#ouat author

[oautincorrectquotes]

Emma: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Henry.

Regina: You just said it again.

Emma: I am not a role model.

[streepytime]

Here I am in 2024 new to the Swan Queen fandom… reading dozen of fanfictions a day like there’s no tomorrow… commenting each chapter but seeing the last person who commented did it 2 sometimes 4 years ago!! 🫣 I’m forever going to regret I missed this incredible era… I’m comforted to see there’s still a lot of people shipping it though.

[shaunashipmn]

ONCE UPON A TIME ⇢ 6x16 | MOTHER’S LITTLE HELPER

[dinneratgrannys]

It’s a shame, I mean...writing a happy ending for the Evil Queen. Well, you...you’ve always been a favorite of mine. Very clear goals plus totally damaged personality with a self-destructive streak? A recipe for compelling.

[countrymusiclover]

How do y'all overcome writer's block???

I have been trying to write my stories but keep switching from story to story and not fully having any inspiration to write good quality chapters for any of them.

So, with that being said, I might be taking a break from writing and will just be reading others' works until December.

In the meantime if any of you have anything you would want to see on your favorite story/stories, I am begging you please overflow my ask box with ideas ( 😉 that could make some updates come sooner ) anyways thanks 😊

@severa-kane @100foreverfiles @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @lover-of-books-and-tea @kmc1989 @caprisunzz @lindsayjoy444

@noirrose21-blog @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila @1not-today-satan1 @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-bluee @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad @ashsallyblue2 @tallrock35 @herondale-lightworm @afraidofshrimp @eclipse134 @vavafaure1994 @melvia-ito

@annieradcliff @watermeezer @zaidatorcuatomorgado @dreamgemini09 @anonymousmuffinbear @tallrock35 @kmc1989 @starkleila @noirrose21-blog @immyowndefender @iamavailablesstuff @plaguecourier @mystrey101 @onentaien-kwara

[beekneelsformommy]

Established Emma Swan x Regina Mills

Summary: It's the first wedding anniversary for Emma and Regina, and in true SwanQueen fashion, a nice little bolt of thunder puts a spanner in the works.

Warnings: Soft angst/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This was another one I wrote in 2014, but I have re-written this because I hated the direction I took it in (it made no sense) so this version is so much better!

“God damn it!” Emma yelled, slamming her palms over the steering wheel.

It was Emma and Regina’s first anniversary, and not only is there a pretty substantial rainstorm, but her bug has broken down in the middle of the storm—just short of reaching the Storybrooke town boundary. Emma was already two hours behind schedule due to the long wait to pick up the food and a stop to purchase her wife a bouquet of roses, and then traffic was backed up due to the rain, and now this. Regina was going to murder her, and to make matters worse, her phone had died, so she couldn’t even call her wife to tell her what was going on.

Emma didn’t know what to do; she continued her attempts to start the bug but to no avail, turning the key, hearing the engine noise but then it would die, again and again and again, it just wouldn’t budge.

Emma realised she needed to change her plan, she couldn’t just sit in her car hoping it would start, she would have to come back for it. Emma’s eyes saw the flowers she had bought sitting beside her on the passenger seat “Right that’s it.” she grabbed the flowers clutching them in her fingers and against her chest, she grabbed and food, off the back seat and pulled the keys out of the ignition leaving the car parked on the side of the road—she made a fast and heavy footed dash back to the mansion, the rain thundering down against her, the flowers and food.

The only problem was that Emma wasn’t wearing a jacket; after all, she wasn’t expecting to be there for long and she was only going to be jumping in and out of the car, so she didn’t think to pick up her jacket; all she was wearing was her dark blue jeans, a white woollen jumper, and her brown knee length boots.

Emma legged it with the food, flowers, and keys in her hands, and even if she had magic, she didn’t want to chance using it with her arms full of items. It took the blonde roughly thirty minutes to sprint back to the mansion, and once there, everyone knew. Emma burst through the front door and dashed into the kitchen, dropping the flowers, food, and keys on the table; she was completely drenched looking like a drowned rat.

