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kmomof4 · 4 months
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Self-Promo Sunday: Clipping an Angel’s Wings
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And now it’s time for Regina and Robin’s story!!! A Swan Family Christmas will post two weeks from today, so to get everyone ready for it, I’m featuring the original four fics in the series for SPS! If you haven’t read it before, I really hope you do because I’m SO STINKIN PROUD OF THIS ONE!!!! It was TREMENDOUSLY fun to write and everyone who’s read it already really enjoyed their dynamic and the mystery, as well as the appearance of the other family members.
Summary: Hollywood star Regina Mills is being stalked. When she finally admits she needs help, her agent, Will Scarlet contacts his old friend Robin Locksley to find the stalker and keep Regina safe in the meantime. Sparks immediately fly between Regina and Robin, but falling in love was the last thing either of them planned or wanted.
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Tagging the usuals. Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.
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somewhereapart · 1 year
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Breaking In, Ch 53
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After a tumultuous two weeks, Regina's back on the therapist's couch. TW: discussions of disordered eating
Regina arrives five minutes early for her appointment with Dr. Hopper on Wednesday evening, giving her time to greet Belle with a smile and exchange small talk about their holiday weekends. Belle had spent hers at the beach; Regina claims to have spent hers “relaxing at home.” Which is absolutely true—she had been at home, and she had been very relaxed.
The receptionist doesn’t need to know that she’d also been very naked and that she’d spent more time getting busy than any sane person would think was reasonable. She’ll save that tidbit for Dr. Hopper.
Along with all the other tidbits—it seems like much longer than two weeks since the last time she sat on this couch. Things with Robin have shifted and settled, her father knows the secret she thought would blow up all of their lives (and has vowed to keep it), her mother is, for all intents and purposes, cut off for another three weeks, Sidney has gone off his rocker, and her work life is in upheaval.
If she wasn’t so determined to wrestle her eating disorder back under control as quickly as possible, she might have a hard time figuring out where to focus this week. As it is, she’s debating whether she wants to discuss some of the other things first, whether it might be beneficial to lead with something less fraught, or if she should just dig in and give the whole hour to the problem on her plate.
She’s still mulling it over when Dr. Hopper opens the door and invites her into his office, Pongo hopping up onto the sofa and settling in just as she does. She gives the dog a little pat on his head as she leans back into the sofa cushions and Dr. Hopper balances his notepad on his lap and clicks his pen to life.
(Continue on Ao3)
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gray-autumn-sky · 1 year
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The next chapter is up! Christmas is coming, a move is happening, and there are only 2 chapters left! ❤️💚
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suseagull04 · 3 months
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2023 Writing Round-Up
Huge thank you to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tag- sorry it's so late! I've also done a bunch of drabbles for the Wednesday 100 and the weekly brownstone server drabbles, but I'm only including things that are longer than 100 words. All of these works can be found on my AO3, which you can find here.
January:
The Holiday chapter 4 (OUAT)
February:
Picture Perfect chapter 7 (OUAT)
Missing You chapter 2 (OUAT)
March:
Six of Foxes chapter 7 (crossover fic- The Magicians and OUAT Six of Crows AU)
Better Than I Dreamed chapter 2 (OUAT)
April:
The Holiday chapter 5 (OUAT)
Pride and Prejudice chapter 8 (OUAT)
Missing You chapter 3 (OUAT)
Learning to Love Again chapters 1-5 (OUAT)
The Football Flip ch 1 (Ted Lasso)
May:
A Whole New World chapter 5 (OUAT)
The Football Flip chapter 2 (Ted Lasso)
June:
Stroke by Stroke chapter 3 (OUAT)
July:
Mills Girls chapter 5 (OUAT)
Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 7
August:
The Beauty Within chapter 1 (RWRB)
She's the Man chapter 1 (Ted Lasso)
27 Bowties chapter 1 (Ted Lasso)
What a Girl Wants chapter 1 (Ted Lasso)
Say Anything (Ted Lasso)
999 (Ted Lasso)
You Belong with Me (Ted Lasso)
Lost and Found (Ted Lasso)
The Beauty Within chapter 1 (RWRB)
September:
The Beauty Within ch 2 (RWRB)
Just a Little Monteverde Misadventure (RWRB)
Muñequita Linda (RWRB)
Fall From a Shooting Star (RWRB)
Royally Yours (RWRB)
October:
In Memoriam (RWRB)
The Beauty Within chapters 3-4 (RWRB)
November:
Trading Traditions (RWRB)
Fall Fun (RWRB)
Magical Mishap (RWRB)
An All Hallow's Eve Miracle (RWRB)
The Beauty Within chapters 5, 6 and 7 (RWRB)
An Impossible Choice (RWRB)
December:
A Glimmer Through the Dark (RWRB)
But Only in My Dreams (RWRB)
I know I'm really late to this, but tagging @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @daisymae-12 @zwiazdziarka @celeritas2997 @rockyroadkylers @tintagel-or-cockleshells @14carrotghoul and @myheartalivewrites just in case you guys haven't done it yet and want to!
