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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 3 months

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x10 The New Neverland

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Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 736

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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Killian sat brooding on his bar stool at Granny’s diner nursing a mug of beer. As he watched Emma converse with her lad, his heart sank. He loved her, wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman in centuries. He wanted to be with her, be the man she came home to at the end of the evening, the man she confided in, loved, gazed at adoringly, the man she allowed in her life and in her bed.

But more than anything, he wanted to see her happy. They understood each other, that was true enough. Though the circumstances couldn’t have been more different, their lives were similar in a heartbreaking way. Like him, she’d seen too much pain, too much hurt, too much fighting just to survive. He deserved the fate he had, but she didn’t. She deserved everything, every happiness life had to offer.

Even if it wasn’t with him.

He’d had hopes when they were in Neverland that he could be a part of that happy future with her–especially after the earth-shattering kiss they’d shared. He’d been quite serious about pursuing her, courting her, winning her heart honestly and with no trickery.

But it had all been a beautiful but unattainable dream–as odd as it was to have one of those on a land seemingly built on nightmares.

He’d seen that clearly as soon as the Roger had touched down upon the waters of Storybrooke and his passengers had disembarked. He hadn’t expected a ceremony in his honor, effusive speeches of gratitude. He hadn’t even really expected thanks, but he had hoped for…something. Some acknowledgement, some camaraderie, some, any, sense of belonging in the group of triumphant heroes.

For a split second, he thought he’d get it. The lady Snow had spoken of someone they needed to give credit, someone they needed to thank, and his heart had lept, thinking it was he of whom she spoke.

But he should have known better. It was Regina who was the focus of her gratitude.

No, Killian could see it clearly at that moment. Pan had been right. He was, and would ever be in their eyes, nothing but a pirate, a villain, someone with whom they could make temporary alliances when the situation called for it, but someone to never truly trust or allow within their inner circle.

He couldn’t blame them, truly. He’d spent centuries committing the vilest of acts in pursuit of his revenge. There was far too much in his ledger that he could never wipe out. Swan deserved someone worthy of her. Henry deserved a better father figure.

Whether or not Neal fit the bill, he didn’t know. Swan hadn’t given him details of how Baelfire had hurt her, but it was clear he had, deeply so. Perhaps the wound would prove to be too deep to overcome, but Killian had to give the lad the opportunity to try. He owed him that much at least. He would not be the cause of another family breaking apart.

Maybe a miracle would happen. Maybe in the end, Swan would choose him, but in the meantime, Killian knew what he had to do. He had to back off for the sake of the boy–both the boy Baelfire had once been, the one Killian had betrayed, and Swan’s own lad.

Aye, perhaps a miracle would happen, but Killian didn’t trust to hope. He’d long since lost the right to wish for miracles.

Note: Grrr! If there’s one thing (other than Neal just being…well…NEAL) that makes me crazy about 3x10, it’s the fact that the heroes just seem to dismiss Killian. Look at what he did for them: He went back to Neverland, the place he’d spent centuries of the worst years of his life. He chose to bury the hatchet and work with his sworn enemy. He’d offered his ship and his services for as long as they needed them, and in exchange? In exchange they took it all for granted, not even thanking him, barely even acknowledging his presence. They’ll give Regina credit for the role she played in saving Henry, but they won’t even acknowledge the far greater role Killian played, and it just makes me both sad and angry for him. Thus this fic. We know Killian suffers from a good deal of self-loathing. This is what I assume led to his decision to back off when it comes to Emma.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#season 3 rewatch drabbles #cs fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #my fanfiction #3x10 the new neverland #killian jones

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4getfulimaginator2022 · 2 months

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A big thank you

Prelude: I never wanted to watch Game of Thrones. I never planned to invest in any of the characters from the show, and I had zero interest in the story. Some years ago, I was a devoted Once Upon a Time (ABC) fan. I enthusiastically watched every episode, and I belonged to a fandom for the first time in my life. It was an eye-opening experience, and then my newfound shipper heart grew tenfold with Captain Swan, the pairing between Emma (main character) and Killian (Captain Hook). We only hoped at first they would become a couple, and then our greatest dream eventually came true: they were a canon ship. I was so proud and thrilled. I never dreamed I could write anything longer than a short story, but here I was, penning over 500,000 words of fanfic for them. They were a shining light guiding me through storytelling, and I will never forget that they inspired me to write novel-length fics.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. The fire died out. I had 3 unfinished fics left. And my original writing - the novels I wanted to create myself, apart from fanfic - was in shambles. My writing spark was disappearing. At some point these past several years, I wondered if I was actually meant to be a writer at all, or if I was just fooling myself. Was it all just a happy coincidence? My writer's block grew. I haven't written anything for the past 2 years.

Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, Jorah and Daenerys from Game of Thrones appeared in my YouTube recommendations just a few weeks ago. Only them, mind you. Maybe the algorithm had somehow figured out my previous obsession with Anastasia and Iskender from Magnificent Century: Kosem, a Turkish TV show with a doomed, unrequited love between a knight and the girl who would someday become his queen (beautiful score, by the way). Or maybe it wasn't that at all. My interest was piqued. Who was Jorah, and why was he so loyal to Daenerys? Loyalty intrigues me. It's one of the traits I treasure most in characters, so of course I went "down the rabbit hole" and found out everything there was to know about Jorah's relationship with Daenerys. Of course it had to be unrequited. Of course it never became canon. But I love it. It's a wonderful story of devotion, growth, caring. I get that people saw the age difference as an obstacle, but I think that Jorah's love was so rare in this world of selfish desires. It was refreshing - and very romantic. Cynic though I am in reality, I am at heart a romantic, and I always will be.

