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[destroying-your-happiness]

Swan Queen Week 10, Day 3: Is this Porn!? 

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[swanqueenweek]

Ready?

[shadowdianne]

SwanQueen Week: Day 6: Actresses in love

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After a very nasty feverish week… and brushing the end of the aftertime left for us to be able to be reblogged… -or its already past that? - Here is my last two days for the week. (Sorry about it, seems like the world is keen on halting my intent on writing, at least for the last month and a half…)

As another note this small little thing is the one settled in the same ‘verse as Day 3 -aka the one in where I didn’t write smut- It’s not obvious but just so it can be taken in context. This one was as well the first one I wrote since I liked the idea prompted on the amazing gifts created for the week’s day so it’s a direct nod to it as well.

The rumors had started to spread two months before the interview; the new film already on everyone’s mouth and fans and haters alike pullulating their social media accounts with messages that made them both blush and smile. Emma heard them first, the shushed whisper, filled with barely contained amazement in some of her twitter mentions, quickly shut down by others who didn’t think twice on how she had kept her scarf up on a picture she didn’t even remember where it had been taken.

“She had a hickey!” The comment was loud but made by a small account, one that tagged both Regina and herself as it sometimes happened whenever they were known to shot in the same location. “See? Right there!”

Emma had stared at the phone with barely open eyes for almost a minute before Regina had rolled off her and stared down at her, weary, tired eyes blinking at her and muttering how it was far too early for them to be anything else but asleep. Which Emma had found herself smiling at before letting the worry of the twit float away, quickly falling asleep and still feeling every bit of thrill as Regina peppered her skin’s neck with the kisses that -yes- had been the culprit and reason of the scarf.

Regina had heard them a day or two after Emma had talked to her about the mention; now too far for her to even dream to find it again. She, as she always did, had been much more poised about it, raising an eyebrow and not letting anything on her whole demeanor betray her until they had finished the shooting for the day and she had mentioned in an off-hand comment how she thought next time she would need to probably kiss Emma in some other -less visible- places. Emma had been speechless.

Still, by the time of the interview rolled by the rumors had gained enough buzz for Emma to fidget with her fingers as she was let in by the host; a smarmy man she didn’t truly feel comfortable with and who quickly announced Regina as her “beautiful co-star”. Regina didn’t battle an eyelash for the title, merely sitting next to her as Ruby was let in as well with an almost flat “raising starlet” that made all of them flinch enough for Emma to stretch the shirt’s fabric she had been given to the point the seams of the clothing’s edge began to bite into her flesh. At her side Ruby growled but said nothing as David and Mary Margaret were presented last, both of them showing the smiles Emma had learnt from them to copy and expect. Genuine but not too much.

Obviously, Regina had that smile perfected to the point it was only the slight glint on her eyes what gave her away, make up subtly covering the hickeys and marks on the muscles of her neck. Detail Emma almost smiled at as Mary Margaret began her tirade as producer and friend -as she proudly announced- to the man and the ones that were eying them, smile on their faces and a few murmurs that didn’t quite float towards where they were seated but were obvious enough for Ruby to sneak a glance at her in silent question.

“That’s very nice, Snow.” The man’s yellow teeth glowed under the unnatural lights of the studio, the use of Mary Margaret’s nickname enough for David’s smile to freeze in an unnatural angle as Mary Margaret gaped. “I’m sure, however, that you don’t mind for us to ask our two beautiful actresses about the pictures that were leaked a couple of weeks ago.”

To be honest Emma had asked the possibility of something like this happen to Regina at some point of one of the nights in where they had been drunk on each other’s skin, lips glued to their bodies as they caressed and voiced streams of thoughts that felt too feeble for them to truly hurt them. Regina had laughed openly and had shushed her with a kiss. They had never talked about the possibility albeit they knew far too much of the industry to know they were at the edge of a carefully constructed machinery that did not like the ones that tried to outsmart it. Swallowing, the blonde looked straightly at Sidney Glass while using her best poker face, voice slightly shaky before she managed to get it under control and ponder, for the very first time what her answer should be.

