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daggzandarrowsnew · 7 months

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Clearing out my drafts - this one was started from a prompt on my original Daggzandarrows Tumblr account (which I stupidly deactivated *cries in soooo many lost fics*)

“Baby Peanut’s magic”

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“If we suppress it, it will only hurt her in the long run.” Regina explained, her patience running thin because they'd talked about this for so long now and, as much as she loved Robin, he just wasn’t getting it. “She needs to learn to control it now, while she's young lest she lose control and, god forbid, kill someone.”

“She wouldn't.”

“Not on purpose, Robin,” she amended on a tired sigh. The kids were due home soon and the chance to speak so openly with him was quickly dwindling. “You know her temper. At least if she understood what it was, she'd be prepared.”

He shook his head, still pacing in front of the window as she watched from her place on the sofa. “I just…” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don't want her to turn out like-”

“Like me?” It stung, penetrated deep and flooded her veins like acid.

His pace slowed as he turned his head to look at her, a look of horror on his face, “What? No! That's not-”

“Magic is in her blood just as it is mine, Robin. Regardless of who birthed her, Mills’ blood runs through her veins. You cannot condone my magic yet condemn Zelena’s because they are one and the same.”

“Regina, I-”

“If you'll excuse me,” she interrupted briskly, swallowing thickly as tears glistened in eyes that wouldn't lift to look at him, “I need to make a start on dinner.”

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“Is Mom sick?” Henry frowned as he watched Regina walk from the room, the plate of food in her hands barely touched unlike the children's empty plates she’d stacked beneath her own.

Robin swallowed guiltily, his own food inedible with the way his stomach was knotted. She'd barely looked at him since before dinner and had immersed herself in the children when they'd bounded through the front door, full of joy and caked in dirt having spent the afternoon in the forest with Robin’s men.

He felt awful.

“I think she's just a little tired, Henry.”

“She looks sad,” Scarlett frowned worriedly with eyes still on the door through which her mother had walked, “do you think she'd like a hug, Daddy?”

He couldn't help but smile with absolute affection at his daughter’s words, nodding his head as he replied, “I think she'd love that, darling.”

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Her shoulders shook with her silent sobs as she pressed her face harder against her legs, wrapping her arms tighter around her knees and berating herself for getting so worked up over something she knew Robin hadn't meant.

He loved her, loved every single part of her - he'd spent many years now reaffirming that belief in her - and she knew that included her magic, he was just worried that it would corrupt their girl like it had done Zelena and Regina both and his fear wasn’t irrational...it was just unnecessary.

He didn’t understand how frightened Scarlett would be should she feel that first surge of power without knowledge of what it was or where it came from. There’d been many a night in which Regina had stood watching in the doorway of their daughter’s room as her dreams had been magically projected onto the ceiling, chuckling softly as her teddy bears had danced about the room in a way that had been strangely elegant.

It was beautiful, their daughter’s magic, but it could change and Regina wanted her to be prepared for that in a way that she herself hadn’t been.

There was a tug on her fingers that startled her, eyes wide as she lifted her head to blink wetly at the very person she'd been thinking of staring concernedly back at her.

“Why are you crying, Mama?”

She’d inherited magic from Regina’s side of the family but had most certainly inherited Robin’s ability to move silently when he wanted to. “Oh, I just stubbed my toe, sweetheart,” she replied and she hated lying but this was not something she was ready to discuss with their daughter yet, not until she and Robin were agreed on the best course of action. “It really stung.”

Eyes as blue as her father’s but as expressive as her own blinked back at her, a shadow of suspicion there as Scarlett looked to her bare feet and back again.

She changed the subject - or at least her daughter’s train of thought - by holding out her arms to Scarlett and asking, “Can Mama have a hug? It’ll make me feel much better.” And that was no lie.

Dimples dented chubby little cheeks as Scarlett nodded and reached arms up towards Regina, giggling wildly when she tickled at her sides as she lifted her onto the bed and placed her in the gap between legs now crossed, folding her arms tight around her daughter’s waist as small arms wrapped around her neck in turn.

Regina threaded her fingers through strawberry blonde curls and held Scarlett’s face to her neck as she cried quietly, trying to keep her shaking to a minimum. Their daughter was good in spite of her conception. Inherently good and that wasn’t only because of Robin but because of her too. She knew that even on her worst days.

They’d raised her in the right way - Zelena’s visits were still supervised even now and they’d never heard anything to be cautious of but it would remain that way lest she even dare think she could corrupt the goodness in Scarlett’s heart - but Regina knew the lure of dark magic. Knew how it could whisper in your ear and wrap around your heart.

It was a chance they weren’t willing to take where Zelena was concerned despite Regina’s own desire for a change in her sister much like her own. There was simply too much to lose.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, Mama?”