Continuing from YouTube and whatever I could glean, I found myself looking here on Tumblr for gifsets, fanfiction...and I visited AO3 after a prolonged absence to find every Jorleesi fanfic in existence. I laughed and smiled like I hadn't in such a long time.

Anyway, I'm so sorry to put this in the tags when I have nothing to offer but my sincere thanks. Thank you to all of you who love this ship. You helped a weary would-be writer get back on her feet and start typing again. Bless you! 💖 I'm so happy to be part of this lovely fandom.

#daenerys x jorah #jorleesi

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ouatsqincorrect · 6 months

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Any Emma and Elsa headcanons? I personally really adore their friendship in s4, and I’m kinda bummed they didn’t ever mention it again after the Frozen gang leave Storybrooke.

(Side note- Elsa was 100% one of the OG swanqueen shippers lol. Just look at all the effort she went to, trying to patch up Regina and Emma’s friendship. And that scene where Emma and Elsa try to piss off Regina in her vault during the ‘Shattered Sight’ episode was GOLD!)

oh i agree you with you completely. the minute elsa saw emma and regina in the same room together, she was on a mission to get them together and we love her for it

so in my head, regina eventually starts to open up more communication between storybrooke and other realms, and they start figuring out easy ways for people to visit the EF or camelot or arendelle or wherever

(they also figure out ways to send mail between the different realms which turns out to be very helpful)

it starts off really slow. not many people take the opportunity to travel right away, but emma immediately wants to go visit elsa

elsa was one of the first people she truly felt like she could call a friend, you know? emma can count on about one hand the number of people she’s felt teuly understand her, and elsa is one of them

visiting elsa is not a family affair because they are trying this new thing where they don’t leave storybrooke in the hands of random townspeople, but emma, regina and belle take the trip to a arendelle

their visit comes as a surprise to elsa, but she’s thrilled because emma really was her friend, and she hasn’t really had too many of those

after they say their hello’s, it takes elsa about two seconds to realize emma and regina have finally gotten their shit together, and if they thought their family was excited, well, elsa’s a whole different story

it’s really as if elsa’s otp has gotten together and she is thrilled

(because she didn’t really get the chance to talk to regina much during her stay in storybrooke, she takes this visit as a chance to get to know her a bit more and she’s even more convinced emma and regina were made for each other by the time they head back to storybrooke)

elsa isn’t someone they talk to everyday, because…you know, they live in entirely different realms. but she is considered a family friend and when they get the chance every so often, they take the opportunity to visit and catch up (elsa also comes and visits storybrooke occasionally)

but yeah, elsa will always be this important figure in emma’s life because not only was she one of her first true friends, but she was also one of the first people to tell emma that it’s ok for her to be emma swan and even if it took emma a little time to get there, she’ll forever be grateful for elsa’s presence during that time in her life

#emma swan #elsa #emma/elsa #headcanons

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angstbotfic · 5 months

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Twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by @waknatious

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

180.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

774,164

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, every single one. even when it takes me months.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably Second Chance?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i mean they kind of all have happy endings . . .

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have in the past during the height of anti-SQ sentiment in the fandom. not recently.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i am the prophet of smut, so yes. 113 of my stories are explicit.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

The Gardener took Emma Swan and put her in 1949 LA with Rita Castillo.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no, though i did swap one of my fics out to be CS to see what they'd say with Emma being domme and several people saw it and reached out to tell me it had been stolen and i had to let them know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, A Recipe for Love, Or: Lesbians and Lasagna with @rowark

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

i mean i am terrible saying i have a favorite of literally anything but i have definitely written the most Swan Queen

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i haven't given up hope on rewriting every episode of Gilmore Girls in my Paris/Lorelai verse but it's on indefinite hiatus right now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

smut, i think?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

description. i just don't care about describing how anything looks.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

when it makes sense in context and the author knows the language well enough, by all means. but don't try to Google Translate!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Voyager in 2000.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i can't do favorites!

tagging nobody. do it if you wanna.

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virtual-winter · 6 months

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Frozen memories #001

My Frozen story - Part 1

It's the end of October which means it's time for me to reminisce about another year of experiences with the Frozen franchise. What's extra special this time though is of course the upcoming Frozen 10th anniversary as well as an opportunity to share it with more than just a few close friends 🙂

I never saw the original Frozen in theatres. Back then in late 2013, I was relatively fresh out of school, unemployed and didn’t have much time or interest to engage in media fandoms of any kind. Things got better the following year as I attended university, beginning my studies in structural engineering and urban planning. Despite having to travel a lot every day and trying to keep up with my studies, life was relatively simple. You did the same thing every day. I was not the most sociable person but I was making good progress getting to know and working together with my fellow peers. Most of them were fresh from high school while I had been studying a bit before applying for uni so I was a little bit older than most of them.