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iamstartraveller776 · 8 months
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A/N: In jest, @averbaldumpingground challenged me to write all 20 prompts from this fake dating list. Well, joke’s on my friend, I accepted the challenge. I’m doing 500-word ficlets for each, using different fandoms/ships.
Modern Non-Magical AU.
6. “You know we’re not actually dating, so why did you propose to me in front of my family?” “I’m sorry, I panicked.” —OUAT, Outlaw Queen (ao3)
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DISASTER AVERTED
“What the hell was that?!” Regina hissed once they were far enough away from the cabin.
“I don’t know! I panicked, alright?” Robin ran a hand over his face.
This weekend was turning into an unmitigated disaster. A little voice warned him that it would be, but had he heeded it? Of course not. He was an unadulterated fool when it came to Regina Mills, especially when she’d been so earnest and vulnerable, begging a favor from him of all people.
The plan was simple enough: act as her longtime beau during a short holiday with her estranged family. Cora was the viper that Regina warned her mother would be, but it was Zelena who had gotten under his skin. Every word that fell from that abominable woman’s lips was either a passive aggressive insult against her sister or a tawdry invitation for him—the latter given in private. Her hand on his thigh during dinner had been the final straw.
He shot out of his seat and toasted Regina. One moment he was revering her best qualities and the next, he was kneeling, asking her to marry him. Her eyes rounded in horror, but she recovered quickly, accepting his proposal with a wide, fake grin. He made the debacle even worse by embracing her enthusiastically and kissing her.
Actually, that last bit hadn’t been so bad. It was rather glorious, and he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again. And again. And—
“Hello?” Regina snapped her fingers in front of his face.
Right, right. Not the point. He tore his eyes away from her full lips.
“I don’t even know how to fix the mess you just made. Have you completely lost your mind?” She threw her hands up in the air with a huff.
He laughed abruptly. Because yes. He’d gone a little mad the first moment she knocked on the door to his flat a little past nine o’clock at night and shoved a copy of the noise ordinance at him with a fetching sneer. He’d opted to finish hanging his pictures the next morning.
“My mother is planning our wedding as we speak.” Regina crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. She was absolutely breathtaking, and he was tired of pretending he didn’t notice.
He closed the short distance between them, catching the apprehension that flickered across her beautiful features.  “Let her.”
Her gaze turned flat. “Robin—”
“Tell her we want a year-long engagement,” he spoke over her.
She seemed to consider it. “Then we can call it off after a couple months.”
“No.”
She stared at him. “No?”
“No break-up.” He sucked in a breath and told her the truth. “I want to give this—us—a go.”
“You do?” There it was—that fractured vulnerability beneath her biting veneer.
He nodded. Before he could utter another word, she grabbed the lapels of his coat and planted her mouth over his.
He’d laugh if he wasn’t too busy deepening the kiss.
~FIN~
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mineqraft · 11 months
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a short fic about cellbit’s horrible, no good, very bad day with cucurucho! a little bit of a character study as well. love this guy
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wflower80 · 1 year
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Regina has been hired to be Robin’s fake girlfriend for Christmas. Both have suffered romantic tragedies in holidays past and are just trying to make it through the season. Can the magic of Christmas heal their broken hearts?
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akachan3000 · 12 days
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i dontonow if I have any mutual thhat lines transformrs but. whats a glossa.
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ariestess · 3 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Robin Hood Characters: Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Maleficent (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Established Relationship, Witness Protection, Pregnancy, Twins, Best Friends, Christmas Morning, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Season, Christmas Presents, First Christmas, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff Series: Part 13 of The Last Temptation of OQ Summary:
Christmas morning dawns far earlier than Regina expects after such a long and eventful Christmas Eve.
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yakuly · 23 days
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Yuta Guitarrista
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Avisos: +18, yuta grande gostoso, linguagem explícita, menores não interajam (e pra variar não sei oq colocar aqui, um dia eu melhoro)
N/a: isso era pra ser um fic? Era. Mas eu queria tanto postar, que acabou saindo em headcanon mesmo. Espero que gostem mesmo assim ❤️. (Talvez ele esteja um pouquinho longo, me perdoem pfvr)
Você não queria estar ali 100%...