Her heart ached in her chest as she stroked her fingers through Scarlett’s hair and nodded, “Of course you can, my darling.”

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She wasn’t sure of the time nor how long she’d been asleep but when she blinked open heavy eyes, she found Robin to be sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room watching them sleep. He looked exhausted and completely guilt-stricken. It was automatic and instinctual for her to lift a hand from Scarlett’s back and hold it out to him.

Robin didn’t hesitate to cross the small distance to the bed and slip carefully beneath the covers, instantly leaning up and over their daughter to press a kiss to Regina’s lips. “I am so sorry, my love.”

Regina shushed him gently, accepting another lingering kiss from him before she lay her head back down onto the pillow and watched as he did the same after dropping a kiss into Scarlett’s sleep-mussed curls. They lay in silence for a long moment, just soaking in the tiny child in their arms and the joy she brought to all of their lives much like her brothers before her. A child not born of Regina, much like the other two, but just as embedded in her heart.

“She may be Mills by blood,” Regina began quietly, shushing him gently when he moved to apologise, to tell her he hadn’t meant that. “But she’s also a Locksley by heart and soul. She’s so good, Robin. Much of the darkness in both Zelena and myself was out there by years of neglect. We chased that with a need to be loved by people who didn’t have the capacity to and that in turn bred abuse and an acceptance that that was what we deserved…until we couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“That dark path was a choice both Zelena and I took. I was simply lucky enough to find people to pull me back from that, to make me realise that there was so much more for me to find in the light.” She pressed a kiss to Scarlett’s temple when the girl snuggled deeper into her hole without waking before continuing. “One day Zelena might realise that too - maybe she’s already leaning that way, only time will tell…but Scarlett will never have to wonder if she is loved because we show her everyday. She will never feel alone because she has a whole army of people behind her. And she will never feel scared because we are going to tell her the truth.”

“Within reason,” Robin laughed softly, and she breathed a laugh in return because yes, some things she didn’t need to know just yet. But others…

“I suspect she already knows she can do special things or at least sense it, I began to suspect at her age,” she smiled down at the angelic features so relaxed in sleep, reminded of Henry at that age and Roland too, not yet aware of how dangerous or scary the world could be. “I just don’t want her to fear what is a part of her. I don’t want her to resent her magic, not when we can prepare her for it, when I can teach her to wield it properly.”

“I know,” Robin moved forward to capture her lips in a kiss that said so much more than he could. It was full of apology, of compassion and of promise. She was not alone. He stayed close when he allowed the kiss to break, stroking a hair through Scarlett’s curls. “I don’t want her scared either. I want her to feel confident in who she is, to know she can be whoever she wants to and we’ll always be there to catch her if she falls…it’s just…”

“Scary?”

He nodded, relief colouring his features that he was finally communicating what he’d been trying to say earlier. “I have absolutely no doubt that you will keep her safe, Regina. I trust you implicitly.”

She smiled tenderly at him, eyes moving over his face for a long moment before she admitted, “It scares the hell out of me too, Robin…” and then, “but the thought of Scarlett disliking or even fearing any part of herself scares me more.”

Robin leaned in once more to press a kiss to her forehead, cupping the back of her head as he moved in closer to hold his two favourite girls as he pressed his forehead to her own and promised, “Then her lessons start tomorrow. Let’s show our daughter another of the beautiful things about herself to love.”

And with those words, another dark shadow began to fade from Regina’s bruised heart as she closed her eyes and cuddled close to her family. Her world.

#ouat #regina mills #outlaw queen #oq ff #once upon a time #oq au #robin hood #daggzandarrows #ouat ff #outlaw queen prompt

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swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters · 1 year

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"Oh, you're awake." The Queen said, a wooden spoon in her hand. "Did you know you are in urgent need of grocery shopping?"

"I-" Emma stammered, blinking in disbelief as she watched the Queen move around her kitchen as if she owned it.

"Honestly, Miss Swan." She shook her head. "No wonder you and our son get along so well. You have the same eating habits. The difference is he's a 14-year-old."

"Uh." Emma swallowed, not sure how to proceed.

She was still trying to process the scene before her, and the Queen talking incessantly wasn't helping. Her brain only worked properly after at least one cup of coffee.

"Eloquent as always." The Queen mocked affectionately. "Here, dear." The brunette handed Emma a mug of coffee.

"Thanks."

"Go sit over there and let me finish your breakfast."

#swanqueen #emma swan #regina mills #swan queen #once upon a time #jennifermorrison #lanaparrilla #morrilla #ouat #swan queen fanfic #fanfic writing #anti cs #anti oq

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believingispowerfulmagic · 1 year

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Wednesday100 - Save Robin

A drabble based on a theory I had back before the Season Five finale. Might turn it into a bigger story.