Being in my early twenties, animation or Disney wasn't exactly anything I was paying attention to. I couldn't remember the last time I watched a Disney movie and I think I was feeling a bit out of touch with fandom culture in general.

Entering October, I happened to notice that ABC's fantasy TV-series Once upon a time was coming back for a fourth season. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary and I had actually never watched the show before (only briefly in an ad and I remember the CGI looked really bad 🤣) but thanks to my local newspaper, I learned that actor Georgina Haig was gonna play a new role in the show. I was very fond of this Aussie gal since her small role as Henrietta in the sci-fi series Fringe 2012-2013 so I was very excited to see what her new character was about.

With hindsight, I know for sure that without Georgina’s involvement, the show would have never caught my attention. And my goodness, did this change my life 😃

Oh, and that newspaper highlight? I rediscovered it a couple of years ago👇

For those of you who (shockingly) can't read Swedish, here's what it said:

Ask about TV Elsa, queen of ice, shows up and it gets cold in Storybrooke.

Will there be new episodes of the fairy tale series? In "Once upon a time" we got to know several fairy tale characters. In the last season, Emma and Hook travelled through time which messed things up for Snow White and the Prince, and Robin Hood and Lady Marion were reunited. When the series is back in Channel 11 on October 20th, a recap episode will be broadcasted at 7PM before the saga continues at 8PM. Queen Elsa of Arendelle (Georgina Haig) shows up.

I obviously had no idea who Queen Elsa of Arendelle was (I barely even knew what story she was from). I was aware that the movie Frozen was a thing and I had seen the teaser with Olaf and Sven around Christmas 2013 but it had left no impression on me whatsoever. I had a vague idea that the song Let it go had become very popular but I didn't understand the fuss behind it. Yet.

October 20th, 2014. My first introduction to the Arendelle sisters👇

It’s hard to describe exactly what my initial reaction to watching the first few episodes was. In general (since I had no experience with the show) I was of course confused about what was going on but the consistency of the Frozen-story definitely helped. Much later on, having seen the entire series, I understood much better how the characters and their story tied into the main plot and especially Emma Swan’s character development. But at the time, it was just cool to take part of some new and (to me) pretty unique fantasy storytelling in a modern setting. For any true Oncers out there, regardless of the quality of the show as a whole, I'm sure you would agree that it was a heck of a fun ride while it lasted!

I knew for sure that I had found something that I truly loved and that was pretty rare for me. Several years back I had been pretty passionate about other franchises like Star Wars, Stargate, Fringe and Hannibal but this modern fairy-tale world was truly something different. And I know a lot of that can be said to be thanks to the Frozen-story. No offence to the main cast, but I would be lying if I didn't credit Georgina, Elizabeth Lail (Anna), Scott Michael Foster (Kristoff) and Elizabeth Mitchell (Ingrid) as the true stars of the fourth season for me! They truly helped bring their characters to life and I still can’t picture anyone else playing them outside of animation (looking at you, Frozen live action-rumours). It should also be said that compared to the rest of the show’s characters, the Frozen characters did have a very strong presence on screen, a look and a feel that was carried over beautifully to the small live-action screen. I may not have known it at the time, but it would be equally true for the original movie.

About four weeks into the season, I knew for sure that I had found something that truly resonated with med and I knew I had to watch the "source material". But that will be a thing to cover in Part 2. 😉

See ya soon!

#Frozen memories #Frozen observations #Frozen #Disney Frozen #Queen Elsa #Princess Anna #Once upon a time #frozen fandom #personal #ouat elsa #ouat anna #arendelle archives #ouat #ouat s4 #Georgina Haig #Elizabeth Lail #frozen 10

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lucyllawless · 1 year

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Caved and finally watched OUAT after seeing some of your gifs, and while I rarely think listening to fans could fix anything, listening to the fans definitely could have fixed this show. Regina and Emma shacking up could have solved so many problems, like soooo many problems.

Why do I feel like I should be apologizing to you rn for making you go through that???

Objectively, it is not a good show after s4 (s4 I have my reasons for loving s4 coughdqcough*) but it will always hold a very special place for me. Regina/Lana is the main reason for watching tbh.

There’s a reason the episodes centered around Regina and Emma’s relationship are some of the best ones in the entire show. They hit almost every romantic trope on the list, shared a son, and were each others perfect opposite. The ship literally wrote itself.

They set out to “reimagine” fairy tales, but instead of giving us what could’ve been one of the most memorable fairy tale romances, we got the freakiest Pinocchio’s I’ve ever seen and warlord Little Bo-Peep.

Fanon swan queen is an amazing world to live in. I have some messages asking about fic recs, so I’m working getting them answered. Fans fixed everything and created so much more than the show could’ve ever imagined.

#reply #once upon time #swan queen

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phiralovesloki · 7 months

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Tagged by my love @optomisticgirl--

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

If you're not logged into AO3, the links might not work for you, since all of my works are locked at the moment. Sorry!