Não que você não goste de rock, mas é que tinha planos diferentes para essa noite de sábado
Comer e assistir série no mesmo pijama que foi dormir até acabar dormindo de novo
Mas simplesmente não conseguiu fugir das suas amigas, que acabaram te levando para o show dessa banda de rock
Olhando o Instagram da banda no caminho até o local, eles não pareciam prometer muito
E o lugar praticamente vazio, também não
Mas conforme o horário foi chegando, mais pessoas chegaram principalmente mulheres eufóricas
E bastou a banda subir no palco para seu queixo cair no chão
Os membros pareciam deuses, de tão gatos e gostosos que eram
Mas um chamou mais a atenção: o guitarrista
O rapaz de cabelos pretos caindo em seu rosto, maquiagem marcante nos olhos, roupas de couro que cobriam quase nada...
Finalmente você entendeu o apelo que sua mãe usava quando falava dos crushs dela da sua época
Assim que aquele homem colocou as mãos na guitarra, seus olhos não saíram dele
Conforme a banda tocava, o guitarrista parecia que tocava não só com os dedos, mas com o corpo também
Ele de algum jeito conseguia mover a cintura também, sarrando a guitarrista vermelha
Yuta o guitarrista, quando percebeu que você babava na ponta do palco, fez questão de fazer um showzinho especial
Afinal quando um rostinho lindo e inocente desses aparece pela primeira vez, é a obrigação dele de a fazer voltar, não é?!
Sorrindo de lado, Yuta faz questão de ficar a sua frente o tempo todo
E apesar de estar boquiaberta, você parecia bem até
E yuta precisava fazer alguma coisa
E olha só que coisa...o solo dele chegou!
Ignorando o meio do palco, Yuta se agacha na sua frente, jogando o cabelo pra trás
E você finalmente consegue ver seu rosto de modo claro
E meu deus
Esse é ohomem mais lindo que você já viu
O sorriso ladino, os olhos marcados pelo lápis preto, o piercing na sobrancelha...
O ar some do seu pulmão
E você não sabe se continua o encarando, ou se olha para os dedos nele na guitarra
Seus dedos longos, com as unhas pintas de preto, alguns calos na ponta por tocar, eles suados se movendo tão ágeis...
Yuta decidiu naquele momento que queria alguma coisa com essa grande gostosa de olhos brilhantes e arregalados na sua frente
Yuta pega uma de suas paletas, no bolso da frente, e coloca na boca
Com uma sobrancelha erguida, te incitando, Yuta aproxima seus rostos e mostra que quer que você pegue a paleta de sua boca
Mas quando você estica sua mão, ele segura a mesma
Claro que você entendeu
E leva seu rosto até o dele, pegando a paleta com seus labios
E ambas as bocas se roçam
Dizer que o resto do show foi uma tortura é compreensível
Mas o melhor aconteceu quando acabou
Você nem conseguiu sair dali, quando um segurança surgiu para te chamar
Yuta te esperava sozinho em uma sala
E ele teve a melhor surpresa do mundo
Por que assim que foi chamada, você decidiu que teria a melhor noite da sua vida
O moreno mal pode falar alguma coisa, que você já pulou no pescoço dele o puxando para um beijo quente
O moreno sorri no seus lábios, mãos direto na sua cintura a colando firme contra seu corpo
E meu Deus, ele já tinha uma ereção
"Yuta" ele diz, se afastando rapidamente da sua boca, e você responde com o seu
O moreno te segura pela bunda, para a fazer subir em sua cintura
Ele te leva para o grande sofá que tinha ali
Em pouco tempo os dois estão com o suficiente de fora
Mas antes que ele possa te foder, você pede pra que ele o faça com os dedos
E ele a obede alegremente
E como você adivinhou, Yuta sabe usar seus dedos magnificamente
Não demorou muito para que você chegasse ao seu ápice, gritando seu nome
Fazendo não só o ego, mas também sua ereção ficar Impossívelmente maior
E quando ele pode finalmente estar dentro de você foi ainda melhor
Yuta jurou que você era a mulher perfeita, com as costas erguidas, criando um local perfeito para ele te segurar
A cabeça jogada pra trás, com a boquinha aberta gritando seu nome
Os cabelos e seios se movendo conforme se movimentavam
Ele sabia que assim que te soltasse teria um repertório novo dedicado somente a você
E soube também que jamais te deixaria sumir da vida dele
Poucas fodem com ele desse jeito, e somem
Então assim que ambos chegam ao seu ápice
E você se recupera do melhor sexo da sua vida
Vocês trocam de número
Mas ele não te deixa ir
Fica grudado em você pelo resto da noite
Flertando
Beijando
Agarrando
Você claramente não acostumada, fica vermelha o tempo todo
O que só o atiça ainda mais
E é claro que vocês transam de novo no banheiro
No camarim da banda
No carro
E quase no elevador da sua casa
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snowbellewells · 4 months
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Self Promo Sunday: "And All the Trimmings"
These next couple of weeks, I'm going to highlight the Thanksgiving fics I have written over the years. I've always loved the holiday, and there aren't enough fics for it (in my humble opinion) so I've tried to create a few at various times along the way. This one is some Thanksgiving fluff written during 5B as I anxiously hoped for them to return from the Underworld with their hero party still intact and a pirate in tow. Nods to CS, Snowing, and OQ in here; Thanksgiving is a whole family holiday after all! ;p  Anyway, I think that’s it, other than it obviously being canon divergent now, since things did not pan out nearly so happily upon their return from Underbrooke.  Still, enjoy – and please let me know what you think if you’re so inclined!
