#actually no she's a top but also sometimes? a pillow princess xxx

[dykefever]

lesbian lily is something that can be sooo personal To Me but at the very least she should always always be a horny but frigid bisexual. if she’s a dyke though  i think she’s a whore with insane topping skills.

[suicidalalarmclock]

🦢 👑

III

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Emma awoke groggily in what seemed to be her bed. She moved to sit up and froze in place upon hearing her mother’s stern voice in the background.

“The princess should not be able to slip out into the night undetected!”

Great. Now her mom was on a warpath with her handmaidens. They were sure to have severe attitudes with her for the next month.

“You don’t understand your majesty, she waits until we are asleep.”

“Give them a break mom.” Emma managed to come off unfazed though now that she was sitting up she wished she had stayed laying down. Her entire body hurts, especially her head.

“Emma!” Queen Snow’s doe eyes doubled in size upon realizing her daughter was awake.

“Emma! Why in the world were you out last night?! Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if your father wouldn’t have been there?” Emma’s mind still hadn’t sorted out the details of how she came to be back home in the first place and the splitting headache she was currently enduring made cohesive thought impossible.

“Mom I’m sorry-”

“And of all things to find out that you brought the former King Henry’s daughter with you? What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t . . . I mean I wasn’t . . . is she okay?” Snow’s features softened. Her eyebrows no longer pulled together in a frown.

“She’s fine sweetheart don’t worry. Your father brought her back to the palace. She’s in the south wing with Blue.”

“Oh no mom, she hates Blue.” Snow decided not to touch that as her daughter still appeared delirious and she had more pressing matters to sort out.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I fell off the side of a cliff. What happened last night?”

“Don’t play coy with me young lady. Why did your father find you in the Highlands?”

Emma didn’t know where to start or if she should even start at all. The conversations with Regina had her confused and waking up in the palace with no recollection of how she got there made her anxious. Snow saw the worry flint across her daughter’s face so she decided to give a little.

“Your father said he found you, Daniel, and the former princess arguing outside of Fairy HQ?”

There was no accusation to her tone. In fact, it seemed as if she was asking a simple question.

“We weren’t arguing.” Emma defended until she remembered that they had indeed been in something of a disagreement. “She’s . . . different than us.”

“Who is she? Regina?” Snow questioned earnestly trying to follow Emma’s disjointed train of thought.

“Yes, the princess.” Emma fought with how to further describe the woman she’d met. She wasn’t sure if she could trust her mother with anymore information about Regina so she turned the focus back on herself. “I heard father talking about Ginger village and I wanted to help.”

“You mean you eavesdropped on a classified Round Table discussion? Emma, how many times must we go through this? By doing that you only get half information!”

“Yeah well that half is a lot better than none.”

“Emma, you could have gotten yourself killed. Do you have any idea what is assumed to be taking the children there?”

“No, obviously that was what the entire mission was about.”

“How is that obvious? The Highlands is in the complete opposite direction of the village.”

Emma did not respond. She had no desire to go into the reasons why her father had found them in The Highlands so she remained silent and allowed her mother to continue on.

“Emma,” Snow began in visible distress, “There’s a witch in the woods.”

Emma would have normally laughed out loud at this but her mother’s serious face made her uneasy.

“You can’t mean . . .? Not like a witch with magic?” Magic seemed to be the reoccurring theme of the week.

“Yes, I do mean a witch with magic” Snow stated gravely.

“How is that possible if fairies control it all?”

“It seems it gets the magic from the children.”

Emma’s face became unreadable as she tried to understand how that could be true. “Wh-what does the witch do with the children?

“They aren’t sure. None of the missing have been found.”

“So this witch can somehow take magic form children?” Emma repeated if in an attempt to wrap her head around the idea. “How do we know?”

“Blue knows the signs and insists it’s very dark

magic. Fairy patrol alerted us to an encounter last week. They believe it was a female and they confirmed her use of dark magic. Tinker Bell was creating a tracking spell with a piece of fabric that had come off of the things robes and now she’s missing.”

“Shit!”

“Emma! Language.”

“I’m sorry mom. It kinda just came out. This is a lot of information you know? And I still feel like sh-cr-sickly . . .” The princess cursed like a sailor, it happened sometime around age 15 and now at 17 the filter was barely in place.

“Do you see now? I am trying to be completely open with you so that I will not wake up to a terror like I did last night! You could have been killed!”

Snow continued laying on the guilt. Emma nodded intermittently while tuning her mother’s voice down to a muted level. Her mind back on Regina. She was here in the palace. Emma needed to see her.

“Is that understood?” Snow finished waiting for her daughter to respond. The young princess was sure her mother had listed the punishments if she ever found herself in a similar predicament. She decided not to give her usual quarrel, about almost being an adult and how ludicrous it was for her parents had to think they could shield her from all the evils of the world.

“Yes mother.” and her mother being so tired from the ordeal allowed their conversation to end without further inquiry.

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Regina awoke to a warm hand pressed against her back. The sensation was so comforting that she couldn't help but relax. She found herself disappearing into its promise of protection and courage. A pleasant tingle seeped deep into her bones, unearthing desires she had acquiesced for more stability. It was Healing Magic. The warmth of it radiated out from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, but its intensity dissipated as quickly as it came and it was this fleeting sensation that dragged her back into consciousness. 

  She allowed her eyes to wander about the space. Her back was pressed against goose down pillow tops and her body was covered in a weighty silk bedding. Expanses of marble stretched out across the floor, up columns, and arching open to a balcony where a heavily embroidered curtain fluttered tastefully in the breeze. Regina rolled her eyes. She had to be at the palace and the space was quite . . . charming really.