“Yes, I fell in love with my co-start. Like a schoolgirl while trying to pretend that it wasn’t real. Yes, I fell in love with her but it wasn’t until her told me she had as well I truly tried something. Yes, I…”

“I feel rather close to her.” Regina’s clear, deep voice woke Emma from her reverie, making her blink as the brunette crossed her legs daintily, eyes pure fire as Ruby’s shoulders shook with laughter as she pretended not to. “We had the opportunity to work together and it became an experience on itself. If that’s what you are asking, Sidney.”

The man swallowed hard and almost spitted on the microphone but nodded and muttered some quick reply that got swallowed as Emma glanced at Regina’s profile; the unmoving body of the older woman an enough telling sign.

That night they talked, not knowing that in the near future they would be caught again. However, at the moment, they didn’t mind.

[hufflepuppy]

A week later and no beta, here I am for @swanqueenweek 10 Day 1 Behind the Scene

The Heartwarming Way Emma Swan Changed the Way Regina Mills Looks at Life Today, Emma Swan and Regina Mills are one of the most important power same-sex couple in Hollywood. This year, the Oscar nominee Director Regina Mills and the actress/stunt known for doing her own action scenes and probably the new Marvel superhero Emma Swan are celebrating 2 years of marriage. But it took a long time to get where they are now. When Emma Swan and de Regina Mills met for the first time it was socially, in 2011 when Regina was visiting a friend’s production. Emma was working on her first acting role at the time, not just as a stunt. “I knew Emma was the one when I first laid eyes on her, but it took me three years to actually tell her how I felt about her because I had just finished directing my first big movie at the time, after years working on television and I was not out yet, living as an openly bisexual person. I was closeted and very, very afraid that if I talked about being bisexual or having a relationship with a woman, it would be the end of my career. Directors don’t get much attention as actors, but the cinematographic industry is very misogynist and be a latin-american woman is not easy as if I was a white man, so I wasn’t ready to date a woman public” During their first interview as a married couple, Regina revealed to Ellen DeGeneres on The Ellen Show that both women felt a connection that for her, it was actually love at first sight.   “I just walked over to say hello to her, and I couldn’t believe it, but she turned around and … [sigh] ” Regina recalled. “I felt weak at the knees and I was overwhelmed with how I felt, but then it took me about 10 months to get the courage up to actually do anything about it.” Around one year later, Regina had a new project, a movie about a New version of The Evil Queen from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It was a Disney project to do a live-action re-telling fairy tales from the point of view of the villains. “We started to meet each other professionally, I wanted her to be my stunt coordinator and do a small role on the movie, but in the middle of the project, I decided to dropped the project … [a short pause] … “creative differences”, I had a movie in my head that definitely was not the same movie they wanted to do.” Regina may have lost the opportunity to do the movie but she gained the opportunity to spend a lot of time with Emma. And one thing leads to another, they started seeing each other and in March 2014 they officially started to date. A year later they decided to get married, originally, Regina had planned on surprising Emma with a private propose during a romantic dinner on their one year together, but Emma had other plans, and on Regina’s birthday party she proposed and shortly after, during a premiere in one of Regina’s friends, both women debuted dazzlings marquis-cut diamond engagement rings on the red carpet. Emma explained on Ellen, “Anybody who’s married knows that there is a difference. There’s an anchor, there’s a safety. I’m going to be with her till the day I die and I know that.“ So, a little after one year of engagement, both said "I do” and officially changed their names to Swan-Mills but for professional purposes, of course, they still goes by their maiden (now artistic) name. “I’m so grateful for the love in my life,” Emma told in an interview “Because not everybody finds that. Not everybody finds that best friend”,  she continued. “Sometimes I’m lying in bed at night before I go to sleep, and I just say thank you to whatever, whoever is out there. I’ve gotten to a place where I really am just settled. Really. I know that I’m not going anywhere. She’s not going anywhere. I’m not saying the relationship took a while; I’m saying in my life, it took a while to find this.” “I’M SO GRATEFUL FOR THE LOVE IN MY LIFE. BECAUSE NOT EVERYBODY FINDS THAT. NOT EVERYBODY FINDS THAT BEST FRIEND.” But things haven’t always been easy for either woman. Orphan, Emma grown-up in foster care and suffered severe depression. Meanwhile, Regina during teenage years struggled with eating disorders. While promoting her new movie on Ellen’s show, an emotional Regina shared how her wife changed her life: “I have changed so much since I met Emma. I used to think the way to be strong was to be tough, the way to be independent was to not need anyone. But she’s taught me that the more vulnerable you are and the softer you are and the more you allow people into your life and into your heart, the happier you are and the more valuable you are to other people. Emma has completely changed the way I look at life. She has made me not worry about what other people think. I’m still working on that, I have to be honest. She has taught me that who I am is perfectly good enough … that I don’t have to pretend to be anything other than who I am, and that’s been the most incredible gift that she’s given me that anyone could give to anybody that they love.”