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**Also available on ff.net or AO3, as a part of my one shots collection "Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts**
by: @snowbellewells
“Charming?” his lovely wife’s voice rings brightly from the loft’s small kitchen right into the erstwhile Prince of the Enchanted Forest’s ears as he bustles through the door of their apartment, arms full of groceries and cheeks red from the first deep chill and frost of the year. “Is that you?”
“Yes, Snow, I’m back!” he calls, bemused smile quirking up one side of his mouth. A chuckle escapes David Nolan’s throat at how happy and excited his Princess sounds. Setting his purchases on the table until he can hang his coat back on its peg, he shakes his head with affectionate good humor and goes to meet her in the kitchen.
If he’s honest with himself, David is nearly as anxious and thrilled as Snow. After all, their entire family, with all its odd, extended members, will soon be gathered here with them for the first Thanksgiving holiday they have celebrated together. His heart swells at the very idea – even if at the same time he has to simply hope the whole thing will really manage to go off without a hitch…or any bloodshed.
“Looking for these?” he asks with happy teasing in his voice as he enters the kitchen, sets the several plastic bags from the market on the counter, and leans over the center island to plant a kiss on Snow’s upturned lips.
“Yep,” she chirps, beaming at him as they part and reaching in to begin unpacking, “I was.”
Charming moves back into the front dining area, preparing the table and making sure they have enough chairs, seeing that the candles and centerpieces Snows wants are out, and letting her get back to her cooking in the meantime. Between the homemade noodles, green beans, and the mashed potatoes and gravy his wife has simmering all at once, Charming is impressed she can keep everything going without setting anything on fire, much less have the whole apartment smelling good enough to make him drool, and he certainly doesn’t want to distract her from it. No matter how long they have been married, or what realm they find themselves in, it doesn’t take long for Snow to prove that she will never cease to surprise and amaze him.
He has just stepped back to survey his handiwork proudly when the doorbell rings. Swiftly moving forward to answer it before Snow comes running, Charming’s smile grows even wider as Henry bursts into the room, greeting him enthusiastically and launching right into a story of their hectic morning. He is followed by Roland, who is practically bouncing up and down, vibrating with rambunctious energy, his deep dimples cracking wide across his face. After their two boys come Robin and Regina, each laden with items that Charming attempts to help take off their hands.
Robin hands over the delectably scented and delicious-looking turkey, beaming proudly as he gives a nod toward the perfectly crisped and golden brown bird on the platter, which has clearly been charmed in some way by Regina to stay warm and ready to place on the table. “Caught it myself, Mate,” Robin says. “Should be a good one.”
Charming sets the turkey on the long dining table he has just finished with, then claps his friend on the shoulder and ushers him in. “I’m sure it will be. Thanks,” he answers.
Robin slings an insulated bag off his shoulder and holds it forward as well. “Regina’s apple tarts,” he explains with both a mischievous smile and a shrug of feigned innocence. The former thief knows the rest of the family’s understandable aversion to the fruit, but he also somewhat adores his beloved’s rather twisted sense of humor and refusal to shy away from her past by making a dish that highlights the difference in her now and just how far she has come. With a wink, he tacks on, “Taste tested them myself, and they’re irresistible.”
The archer moves past, on into the loft to greet Snow and to catch and corral his young son. Regina raises a sculpted brow at David as she enters after Robin, their new little girl sleeping cradled in her arms and a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Though David knows all too well that having a newborn in the home can be harrying, the formerly evil Queen looks as completely polished and put together as always – not a hair out of place. “Charming,” she greets with a wry nod, somehow managing to inject even the simplest hello with her trademark dry sarcasm. They may be on the same side now, fumbling towards being a truly non-dysfunctional family, but he somehow feels that her half-mocking way of using the name Snow gave him will never change, and perhaps – in Regina’s own way – it is meant as an endearment.
Peeking into the layers of lavender blanket bundled around Robin and Regina’s little daughter to shield her from the biting wind outside, Charming can’t help a soft grin at the sweet, perfect infant sleeping peacefully, the softest wisps of russet curls on her little head and her soft, pale pink skin. “She’s lovely, Regina,” he murmurs in quiet awe, not wanting to rouse little Mariana, and feeling a flood of affection for this woman who once hunted he and Snow, wanting both of their heads, but who also saved Snow’s life as a child, and has clawed her way back from the bottom to right her wrongs.
