the wrong hands. And then those hands, lifting Regina off the ground and suffocating her. Suffocating Emma.
Ice flying, cold air filling her lungs. A whirl of snow, and quiet descending once more on the forest. Regina huffing out a long breath. Emma reaching for her, questioning. Regina glaring back, shaking her head. And then the anger, the betrayal. That acute hurt from before that had been thrown on the back burner, evaporated to oblivion by the feel of Regina’s hand on Emma’s waist.
It all came crashing back down at that look on Regina’s face, fully formed. A brick in her stomach.
Like she said, it all happened so fast. Emma asked a simple question with too much hurt laced into it. And Regina bit back. Too hard.
Emma blinked, and the next thing she knew, Regina was gone in a swirl of smoke, her words ringing low and dangerous in the air.
“I don’t want to.”
And so, Emma did the only thing she could do. The only thing she knew how to do. She took a deep breath, pretended that Regina’s words didn’t shatter her heart. Again. And then she went about the rest of her day, just like usual.
#this is my first time writing swanqueen#please don't eat me#swan queen#regina mills#Emma swan#once upon a time#ouat#evil queen#snow queen#ouat season 4#ouat 4x05#swan queen fanfic#emma x regina#regina x emma#ouat fanfiction#ouat fanfic#ouat fandom#fanfiction#fanfic
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what was your first ship, and what fandom is it from?
what’s your favorite canon moment of Temily?
rate Jara from 1-10 and explain why 😌
I honestly don't remember the first pairing I looked at and thought, "they should kiss." The first ship where I was actively involved in a fandom community and talking to other shippers about it was SwanQueen from Once Upon a Time. That was really fun for a while, until I went through an acrimonious breakup with the girl I watched OUAT with, and it kind of ruined the whole show for me for several years. 😬
My favorite canon moment of Temily is when they're drinking wine together on the balcony, and they're not in work mode, just blowing off steam together. It's such a fun moment where you really get to see how much they genuinely just like each other and enjoy each other's company, which is the foundation of any good relationship!
Jara is 9 out of 10. There's so much there to explore, so many great canon moments between the two of them, so many jumping off points for in-universe fic ideas. And they're so hot together! But the only reason it's not 10 out of 10 is because you can't have monogamous Jara AND monogamous Temily in the same universe without a lot of messy drama, and Temily is and always will be my OTP.
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Fuck.
I should not be writing smut in school.
#This is SwanQueen#And gosh#I am enjoying this way too much#Anyways#SOON#Maybe on Saturday?#Ya know as a birthday present from me toball the sween#Hehe#SwanQueen
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Another update:
I am nearing the end of my first draft of this epic SwanQueen fic annnnd I wanted to give you some more things to look forward to? I myself wait with bated breath. We’re looking at 100k+ words, 18-ish chapters… just an absolute tower of a tale, rife with nail biting suspense, a lil bit of horror, and an absurd amount of pining. (Seriously though, I pine for the days when all the good tree jokes weren’t already used. Maybe it’s time I branch out a little bit… Don’t needle me about it.)
Anyway! It’s been excruciating being so giddy and helpless in the face of this enormous story I’ve put together, so here, enjoy a bulleted list of strangely satisfying and entirely out of context things that come up in this fic (out of order, because I’m feeling chaotic.)
🔓 Am I a madwoman? Quite. Here are some teasers that prove it:
Do you like handcuffs only if they’re not used for their intended purpose? What about belts?
Sailboats. There’s sailing.
“You smell like forest.”
There’s a beanbag shotgun in here, but I don’t think anyone’s gonna actually use it?
Herbs, and not the “make you hungry and silly kind”.
Classic car porn. Just an unimaginable amount of love for old cars and trucks.
Oh yeah, they’re banging a lot.
Bald eagles for some reason? And owls? Also water fowl (swans, specifically)… no, the birds are not banging.
Beautiful depictions of American countrysides and coastal regions.
Southern accents and terms of endearment.
Hurricanes. Literally.
Strong undertones of Dom/Sub, spanking, straps, kink discovery (Did I mention there’s lots of banging?)
Emotional healing, journey to the self, yada yada
Now, my next update will feature some of the story’s darker themes, of which there is one very sensitive, very important topic (more of a pivotal footnote, a spark to set the rest of the story ablaze) that I am vehemently adamant about not mishandling. This is why when I hand it off to my betas, there will more than likely be a short period for some strong rewrites. I will explain further soon…
Until then, maybe I should drop the title? Stay tuned. 🤷🏻♀️
#alonebutneverlonely#ao3 writer#fan fic blog#fan fic update#lgbtq#ao3#femslash fanfic#swan queen#regina mills#emma swan#swan queen fanfiction#swanqween#swan queen femslash#smut#bisexual#bisexual representation#thought this should have its own post#coming soon
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