#sq prompt

[rockonlavender]

Sq prompt: Emma forgot to give that shirt back in season 1 and find it again years later. She decides to wear it again just to troll Regina. Regina's reaction is not what she expected...

Hello anon! I want to apologies for completing this prompt late but better late than never. I will be posting this story on ao3 as well, just need to come up with a title for it. So any suggestions is appreciated. Thank you to my beta @bytherosebushlaughing for her work! Enjoy!

Trigger warnings: none that I’m aware but if there is please let me know!

xxxx

If I had it my way, I would take the lead

And if I had it my way, I would take you deep

If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest

Show you all the red lace underneath this dress

Emma shuffled through her closet, her fingers skimming over the array of tops hanging on the rod. Typically, she didn't fuss much about her wardrobe choices, but this morning felt different. She wanted to put in a little more effort to find the perfect top to pair with her black jeans and boots.

Frustration flickered across her features as she scanned through the various options, each one failing to meet her standards. But then, tucked away in the back of her closet, she spotted a hanger wrapped in a thin, clear plastic garment bag. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she remembered exactly what lay within.

Carefully, she unzipped the bag and pulled out the blue silk blouse that had been stolen from Regina's closet by Henry almost three years ago. It was a thoughtful gesture from her son, who had taken it for Emma to wear after she had spilled hot chocolate on her original top. Emma had intended to return it to Regina once it was ready, but amidst the chaos of the curse being broken and new threats arising, the task had slipped her mind.

With the blouse now gracing her frame, Emma swiftly slipped it on, skillfully buttoning it up while leaving the top three buttons undone for a casual yet stylish touch. She tucked the blouse into her jeans and pulled it out slightly, perfecting the effortlessly chic look.

Stepping in front of her full-size mirror beside the bedroom door, Emma smoothed down her Sheffield badge on her jeans, ensuring every detail was just right.

For her hairstyle, Emma opted for a ponytail with a twist. Gathering her hair into a ponytail, she left a section loose to create a side braid before incorporating it into the rest of her hair. The result was a playful yet elegant look, with her curls bouncing at the ends of her ponytail.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, Emma couldn't help but smile at her reflection.

It was noon when Emma strode into Granny's, the familiar scent of home-cooked meals enveloping her as she made her way to retrieve her and the mayor's lunch. She had placed the order ahead of time, a routine they had established to make their busy days a little easier.

Greeting Ruby with a warm smile, Emma exchanged pleasantries with the young waitress, who had become a close friend over time. They chatted about their day and their plans for the upcoming weekend, Ruby's excitement palpable as she mentioned the fair that was happening over the weekend.

Emma nodded along, understanding the significance of the event for the townsfolk. The fair, announced by the Madam Mayor herself a couple of months ago, was a rare treat for Storybrooke, offering modern-day fair rides and attractions. While Emma didn't find the fair particularly thrilling, she looked forward to experiencing it with Henry.

As Emma stepped out of Granny's, the midday sun cast a warm glow over the quaint streets of Storybrooke. She approached her beloved yellow bug parked just outside the diner, she unlocked the door and settled into the driver's seat, the worn leather embracing her like an old friend. As she started the engine and pulled away from the curb, the gentle hum of the car filled the air, carrying her towards the next stop.

Regina's eyes lifted from her work at the soft knock on her door.

"Yes?" she called out, her voice tinged with curiosity, though her attention was fully captured when the door opened and closed swiftly. "Miss Swan—" she began, only to be interrupted by Emma's entrance.

"Madam Mayor, I figured you could use a lunch break," Emma interjected, holding up a takeout bag from Granny's with a warm smile.

Regina closed her laptop with a soft click before rising to her feet, her movements graceful yet deliberate. She rounded her large desk, her gaze fixed firmly on Emma as she approached.

"While I do appreciate the meal, Miss Swan," she began, her voice measured but tinged with curiosity, "Care to explain why you still have my blouse?"

Standing in front of Emma, Regina's dark eyes bore into the green pair opposite her, a silent challenge hanging in the air between them.

Emma shrugged.

“Honestly, I had forgotten all about it. I meant to return after it was done at the cleaners but the curse broke and well…shit hit the fan after that.”

Regina's lips curled into a subtle, sly grin as she regarded Emma.

"I see," she purred softly. Her gaze drifted briefly to the open buttons on Emma's blouse before returning to meet her eyes. "Well, I suppose we've both had our share of distractions." She extended her hand gracefully, her fingers lightly brushing against Emma's as she gestured towards the takeout bag. "Thank you for the lunch, regardless," she added, her voice low and husky.

The takeout bag found itself placed on top of the desk as Regina's fingers grazed Emma's, a jolt of electricity surged through her body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Her heart raced in her chest, the pounding of its rhythm echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. Heat surged from the depths of her core, spreading through her veins like wildfire, leaving her breathless and undone.

Emma swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she struggled to form coherent words. "Y-you’re welcome," she managed, her breath hitching in her throat.

The intensity of Regina's presence was overwhelming, leaving her dizzy with desire.

Regina's eyes held a smoldering intensity as she sensed Emma's reaction. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension.