First fic: The Curious Case of Emma Cassidy. The very first fic I'd been inspired to write in years, and my first OUAT fic. I joined the fandom at the end of season 3 and was mildly obsessed with New York City Serenade, and wanted to explore what would have happened if Neal had joined Emma and Henry in New York (he didn't come over with the curse! Why would he have had to go back to the Enchanted Forest?). I think a lot of people skipped it because I was a new and unknown writer in the fandom (fair!), and because people mistakenly thought it was Neal/Emma fic (not fair, read the tags! Or as it was originally only posted to FFnet, read the pairing!).

Last fic: David Nolan Fucks Up Christmas. Written for OptomisticGirl herself! Goofy OUAT Christmas fic where Emma and Killian get snowed in at IKEA, because apparently people DID get snowed in at IKEA that year, although not on Christmas Eve.

Only once: Not totally sure here, since everything I have on AO3 is either Captain Swan or Captain Charming. When I used to do Kinky Prompts, I'm sure there were some pairings or groupings I only wrote once. But since that's not on AO3 anymore (and I don't have a copy, please don't ask for one), let's go with the divisive background Leopold/Regina pairing from With Affection.

Favorite fic from the fandom I've written in most: That'll be OUAT since everything I have on AO3 is OUAT. I have a lot of ones I like a lot, but I'd say my favorite might be Powerful Magic. I worked really hard on it, and I feel like it came together really, really beautifully.

Fic I wish more people read: Killian Jones, Concertmaster Extraordinaire. It's not perfect by any stretch, but I really like Killian's character arc and wish more people gave it a chance.

Fic I agonized over: LOL gotta be Falling Slowly. It took forever, and was very plot-heavy, and every time something changed on the show, I'd have to go back to the drawing board. I eventually gave up and wrote an author's note that was like, "Look, this is canon through this particular episode, I fucking give up."

Fic that sprang fully formed: You'll Know it's Him. I was spoiler-free after season 4 of OUAT, so I knew nothing about season 5B besides whatever people could guess from the finale of 5A. I knew that nothing I was going to write would come close to canon, but I just had this idea and had to get it down.

Work I'm proud of for any reason: A lot of them (particularly Powerful Magic; Killian Jones, Concertmaster Extraordinaire; and Falling Slowly listed above). But I think one that's not listed that comes to mind is Strange Bedfellows (which was a close second for "Fic I wish more people read"). I like the structure of the story, and while the twist is not really a twist, it was a lot of fun to put in anyway.

Lots of folks have been tagged already, yikes. So if I tag you and you've already been tagged or you don't want to do this, please don't worry about it! @eirabach, @lifeinahole27, @iverna, @unfolded73 and anyone who wants to do this but hasn't been tagged (like, this is me tagging you, you should do this and then say I was the one who tagged you)

#fic stuff #yeah sorry y'all it's all ouat fic all the way down #mad respect for everyone who writes for multiple fandoms #but this is only the second fandom i've ever been compelled to write fic for #so that's all there is

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piraterefrigerator · 11 months

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21st Century Man

For @kazoosandfannypacks

Shut Up And Dance for Captain Swan

Set in 3×21/3×22 (the time travel episodes)

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"Hook, you know I don't know how to dance"

"And you know I do"

"Yeah" Emma scoffed "I'm gonna look real princessy stepping on your feet every few seconds"

"I think I've got enough dancing know-how for the both of us"

"Look, I think we should just sit this out and–"

"Emma, would you shut up and dance with me?"

"What?"

"Just keep your eyes on me"

"Hook, are you quoting the song?"

"Perhaps"

"Look at you becoming a 21st century man" Emma chuckled

"I learned from the best"

#drabble #captain swan #captain swan fanfic #emma swan #killian jones

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luthorao3 · 1 year

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“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?” - Emma Swan and Regina Mills (I know it's 2023 and this is Swanqueen but you're the one who posted Regina on your main and reawaking ancient and disgusting *feelings* so now I'm making you suffer too)

oh you fucker (respectfully). it's been so long since i've seen any actual episodes of ouat, we’re just going to take the timeline like a sheet of paper and scrunch it up into a little ball and it will make about as much sense as canon if you don’t ask any questions. <3

The mayoral manor is a quiet house.

At three storeys tall and wider still, it’s too large for its sole two occupants, although Emma likes to think she makes a difference.

More so, on those nights when she lingers too late in the afternoon helping Henry with his homework, that Regina feels the need to extend an invitation to dinner. (A world away, a whole new dimension, and Regina still can’t seem to escape the trappings of that good old storybook hospitality?) Further still, after Henry’s bedtime passes and Emma finds herself spirited away to Regina’s study, three sips into her second glass of apple cider and something old and folksy strumming from the sound system.

The first time it had happened, she’d accepted the invitation for a drink with obvious and awkward surprise.

The second, she’d been determined to take it in her stride, and even cracked a joke.

(That just about destroyed their ability to form civil conversation for a good half hour after.)

By now, she’s learned to roll with it and keep her mouth shut until Regina offers a tentative, no, placating topic of conversation – usually Henry, often the town, rarely either of their pasts, thank every well-intentioned fairytale wizard for that – to keep their silence from turning awkward. Until, of course, those topics begin to wear dangerously thin, and Regina looks at her with this kind of— longing, but that can’t be the word? Like she wouldn’t mind so much if Emma did open her big mouth and say something embarrassing, some unfunny joke, a crass quip for Regina to turn her nose up at, but then again why would she?