[swenswanswoon]

It’s been eleven years since Regina dropped out of Xavier’s school after she and Emma had a disastrous falling out, but old feelings always have a way of resurfacing when they’re least expected.

A superhero/superpower AU in which Emma and Regina kinda sorta become enemies, but are forced to fight for the same side against a bigger evil. Can they reconcile their differences and face the past in order to move forward and save the world?

(note: you can read this with or without X-Men knowledge)

[thekingisagirl]

The Struggle

Day 2, February 5th is Movie Night; @swanqueenweek

The fan cast

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Emma was excited. Not hunting down villains and escaping curses excited. For once she was just normal cosy night with her girlfriend and wholesome fun excited. Regina had invited her over for a movie night and she had been giddy all week.

Regina and she had only been dating for a couple months and what at first had been family night dinners and the occasional Sunday mornings at Grannies had quickly become date nights for them and and sleep-overs for their son. Henry could only stand so much of his lovey dovey mothers, which Emma understood. But not tonight. Regina had announced that they were doing this as a family.

Which was why she could not believe her eyes when she saw Henry sneaking out of his first story window, while parking the bug on the street. She quietly shut her car door and hid behind the hedge, watching him. He was doing pretty well, climbing down the big tree in the front yard, until he slipped with his foot right above the ground. He fell to the ground and twisted his ankle.

Emma appeared in a cloud of white magic next to him while he was still rolling around on the ground.

“Hey there David Blaine. I’d give your routine a 7/10 cause you didn’t stick the landing.”

“Please Ma?” He ask slowly getting back up. She held out her hand to help him.

“Come inside. Your mother will heal your ankle and I’ll make some popcorn.”

“But-”

“You can hang out with your little friends every other weekend for all I care. Tonight is family night.”

While he braced himself on her, and they walked towards the Mansion she heard him mumble something.

“What was that?”

“I said: I’d trade the next 2 months of weekends for going out tonight.”

“Must be some party your missing.” She said knocking on the door.

She heard Regina yell from the kitchen to come in. As the went through the foyer Henry limping, Emma wondering what great things Regina was cooking up, she heard her voice again:

“I hope your hungry. I made way to much and Henry said he’s not hungry, he’s finishing up his homework. He’ll be down in a bit.” Her back was turned and she was leaned over a pot with a wooden ladle in her hand. She looked good. She always looked so good.

“Faster than you think.” Emma said, letting Henry down on one of the bar stools.

Regina turned around just in time to catch Henry’s pleading look to Emma.

“Henry Daniel Mills! Did you lie to me?!”

“I’m sorry mom, I know how excited you get about this just…” He trailed off.

“Healing then yelling.” Emma said pointing to Henry’s ankle. He held it out for his mother and she leaned down to work her magic.

Emma couldn’t help but notice the tiny smile on her lips. Not that she rejoiced in her sons pain, but she was getting very skilled at healing. She saw it as a sign of her becoming more of a hery with every day.

“You know, because you lied to her, she gets to pick the movie.” Emma joked getting closer to the oven to sneak a look into the pots.