Regina's fingers trailed along the delicate fabric of the blouse, savoring the sensation as she pulled it out of Emma's pants. The silk felt cool and smooth against her skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Now, Emma," Regina began, her voice low and sultry. "About this blouse..."

She held the garment up between them, her eyes locking with Emma's as she let the implications hang in the air.

Emma's breath hitched as Regina's lips brushed against her ear, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. She felt herself being drawn closer, her hands instinctively finding their place on Regina's hips, anchoring her against the older woman's warm body.

"As much as I think you look decent in this top," Regina murmured against Emma's ear, "I have to say, Miss Swan, it looks much better on you when it's off and on the floor."

A soft moan escaped Emma's lips as Regina's words sent a shiver down her spine. The sensation of Regina's warm breath against her skin sent chills racing through her body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Regina's fingers moved deftly, undoing the buttons of Emma's blouse with deliberate slowness, each one revealing more of her bare skin underneath. Emma's breath caught in her throat as Regina's touch sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Is that so, Madam Mayor?" Emma's voice was barely a whisper, her lips hovering just inches from Regina's as she leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest.

Regina's dark eyes smoldered with desire as she met Emma's gaze, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Without a word, she continued to undress Emma with her eyes, her touch igniting a fire within her.

As the last button came undone, Emma's blouse fell open, revealing her soft, milky skin to Regina's hungry gaze. A low moan escaped Emma's lips as Regina's fingers trailed lightly over her exposed flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Regina felt herself come undone, her fingertips tracing the smoothness of Emma's skin with reverence.

The sensation was like velvet against her touch, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. Goosebumps rose on Emma's milky skin with every gentle caress, her abs rippling beneath Regina's touch, tempting her to explore further.

The desire to taste Emma's skin was overwhelming, the need to feel her warmth against her lips almost unbearable. Regina leaned in closer, her breath mingling with Emma's as she hovered just inches away, her lips tantalizingly close to Emma's exposed flesh.

With a hungry look in her eyes, Regina whispered softly, "You have no idea how much I want to taste you."

Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with longing and desire as she fought to control the urge to devour Emma whole.

“Gina, you can't say things like that..." Emma's voice was barely a whisper, her lips tantalizingly close to Regina's, the heat of their breath mingling in the space between them.

Regina's heart raced at the sound of Emma's voice, her breath hitching in anticipation as their lips drew closer. The air crackled with tension, each word a silent plea for more.

She leaned in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull of Emma's presence.

Regina's voice trembled with a mixture of authority and vulnerability, her words a whispered plea that hung heavy in the air. Her eyes were fixed on Emma's soft pink lips, her desire evident in the way her hands fumbled with Emma's jeans.

"Emma, don't make me beg," Regina urged, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in closer, the heat of their bodies mingling in the intimate space between them. Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she sought to remove the barrier between them, her need for Emma palpable in every touch.

"But I like it when you beg, Madam Mayor." Emma teased.

Regina's breath hitched at Emma's teasing words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. Despite her attempt to maintain composure, a small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, do you now?" Regina replied, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. The tension between them crackled in the air, their desires unspoken yet unmistakable.

"Oh, you know I do. And I love it even more when you're screaming for it," Emma teased, her lips dangerously close to Regina's, their breaths becoming one.

Regina's pulse quickened at Emma's words, her heart pounding in her chest as desire surged through her veins. Their closeness sent electric currents tingling across her skin, her body responding eagerly to Emma's proximity.

"Is that a promise, Miss Swan?" Regina whispered, her voice husky with desire as she leaned in closer, their lips mere centimeters apart.

Emma simply nodded and finally their lips met in a heated embrace, a surge of electricity coursed through their bodies, igniting a fire that had long smoldered between them. Regina's hands found their way to Emma's waist, pulling her closer as their tongues danced in a tantalizing rhythm.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, each one a testament to the raw desire that simmered just beneath the surface. Emma's fingers tangled in Regina's hair, pulling her closer still, while Regina's nails traced gentle patterns along Emma's back, sending shivers down her spine.

Their breath mingled between kisses, hot and heavy with longing, as they lost themselves in each other completely. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's mouths with a hunger that bordered on desperation, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

With each touch, each caress, the tension between them mounted, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume them both.

As their lips continued to meet in a fervent dance, a soft knock on the door startled them both. Regina and Emma froze, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared hesitation. The interruption was unwelcome, but duty called, and they reluctantly began to pull away from each other, their breaths mingling in the still air of the office.

As their lips parted, Regina's heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat, the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She quickly straightened her dress, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she tried to compose herself. Beside her, Emma hastily buttoned her blouse back up, her movements mirroring Regina's sense of urgency.

Their shared moment of passion lingered in the air like a palpable heat, leaving them both with a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty. Regina's mind raced with conflicting emotions, a tumultuous whirlwind of desire and apprehension.

Emma's expression mirrored Regina's turmoil, her features drawn tight with a mixture of longing and hesitation. They exchanged a fleeting glance, their eyes speaking volumes even as their words failed them.

Regina's touch was gentle yet possessive as she pulled Emma closer by the loop of her jeans, their bodies drawn together in an intimate embrace. With her free hand cradling Emma's cheek, she leaned in for one final kiss, their lips meeting in a lingering caress that spoke of unspoken promises and shared longing.