“Emma you’re late.” Regina deadpanned, trying to hide the fact that she had been out of her mind with worry. “And you’re dripping onto my clean floors” Regina grabbed Emma by the shoulder pushing her out the kitchen.

“Hey, I bought dinner, and roses…”

“And pneumonia apparently, go sit by the fire, I’ll dish up, and you can tell me about why on tonight of all nights your late.”

Emma dragged her feet across the floor, and sitting herself on the rug in front of the warming fire. Emma breathed into her hands, as she had her legs stretched out in front of her, trying to warm up her body after it had been hit with the icy cold rain.

Regina plated up the Chinese food and while it was heating it up, she went and grabbed a towel and a blanket from their bedroom, bringing them both back down and over to her cold, wet wife.

“Here.” Regina passed Emma the towel.

“Thanks. I am sorry I’m late it wasn’t my fault.”

Mmhh…” Regina raised her brow as she wrapped Emma up in the blanket. “I was really worried Emma.”

Emma felt a pang of guilt, because despite the front that Regina puts on she is an incredibly emotional and feeling person. She loves hard, she worries like hell and her anger would take the town out in one fallen swoop.

Regina crouched down in front of her wife, her hand laying at the top of her boot, the other at the bottom and she pulled it off her foot and did the same with the other. “Emma for gods sake, you went out without socks on?”

“I had boots on!”

“Would you like hyperthermia for her first wedding anniversary, because I would rather that didn’t happen.” Regina gripped the boots in her hand, standing up and setting them by the door just as the time went off. “It’s a good job you bought food.”

“And roses, don’t forget the roses.”

“Never.” Regina let a smile finally grace her face. Her idiotic wife, always making her mad but in a loving and adorable way. She was like a golden retriever. Regina fell for those puppy dog eyes every time, hook, line and sinker. “Emma take off your clothes and I’ll dry them whilst we eat.” Regina called as she walked into the kitchen.

“You want me to eat naked?” Emma had to admit even this was a bit odd, even for Regina, but she relaxed when the dulcet tones came echoing back in the form of a laugh.

“No, go and get some other clothes on, magic them down if you have to.”

“Can’t you do it?”

“Now, you’re just being annoying.” Regina grumbled, as she she plated up the hot food of chow mein for her self and Emma’s fried rice and sweet and sour sauce and some egg rolls for each of them.

Emma was finally on her feet stripping down to her underwear when Regina walked in with a quiet smile on her face, and Emma removed the rest of her clothing and passing them to Regina who flicked her hand making a heated rack appear and placing Emma’s clothes on them.

“You know this is unfair.”

“What is?” Regina deadpanned, but she knew exactly what her wife was talking about. Emma was standing there naked, and Regina fully clothes was just looking, watching with a dirty grin.

“You know what.” Emma finally, with a flick of her her own wrist magicked on some fluffy pyjamas, keeping her nice and cosy until later when it wouldn’t be just her clothes coming off. “Better?”

“So you don’t catch pneumonia or hyperthermia then yes. Now come sit down and eat your food.” Regina placed Emma plate on the coffee table and she sat herself down on one side of the couch, plate and fork in hand, and her legs curled up beside her, as she ate, and watched Emma do the same. “So…” Regina moved her foot, so it was resting against Emma’s “Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?”

Emma took a bite of her food hoping that would slow down her brain when she spoke. It did not. “I just wanted to buy you some flowers and your favourite food from the Chinese and I mean it was going okay until the line for the food took ages, then the storm started, and then the bug broke down just short of the town line and then my phone died so I couldn’t even phone to tell you,” Emma took a long needed breath.

“Take a breath Em, I’m just glad you’re okay….you okay, right?”