“She already picked.” He grumbled.

“It’s not ready yet. No peeking!” Regina said standing back up, her work done.

“Fine,” Emma sat down next to Henry, “What are we watching?”

“Same thing we watch every second Friday of February. Roots.” Henry said rubbing the now no longer swelling ankle.

“So in honor of roots night you thought you’d try your own escape?” Emma laughed.

“Emma! That’s not funny. Henry, its tradition.” Regina scolded them both and returned to her pot.

“How long have you guys been doing this?” Emma snatched a piece of bread from the basket on the counter. She was already too hungry. Regina’s food was wonderful but unlike her magic is always took time.

“Since I was 10. She made me sit through all of it Friday night and into Saturday morning.”

“Wait all of it, Regina? ALL of roots? In one sitting?”

“It was a weekend and I thought it was important.” She defended waving the ladle at them disapprovingly.

“My poor child.” Emma laughed. She could just picture his much younger face at the prospect of 7 hours of history lesson.

“Are you saying you don’t like it?” Regina sounded outraged.

“No, I mean it’s an incredible movie, but I watched it the first time as an adult. For a 10 year old thats into superhero,s I imagine it wasn’t all that.”

She had not once had a foster family that would have put in the time or effort to show it to her. Emma often felt like she had missed out on key features of black culture because of the way she grew up. She felt out of place and disconnected at times. Of course Regina being who she was would try her best to give her child everything he needed. Even if he didn’t necessarily enjoy it. Emma found herself wondering what she would be like now if she had had some in childhood. Someone who cared.

“Kunta Kinte was a hero.” Regina concluded defiantly, and turned back around. “Emma, you’ll spoil your appetite!”

“Not if past experience is anything to go by. Also, hero is not the same thing as drives a bat shaped car or leaps tall buildings in a single bound.” Henry said.

“I thought you liked those stories because of their moral not the flashy powers.” Regina took the piece of bread out of Emma’s hand and put it back into the basket. And took the basket out of reach. For good measure.

“Not at 10,” Henry said a little whiny, “ come on Mom. I read the books I watch the documentaries. I know my history. I just don’t want to watch Roots over and over again.”

“And what would you and your friends be doing instead tonight?” Regina asked. She clearly didn’t want him to feel like this was a punishment.

Before Henry opened his mouth, Emma saw his guilty looking face and intervened.

“If you say movie night I’m going to go get the switch.”

“Tyler Perry marathon.” He begrudgingly admitted.

“The curse must have made a mistake, this is clearly not my child.” Emma declared dramatically.

“What?! All black movies have to be a cinematic masterpiece?! We should be just as entitled to make goofy films as everybody else.”

“Of course,” Emma said, causing Regina to raise her eyebrows in surprise. “But those just happen to suck.”

Regina couldn’t help but laugh at the fish gasping for air expression their son made.

“Make it an Eddie Murphy marathon and you can go.”

“Deal!” He was up on his feet “Bye Moms!” He gave them each a hasty kiss on the cheek and was out the door before either of them could say a word.

They didn’t discuss it. Dinner tasted wonderful but was very quiet. Only when they had settled into the couch with blankets and pillows did Regina finally say what was on her mind.

“You rewarded him for lying to me.”

“Gotta pick you battles. I sent him away so he wouldn’t ruin our evening sulking, now your sulking.”

“Are you going to make me watch something else?” She asked holding the remote in her hand as if it was made of gold.

“No, I’d like in on the tradition, please.” She leaned in to kiss Regina, who pulled away at the last moment.

“If you talk incessantly during Roots I will get the switch.” Regina said.

“I thought you liked that about me?”

“Not tonight, my love.” She said and leaned in the rest of the way, granting Emma the kiss she sought.