What could they possibly have in common, besides the absolute shit-fuckery that is their respective trauma?

So, quiet, then. With her cider in one hand and music filling in the lulls in their conversation.

Until—

“Oh, man, I love this song.”

It’s instinct, like reflex. Verbal diarrhoea. By the time Emma catches up to the words, she’s already spoken them out loud.

Regina’s surprise is expected, but not the smile that follows.

Bright like a spark from a live wire, and just as heart-stopping.

Emma watches as she stands, sets her glass down, heals clipping as she nears the stereo. A heartbeat later, the volume increases. Not by much – Henry is still sleeping above their heads, or at least roundabout up there somewhere – and Regina does not sit down again. She turns in place and observes Emma – observes her, not just looking, not a casual thing; Emma feels that glance right down to her marrow – and then steps closer.

She offers out a hand.

“Dance with me.”

Emma thinks it’s meant to be a question, but it didn’t sound like one. An offer, even. Invitation. Does she have a choice to say thank you but, holy fuck, no way, haha, not even a little bit, are you for real?

“Um,” instead, but Regina does not cower.

(Well, Emma doesn’t expect her to. She’s too many lifetimes under her belt, already, and none of them have been gentle.)

“I thought you loved this song?”

Questioning? Challenging. Emma swallows and feels her throat so dry it almost sticks itself closed. Awkward.

“Um.”

Yeah, nailed it.

Before her transformation into caveman can complete, Emma shakes herself.

“I mean,” she clears her throat, wry smirk, “why?”

Regina considers her again. “You’re not unattractive.”

“Wow,” Emma sputters, and she’s grinning like an idiot, because damn if that isn’t the worst compliment she’s ever received in her life (and, yeah, there’s some competition), but the amusement drains from her like a hole in the bottom of a bucket when Regina does not laugh back, and Emma gets the strangest suspicion, the most ridiculous gut feeling that Regina might actually be—

But, no.

Because that would be absurd.

Like something straight out of a— oh, go ahead, laugh. This is her life now, isn’t it?

Except Regina is still offering her hand, and faced with taking it or refusing, Emma’s self-preservation decides against doing anything that might piss off the woman who once earned the moniker, Evil Queen. She’s not actually expecting to make contact – skin on skin – even as her hand slides into Regina’s, but she’s warm. And soft, actually. Emma’s mind runs through her imagined ten-step skincare routine even as it’s derailing.

Regina leads her into the centre of the room.

Regina places her hands where they’re meant to be.

Regina moves the way that people move, two people, together, when they want to get much, much closer. And she smells good. Jesus, fuck, she smells amazing. Emma could have told herself that, but knowing it and experiencing it, experiencing Regina, are two very different things. One exists within the confines of her mind, where it absolutely should have stayed, and the other is a gentle cheek pressed fleetingly against her own, moving away again, returning (now with confidence, for it does not leave again), and now that she can define the two, Emma thinks she’ll lose it.

That’s what happens when people learn too much, those big and secret truths that make up the very existence of the cosmos, they lose their goddamn minds.

When she’s worked up enough courage, before the song has ran its course, Emma wets her lips and drags her thoughts from the press of Regina’s belly against her own.

(Soft. Fucking, warm. Solid.)

“Are we really doing this?” she whispers. “Are we really slow dancing?”

Amusement like a rumble in Regina’s chest, a satisfied hum of affirmation. Car’s motor, cat’s purr. Emma feels it vibrate out of her, where their bodies are connected.

“You’re certainly trying, Ms. Swan.” The familiar title might just be what does her in. That, or the obvious amusement in Regina’s voice. The heaviness of it. The assuredness of her joy. The way she doesn’t sound like this isn’t the most unlikely event to ever happen in all of Storybrooke, and— well, gestures to all of Storybrooke. “If you loosen up a little, you might even enjoy it.”

“Huh,” Emma says.

Which is better than um.

The song ends. Another begins. Sure, the music fits, so Emma supposes it’s kind of okay that they don’t stop dancing. Because that’s what they’re doing, still, and if she told anybody that this was happening they’d laugh and tell her she was lying. Or, hm, no actually they probably wouldn’t, would they, but following that line of thought is sure to ruin the moment, so Emma plugs two metaphorical fingers in her ears and lalalas herself away from it before the idea of how obvious her crush – infatuation? – is can take root.

(It’s not like Regina’s not the mother of her son, or anything. How is she supposed to defend herself against how goddamn fucking sexy it is to know that Regina would, and quite literally, tear several worlds to shreds for the tiny, delicate, infinitely precious human life that Emma brought into existence? So, yeah, maybe they have more things in common, after all.)

When Regina takes a breath – and it’s a large breath, a larger than necessary breath – Emma cringes in preparation for what’s to come.

It’s not what she’s expecting.

“You’re careful around me,” Regina says, quiet-like, earth-shattering.

“Yeah.”

Emma knows exactly what she means.

The eggshells she steps on, the peace she keeps, the distance she puts between them lest she ruin it simply with her presence (done that enough times, thank you, she’d rather not take the chance). She’d assumed Regina would appreciate it, given— everything. But now Regina’s looking at her like she’s lost, lost something, lost something special.

“I wouldn’t mind it if you weren’t.”

And, well.