Before he can close the door behind her, Emma and Killian come tramping up the hall stairs, cheeks flushed and both laughing at some unknown joke between them, but greeting him heartily as they see that he is standing there watching. Emma reaches David first, falling into her dad’s arms and returning his hug exuberantly before reaching back to pull Killian in as well when he hesitates, effectively sandwiching herself between the two of them in a three-way hug. The laugh that rings from his daughter’s throat, light and open and at last free of the guilt and pain she had been saddled with for too long, is all David needs to be as grateful this Thanksgiving as at any he can remember.
“Thanks Dad,” Emma mumbles almost bashfully when she does ease back and both she and her pirate boyfriend pull away. They follow him into the house, their food contributions in hand.
“Aye, thank you for having us, Mate,” Killian adds with a dip of his chin as they all step through the door and he shuts it behind himself. He offers his love’s father a genuine smile when their gazes meet, Emma having busied herself with hanging up their jackets and removing her boots. For a moment, David is frozen in place, forcibly reminded of how Killian had looked just a few weeks before, when they had found him in the black depths of the Underworld. As long as any of them live, David fears the sight of Killian Jones which had greeted them beyond the Veil would be hauntingly branded on their souls. Chained to a dank stone wall in the furthest recesses of Hades’ domain, the shade of a pirate that they’d found was not the dashing rapscallion they knew. Though bearing his torment in stoic silence, he had been emaciated and shivering, the dark rings under his eyes clearly showing that Killian had known no sleep nor peace since he left their world. The rest of the rescue party had stood horrified as Emma fell to her knees before him, tears pouring down her face while she reached out to cup his bearded cheeks in her hands. Worse than all that though had been the blank, almost unseeing despair in blue eyes that had always been so full of life; the vacancy in their depths no longer seemed like Killian at all and had truly made their blood run cold.
To see that spark back in Jones’ smiling gaze, and the dark bruises beneath his eyes fading, reminds David forcibly just how much they do have to celebrate before he clears his throat to respond with hoarse emotion. “Of course. We’re glad to have everyone. Snow’s really trying to outdo herself.”
Without further ado, David soon finds his family gathered around the table, talking, laughing and reveling in the warmth and happiness of the occasion. There is good natured ribbing at Emma’s continued inability to cook and a playful debate over whether or not the bottoms of several of the butter horn rolls she had made were more burnt than a nice golden brown. Mariana wakes from her nap and begins to gurgle and coo at everyone she can see gathered around her. Snow gushes over the pecan pie that Emma grudgingly admits Killian had made, complete with perfectly crimped edges of crust and an ornate little ‘KJ’ carved into the crunchy sugared top. “Figures,” Charming hears his daughter grumble with teasing chagrin, “He can cook circles around me with only one hand.”
Snow is quick to assure her daughter that she will get better with practice, but Killian only smirks at Emma, looking entirely as though he wants her to either smack or kiss the grin off his face. “Well, I had to sign such artwork, Swan,” he counters playfully. “You might have tried to take credit for it otherwise.”
The whole table laughs and carries on, but is quickly more absorbed in eating than talking, just comfortable in each other’s presence and enjoying a quiet moment. David looks to the other end of the long table and catches Snow’s eye, perfectly understanding the misty look he finds there. This was all either of them had ever wanted: a family, all together, happy and safe. It is what they had sacrificed so much for their best chance at preserving. He smiles at his True Love, marveling that two other pairs of True Loves sit in this very room with them, and tucks into his own meal at last. Now that they have all found each other, this family has every blessing it could possibly need.
Tagging a few who might enjoy: @searchingwardrobes @kmomof4 @jennjenn615 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @laschatzi @jrob64 @apiratewhopines @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @xsajx @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @optomisticgirl @tiganasummertree @kazoosandfannypacks @booksteaandtoomuchtv @sotangledupinit @anmylica @stahlop @xarandomdreamx @bluewildcatfanatic @winterbaby89 @gingerchangeling @gingerpolyglot @scientificapricot
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kmomof4 · 2 years
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Coming Soon!!!  Clipping an Angel’s Wings An Outlaw Queen story in the Universe of A Family Affair
That’s right!!! It’s finally done and in the hands of my betas! I will hopefully begin posting in the next week or so, but in the meantime, I’ll be reblogging the chapters for Love Between the Pages and Dance With the Gypsy in the next few days and I thought I’d also leave you with a little sneak peek from the prologue with art made by the FABULOUS @motherkatereloyshipper​ and from ch1 with artwork by me!
Tagging the usuals. Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.