As they reluctantly pulled away from each other, Regina's voice was soft but resolute. "We'll continue this later," she murmured, her words carrying a hint of anticipation and longing.

Emma's heart fluttered at Regina's promise, her own desire mirrored in the depths of her green eyes. With a nod of agreement, she stepped back, her fingers lingering against Regina's before reluctantly releasing their hold.

With a deep breath, Regina finally composed herself enough to call out, "Come in.”

The door opened slowly, revealing one of Regina's advisors, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him. Regina quickly schooled her features into a mask of professionalism, though she couldn't quite shake the memory of the passion they had just shared.

As her advisor launched into the details of the upcoming meeting, Regina stole a fleeting glance at Emma before she slipped out of her office, their eyes meeting briefly before she turned her attention back to the task at hand.

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

What if instead of sending one of her flying monkeys to seduce Emma and all that, Zelena herself went to NY to seduce Emma and get her revenge on Regina?

Like, she learned that Regina was in love with Emma (and was probably reciprocal) but Regina never had the guts to say anything to Emma and now she's trapped in the EF, away from Emma and their son. So, Zelena decides to go to NY and get her revenge.

Somehow Regina finds out and then finds a way to go after them in NY to save Emma and Henry. Not sure if I would want them back in Storybrooke/EF tho. Maybe just leave them living a peaceful life away from all the drama

[june-rambles]

...31 is speaking to me from the prompts 😭

HIIIII BFF... ofc ofc always for you.

from this prompt list (anyone else feel free to send an ask with any fandom in my pinned post<3), and posted here on ao3

i didnt know what ship to give this but i read the prompt a few times over and thought of The Lip Scar ™ so i had to write sq for it 😌😌💛

soo here you go, nothing but tooth rotting fluff! (and it is literally tooth rotting, bc theres cupcakes involved)

“I’m home! ‘Gina?” Emma called out as she pushed open the front door. The flowers she had picked up on the way home had made it difficult to unlock it, but she had managed. She started to kick off her boots by the door.

“Kitchen!” Regina’s voice rang out. Emma smiled and started to walk towards her voice before stopping and guiltily looking back at her boots. She grumbled to herself, recalling the many lectures she had gotten from her wife about leaving her boots by the door. She went back to pick them up and set them in the shoe rack.

Only then did Emma head into the room. She spotted Regina hovering over a plate of cupcakes, swirling frosting on them with a pipe. She hid the flowers behind her back before speaking up.

“How are you perfect at everything? ” Emma announced her presence and leaned on the doorway. The cupcakes looked as if straight out of a professional bakery. The frosting was balanced and even, a feat that not even Snow could accomplish so precisely. 

Regina looked over at her with a cheeky grin. “You only compliment my baking like that when you want my sweets before dinner.”

Emma groaned dramatically. “Can’t keep anything from you.” She huffed.

Her wife smiled, looking back down at her cupcakes. “Nope,” she popped the ‘p’, “you’re pretty predictable.” 

“Oh, I am?” Emma slowly walked over, bringing out the flowers and holding them out. Regina paused and looked back up with an raised eyebrow. 

Regina was unable to hide the giddy smile on her face. “I take that back. You aren’t entirely predictable.” she chuckled, accepting the bouquet. “That’s very sweet of you, darling.”

She set down the frosting pipe and leaned up on her tippy-toes (which never failed to amuse Emma, but she had learned from experience to hold back the urge to laugh at the sight) to open the cupboard and reach a tall glass. She then filled the bottom with water and set it on the kitchen island.

“Can you bring over the scissors?” Regina asked over her shoulder. Emma stared hungrily at the abandoned cupcakes before sighing and grabbing them, handing those to her wife too. Regina cut the bottom of the stems and set the flowers in the water. She admired them with an awe that made Emma feel very happy with her decision to stop by the flower shop on her way home.

“I love you.” Emma mumbled, wrapping her arms around Regina and hugging her from behind.

Regina hummed. “I love you too.”

Emma put her hands on her wife’s hips and spun her around to face her. The shorter woman giggled and wrapped her arms around Emma’s neck, pulling her in for a light kiss. Emma noted the sweetness of her lips which tasted suspiciously like frosting.

She then ran her tongue over the lip scar that had captivated her so many times before. Before they had gotten together, the scar had distracted her from Regina’s many lectures time and time again. 

Emma pulled away and stared at it for a moment before giving into a long curiosity of hers.

“I’ve never asked.. but, how did you get the scar?” She mumbled.

Regina groaned. “We were having a moment, babe. A sweet, domestic moment. Did you really have to interrupt it with that question?”

She shrugged defensively. “Sorry, sorry, I was just wondering..” She looked at her hopefully.

Her wife sighed. “I’ll tell you later, okay? It’s not a happy story, and I don’t want to ruin the mood.”

Emma briefly started to dwell on how far they had come before shoving those thoughts aside. Later. Right now, Regina had asked for.. what, a sweet, domestic moment? Emma never thought she’d hear those words from the mayor. She never even thought she’d apply that phrase to her own love life.

Yeah, how far they had come.

“Alright.” She nodded. “For what it’s worth, I think the scar is sexy.”

Regina smirked. “You think everything about me is sexy.”