She heard them speaking in hushed voices. Regina kept her eyes closed, so that they wouldn’t stop. Something told her she needed to hear this conversation.

“We can’t tell her,” Snow hissed.

“But what if it is him?” Charming asked. “She deserves to know.”

Snow sighed as confusion filled Regina. “I don’t want to send her on some wild goose chase. It may not be Robin.”

“But it could be,” her husband argued. “And he needs to be rescued.”

Regina’s heart skipped a beat as those words sunk into her mind. Robin was alive.

And she needed to find him.

#once upon a time #wednesday100 #outlaw queen #ouat fanfiction #oq au #oq ff

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fiadorable · 1 year

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for the north woods - an oq oneshot

I found this completed outlaw queen fic in my google drive when I was cleaning it out. If anyone's still reading OQ, enjoy some missing year angst.

for the north woods 📖 She hates him, hates what he’s done for her, the stupid nobility and selflessness he flaunts as though it never occurred to him to worry for his own safety in the first place. Most of all, she thinks as she sits, hard, knees splaying out as her hands drop between them, she hates that she saw that blasted tattoo all those weeks ago. 🤝/❤️‍🔥 Outlaw Queen Missing Year (are they friends? enemies? lovers? who cares!) 🎬 Rated F for fire, B for blood (sword wound, not a papercut), and M for the missing year 📏 1514 words 🏷️ Missing Year (Once Upon a Time), Blood and Injury, i think this was a prompt at one point, can't remember who it was who prompted me, regina is an angry ball of fiery pain, robin has bad timing with his declarations of love, good god the missing year was the most amazing thing once ever gave us

🔥Read it on AO3 🔥

#oq ff #ouat fanfic #outlaw queen #fiadorable writes #the missing year is the best year #goddamn i used to be able to write #so much easier to write for an established ship #miss them a bit #regina mills #robin hood

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tbuddahh · 2 years

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She’s the woman in his ear, his guardian angel, a savior to his soul.

He’s never met her, has no idea if she’s blonde or brunette, beautiful or plain, but it doesn’t really matter because with each passing encounter, each successful mission he finds himself dreaming of this woman.

She’s faceless. A ghostly silhouette, but her voice rings clear, and he can actually feel the caress of her hand. Then she’s gone, and he wakes up with a faded glimpse of what his mind’s eye has created, a blurry haze just out of reach.

Every morning the same. Everyday he wakes from a world where he can almost touch her, a place where she’s just a breath away from tangible, and it would be miserable - facing the waking world without her - but then he doesn’t have to. Not completely.

He makes it to his office just after eight in the morning, sips at an extra hot double espresso while sinking a small speaker into his ear, and he can’t hide the smile in his voice, doesn’t even try to mask the the way his lips curve when he hears her.

“Good morning, Agent Locksley.” Her voice is one of pure velvet and honey, deep and warm in a way that makes him want to curl up and never stop listening. “I trust you slept well.”

“As always, Regina. And you?”

This is their routine, their everyday ritual before more important tasks beckon, and he cherishes the few minutes he has to actually hear her. This short span of back and forth that allows a little of Regina the woman to shine through the strict business that replaces her. She’s an excellent agent, one of the best, and he doesn’t know why she isn’t in the field. She’s never shared what he would like to know, never confided in him with any personal information beyond her name, but he keeps trying. He can’t help himself.

“Quite well. Thank you. Now-”

“Let me guess.” He interrupts. She hates when he interrupts. “You spent the evening curled up with a good book? Or perhaps you went out with friends? A boyfriend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He can hear the smirk behind her words, the grin that so quickly disappears, her manner shifting to business in an instant. “Are you ready for your mission coordinates?”

He sighs. It’s the same old dance, and he never seems to get any closer to her for all his effort, but something tells him she’s worth it, and even if she weren’t he doesn’t think it would matter. He wants to know her.

“Yes, Regina.”

“It’s Agent Mills, Locksley. Now head to the coordinates I’m sending through now.”

His watch beeps. A quick glance down and he’s swigging down his last sip of espresso before heading through the door.

“Your glasses.” She reminds, and she must get frustrated being behind the scenes, unable to see until he allows, but if she does it never shows, never sounds in her voice. Well, that’s not entirely true. Sometimes he can easily hear the frustration tainting a thinly veiled insult thrown his way, but that’s only frustration with him, irritation at the way he seems to push all her buttons, and whether or not she admits, he thinks she likes the way he challenges her.

“Of course,” he slips the frames over his eyes, nonchalantly powering on the internal camera, “wouldn’t want to head in blind.”