[destroying-your-happiness]

Swan Queen Week 10, Day 5: Sucked into a movie - Star Wars: The Force Awakens 

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[shadowdianne]

SwanQueen Week: Day 2: Movie night

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(For @swanqueenweek In where I keep on feigning that a closed ending could be an option)

Thumbing through the DVDs while trying not to fall asleep Emma barely registered a hand on her shoulder, perfectly manicured nails slightly biting into her skin. The warmth it radiated, permeating through her and her aching body was what ultimately made her blink and look up from her crouched position at the small cabinet right to the TV. Standing but looking as tired as she felt, Regina squeezed her shoulder twice before motioning at their back towards the couch in where Henry was fast asleep, a small trickle of drool glinting in the tired orange-hued lights that pooled down between the two of them and down the living-room’s floor.

“I’ll help him to bed.” She said, her soft voice eliciting a small smile from Emma that turned into a grimace as soon as she turned towards the DVD’S once again, the titles of the films blurring as she fought against a yawn. Squeezing her shoulder one more time, Regina left, muttering soft words to Henry until the teen woke up enough to stumble towards the stairs, a growled “Goodnight moms” reaching Emma just as she halted into a film she knew she had told Regina about but never got to see together.

“You want that one?”

Regina’s question almost made her jump but Emma ultimately stood and nodded, noticing the brunette’s magic sparkling out of her, slowly healing the cuts and bruises that covered her skin. A trick Emma knew she theoretically also knew how to do. Key word theoretically.

Neither of them spoke of how Emma could be going to her own home; a certain someone probably waiting for her, culprit of the constant buzzing Emma’s phone had been in until she had switched off. Neither of them wanted to go there after all and so the blonde quickly set everything up, sitting next to Regina in the awkward stance the two of them knew by now that would eventually develop in the half-hugs they had started to wake up to for almost a month and a half now.

Neither of them knew how exactly Emma had started to spend more and more time at the mansion; preferably always after defeating what they had started to dub as the “villain of the week.” One day Regina had opened her door, still trying to explain to Henry how he should never use the power that came inherently from his author status, and had found Emma standing at the other side, hand still up, almost about to knock for a third time with an anguish look on her eyes and the simplest question; “Can I enter?”

After that, hours spent together had started to morph into movie nights and every other reason in order to make Emma spend more and more time with the two of them. Neither of them mentioned Hook or who the marriage felt brittle to the point in where Emma was rarely seen with him alone anymore. Regina didn’t ask, didn’t dare to, but she was always ready if the blonde asked her if she could spend the night.

To which Regina always answered affirmatively.

“So,” Regina started, waving her right hand next to Emma’s temple, patching the blonde’s up while feigning not to feel the sparks of the younger woman’s own magic reacting and answering to her power, “let’s start.”

Of course, if she muttered an “I love you” just as the woman’s head fell on top of her shoulder, soundly asleep only twenty minutes in, she pretended she hadn’t. Just like every other night.

[shadowdianne]

SwanQueen Week: Day 7: Superhero

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And… we reach the end.

Thanks to the two amazing people that are behind the scenes, keeping all working so we can have our week. It’s a rather demanding work when you start working on it so… yup; thank you both.

“No! Wait!” Emma rose her hands, muscles straining as she was propelled into the air as she had done close to a dozen of times already. The pull took her breath away as she tried hard not to look down, eyes focused in what she knew would be her character’s nemesis in post-production. Muscles straining as kept the pose and tresses tickling her cheekbones enough for her to think on the make-up she felt they had covered her in, the blonde swallowed her nerves down and tried to keep the swirl on the back of her brain to a minimum while her stomach reminded her how little she had eaten that day.

Which, she thought moments before the scene was over, the wires stopping and a flurry of movement coming closer to her as her back muscles protested, she needed to fix as soon as possible.

“I think this was it.” The broad smile of the director made her smile as well before she winced, the wires being quickly dismounted by the dutiful crew as cameras returned to the original position they had started from. “Last one was just what we wanted Emma.”

The blonde could feel her shoulder’s sag; the look on her face telling enough for the man to gruffly turn towards his assistant, leaving her to the mess that was the wires and contraptions that would later on help to create the effect that she was flying through the air. As hungry as the blonde felt she realized that she would need a while before she was free to go to the small corner she had taken for herself whenever she was between scenes. As crowded as the place tended to get that small corner was hers and hers alone and so she dreamt of it while she started the long process of getting out of the gear and make up that hid herself from the cameras.