“I do,” Emma instantly agreed, “except when you deny me your amazing desserts. That really breaks a girl’s heart, you know?”

Regina held up a hand, wiggling the finger with her wedding band on it smugly. “You put a ring on it, Mrs. Swan-Mills. That doesn’t sound like a broken heart.” 

“Mhm.. it doesn’t.” Emma sighed. “It sounds more like I’m the luckiest bastard in this whole damn town.”

The mayor grinned. “You’re very cute, but you’re still not getting cupcakes before dinner.”

“I’ve got something just as sweet in mind.” Emma mumbled before kissing the smug look right off her wife’s face.

[cinnonym]

@gaymergal was curious about my siren fic and since it's wip wednesday... *shrug emoji*

Leafage, tree trunks, undergrowth, the mossy trail, everything blurred into a blend of dark greens around Regina as she willed Rocinante to gallop a tad faster still, to make this extra sprint that would bring her the precious seconds she needed to break her record. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she forced her burning thighs out of the saddle again and again, never minding the small twigs whipping her in the face.

The last turn came into view and Regina tightened her grip around the reins, fought the urge to slow down for the tight bend. She had practised this before; she knew how to press her body against Rocinante's back to make sure she offered the least resistance. The horse's flying crest cut through her vision, divided the forest into slices as the world tilted for a moment, a split second during which she almost slipped out of the saddle, before the turn was over and they hit the home stretch.

The woods cleared around Regina as she raced towards the bald stump that marked the end of her route, allowing the sun to blaze down on her back once more. The midday heat had turned the trail beneath Rocinante's hooves dry, and Regina barely held back a cough at the cloud of dust the horse kicked up when pulled to a halt after those final metres.

"Good girl," Regina whispered instead, her breath coming in shaky hiccups as she fought to calm down her thunderous heartbeat. Leaning forwards to pat Rocinante's sweaty flank, she yanked out the timepiece from her pocket. It was a gorgeous thing, silver inlay and bold ornaments, a neat chain fastening it to Regina's waistband, two knobs to adjust time and, more importantly, a chronograph, which Regina's eyes now eagerly searched out.

Twelve seconds. Regina gasped, swallowed a whole portion of the dust still hazing the air, broke into a cough - but the clock didn't change. She had actually gained twelve seconds on her previous record, give or take the time it had taken her to stop Rocinante and free the timepiece from the tight pockets of her riding trousers. A giddy feeling overwhelmed her, stole the breath from her once more.

"We did it," she whispered to Rocinante, and then again, because she couldn't keep quiet. "We did it!" Her voice was hoarse and scraped against her dry throat, but she couldn't care less, couldn't bring herself to even mind her thighs, screaming in protest as she swung out of the saddle and landed on the ground. "Come on, Roce," she grinned, shaking her legs out, "let's get you something to drink."

The river carried little water this summer, only a shallow rivulet where before there had been a broad stream, the riverbed consisting mostly of stones now, flat white shingles that scrunched beneath Regina's boots as she led her horse across the sunny expanse. Noon approaching quickly, the heat had become almost unbearable, reflected by the bright beach. A fallen tree broke the dull plainness of the stones, a spot of brown among the white, providing precious shadow. Regina steered towards it with the measured pace of habit, pulling her gloves off with her teeth to run a hand through her thick hair. It was unbearable, although she had cut off a considerable length, leaving it a bouncy mess that brushed her shoulders with every shake of her head. Still, the strands at her nape were slick with sweat, making them curl extra much.

Regina sighed. She dropped her gloves and jacket on the tree, then made her way down to the waterline, Rocinante following her faithfully. Back in spring, when the river had swelled with thaw from the nearby mountains, she had frequently taken a bath after her exercises. The water had been freezing of course, still carrying the memory of winter, but Regina hadn't minded, had enjoyed it even, the cold flooding her body with an exhilarating energy. All of that was but a distant dream now. When Regina bowed down to run a testing finger through the stream, the water felt almost warm, and she couldn't have bathed in it if she'd lain down flatly on the stones. Still it brought some refreshment to gulp it down in mouthfuls, to splash her face, to wash off the dirt and grime from her ride.

Whistling quietly to herself - after all, she had successfully reached her goal - Regina took off her shirt too, dunked the white linen into the river, wrung it out, and placed it around her now bare shoulder, trailing back to the tree. The stones, despite having laid in the shadow for at least two hours now, were still comfortable warm as she settled down on them, stretching out her tired legs. The tree's bark felt rough against her back, uneven knobs pressing into the tense muscles of her neck just firmly enough to draw a soft moan from Regina. At last she felt herself relax.

The sun felt warm on her legs, a soft breeze tousled her hair, and before Regina had realized what was happening, her head tipped to the side and her eyes fluttered shut. It was in this last glimpse she got of the world that a flash of light caught her attention.

It was a reddish shine, like the last rays of a dying sun, melting into the sea. Funny, Regina thought dimly, already on the verge of drifting off into her dreams, it's pretty early for sunset. Which meant, and she grumbled softly to herself as she forced her eyes open again, which meant that the light had to derive from something else. She blinked once or twice, shaking off the heaviness from her eyelids, the tiredness from her limbs, then concentrated.