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Prologue Regina turned to David who stood leaning against the door jam, arms crossed, and jabbed her finger into his chest.
“I decide who touches me, David.”
David leaned into her space just enough to counter her and get his point across. “Just make sure he behaves himself, unless you want both his arms broken.”
“Oh, go to hell,” Regina muttered.
“Probably will,” David agreed easily, tugging on her ponytail. “I’ll be paving the way for you, little sister.”
Because she wanted to laugh, Regina opened her dressing room door and slammed it in his face. 
“There you are,” Emma remarked, setting out the makeup jars and brushes Regina would need to get ready.
“Don’t you start,” Regina grumbled, pulling off her street clothes and getting into costume. 
“Did he really let you drive his car?” Ruby asked, her eyes shining. 
A self-satisfied grin spread across Regina’s face. “Yeah, he did. It was awesome! He put the top down and everything. It’s a good thing I had my hair up. It’d be a mess otherwise.” She pulled out the ponytail and set to brushing her long raven locks before handing the brush to Ruby and starting on her makeup. She looked around the dingy, cramped room they were all squeezed into and wrinkled her nose. “I’m not always going to be in a dump like this, you know.” Her smile met her sister’s in the mirror. “My dressing room will be five times this big. It’ll be all white with a star on the door and carpet so thick you’ll sink to your ankles.”
She stood from the mirror and let Emma finish the buttons on her dress. “I’ll live in a house with acres of gardens and a big stone pool. And entire wings for my sisters for when they come visit.”
“When you visit a restaurant,” Emma continued the fantasy, “the maître d’ will recognize you and always give you the best table. Plus a bottle of champagne on the house.”
“And you’ll always be gracious to photographers and your fans,” Ruby picked it up now.
“Naturally,” Regina agreed, putting on her earrings.
“Never refusing an autograph or a selfie.”
“Never.” Regina wrapped her arms around both her sisters holding them close, like they’d been in the womb. “I love you both. So much.”
“Love you, too.”
“Love you, three.” 
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Regina took a deep breath and tried to calm her heartbeat. If Will trusted this Robin Locksley and insisted he was the best for what she needed, then she was going to have to trust him. But it galled her right down to her toes to tell her personal problems to a stranger.
And then the stranger walked in.
He was tall and solidly built with brown hair and closely trimmed scruff and mustache, and Regina felt a shiver of attraction race down her spine. He moved with a fluid grace that told her he knew how to stalk. His lips curled upward in a small smile when his blue eyes landed on hers. But what she saw in those eyes was anything but pleasant. She saw, recognized, and stiffened against derision.
“So this is the ice palace,” he said smoothly in a quite beautiful voice. “And the queen.”
He’d seen her, of course. She was one of the most sought after actresses in Hollywood. Up there on the screen, she seemed larger than life, untouchable. Her face was one to rule mens fantasies. She sat on a white leather sofa but he could see the tension in her shoulders and around her mouth. Her living room was decorated in shades of white with black accents. The complete absence of color with her as the center was incredibly alluring. He was sure she knew it.
“Regina,” Will introduced, “Robin Locksley. Robin, Regina Mills.”
“Charmed,” she murmured, lifting her hand to his. Her skin was as soft as it looked and paler against his tanned and roughened grip.
He didn’t shake her hand, but simply held it as his blue eyes met her dark chocolate gaze. They both froze for a moment, her on the sofa, him standing. Regina had been in battle with men before, and only once had she lost. She knew the gauntlet had been thrown down and she accepted the challenge with a raised eyebrow.
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Thank you all for your patience as I’ve been working on this! I’d love to hear your thoughts!!! 
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somewhereapart · 3 months
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you for tagging me @revolutionsoftheheart! 💋
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
230
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,851,307
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently: SVU (EO), MCU/Marvel (Steggy), Once Upon a Time (OQ) (shut up, i'm calling it current bc I intend to continue, I've just been taking a little break....)
Over the course of my fandom life: Battlestar Galactica (Lee/Kara), Private Practice (Charlotte/Cooper), CSI:Miami (Calleigh/Eric), and if you count all the writing I did in notebooks during my teenage years Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: The Series (Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Darla).