“Yes.” Emma nodded, shovelling a second forkful of food into her gob. “I’m just cold,”

“Okay good, I’m glad you’re okay and not hurt like I was imagining,” Regina smiled, but her breath was held in her throat for a second longer than was normal “Em…why didn’t you simply poof back to the mansion?” Regina was still perplexed as to why Emma, who had the potential to do so through her, did not utilise her magic. It didn’t make any sense.

“Oh, well, I was carrying stuff, and because I was anxious about getting back, I theorised my magic wouldn’t work as I wanted it to, and the chance of me dying in battle wasn’t worth it.”

Regina choked out a laugh, “Dying in a battle? Oh, Em…you truly know how to exaggerate.”

“But you love me?” Emma smirked as she chomped on the last egg roll and placed the almost empty plate in front of her as did Regina.

“You think I’d be sitting here if I didn’t?”

“I dunno,” Emma shrugged “You could be pretending?”

“Well, I’m not, come here.” Regina wrapped her arm around Emma’s shoulders and pulled her into her own body, and Emma just relaxed into it, resting her head on Regina’s shoulder, but before she could rest completely, Regina grabbed her chin forcing her to look up at her.

“Never do that again. Emma, I really thought something had happened, I was so close to calling your Dad.”

“My Dad?” Emma blinked “but you hate—”

“Exactly.” Regina pressed her lips to Emma’s, it wasn’t hard, it was more of a lazy soft kiss, but a kiss to remind Emma how loved she was, and how worried Regina has been. Regina released her grip on Emma’s chin and as her wife curled into her Regina pulled the throw from the back of the couch over her feeling the way her body was warming up, and as Regina pulled the blanket over Emma’s shoulders, she heard the sweet soft sounds of Emma’s breathing, already a sleep.

“Happy Anniversary Em…I love you.” She says the words so quietly, so soft, they’re tucked between aching breaths, but she means every single one of them with her beating heart.

[wyntereyez]

Wool of bat and tongue of dog

Thanks to @jrob64 for the banner! It's perfect.

Here's the first part of my @cssns contribution. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but thanks to me being a terminal procrastinator combined with a very busy two weeks at work, my brain can't word very well at the moment.

Part One

The door to the Storybrooke Bat Rehabilitation Center was unlocked.

Emma immediately went on the alert. Mary Margaret had left over an hour ago, and she’d never have forgotten to lock the door behind her. After Walsh and the events of the previous month, Emma had taken to bringing her gun with her. She could see Mary Maragaret’s frown whenever she spotted it, but Emma refused to be alone without it. 

Not when she was a potential target for the supernatural.

And now, it looked like her fears were well-founded, because there was something inside the building that definitely wasn’t a bat. Emma had inched the door open, holding her breath so she could listen. She could hear something moving in the lobby, by the reception desk.

A deep, resonating growl that made a primal part of Emma want to scream and flee. Her grip tightened on the gun, and she started to raise it.

Then an annoyed chittering followed, which was interrupted by a yip of indignation. Supernatural, all right, but familiar.

Emma holstered the pistol and stepped inside.

A massive wolf was crouched next to the desk, eyes locked on the large fruit bat perched on the edge. The bat raised his head and made delighted squeaks, and the wolf offered a wag of the tail before turning her snarling muzzle back to the bat.

“No supernatural turf wars before I’ve had my coffee,” Emma grumbled. She picked Killian up and plopped him down atop the startled Ruby’s back, then headed towards the breakroom. Ruby padded along after, Killian clinging to her shoulders for dear life.

They both waited patiently as Emma brewed a pot of coffee. While she waited, she grabbed the fruit bowl from the fridge and offered it to Killian, who daintily grabbed a slice of banana and half a strawberry. Ruby’s tongue flicked out, snatching two melon cubes and getting saliva all over the fruit, making Killian shriek in indignation. Emma sighed. “Can we use human words now, please?”

The fruit bat clumsily pulled himself to Ruby’s side, then released his grip on her fur. If he’d been a normal crippled bat, Emma would have dove to rescue him. But the bat never hit the ground; instead, a leather-clad man crouched next to the massive wolf.