Indeed, there was a soft glow of red, just visible in a riverbend far away. If Regina strained her eyes, she could make out a silhouette around it, a shape that seemed familiar, human-sized and unmoving on her back. The person, whoever it was, seemed to wear a suit of some sort, tight and glittering, reflecting the sun in a spectre of reds.

Regina frowned. There were barely any people in this part of the woods, a fact she was partly responsible for, having earned a certain reputation among the locals, and frankly, she was glad about it. She had never been one for company. Raised an only child, her mother never having allowed her to go out and make friends, the solitude had stuck to her, like a familiar cloak she relished and took comfort in. A visitor at what she liked to call her river - and her favourite spot too, so wonderfully close to her racing trail - was thus entirely unwelcome.

Narrowing her eyes at the irritating frame in the distance, Regina grudgingly stood up. Her legs felt stiff from sitting and the skin on her back itched as she peeled away from the tree. The shirt was nowhere near dry. Regina huffed, but pulled it over nonetheless - she would cut a much less intimidating figure in her flimsy undergarments. Briefly considering her jacket, she decided against it, instead tied the oversized shirt into a knot. She rolled up the sleeves, showing off taut muscles and experienced knuckles, checked on Rocinante, who had sought cover in the outskirts of the woods, and then set off towards the red gleam.

The closer she came to the figure on the beach, the deeper the lines on Regina's brow became. The person - it was a woman Regina realized, taking in the smooth curve of a breast, a dark outline against the sun - not only didn't react to Regina's approach, but she didn't move at all. What was more, her lower body lay in the shallow river, half-covered by the running water.

Regina's annoyance had vanished, dried up like dew on a sunny day, and her pace picked up until she was all but running, her boots noisily hitting the stones. Still the woman didn't look up, and Regina's heart dropped an inch deeper.

She could make out a cloud of blond hair now, fanning out around a face that could best be described delicate in profile. A long and slender neck followed, a tall body, engulfed entirely in that strange glittery red suit, trailing off into lithe... legs?

Regina frowned. She slowed down despite herself, squinting against the sun. Funny, she thought for the second time, narrowing her eyes at the woman's lower body that somehow resembled a joint limb rather than two separate legs, this almost looks like a...

And then suddenly, she was was close enough to tell for sure, to see that what she had assumed to be a suit was actually the woman's skin, covered in shining red scales, lighter around her abdomen, blood-tinted at her chest and tail. For it was a tail arising from her sharp hips, slender and muscular and somehow fish-like as it opened into a crimson fin at the end. Regina's breath caught. The woman had to be a siren.

An urge to run away came over her, the endless stories about those seductive sea monsters that dragged men from their ships to ravish and then eat them prominent in her mind, as it was the case with everyone in the Enchanted Forest living remotely close to the coast. Sirens meant trouble, every child knew that, and Regina could probably call herself lucky that the creature appeared to be unconscious or she might have forfeited her chances already by coming near.

But that was just the thing - the woman lay unconscious and barely breathing, her chest lifting only shalllowly in irregular intervals, and there was an air of vulnerability about her that made Regina inch closer instead of backing away. In spite of the warnings echoing through her head, she found herself intrigued with the siren. She had always assumed the creatures were human-like to a certain degree, resembling a beautiful woman safe for the strong tail. She hadn't known the scales covered the entire body, reaching up as far as the cheeks, a rosy scatter just below the cheekbones, before they trailed off into smooth skin. Her lips were two thin lines, pointing downwards in a frown, slightly parted to reveal a row of pointed teeth. The teeth of a predator, Regina realized dimly, still she lowered herself to her knees, leaning closer to the siren still. Her ears were smaller than usual, maybe the size of Regina's thumbnail, and beneath them, three slashes in the woman's skin indicated... gills?

Curiously, Regina extended a finger to brush away a strand of blond hair. She had barely touched the curl when suddenly the siren moved, quickly, erratically, grabbing Regina's wrist and pinning it to the ground. Before Regina even had the chance to gasp, let alone draw the knife she carried on her belt, her second hand was localized too, encircled by strong fingers, and pressed next to the first against the stones. Thus immobilized, Regina found herself face to face with wide eyes the colour of the sea after a storm, pupils slit-like and inhuman.

Regina didn't hesitate. Years of standing her ground in the forest and taverns alike had taught her a mean kick, and she rolled to her side and connected her left boot to the siren's scaled tail with a speed and vigour that seemed to surprise the monster, for she let go of Regina's hands immediately and curled into herself. A low gasp escaped her feral mouth and for the second it took Regina to jump to her feet, she could see blood on the stones beneath the siren's back, dark and crusted and definitely not from the injury she had caused mere seconds ago.

Regina turned away, her heart still racing as she brought some distance between them. The siren didn't concern her, she told herself, let her be hurt or weakened or close to death for that matter, even better, it would rid the world of another monster. She ought to just leave, forget about the blood, forget about the still figure from before, forget about the flicker of desperation she had glimpsed in those strange green eyes just before she had kicked, as if the siren's attack had been an act of self-defence instead of an attack at Regina and...