Shit, okay.

Maybe it’s not so much for Henry’s sake that Regina invites her to all those dinners. Maybe it’s not for Henry that Regina lets her stay, well past she really should, late into the night, long after Henry has counted his last sheep goodnight, cider in her belly and music in her chest. Maybe— and just maybe, okay, hear her out— maybe Regina has actually come to enjoy her company.

The same way Emma has come to enjoy hers.

Which would be kind of—

“Perfect.”

“What?”

“I mean, okay. I won’t be.”

Regina is the first to pull back, and that’s when Emma realises they’re no longer dancing – might not have been for, well, who even knows how long, she hasn’t exactly been keeping track. Regina looks— trepidatious, now. Uncertain, now, but she does not back away. Her determination is as obvious as the lip scar that Emma tries so hard not to hyperfocus on, and so rarely succeeds.

(Have they ever been this close before? Emma thinks, maybe, and yet, how? When? Why? And, more importantly, why not sooner?)

“Really?” Regina asks, searching Emma’s face. “You do know what I’m asking, don’t you?”

Emma does not even consider taking the out, big and red and glaring and obvious as it is that Regina’s just given it to her. She does not even acknowledge it.

“I have an idea. A pretty good one, actually, yeah.”

And, pleased, Regina nods her head. “I’d love to hear it.”

So, closing the distance, Emma lets her know.

#swan queen #regina mills #emma swan #ouat #fic #anonymous #asks #prompts #oh my lord do you ever return to a pairing years and i mean YEARS after you last wrote anything for them and it's like #*waves my hands around wildly*#this was actually so fun though damn. swan queen in 2023. thank you but also i feel like you just ran me over with your car

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Kinktober Day 2 - Floor Sex - Archie Hopper x Fem!Reader

You know, I don’t think ANYONE on this earth asked for an Archie Hopper fic, but that’s exactly the kind of market I like to appeal to. This occurs after Season 2, episode 11, "The Outsider", and was prompted because I'm rewatching that wild ride of a show and want this sweet man to find true love. I know there's so much more plot after, but I'm not caught up, so allow this to exist in a void of time.

Summary: Moving into a new home, you and your fiancé don't even have your bed assembled yet. The excitement of your future lives, however, leaves the pair of you to indulge on your brand-new floor.

Warnings: NSFW. Floor Sex. Unprotected Sex. Fingering. More fluff than I usually write so apologies if it's cringe.

It felt like life had become curse after curse.

Your life in the Enchanted Forest had been ripped from you the day the Evil Queen cast her curse. While your life in Storybrooke hadn’t been anything terrible, it hadn’t been anything too glamorous either. It was though you were in a stasis before the saviour arrived, doing nothing more than waking up, walking your dog, going to work, walking your dog, and going to bed.

Rinse, wash, and repeat.

Somehow the loneliness and monotony had been the worst curses of all.

On the fated day Emma swan arrived to town, however, something had shifted. That day, you crossed paths with a man you had only seen in passing. That particular meeting involved another meeting as well, the joining of two dogs.

“Perdita!” you exclaim, laughing apologetically as her leash gets tangled in that of the other owner’s.

“Pongo! I- I’m so sorry!”

“Nonsense, look at them, they’re having fun,” you continue to laugh, looking up at the owner.

You were paralyzed in that moment, from nothing more than a glance at his blue eyes, filled with amusement.

“Um,” he hesitated, swapping Pongo’s leash to his left hand and holding out his right. “Archie. Dr. Archie Hopper, I mean.”

He wouldn’t tell you until months later, but that day, your smile blinded him.

At the start, the pair of you might have never taken the leap to meet again. Luckily for you both, your Dalmatians had taken such a shine to each other that it ensured the pair of you to keep meeting.

And so, after several months, a couple of curses, and – worst of all – Archie’s supposed death, there the pair of you stood.

In front of your new home.

“It almost doesn’t feel real,” you muse, standing before the front door. Pongo and Perdita had long since run off, likely marking their territory in the backyard.

“It’s very real,” Archie replied softly, pulling you in to his side. “Our own little happy ending.”

“We’re still in this realm. We’re not in the Enchanted Forest, in some castle, or some magic grove. That’ll be enough for you?”

“My darling, I might be from a world with magic, but back then I didn’t have Pongo. I didn’t have you. Here, I have everything I could ever want.”

You grin. “How charming.”

“I think you have me confused for someone else.”

A startled laugh escapes you as you’re swept off your feet, lifted up into a bridal carry.

“Arch, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking my fiancée to see our new home.”

Carrying you across the threshold, he sets you down amidst the entryway.

You half had mind to tease him for setting you down so soon, but you were as distracted as he was, observing your surroundings.

The pair of you had seen the house, of course, prior to buying it. But there was something now, seeing the boxes of possessions scattered, the furniture halfway in place, that made it seem all the more real.

“This is our home,” you whisper, before turning to grin at your partner.

He matches your smile, grabbing your hand excitedly.

“Let’s look around!”

The pair of you dart around the house, taking in every room. The spacious kitchen, the homey living room. A separate office space for you both, and a sizeable yard for the Dalmatians. Two spare bedrooms, a power room, and a large master bedroom with a private bathroom.