Ruby licked his face, smearing melon and saliva on his cheek. Killian sputtered, and she trotted off, making a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

“How’d you piss her off this time?” Emma asked as she added cream and sugar to her coffee.

“What makes you think I’m responsible, Swan?” Killian pouted as he straightened. His hook gleamed in the fluorescent light.

“You turned into something small, helpless, and cute to argue with her,” Emma pointed out. 

“Which wasn’t enough to prevent me from being angry with you,” Ruby said as she re-entered the break room on two legs.

Now that Emma was in on her secret, Ruby had taken to leaving spare clothes at the Belfry in case of unexpected transformations. She returned shortly in human form, wearing a red T-shirt and black leggings. Her feet were bare, toes caked with dirt from her run. She made a beeline for the coffee pot.

“You’re late tonight,” Ruby commented. “Did something happen?”

“I spent all day at the Town Hall.” Emma couldn’t hold back her groan. “You wouldn’t think it would be so difficult to select an interim mayor. They just need someone to hold the position until an election can be held.”

The mayor had been found dead of a heart attack in his office two days previous, throwing the city council into an uproar. It was a headache that Emma really didn’t need. Especially since there was one member of the council famous for disagreeing with everything, and he’d loudly shot down every candidate. Several of the city council members were friends of his, and tended to follow his lead, which led to deadlocked votes. “He’s going to drive me insane,” Emma sighed.

“Leroy?” Ruby hazarded.

“Yep. Had an argument for everything. By the time the meeting was called, the council still hadn’t chosen anyone, and I almost went to the Rabbit Hole instead of coming here.”

“Sounds worse than vampire politics,” Killian snorted. “Though I imagine there’s less blood.”

“You’d be surprised,” Emma slumped into a chair, her exhaustion finally getting to her. “So what were you two fighting about?” 

Killian and Ruby exchanged glances. “A deer,” they said in unison. 

Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose, already sorry she asked. This was going to add to her headache. “And why was this particular deer so important? We’re surrounded by woods, there are hundreds of them around.

“I was hunting it, of course. A vampire can’t live on strawberries alone. And deer’s blood can sustain me for more than a week.”

“You didn’t have to choose my prey!” Ruby’s voice had developed a snarl not unlike her wolf’s vocalizations. “I’d been stalking that deer for more than an hour!”

“It was the only deer I’d scented for miles,” Killian defended. “And unlike you, I need live prey.”

Emma tensed, suddenly reminded that she was dealing with two supernatural predators. She reminded herself she’d seen Killian in bat form with his face buried up to his eyes in fruit, and that she’d once half-carried a drunken Ruby home. They were predators, but they had softer sides. Hell, she’d known Ruby since high school.

Ruby scowled and turned the other chair backwards, so she could sit on it with her chin resting on the headrest. She continued to glare at Killian.

“This isn’t your usual night for hunting.” Killian usually chose the nights where no one stayed overnight to go out.

“True; but that storm that’s brewing is going to hang around for a few days. I don’t fancy hunting in the rain.”

“Same reason I was out,” Ruby nodded. “I needed to get a good run in before being cooped up the next few nights. And deer are one of my favorite meals.”

Emma abruptly burst out laughing. At Killian and Ruby’s matching looks of bewilderment, she explained, “Sorry, I just thought about how it must look, seeing Killian stalk a deer when he’s dressed like a pirate.”

“He hunts as a wolf,” Ruby growled. “Which makes him a trespasser on my territory.”

“You can turn into a wolf?!” Emma asked incredulously, then wondered why she was so shocked. She’d been dealing with the existence of the supernatural for nearly a month now; she should be used to this, right?

“Aye,” Killian said, “vampires can become any creature of the night. Though we’re far more impressive than weres.” 

Emma wondered what was considered a ‘creature of the night’, especially since she knew wolves were frequently active during the day. Could he become an opossum? A raccoon? Maybe a cricket?

Vampire crickets, now there was a thought.