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Couches (SVU)
Breaking In (Once Upon a Time) (** This one would absolutely have the top spot if the OQ fandom had made the shift to Ao3 sooner. Baker's Dozen would probably be in the top 5 as well, so... honorable mention. lol)
Lip Service (SVU)
Convalescence (SVU)
Mistakes Were Made (SVU)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I used to respond to every single comment, years and years ago. Now I am terrible at responding to comments, for a number of reasons. 1) I just don't have the spoons I used to have, and oftentimes I will start out replying to all the comments and then the day will pass and the next day I maybe don't have the time/energy for it, and then I worry people will think I'm intentionally ignoring their comments, which I am very much not, so I kind of adopted an "if I can't get to everybody, I just shouldn't do anybody" mentality which is probably not the greatest and I am trying to work on... 2) I tend to keep the tab open for my latest fic/update for a day or two to see what comments roll in but then after that, I close the tab and I forget the inbox on Ao3 actually exists so I'm reliant on my email alerts to know when there's a new comment, and I don't check that email every day so sometimes it's dayssss after someone leaves a comment on a not-quite-brand-new work before I see it. And then I feel like I've accidentally left it too late? 3) I feel like I should have more to say than just replying to everyone with "Thanks!", or I feel bad when I have more to say to some reviews than that (because they ask a question, are more specific about something, etc.) but then reply to some of the others with only "Thanks!" Like I feel like the people who just get "thanks!" are gonna feel like I don't value their reviews as much as the people who get a longer response, and then they'll feel bad or like they wasted their effort reviewing and then I'll feel bad bc that is very much not the case. (See above re: "if I can't do it for everyone, I'll just do it for no one.") This is the (one and only) downside to me of the Ao3 comment reply format vs. FFNet review replies -- I LOVE that the Ao3 comments format lends itself better to conversation, but the FFnet review replies went to people's DMs so nobody knew if they got a "Thanks!" on this one and someone else got a paragraph. 4) I feel like it pads the Comment count? Like it looks like the work got double the response that it did, it feels a little like I'm cheating? So in summary, I have Comment reply anxiety, clearly lol. But I love receiving everyone's comments, and I hoard each and every one like a dragon with their treasure, and I appreciate everyone who takes the time to leave one. Maybe in 2024 I should make it a goal to reply to all of them idk...
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Mmmmm.... Hexes, maybe? I was scrolling down the OUAT fic memory lane last night and hit OQ Angst Week, that had some doozies. Maybe Sing A Song of Forgetting, that one was rough.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Baker's Dozen, probably. (Which, fun fact -- I put the OG version back up on Ao3 a few years back "temporarily" and then forgot to take it down, so if you have that and the published book version, now you can compare, I guess 😂)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not much these days, but I have a few times in the past. The one I got the most hate on is actually not on Ao3 because when I moved over my Private Practice fics from FFnet, I didn't move anything incomplete that I wasn't expecting to finish. But it was a Charlotte King fic that dealt with her fiance coming back into her life (before we actually met him on the show) while she and Cooper were broken up, and I was very clear that it was a Charlotte fic not so much a CharCoop fic, but oooooh people were mad that there was a love triangle going on and it was unclear who she was gonna end up with. LIVID. FURIOUS. That's the fic that made me turn off anon reviews for the first time bc I had someone who would just troll me with hate reviews and blow up my DMs. It was a time....
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Indeed, and pretty much... whatever's clever. lol I need more specifics on the last question.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Not really, no.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes! Someone swiped a chunk of one of my EO fics and reused it like word for word (with the names changed, obvs) in their Jopper fic this summer! And someone linked me to it and I blew up their Comments section on the chapter and they deleted their entire internet presence, it was wild.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, because every time someone asks me for permission to translate one, I say no, bc I am very protective of my work. lol I don't like not being able to vet the translation and know that it comes across the way I want it to. I've talked in the past about having a friend of mine do a Spanish translation of Baker's Dozen, but she literally does translation for a living and she's so familiar with my writing and my writing process (and I'm so familiar with hers) that I can trust the end result would be what I'd want it to be. Also, in my experience, folks who want to translate my work also want to repost it somewhere themselves, and I haaaaaaate that. I'm a control freak about my work, I want it to be where I want it and have control over the managing of it at all times. (I get annoyed when people repost my work to other fic archives/collections, or have it bound in print for themselves, etc. I don't like that. What if I want to go back and change something? Just leave it where I posted it and link back to there, please and thank you!)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, but never to completion.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship? It's like choosing between children, I can't.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
If Every Road Led Back Home (the aforementioned Charlotte King fic). Everything else, I am still convinced I'll finish it someday. lol (But if we were gonna be less optimistic than that, What Happens in Vegas, and L'ébauche probably)