 “Princess.” The voice was unmistakable and Regina pushed back beneath the sheets. At least she knew where she was but why was this Blue fairy touching her?

“Are you feeling better?” Blue’s gentle tone only angered her further.

“That’s quite a question coming from you.” Are you asking if my soul has recovered from your intrusion or my body after tonight?”

“You’re angry.”

Regina did not feel it necessary to warrant a response. She stared back with an incredulous glare challenging the fairy to try and discredit her dismissiveness.

“I understand your resistance but please try to see it our way.  The dark side of magic is too much for a human to bare.”

Regina had resolved not to speak for the remainder of Blue’s intrusion but she spoke without thinking. 

“How can one measure good without evil to judge it against?”

“We do not survive off of philosophy. It would do you well to remember that.”

“You healed me with magic.”

“You are still a royal and you were hurt. It is my obligation to heal you. Would you prefer that I not?”

“I want you to give me my powers back!”

Blue turned away from her with a sigh.

“I knew this would prove too difficult for you.”

Regina sighed too out of exasperation as she decided to take the bait.

“What would be too difficult exactly?”

“You here in this realm without magic or control. I do hate for my doubts to be correct.”

And the way Blue said that let Regina know she felt the complete opposite. She did enjoy being right, being right about her in particular.

“I can grant one you one wish. ”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said. I can grant you one wish. Think about it. You could wish yourself free from us and this oppressive place.”

Regina’s mouth hung slack open when commotion at the door muted her entirely.

“Regina!” 

It was Emma dressed in a pale pink housecoat with delicate white stitching. Her cheeks were red and her chest heaved as if she had been running. 

“Emma?” Regina’s tone was kind while also vexed. She pulled the sheets further up her chest, feeling indecent in the summer sleep dress that was so thin it was see through.

“I’m sorry” Emma hesitated bringing her eyes down to her feet “I wanted to make sure you were okay and . . . hello Blue.” She added as an afterthought.

The fairy’s eyes seemed to be lit with curiosity upon watching the two.

Regina’s eyes narrowed to a point, “Blue says I have one wish.”

Emma laughed out loud more snarky than actual joy

“She does hun? Good luck with that.”

“Is that something to laugh at?”

“Let’s just say, I’m still waiting for my ‘one wish’ to be granted.”

“Now princess swan, you know as well as anyone, even fairy magic comes with a price.”

“The sacrifice of my happiness seems to be of no effect.” Emma spat back, Regina watched with rapt attention, clearly theses two had deep seated issues.

“Why are you here?” Regina drew back her attention with the soft inquiry. She watched Emma intently as she wrung her hands together nervously.

“I wanted to show you something and it seems I came in time to stop you from using your wish on a thing she will never grant you. Isn’t that right Blue?”

Blue eyed the sullen princess warily before speaking with carefully chosen words.

“You both are too angry. I can not help you with that. I will leave you two now.” with that Blue disappeared in a puff of blue smoke.

The room fell silent. Both girls staring awkwardly at different spots around the room. Regina cleared her throat laughing a bit.

“What is it?” Emma questioned paranoid that the brunette was laughing at her. She knew she looked deshevled and she was still out of breath from running all the way down the south wing.

“It’s nothing really. I never would have thought that anyone could despise Blue more than me, let alone of all people you.”

Regina watched Emma shuffle her weight nervously between her feet and saw it best to stop teasing her. Clearly, she did not want to talk about it.

“Ahem, you uhm wanted to show me something?”

The blonde took a moment to come out of her daze.

“Right, and I want to apologize.”

“You seem to have to do that often.” She meant it as an insult but couldn’t stop the playful smirk forming on her lips.

“Well yeah. It’s sorta my thing. I should never have judged you. People judge me all the time and I hate it . . . You have every right to your opinions.”

“As you do yours. Really Emma . . . you were probably right, stealing my magic back would have done no good . . . ” It was a truth that was a pain to admit. Emma nodded her head slowly making her way closer to the bed taking a chance to sit along the edge.

“Daniel is at the castle too. I thought you might want to see him.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“No, I - Thank you.” She’d been hoping Emma wanted to show her something more . . . well she wasn’t sure at all. Something that wasn’t her boyfriend. She hadn’t thought about him for two seconds since waking in the Charming's castle and now she found herself studying the slight pink dusted a top of Emma’s cheeks, the gentle curl of her eyelashes as she looked up from worrying her fingers. Regina wanted to run her fingers over those lashes. She wanted to kiss her eyelids and feel the feather light tickle of her lashes upon her lips.

Wow. She needed to slow down some. The healing magic had her feeling all gooey inside and she had to remember to take it easy. The princess was just so pretty and no no she’s now fairly certain that she wants to kiss her. It is all crazy. Things are moving too fast.

“I want to trust you Emma. Against my better judgement . . . maybe now we can be friends?”

The blush upon Emma’s face came back ten fold.

“Friends hun? I’d like that very much.”

The princess paused. Not sure if she should continue on the same train of thought, but she had never been good at impulse control. There was an energy the radiated between them unlike anything Emma had ever experienced in her life so she took a deep breath before she could betray her true feelings, “What if I was to say that I want more?”

“More than what?”

“More than friends.”

Emma reached forward for Regina’s hand and as soon as their fingers touched a blinding white light crackled between the two.

Emma looked terrified and honestly, Regina felt that way too, but she was also elated. She knew fairies couldn’t have control over every piece of magic in this land. Then how preposterous could it be that her true love had been living in another dimension this entire time.

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