It was an insane amount of time later that she dragged herself across the studio, boots hitting the pavement while trying not to tumble over thin air, her eyes blinking slowly, almost sheepish as she remembered that the following day would start in an almost a similar fashion that the one she had just finished far too late had done. Which, she thought wearily, right hand on her pocket, fishing out the phone she had almost forgotten next to the scenario, left hand pushing open the door of the small place she had found one day while all of the ones involved feigned the star of the film wasn’t snooping around, would already be enough of a bother if it wasn’t because…

A silhouette she recognized instantly separated itself from the darkest corner of the place she was now standing in, legs slightly apart in the heroic pose she had been asked and repeated to take time and time again. Her sleep-addled brain, however, didn’t react until Regina’s lips broke into a smile while she approached her, the power suit she wore feeling slightly out of place in front of her own clothes, the costume glinting on the dim light.

“How’s my favorite Marvel girl?

The bite on the words, the way Regina smirked at her before reaching for a kiss, made Emma finally answer, grapping her arms around the older woman’s waist as she focused on her face and Regina’s own tales. Fatigue was written on the way her eyes were slightly closed, make-up smeared at some points and wrinkled on the otherwise impeccable button-down were enough for Emma to answer the kiss with one of her own. Or try to. Lips gliding against Regina’s as the older woman took a step backwards, Emma watched powerless as the other woman stared at her, at the costume that Emma had only to start feel comfortable with.

“Tired.” Her answer was succinct but followed by a tired, slanted smile that was quickly answered with Regina’s as she -finally- got her real kiss. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you until Friday.”

Shrugging, Regina tilted her head, arms wrapped around Emma’s, the warmth of her body radiating off her in ways that made the blonde want to yawn, relaxed as she felt.

“I was able to close the deal before I thought I’d be.” The answer wasn’t explicit enough but Emma, tired and happy, let her brain relax, kissing her fiancée one more time before whispering an “I love you” that was answered with Regina’s own mixed with a soft chuckle that floated between them before Emma swallowed it with yet another kiss.

[shadowdianne]

SwanQueen Week: Day 4: Min. Wage meets Hollywood

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“I can make you famous, a star.” The words that had left Rumple Gold’s mouth had made both Emma and Ruby look at each other as they gaped to the man that had stood in front of them; dressed to the nines and with the Hollywood “glow” as Ruby’s grandma liked to describe the celebrities that sometimes reached those parts of the city, trying to get a whiff of a simpler life as she would say before asking Ruby to fetch something or other for a client.

On any other night Emma would have declined the man’s words, his sentence almost certainly coming from someone who had drank far too much wine in one of the fancy parties some friends of both the blonde and lanky brunette tried to access working for catering firms that would close in months. However, that night had been her birthday and the tiredness of her job, the looming reality that she would end up doing her work time and time again with no apparent change, had made her bold and so she had picked the small business card in where golden thread framed the name of one of the biggest producers on the industry.

And so there she was, watching mouth agape the party that kept on evolving around her -had been ever since she had crossed the threshold of the white-painted mansion in where the accents of black and red glimmered under the shifting lights under everyone on the party seemed to navigate with as the hours passed. Clutching the drink she had picked up the moment she had been offered some and thinking back on Gold’s words of how a party was always a party until you started to see far too drunk people trying to create trouble, Emma tried her best to find Ruby among the people, her friend’s silhouette nowhere to be seen.

Sighing and caressing her scalp in where the hairspray Ruby had used on her was starting to itch, Emma turned towards the main door; muttering how naïve she had been. She didn’t want to be an actress; she thought halfway angry at herself. That had always been Ruby’s dream. She had merely wanted a change; something she would never get to have if she kept on acting like a teen, trying to impress some of the “cool” kids that had let her down time again and again.