“It’s perfect,” you find yourself saying, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“It’s home,” your fiancé agrees, pulling you into a hug.

You reach up to cup his cheek, drawing him in for a soft kiss.

He’s quick to deepen it, however, and you’re more than happy to oblige, the excitement for the moment shining through.

When you feel his hand move from your back to your ass, you pull away, giggling.

“Now, where’s my Cricket’s moral compass?”

Archie merely grins, and your heart warms at the way his eyes crinkle, his glasses slightly lopsided.

“I intend to satisfy my fiancée the way she deserves, under the roof of our new home. Now how could that, possibly, be anything less than moral?”

Your head lulls back as he begins to pepper soft kisses and bites down the column of your throat.

“We haven’t even put the bed together yet, Arch.”

He glances up, a shimmer of darkness in the typically bright eyes.

“Who says we need a bed?”

“Our backs, probably. We aren’t as young as we used to be, before the curse.”

“Your love keeps me young, my darling.”

“Mm, I’ll remember that comment when I’m giving you Advil and an ice-pack.”

A soft pinch to your thigh causes a laugh to escape you, and you let yourself relax a bit.

“Now, would you lay down for me?”

You take a step back, kneeling slowly without breaking your gaze.

“Are you going to fuck me on the floor, Cricket?”

“I’m going to do a lot of things,” your fiancé replies, observing you for a moment. He looks away, however, eyes landing on a bag in the corner of the nearly empty room. “But first…”

He steps away, reaching into the back to pull out a small pillow. Returning, he kneels down to your level, leaning you slowly backwards so that you’re flush with the floor, head resting on the plush feathers.

“Such a gentleman.”

“I try.”

“You succeed.”

You pull him down to meet your lips, talking a moment to enjoy the familiar warmth. His hands move up to caress you, one on your hips, one on your thigh. Your own wind upwards in to his hair, carding through the ginger locks at the back of his neck.

It isn’t long before you’re looking to ramp the pace back up.

You drag his head down so your lips meet his ear, enjoying the shudder you feel from him at the sudden hot breaths over his neck.

“I believe you mentioned a lot of things you want to do to me Doctor?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, helping tug your clothes off. “It does involve less in the way though.”

“Really now?”

“Indeed.”

“And once there’s less in the way, what do you plan to do?”

“Well, I intend to break in every room in this house.”

Once the pair of you are finished stripping, he pins you between his arms, the fond smile contradicting the hunger in his eyes.

“You’re going to be Mrs. Hopper soon,” he says, a sense of wonder in his voice as he slowly trails his gaze down your form, taking pause at your breasts, your waist, your thighs.

“Unless you’d rather call me Mrs. Cricket,” you tease, and he smiles, dragging his fingers slowly down to the heat between your legs.

“I’ll call you anything, as long as you’re mine.”

“I’ll always be yours, Arch.”

A gasp escapes you as a long finger is slid in your cunt, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your clit.

“Mine,” he muses, his hand slowly working you open. “My love, my happy ending.”

“And you’re mine,” you reply, your hand moving to pluck his glasses off his face, setting them safely on the ground beside you.

He had already lost one pair in a heated moment – he didn’t need to lose another.

“Always,” he confirms, leaning forward to capture your lips the same moment he slides another finger in.

“Fuck.”

“Such language,” your fiancé teases, working you faster. “Already corrupting our perfect home?”

“You started it – Archie.” Your words escape you as he finds the weak spot on your neck, biting down as his fingers reach a spot that make you see stars.

“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s our home, you can be as loud as you need.”

Despite his words, you feel yourself flush with slight embarrassment at how worked up you’ve gotten. But the high of the new house, the start of the new adventure, mixed with the lewd echoes of his fingers meeting your wetness, amplified by the emptiness of the large room, all fill you with a blazing heat.

“Archie, please.”

“You can cum, darling. No teasing today, I promise. You’re going to cum on my fingers, and then my cock, and then I’m going to carry you to the kitchen, and we’ll do it all over again. And then in the bathroom, and then in the office, and then the other bedrooms.”

He slips a third finger into you and you cry out, one hand clenching in his hair and the other gripping onto his forearm.

“I will love you on every surface in this house, and that’s just today. We have forever, after that.”

You break, reaching your peak with a gasp of his name echoing louder than it should have against the bare walls.

Your fiancé gives you a moment to collect yourself, smoothing your hair against your head, slowly stroking your legs, your arms, your stomach, worshiping you until you come back to your senses.

Pushing yourself up, you situate the pair of you so youre sitting on his lap, shuddering as you feel his hardness pressing at your thigh.

“Don’t we need to unpack the –“

You cut Archie off, toying with his hair.

“We have a house, we’re engaged. Isn’t time we started thinking about…?”

Archie’s blue eyes search your own for a moment, before widening.

“You mean…with me?”

“No, with Mr. Gold.”

A bark of a laugh escapes him, incredulity flooding his voice.

“And the two Dalmatians aren’t enough? You’re ready?”

You smile softly. “I want to try. At least, if you do too.”

“I do, I really do.”

“Then fuck me on the floor, Dr. Hopper.”

Archie maneuvers you back down, supporting you as he guides his length into you.

“As you wish, Mrs. Hopper.”