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Vampiric wolves look like how wolves were traditionally depicted: all snaggly teeth and glowing eyes. Werewolves, on the other hand, are perfect specimens of wolf: lithe and muscular, swift as the wind.”

“So… you’re like the goths and jocks of the wolf community?” Emma took a sip of her coffee to hide her amusement as she watched Ruby sputter indignantly. Killian simply smirked, flashing that chipped fang.

“Perhaps we should continue our tale, lass, before we end up at each other’s throats, aye?” Killian said softly, and Ruby calmed.

“Yeah.” Ruby shook her head as though to dispel the last vestiges of wolf. 

The change in tone put Emma on immediate alert. “What happened out there?”

“Something spooked the deer badly enough that it turned around and fled past us,” Killian said. 

Oh. That didn’t sound good. Emma set her coffee aside, suddenly too nauseous to finish it. “Did you investigate?”

“Yeah,” Ruby said. “We followed the deer’s path, and soon we could smell what had frightened it. It was…wrong. It made my hackles rise, and I was growling without even knowing at what. Killian and I crept forward, and that’s when we found it.”

“An altar,” they said in unison.

Ah. Emma doubted they meant the kind you’d find in a church. “Oh?” Her coffee was getting cold, she noted as she took a lingering sip.

“A witch’s ritual altar,” Killian clarified, staring at her intensely. 

“A witch? Of course they’re real, too,” Emma sighed. “How worried about this should we be?”

“I’m not sure yet. I need a better look at the altar and the sigils around it to get an idea of what sort of ritual was performed.”

“So you’re an expert in witches now?” Ruby arched a brow.

“No, but I can ask people who are, and for that, I need photos. We need to get back out there immediately and photograph the site.”

Neither would have had access to their phones’ cameras, of course. Ruby would have been a wolf, and while Killian could transform clothes along with his body, it only seemed to be the archaic black leather outfit he favored when he wasn’t pretending to be human. Objects like his phone or wallet didn’t survive the transformation.

“Swan, I’d like you to come along as well; I want to see how you react to the magic.”

When Walsh had tried to compel Emma, he’d discovered that she was immune to his vampiric powers. This intrigued Killian, because it was a very rare gift not found in pure humans. He was determined to figure out just what was in her bloodline.

Emma was less enthused about this. She didn’t have any interest in parents that had abandoned her as a baby. She only cared about David and his mother Ruth, who had taken her in when she was a feral street child and given her a home and love.

Plus, she really didn’t want to walk around the woods after dark. There might be ticks or something.

“Now? It’s almost midnight!” And the moon was only a crescent, meaning it would be dark as pitch outside.

“Aye, but there’s a storm rolling in. All the evidence will be washed away by morning. Likely by design,” Killian said.

Reluctantly, Emma grabbed her coat from the closet while Ruby went off to change back into a wolf. Despite the protection of a large wolf and a vampire, Emma felt a thrill of fear as they stepped away from The Belfry’s exterior lights and to the edge of the forest beyond.

Her flashlight did little to help.

“So… tell me about witches,” Emma said. “Just how dangerous are they?”

“Most witches are benign,” Killian corrected, surprising her. “Just women gifted with knowledge and a bit of magic. Many of them end up in positions where they can use their gifts to help others: doctors and nurses, veterinarians, financial advisors, that sort of thing. Some are hide amongst charlatans, using real magic and divination to tell futures or speak with the dead, though those are rare. Mostly, they just live among humans, leading normal - though perhaps luckier - lives.

“True practitioners of the black arts are rare. They’re hunted by their own kind, in much the same way I take care of out of control vampires. This one… the scent of her magic is rotten.”

“What can someone with that kind of magic do?”

Killian scratched his cheek with the tip of his hook as he thought. “They can create curses, give others ill luck, or even kill without touching their victim. We won’t know much more until my expert has had a look.”

There was silence for a while after that, as Emma tried to fit this into her already shaken worldview. Finally, she decided it was just too much for one night, and turned her thoughts to something else.