16. What are your writing strengths?
Porn with feelings. lol Sex scenes with what I call "heightened realism" -- it's probably consistently better sex than real-world sex, but never so much that it seems implausible or too exaggerated, and I like to include little mishaps, or imperfections, or the real things that often get skipped over (hey condoms, hey lube, hey peeing after sex) because when you've been writing sexy fanfic for two decades, quite frankly it's boring when it's perfect and shiny every time. I have a Steggy fic planned for sometime this year that is basically "their sex life has one consistent and inconvenient obstacle and here's all the ways that works out (and sometimes doesn't work out) for them." I haven't flexed my angst muscles in a while, but I used to absolutely love writing stuff that wrecked people until they were yelling at me in the comments. I miss doing that.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Rampant abuse of grammar (I know I'm doing it, I just don't care), overuse of the word "just", and too many parentheticals. Also knowing when to stop. I will use 18 words when 3 would do, and I can very easily write myself into the weeds instead of staying on target and writing every scene with intent toward a goal. (Hi, Breaking In.) Also, finishing things. (Hello again, Breaking In, and every other unfinished WIP both on Ao3/FFnet and in my Google Docs graveyard.)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
If it fits the fic, absolutely, but only a language I can find a native speaker to check and correct for me before I post it. I don't wanna be the one out here with the wonky Google Translate French that makes people who can actually read the language cringe.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Technically, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The first fanfic I ever published on the internet was a Spuffy fic that is now lost to the ages because it was on some fic archive that no longer exists, but I did a lot of pen-and-paper BtVS fanfic writing in middle and high school.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
I'm gonna go with Breaking In, because it's my baby. My Beast. The big guy. My Everest. And also Baker's Dozen because it's Baker's Dozen.
tagging in a no-pressure way (and sorry for any double tags): @goodthingscomeinthrees @behindthelabels @rahleeyah @roboticonography @doctorhelena @lyricalviolet @audreysl0ve @ninzied @somuchwhatever and anyone else who wants to do it!
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butvega · 9 months
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vega oq você acha sobre escritores/ escritoras menores de idade? você vê problema ou n liga?eu acho meio errado menor de idade estar consumindo conteúdo adulto, a n ser que seja quase de maior tipo uns 17 anos sla.. mas mesmo assim ainda é ruim né
cara, eu particularmente acho errado
eu fui introduzida a esse mundo de fanfics bem novinha, daí vou contar uma história pessoal: quando eu tinha 16 anos, eu fiz uma fanfic com um jogador de futebol X, que é casado, e traía a esposa com uma menina de adivinha só? 16 anos. naquela época eu não via problema algum, porque eu queria inventar algo perto da minha "realidade", uma personagem que eu conseguisse me conectar. só que hoje em dia eu já até exclui a fic, porque caralho, um marmanjo de 30 anos, casado, com uma adolescente???
eu não consigo mais ler smut que a personagem tenha menos de 18 anos, porque hoje, eu adulta, enxergo a ceci de 16 anos com muito mais carinho, e se eu pudesse teria me preservado mais de certos tipos de leitura/escrita
agora já tô velha, é só dedo no cu e gritaria, mas não me sinto a vontade sabendo q tem menores lendo o que escrevo
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suseagull04 · 3 months
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2023 Fic Wrapped
Thanks for tagging me, @read-and-write-!
Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. There are no rules!
Words
Posted on Ao3: 258,909
Written total: 270,278
10 published fandoms: Red, White and Royal Blue, OUAT, Shadow and Bone (the show), Six of Crows, ACOTAR, Captain America, Crescent City, MCU, Ted Lasso, The Magicians (most of which are just oneshots, the last is a crossover fic)
Coming soon (all the things I've been working on for the holidays):
An AU where Alex is Santa's son (this one's coming out on my birthday, next Friday, for the Advent calendar hosted by @rwrbprompts!)
A tiny oneshot about Alex and Henry's first Christmas in the brownstone
A fic where Alex and Henry adopt a little girl and they celebrate their first Christmas together
A New Year's Eve masquerade
Coming not so soon (ideas I'm going to start as soon as the high school AU is finished that don't have word counts yet)
Divergent AU
Kensington AU oneshot
After Zahra finds out oneshot
Scrabble tiles oneshot
Karaoke night oneshot
Total stats:
Kudos: 3,348
Comment threads: 568
Bookmarks: 326
Hits: 81,321 (this number blows me away!)
Fic Hall of Fame (top 3 by kudos)
Every single one of these is RWRB, and I just wanted to take a second to say that this is incredible to me- thank you, RWRB fandom, for making me feel so loved!
Royally Yours
Muñequita Linda
In Memoriam
I know it's a bit early for end of the year things (it's not even my birthday yet!), but it's never too early to celebrate accomplishments, so no pressure tags for @firenati0n @14carrotghoul @inexplicablymine @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @happiness-of-the-pursuit @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @kiwiana-writes @daisymae-12 @myheartalivewrites @zwiazdziarka @rockyroadkylers and @everwitch-magiks if you have anything you want people to celebrate with you!
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sunriize · 7 months
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Oq eu faço quando TODAS as ideias que vocês enviaram para o fic time da sunny são tão boas a ponto de serem perfeitas demais para apenas um textinho curto...
Vocês me matariam se eu fizesse imagines a partir das ideias de fic time da sunny?
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