Damn. Regina turned around slowly, taking in the woman, who had stopped writhing and lay now as motionless as before, her eyes shut again. Only the barest flutter of her lashes betrayed any life at all; it was clear that she wouldn't last long if Regina left her now. In fact, it wasn't certain that Regina could save her, even if she started working immediately, and the thought sent a bitter sting through Regina, a slight nausea at the prospect of the monster's death. Regina shook her head, she must have been sun-struck.

Still, she approached the siren again, her steps more firm and sure than she actually felt. Green eyes opened, subjecting Regina to that strange gaze, half-human, half-legend. It flickered to Regina's clenched fists, and at first there was fear, a panicked wriggle that resolved in a low groan, before the woman stiffened and adopted a resigned expression. Regina rolled her eyes.

"I won't hurt you," she said, and it sounded like a warning to herself rather than a promise to the siren. The green turned wry. Regina rolled her eyes again, then shrugged.

"Look, I want to help. You seem to be seriously injured, so we need to work quickly. Can you talk?"

A look of utter concentration crossed the siren's features and then - Regina released a small gasp at the sight - the body before her began to change. The reddish scales receded, vanishing like magic first from the siren's cheeks, then down her chest and abdomen, leaving smooth pale skin in their wake. Her fin separated, becoming two feet, then the gap spread upwards until the entire tail had split in two. Her eyes turned soft, the alien expression in them gone as the pupils rounded into circles, her body following, the sharp angles gradually mellowed into delicate curves. The transformation took less than five seconds, and suddenly the siren before Regina had vanished and in her place lay a beautiful woman. A very naked beautiful woman.

Regina coughed. She forced herself to focus on the stranger's eyes, human now, and twinkling with amusement, before pain flashed through them, sharpening them momentarily into their old form. The woman moaned. Regina hated herself for blushing.

"What... uh... what is happening?" She also hated herself for stammering. Regina Mills never stammered and if she did she usually had a valid reason. She blamed the metamorphosis.

The siren groaned again, scales blooming like crimson flowers on her abdomen as she winced. "I can only speak in... human form but... too hard..." Her mouth continued moving, but no words escaped as her siren form claimed her again.

Regina took a sharp breath. "I understand," she said, which was a blatant lie. She could follow the concept, yes, but the nature of the change was still a mystery to her, a mystery that she found herself to be disturbingly fascinated with. Still, she made an effort not to let her eyes linger on the woman before her, and instead set to work.

"You are injured," she murmured quite unnecessarily, but she figured it was better to keep talking with the siren to make sure she stayed conscious. "I would like to inspect the wound, which is why I need you to turn on your stomach. Can you do that?"

The siren nodded, her strange eyes locking with Regina's briefly before she heaved her body around. A hiss escaped her as the fin scraped over the shingles in the river, Regina's hands automatically reaching out to help but then hesitating before she could touch the crimson scales. The stones where the siren had lain were stained red, startling specks of dark blood against the white, causing Regina to draw in a sharp breath even before her gaze settled on the woman's back.

She had been prepared for grazes, light scrape wounds that she could wash out and bandage with stripes of her shirt maybe. Instead, the siren's back, covered all over in rosy scales like the ones on her abdomen, displayed three gaping gashes, slick with blood. They looked too deliberate to derive from an accident, two forming a v and one crossing them vertically, and Regina barely suppressed the question what had happened, knowing that the siren wouldn't be able to answer anyways.

"Alright," she said instead, struggling to keep her voice light. The siren had turned her head, resting a cheek on the underground as her eyes focused on Regina once more. Something in their green gleam told Regina she knew about the danger she was in. Still Regina forced herself to retain a neutral expression.

"We can fix this," she lied, ignoring the unconvinced look she received, " We just have to..." But she didn't know what they had to do. This was a far more serious injury than she'd expected and Regina's original plan wouldn't take her long. Unless...

Regina swallowed. She had wanted to avoid using her powers, partly because she had gotten out of practice since she'd abandoned her lessons with Rumplestiltskin, partly because magic wasn't particularly welcome in this corner of the Enchanted Forest. Also, she suspected the siren to have some innate magical properties, which, given Regina's inexperience, might complicate matters.

Alas, with blood still oozing from the wounds and the siren's breaths growing more shallow by the minute, it became clear that Regina would have to give it a try. It might be her only chance to save the woman...

She met the siren's unwavering gaze, sweat breaking on her brow that didn't come from the sun. Her fingers began to tingle with the prospect of using magic, the ancient powers pooling under the skin of her palms as she cleared her throat.

"Do you... I have an idea, do you trust me?"

The siren's eyes fluttered shut momentarily, when they opened again they were unguarded and vulnerable. She nodded. Regina's breath hitched.

"Good," she murmured, her hands trembling as they hovered over the bloody gashes. "Now, this might tingle a bit..." And with that said, she focused entirely on the second pulse of magic in her veins, letting it pour out in a purple shine.

The healing took longer than Regina had anticipated but at least it worked. Bit by bit, the wounds closed up, tender skin growing over the slashes, pink and bare of scales. With every inch covered, the siren's breaths became deeper, less laboured, a grateful shine in her eyes whenever Regina dared to look away from what her hands were doing.

"This is going well," she whispered after a while, more confident now that her plan had worked out. "It's human skin so far but I'm sure the scales will grow back over time."