“Henry really enjoyed visiting your ship the other day. It’s all he’s been talking about ever since.” Henry’s class had taken a day to tour the ‘real’ pirate ship (which was, in fact, a very real pirate ship, captained by a very real pirate), and he’d come home asking for sailing lessons. Not possible so late into the season, but she’d promised him that if he was still interested next year, she’d look into it.

“He’s a fine lad,” Killian told her. “Smart, and curious about everything. I’d be delighted to teach him some sailing basics, if…”

If you give me a reason to stick around, Emma knew he was thinking. Because Emma knew it was more than the threat of a rogue vampire that kept Killian living as a bat in Storybrooke. And three nights ago, Killian had finally made his move to see if there could be anything between them.

“So, Swan, are you looking forward to tomorrow night?”

Ahead, Ruby slowed, canting back one ear. Emma thought at first something had put her on alert; then she realized her friend was eavesdropping.

Right. Tomorrow. When she and Killian had dinner reservations for Bella Notte. Their first date.

She’d never been so nervous.

She wanted to date Killian. But her violent introduction to the world of vampires had left her cautious. Even Ruby’s reassurance that vampire society worked as Killian had described, with strict laws and enforcers that carried out ruthless punishments for lawbreakers, she’d still been wary.

Walsh had been terrifying, but he’d been newly-turned. Weak. Killian was centuries old and powerful.

He also squeaked at her petulantly if she gave him banana slices when he wanted strawberries.

The rumbles of thunder that had begun when night fell were growing louder, and Emma was beginning to worry they wouldn’t make it to the altar in time. But after forty-five minutes of what felt to Emma like random stumbling around in the dark, Ruby let out a sharp bark.

“We’re here,” Killian said unnecessarily. Because Emma could feel the change in the air, something that made her hair stand on end. 

“The hell?” she asked.

“So you do feel it,” Killian sounded as if she’d just confirmed something for him.

How could anyone not feel that? It was a miasma that pressed against her, threatening to smother her.

She fought down the urge to claw at her skin, and forced herself to examine the altar.

If Emma had been walking through the woods alone, she never would have seen it - or at least not realized it wasn’t a natural formation. She ran the flashlight beam over a tree that had been split in half, probably by a lightning strike. One half had fallen to the side, the other was still attached to the stump, but bent at a ninety degree angle to form a natural table just over knee height.

The split trunk was spotted with dark stains. A fragment of bone was caught in a furrow in wood.

“I’ll hold the torch if you’ll take the photos,” Killian offered. Emma handed the flashlight over, and he directed her to photograph the altar, as well as the sigils she’d missed at first look. The were carved into the ground, or painted onto the trunks of surrounding trees with the same fluid that had stained the altar.

Killian was thorough. Emma wondered if he was like this with all investigations, because she could use someone like him in the Sheriff’s Department.

Thunder boomed, and Emma and Ruby jumped. “Storm’s almost here,” Killian observed. “We’d better leave now, before we’re caught out in it.”

They only just managed to make it back to The Belfry before the sky opened up. Emma was soaked through by the time she managed to unlock the door, and Ruby reeked of wet dog. Killian, she noted, managed to look ridiculously good even when wet.

The rain pounded away into the night, and Emma shivered. She hoped it would be enough to wash away the taint of evil in the forest.

~oOo~

The stranger stank of dark magic.

Emma had been in the back office of the sheriff’s station, taking care of paperwork, when David had called her up front.

Grateful to escape her papery hell, she’d hurried up front - only to be brought up short by the elegant woman in the immaculate business suit who was ignoring David’s attempts to be friendly. Emma, however, immediately drew her interest.

Dark eyes ran up and down Emma, and perfect lips turned down into a frown, as if she’d found Emma lacking. “Can I help you?” she asked stiffly.

“I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Regina Mills,” the woman said haughtily. “I’m the new mayor of Storybrooke.”

~tbc~

[creptolli]

Do I have several (5+) fanfics I’ve started and need to continue?

Yes

Am I already starting another one that I’m probably not gonna finish?