Pressing the tips of her fingers against the fabric of the dress she was wearing, feeling more and more as if she was merely using a custom rather than something she’d wear, she almost tripped as a rather petite yet impressing figure made its appearance; the black sleek lines of the newly arrived woman enough of a brand for Emma’s brain to come up with the name that had been in many of the billboards recently.

“Regina Mills.”

She wasn’t awestruck; she tried to reason with herself, gulping and trying to search for Ruby as Regina approached to her general direction.

Later, much much later, when she would be seated at her couch with Regina herself at her side, a small smug smirk on her face, she would say that that had been the moment she had known. Truthfully -as Regina would always mention- she turned bright red and moved to the even more darker places of the room, almost refusing to say a single word to anyone else until Rumple Gold had found her and had presented her to Regina with far too many flourishes and the same cunning glint on his eyes she would later learn that was almost his firm as much as his brand.

She hadn’t exited the house with a life-changing part for a play or a film -that had been Ruby- but a week after that Regina’s assistant came to the small dinner she worked in; a note neatly presented to her and a request for help not from her coffee-making skills but from her finding people one.

But that… was another story, one they would never discuss about later on. Magazines, as they often would say, had written enough about them all.

[swanqueenweek]

Hi! I can't seem to find the AO3 collection?

Hi!

All the SQW collections are here . Due to technical difficulties the one for SQW10 is not up yet but we’re working on it an it will be open as soon as possible!

Sorry and thank you for your understanding :)

[destroying-your-happiness]

Swan Queen Week 10, Day 2: Movies @swanqueenweek

[destroying-your-happiness]

Superhero: Swan Queen Week Day 7 - When the sleepy town of Storybrooke suddenly becomes a hot spot for crime, Agent Emma Swan is sent in to discover why, and in the process uncovers something nobody would believe: a vigilante that the townspeople refer to as their very own superhero. Hell bent on stopping the corruption that has seeped into the town, and determined to find out the identity of the so-called superhero, Emma teams up with a local forensics specialist, Regina Mills, who has a knack for getting to the truth. Despite Emma’s initial skepticism, they become fast friends and even better partners. That is, until one night, when Emma finally tracks down the vigilante, and to her surprise finds out it’s none other than Regina. 

@swanqueenweek

[shadowdianne]

SwanQueen Week: Day 5: Sucked in

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This is a different approach to the prompt. Maybe even the total opposite. However, this is the one why I had been slow on my uploads for the week since the original ficlet was something entirely different but after hearing about the show’s cancelation I decided to twist it a little bit, playing with the rules of the prompt and see if I could give them a farewell as bizarre as it turned out.

Emma pushed the door in front of her, boots sliding through the pavement as Regina pinched the bridge of her nose, her shadow looming over the blonde’s as the heat that had been scalding them ever since they had crossed the threshold of the wooden door. Grunting and giving a couple of shakes to the stubborn handle, the blonde turned forcefully, kicking the door with the heel of the boot for good measure as Regina crossed her arms, one brow arching already at the other woman’s antics.

“Tired already?”

Emma narrowed her eyes, half wishing to have something to say to the woman in front of her but realizing she truly didn’t have anything. Hitting the door with the back of her head and taking a big gulp of air while at it, she glanced at the switched off spotlights that rose above the two of them alongside with what they had quickly found out that was the remains of a studio.

“It’s not like we can use magic here.” She mumbled, refocusing on Regina as the brunette walked towards before stopping altogether, her face a mask while she nibbled her bottom lip in a nervous tic the blonde almost pointed it out.

Almost.

Running her right hand over her hair and wincing as she found a few knots on the tresses, Emma grabbed the handle of the door once again, giving it a shake before stepping towards Regina, feigning not to be trying to grasp her forearm while doing it so.

“You can’t feel it here as well, can you?”

Regina’s question was laced with wariness. Not because of her, the blonde considered, but because of the place they were in. Her mind screamed Hollywood; the size of the unit big enough for it. How then, she reasoned, had they ended up stepping inside Rumplestiskin’s place only to find themselves in a place that had forgotten pieces of what almost felt a play abandoned in the middle of it was another question. Blinking, as she answered the older woman’s question mechanically, she tilted her head enough as she tried to catch a clue, anything, of where they could be.