The siren bared her pointy teeth in a smile, which Regina returned with a smirk of her own. "You were lucky I found you - " she narrowed her eyes, trying to decipher the name the siren's lips were forming " - Amber?" A deep line appeared on the siren's forehead, she shook her head vigorously, mouthed again, Em-ma.

[swanqueenffprompter]

✨ Currently deep in the enchanted forest (aka Canva) working on a SwanQueen digital yearly planner! It’s undated, fully linkable, and packed with SwanQueen goodness — think tabs, gorgeous SQ art, themed writing prompts, quotes, digital stickers, and more.

It’s basically a magical mess of redemption, romance, and to-do lists. 💫🖤

[lesbianlovelife]

I need Swan Queen fanfic of later season Emma going back in time to S1. And not just for a bit (this was inspired by @coalitiongirl's Rewind, which is amazing - all her fics are amazing - but Emma goes back to S4 after a scene in the past in that one), but to stay. Storybrooke's still cursed but Emma knows all about it. She could show Regina that she can be herself and still be loved and they could find their happily ever after so much more quickly 🥹

[grtmnick]

Once Upon a Time season 1 AU wherein Emma Swan moves to Storybrooke after receiving a letter inviting her to attend the will reading of a relative she wasn’t even aware of.

[lotsofsq]

Hey there! I know it's a little late for the Human Touch Ask Game, but I figured I'd send you a few anyways in case you want some drawing ideas! No worries if it's too late :D Any mashup/combination of SQ, Mr. curtain, Mr. Benedict, and/or the Ten Men for 8, 17, 20, or 43!

you are not late at all!! i love getting these no matter how long ago i did the game! also you are speaking to my heart rn with those character choices i love you so much 💖💖

8: shielding with their body

show versions but i think about nathaniel shielding sq literally all the time so this was such a good prompt for me thank you 🙏

[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of nathaniel holding sq to his chest and looking behind himself angrily and protectively. sq is shaking and clinging to his sleeve. sq’s eyes are wide and frightened.]

[italymystery-swanqueen]

Young Frankenstein

Regina : Seriously?!?! Emma : That's it! He's my favorite version!

___

AO3

Prompt: Mad Scientist

reveal for @swanqueen-halloween-week

[rockonlavender]

Someone send me swan queen fluff prompt.

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

HEAR ME OUT: As eighteen years Emma Swan is about to be arrested by Neal's theft, she makes a wish to escape but the wish kinda goes wrong and she ends up in the Enchanted Forest, right in one of the Evil Queen's dungeons.

[divergentmisfit-fandomsblog]

Okay but hear me out with this writing prompt…

An AU fic where Emma’s always wanted to learn the violin. After years of studying becomes so good that her music private music tutor, Regina, accompanies her with the cello. They feel it. That invisible string tying them to each other, & love notes exchanged in the music. (Yes the title is a Taylor Swift Lyric). I have too many projects on but if someone wants to write it I can link this cover on AO3

[mikereads]

Swan queen x Fall.

Au: Regina lives in the small town of Storybrooke Maine as the mayor with her son Henry. A cozy and reliable town where nothing changes. After a lifetime of turmoil and chaos it makes her feel safe. Soon safety becomes monotony and predictable. Until a woman with blonde curls and a yellow bug drives into town and changes everything. She opens a book store on Main Street. Regina for the first time in years finally feels alive again. Something she once thought was impossible. They start off budding heads but soon start to become close. Not only does Regina think she may get a second chance at love but at life.

[grtmnick]

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Every savior needs a villain...and every true love has its destined souls.

[oneforthemunny]

autumn changes |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: you and eddie take bea to the farmer's market to pick out a pumpkin.

still on my fall shit lol. feeling hormonal and longing for a child, so a domestic soft dad!mafia!eddie x mom!reader fic was in order bc i said so lol. very fluffy and sweet.

“What about the big white ones?” You pointed across the aisle, stepping towards the wooden crate filled with ‘Cinderella Pumpkins’ as the chalk sign read. 

“Oh, look at these Bea, you know what they call these?” You cooed at the little toddler, bouncing her lightly on your hip, her cheek pressed to your shoulder, knuckling her eyes sleepily. The three year old was still a little grumpy about being woken up from her car ride nap. 

“Baby,” Eddie hissed, closing in on you, eyes scanning the crowds. “Stay close to me, alright?” 

You rolled your eyes. “We’re right here, Eddie.” Your tone clipped, shoulders tight with irritation. You knew his protectiveness came from a place of love, pure adoration and devotion for you and Bea both. Still, it was irritating. 

Eddie’s narrowed gaze pierced through you, even behind his darkened sunglasses. A tattooed hand sliding over your waist, squeezing your hip lightly in warning, the same way he used to when you two had first started dating. It sent a chilling thrill of excitement to your core, glancing over your shoulder at him with a small grin. 

“Look, Bumble Bee, these are called Cinderella Pumpkins.” Your voice lifted in a soft coo that had Eddie’s chest tightening with affection. 

“Princess?” Bea’s eyes lit up, perking up from her sullen state at the mention of one of her beloved Disney Princesses. Though she was favoring Jasmine these days, she was still a fan of any of them. 