Yes.

[str8up-vanilla]

Emma: You know Killian, it's real weird how we constantly get interrupted in the middle of intimate moments.

Killian: Aye love, if I didn't know better I'd say someone out there was doing all they could to stop our fun.

Emma: I know, it's weird right?

Killian: Very.

Emma:

Killian:

Emma:

Killian: !

Emma: !

Emma & Killian: Henry!

[sombaf]

The wind outside had teeth, but Regina didn’t feel it.

She marched down Main Street like a storm wrapped in wool and heels, the echo of her footsteps sharp against the wet pavement. Her coat flared with each stride, the air biting at her skin, but she welcomed the cold—it fed the fire already blazing in her chest.

How dare Emma Swan.

How dare she snap at her in front of the council. How dare she swear in front of Leroy and Gold and half the town’s leadership. How dare she keep brushing off complaints as if the town wasn’t falling apart around her. And worst of all—how dare she hurt Henry. Make him feel forgotten. Make him feel unloved.

Regina’s hands were clenched into fists inside her gloves. Her nails dug crescents into her palms.

She was going to let her have it. Every last word of it. The lecture she’d been holding back for days, the disappointment, the fury, the heartbreak on her son’s face. Emma was going to hear every goddamn word.

The sheriff station loomed ahead, squat and dull and too quiet. A single light burned behind the glass. The “Closed” sign hung crooked on the door.

Regina didn’t knock.

She shoved the door open with her shoulder and stepped inside, heels clicking against the floor.

“Miss Swan,” she called, her voice slicing through the silence like a blade. “I don’t care how much paperwork you’ve buried yourself under—you and I are going to have a conversation. Now. You humiliated me and yourself in front of the council, and you’ve been ignoring the people you’re supposed to protect. And Henry—”

She stopped.

The air felt wrong.

Too still. Too quiet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64208830

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

So I'm reading this rumplestiltskin retelling and the vibes are very beauty and the beast and I am like "who would have thought these two fairytales had such similar vibes" and then I remembered them

[oautincorrectquotes]

Emma: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without?

Henry: Hook, probably.

[psapphic95]

I was at a rave yesterday and I got with this woman. We were kissing and at some point she pulls away and says,

'it's so cute that you whimper while you kiss.'

And honestly, that was the most Fanfic sentence I'd ever heard out loud in my life. I didn't even realise people said 'whimper' out loud.

In my submissive and breedable era clearly

[muse-write]

Did the Blue Fairy really just give a ten year old the burden of deciding who should die to save a life?

[crypticpawpoems]

The Queen of Revenge

Nothing can stop her. She is unstoppable, an inevitable force. She lost a man she loved because of her. Now, she’s lost her mother because of her. She is out for blood. She’s out for the heart she’s longed to hold. She will not stop until she has what she wants. She has been engulfed in darkness; it consumes her. All of the White in the world will be blotted out by the black in her soul. No amount of good can overpower her wickedness. She is way past the point of reasoning. Hatred and sorrow drive her forward. She will do everything in her power. Her power is limitless. Magic is her greatest ally, as well as her worst enemy. Any who get in her way will perish. From their suffering will rise her victory. From her death will rise her joy. She cares not of what others think. She fights only for herself. She is anything but innocent, far from pure. She wants to kill her. She needs to kill her, to crush her heart in her hand. Her victory will be the end of all existence. She not only fights herself, she fights the world. None compare to her malevolence. Her revenge shall be great.

[caliberrose]

So, I’ve done some more reading into this AI thing that is terrorizing Ao3 and I’ve decided to just say fuck it. I’m unlocking all my works - mostly because some have been up for over 5 years (and to be honest, some of the earlier ones could be mistaken for AI work because they are so goddamn awful, I really didn’t know what I was doing when I started posting/ writing) lmao

With that said, I’ll be updating my ROTG fanfic soon alongside my CaptainCharming story - so, feel free to check those out if you’ve remained a guest user this whole time!