A contented sigh leaves you as your fiancé groans, pausing when his hips are flush against yours.

“Darling,” he mutters, choosing to nip at your neck again. “I’m not sure I’ll last this time.”

“Me too,” you gasp, reaching to lace your fingers through his. He snaps his hips and a whimper escapes you, clutching his hand as though it were a lifeline. “Please, just…please. I need you.”

“You have me,” he reaches for your other hand, holding both of your own with his above your head, pinning you deeper into the floor as he finds a steady rhythm.

The space of the room allows the sounds to echo pornographically, the added stimulation sending you over the edge far too quickly.

“Fuck, Archie!”

“What do you need, darling?”

You babble, nearly delirious. “Need you to cum, want you inside, want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck.”

The thought of the impeccably polite, innocent doctor cursing shouldn’t be attractive, but it’s that sound alone that has you clenching like a vice on his cock, half shouting as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

Your cries are what send your fiancé over the edge, a near growl escaping the older man as you feel a comforting warmth flood you.

The pair of you collect yourselves, gasping and panting in a heap on the floor, hands and eyes wandering in pure adoration.

Archie pulls out of you slowly, your weak protests cut short when he all but pulls you on top of him as he lays on the floor.

“Hell of a housewarming,” you quip, drawing mindless patterns on his chest.

He merely chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your hair.

As you wrap your arms tighter around him, you glance around the empty room, bare apart from a few boxes and a disassembled bedframe, and can’t help but smile at the mess.

You’ve finally found your happy ending.

The silence is broken several minutes later.

“So…I might have had better ideas than sex on the floor.”

“Your back?”

Archie’s pause tells you all you need to know.

You sigh, a fond smile crossing your face. “I’ll find the box with the ice pack.”

“And I’ll go track down those two troublemakers.”

#kinktober2022 #tppkinktober2022 #x reader smut #x reader #x reader fanfiction #archie hopper #once upon a time #ouat #jiminy cricket #ouat archie hopper #if you're reading this you're admitting you want to sleep with the cricket

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emma swan in every episode 4.04 the apprentice

#emma swan #emmaswanedit #the duckling brigade #ouatedit #once upon a time #ouat 4x04 #mine #mine:ouat #essp #esiep

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x11 Going Home

Word Count: 670

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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She’d had the dream again just before her alarm went off. The details were fuzzy and indistinct and she could never quite remember what happened when she woke, but it always ended the same way. She and Henry were in her car. She looked in the rear view mirror, and she saw this group of people standing there. One of the women had her hands raised, and there was green and purple smoke enveloping all of them. She didn’t know why, but Emma always felt an intense sadness at this point in the dream.

And then it was all gone–the people, the smoke, the sadness. It was just her and her kid cruising down the road on a bright sunny day.

There was probably some deep underlying meaning in it all–or so she’d think if she went in for all that dream interpretation crap.

Anyway, she had the dream pretty frequently, probably about once a month, although for a few weeks there at the beginning of the year she’d had it nearly every other night.

Emma shook her head slightly and went back to her task at hand, stirring the eggs, flipping the pancakes, thinking about her day ahead. It was Saturday so she and the kid were having their normal weekend big breakfast. After that, she needed to get to work. She was so close to catching her latest skip. If she was lucky, she’d nab him tonight and still have time to make it to her date with Walsh.

She couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing when it came to her relationship with Walsh. Oh she loved him and all, but he was just…comfortable. Somehow she felt like there should be more in a relationship, more passion, more desire, just…more, but hey. Walsh was a good guy; he got along great with her kid, and they just kind of meshed.

Better a kind of boring relationship than an exciting one where the guy left you holding the bag for his crime and you ended up going to prison for it.

She had just handed the cinnamon to Henry and sat down to dig into her breakfast when the knocking started–and her heart started pounding in time with the knocking. Sometimes in life there were moments where you get a sixth sense, where you just know something momentous is going to happen.

Brushing aside her fancy, Emma went to the door and opened it to see him. She didn’t know who this strange man dressed like a pirate was, but she knew him. It made no sense, but she was pretty sure he was one of the people in the dream she was always having.

He was spouting nonsense about her family needing her and how he knew she didn’t remember but he could make her.

And then he swooped in and kissed her, and God help her, for a split second her knees almost gave out at the rightness of it, the relief, the feelings, the joy.

But then reality set back in, and she did what she should have done the moment he took a step toward her–she kneed him in the family jewels and slammed the door in his face.

Her brow furrowed as she licked her lips, still tasting of him, and the unsettling feelings continued.

“Who was that?” Henry asked, going back to his pancakes.

It was enough to snap her out of it once and for all.

“No idea,” she said, ambling back toward the table. “Someone must have left the door open downstairs. Come on; let’s eat.”

Notes:–How could I not write my drabble on this scene? I am fairly certain I literally screamed when I watched this episode live and saw who it was on the other side of the door. This was the moment I was 100% certain that Captain Swan was endgame and it was glorious. Given that this was the mid-season finale, I considered this scene my very first Christmas present of the year.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#season 3 rewatch drabbles #cs fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #my fanfiction #3x11 going hom #emma swan #killian jones #captain swan #you can pry my headcanon that Emma had at least dreams or flashes of remembrance of her real life from my cold dead hands

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