“Mhm,” You hummed, holding her close to your chest. “What do you think, should we get those?” 

“Yes,” Bea wiggled, trying to push out of your arms, ready to get down and run around. “Get-Get the big one, Mommy.” She pointed a finger over towards the rather large white pumpkin on the ground. 

“The big one?” You gasped lightly, bouncing her on your hip so she shook with laughter, giggles trilling out in a soft screech. 

“You gotta ask Daddy if we can get the big one.” You muttered lightly, turning towards Eddie. “He’s the one who’s gotta carry it.” 

Eddie’s lips curled in a half smile, your cheek pressed to Bea’s, face to face; the two of you looked so alike. He always told you that. You’d roll your eyes, scoff and insist she was his twin, but he saw more of you in her every day. 

“Can we get the big one, Daddy?” Bea reached for Eddie, practically launching herself in his arms. “Please? I asked really, really nicely.” She curled into him, cheek pressed to his shoulder, looking up at him with big brown eyes rounded so sweetly- a look she definitely got from you. 

“You did ask nicely, thank you.” Eddie hummed, running a hand over her messy hair, tangled from the wind. “What do you think, sweetheart? Do you want one or two for the porch?” He looked at you, already reaching for his wallet in the back of his jeans. 

“Probably two. I can put them on either side of the door.” Eddie passed you his wallet, keeping a careful eye on you as you walked to the front to pay. He scanned the crowds again, letting Bea babble away to him about the different things she saw, humming in response lightly as he watched. Eddie knew Gareth was lurking around somewhere, no doubt scanning the crowds just as he was. 

“Hey, Ed,” You called, breaking him from his trance. “She said they have wheelbarrows you can borrow to load them to the car if you want.” 

“Oh,” Bea squealed, turning towards Eddie so quickly she almost hit him in the face. “Can I ride in the wheelbarrow?” 

“Ride in the wheelbarrow?” You parroted with a grin. “Why do you wanna ride in that, hm? Are you a pumpkin now?” 

“Nooo,” Bea giggled, leaning back to look at you. “I just wanna ride in it.” 

You eyed her playfully. “Hm, maybe if you ask nicely.”  

“Please?” Bea added quickly, already squirming to get out of Eddie’s arms, sending his heart lurching with panic. 

You didn’t seem bothered, pulling the wheelbarrow off the ground, maneuvering it towards the pumpkins. “Fine, but let me load these in first, ok?” 

“Let me get them.” Eddie clicked, reaching a hand out to stop you before you could wrangle the obnoxiously large pumpkin up. “I got it, baby. You hold her.” He passed Bea to you, bending down to lift the pumpkin, hoping his rings didn’t stab it like last time. 

“Are you going to help me decorate when we get home?” You cooed to Bea, swaying her lightly like you did when she was a newborn. You knew she was too old, all the parenting books told you that, but it was a habit- one that soothed the both of you. 

“Yes,” Bea grinned, curling in closer to you. “I’ll help you, Mama. We can put the bats up.” 

Eddie’s heart burst with warm joy at her soft sing-songy voice. For all his hesitation and terror about having a baby, he never knew he could love something so much. From the moment she was born, all seven pounds of screaming baby, he’d been so overwhelmed with a feeling of adoration he couldn’t begin to explain. Everyday it seemed to grow, for the both of you- his girls. 

Bea settled on top of the pumpkins, gripping the sides as Eddie pushed slowly over the graveled parking lot, her tiny giggles and squeals of laughter leaving you both beaming with pride. 

“Mama,” Bea turned, leaving both you and Eddie cringing in fear, for a moment, scared she would fall. “Can we make the pun’kins into carriages like on the real Cinderella?” 

“Sure, baby. I think we can craft that.” You smiled, speed stepping to stand beside her, a hand on her back to steady her. 

“We can put bats on them too so-so it’s scary.” Bea giggled. “Right? Because Halloweens ‘sposed to be scary, right, Daddy?” She turned to look at Eddie over her shoulder. 

“That’s right.” Eddie grinned, making his way towards the sleek black car in the parking lot- bigger than the luxury sports cars he had in the past. Safer now and bigger for a baby, his baby. 

You lifted Bea out of the wheelbarrow, carrying her around towards the backseat to buckle her into place, while Eddie loaded the pumpkins in. The car ride back was much louder than the one there, Bea babbling on and on to you and Eddie about Halloween, her costume, the decorations, what candy Grandpa Wayne would have this year. 

Eddie held your hand in between the console, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he allowed himself to relax just for a moment. He let himself feel at peace, safe in the serenity of the car with his family. 

[klinefelterrible]

Snow: why you're wearing Regina's turtleneck?

Emma: she took it off because of a stain or something

Snow: why would you want to wear her soiled clothes

Emma: you wouldn't understand, mom

Snow: try me

Emma:

Emma: she smells nice

Snow: *hands her $20* buy yourself something nice

Emma: I need more

Snow: okay *opens a wallet*

Emma: I need more clothes that smell like her

Snow: uhm

Emma: I NEED THEM

Snow: okay *closes a wallet*

Emma: she smells lovely *gay gaze*

Snow:

Snow: I need tea

Remember when Regina and Emma used to wear the same shirts in the same episode?

1.12 Skin Deep