“Not since we arrived.”

Regina almost scoffed at that, sighing deeply while Emma turned towards her, a blush coloring her cheeks as she approached a seemingly dusty piece of what had once been a cable of some sort.

“I very much doubt we are still there.”

Emma hummed at it, trying hard not to keep on staring at Regina, feeling the uneasiness of their words flow between them. Something they had been doing more and more after the wedding and the more than awkward conversation that had followed between them.

Freezing as Regina approached her, Emma turned at her right at the very last second, her hand still on the doorframe while Regina touched its surface, the wood and details engraved on it standing out enough in the middle of the seemingly abandoned studio to clearly be magical. Biting on her lips and trying to stand as further from Regina as possible, the blonde kicked out a piece of rubble.

“What do you think was been shooted here?”

Regina didn’t shrug but the glance she gave her over her shoulder was answer enough for the blonde to gulp and follow the path Regina had already taken by crouching in front of the chairs and camera equipment that felt that had been left out in the middle of shooting by no apparent reason. Fumbling with the cables the blonde glanced towards Regina, at the way the brunette did a full display on trying to hex the wood of the door with no avail considering the frustration on her face as she turned back from it, hands on hips.

“I don’t think that’s the important part here but how we manage to go back.”

Emma sucked on her teeth, feeling the ice-cold tone reminiscent of days she hadn’t thought she would ever live again with the woman she had in front of her. Still, she kept quiet as Regina walked around the place, frustration oozing off her as she shook her hands, magic not replying back. Not that it had been before.

“Maybe.” She started after a few more seconds passed, Regina still moving through the studio. “We could try to call for help.”

Regina’s icy glare made the blonde gulp but she kept on staring back as Regina froze and turned towards her, the brunette’s arms now hanging limp at her sides.

“You really think that trying to ask for help here is going to actually help us?”

The tone felt packed with anger and Emma fell silent, unsure of what to say. A gesture the brunette replied with a scoff.

“Where��s your heat, Emma?” Her name rolled-off Regina’s tongue in the two syllables the brunette spoke it, the way her lips moved calling for the younger woman as she glanced at them, nervous.

The next words came in the form of an almost shriek; something the blonde felt almost like a schoolgirl; far too old for the way she felt herself powerless against Regina’s glance, at the way it had been ever since she had given an “I do” she had started to have seconds thoughts about the very same moment she had turned to look towards Henry, the boy’s own face a mask.

“Perhaps if you hadn’t kissed me…”

Regina’s nostrils flared as she took a step closer towards her, the memory of the night after the wedding returning once again.

“You asked Emma!”

“But you followed through!”

“And you replied back.”

And Emma knew that she could backtrack, that she could remain silent in front of Regina until the woman gave up, turned back towards the door and feign the conversation had never happened in the same way they had been pretending that the kiss hadn’t happened. Yet, she felt unable to remain silent and so she clutched the wedding ring between her fingers, fidgeting with it before she replied, the words bold enough, freeing enough, for her to smile.

“Of course I did, I wanted to kiss you.”

They felt it at the same time, electricity quickly running up their bodies, freezing them in place, few inches away from each other, chests heaving as a small glow washed over them, a small prop suddenly tingling as it called for the two of them.

There, almost forgotten, laid a book the two of them knew well; a book they could have recognized anywhere; the title old and not as shiny as it had once been but recognizable enough.

“Once upon a time”

So yeah, Viva La SwanQueen. The idea is for them to travel “inside” the behind the scenes of a set; THEIR set. A bit too meta perhaps but it felt like a good decision at the time…

[swenswanswoon]

The modern world has lost most of its belief in love, even for people with soulmate marks, and of those with soulmate marks, most are never lucky enough to find each other. When Emma discovers that her soulmate is a celebrity, her hope to find true love and true acceptance starts to fade, but before the light can go out, fate intervenes.

It always does.