“Wouldn’t want to head in talking to yourself either, Locksley. Now shut up and listen to your assignment. This is strictly intel. You will enter a tiny cafe to your right off of 23rd Street. Inside you’ll find Zelena Polachek, daughter of suspected terrorist Petrov Polachek. Tail her. Due to an informant we think she might lead us to her father. Do not under any circumstances make contact. Do you understand, Locksley?”

He clears his throat once, a simple signal that works well between the two of them.

“Good. I’ve got your back.”

He bites his lip to hold back the smile that’s fighting to surface, and he settles back into silence of his own mind. Another chirp from his watch has him staring at his wrist, a grainy picture of Zelena Polachek lighting the small screen.

“That’s your target. She should be entering the cafe approximately three minutes after you arrive then-”

Robin nearly topples over when he collides with another body, and he can only roll his eyes and bite his tongue at Regina’s unamused response.

“Well done, Agent. I’m sure you’ll be very inconspicuous with a gallon of coffee staining your jacket.”

He’s just now beginning to feel the burn of the liquid soaking through his clothing and hear the mutterings of apology from a woman he seems to be bracing with both palms.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he assures, releasing the woman’s arms now that they both seem to be on steady footing, and it takes him another second of staring down at the coffee soaking into the gray of his jacket before he lifts his eyes to find a quite lovely looking redhead he recognizes.

Regina must identify the woman at the same moment, her voice stern in his ear not a second later, “Abort mission, Locksley. Abort.”

He ignores her, smiles politely at the object of his mission across from him before saying, “It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.”

She grins in response, takes a step closer, concern lilting her voice when she asks, “Are you sure you’re alright? It was quite hot.”

“More of a burnt ego than burnt skin. I’ll recover,” he pauses, observes, and he knows Regina will have him deaf for this in a few moments, but he can’t let this opportunity pass, “but at least let me buy you another.”

The redhead laughs, more of a cackle really, and it rubs him the wrong way, but she’s flirting, she’s receptive, and-

“What the hell are you doing, Locksley? Abort now!”

“I don’t see how I could let you buy me another coffee if you won’t let me replace your jacket.” Her manicured nails reach out, coast from his shoulder down to the brown marring the fabric.

“Ugh. What a sorry attempt to get you to remove your clothing. Do you hear me, Locksley? Abort this mission. You were not to make contact with the target. Abort.”

He swiftly removes his jacket, folding it over his left forearm while offering the woman his right, and he does his best not to wince at the not so beautiful voice berating in his ear while the redhead introduces herself, “I’m Zelena.”

It hadn’t been a mistake, not in the end, because after a miserably boring impromptu coffee date with Zelena he has a way in, a way to get to Petrov. She’d taken him shopping as promised afterward, but he’d refused to allow her to purchase his jacket, had instead insisted she honor him with lunch and an afternoon stroll to which she’d excitedly agreed.

He almost regrets turning off his ear piece, but how could he carry on a conversation with the self-centered redhead with Regina’s angry voice spouting in his brain the entire time. He’d left on the video and mic feed, had remained in visual contact with the agency the entire time. Even now, as he casually strolls back to his apartment, dusk just beginning to paint the sky a dark blue, he still wears the glasses, still allows Regina her view.

He twirls his keys as he walks, takes the steps up to his building leisurely, not a care in the world, but really he’s postponing the inevitable, procrastinating, because he knows as soon as he steps into the comfort of his own space he’ll have to contact the agency. He’ll have to contact her.

He stands by his decision, mentally working his argument through his mind as he turns the key and steps through the door, but the next thing he feels is a hard shove to his back, a hand gripping tightly and lurching his arm back and back until he knows from experience his shoulder is nearly ready to burst from the socket. He calculates, contemplates, catalogs each weapon he’s carrying and how long it would take to reach his gun. His attacker is small. Fast and agile it seems, but shorter than him, and strong but not overly so.

Robin chances it, thrusts his other arm back, his elbow landing squarely into the solid body behind him, and at the sound of a low grunt he turns, manages to reach down and grab his assailant’s leg flipping them to the floor. He spins, faces them while pulling his gun, but he wasn’t entirely prepared for the beautiful brunette that stares up at him, or for the contempt coloring her face. He’s not certain what he did to earn that particular level of emotion from her, that is, until she opens her mouth.

“What were you thinking, Locksley?”

He’d recognize that voice anywhere. The husky undertone, smooth and warm, and his shock is enough of a distraction for her foot to lift, a stiletto lodging itself up against his inner thigh sending a shooting pain up through his groin.

He doubles over, and she rises, shades of black moving gracefully as if she hadn’t just been lying on the floor. It reminds him of his dreams. She reminds him of his dreams. Dreams of her, a faceless and dark silhouette moving like a dance, but she’s more than he could have ever imagined. Her hair is a dark chocolate and it flows down to her shoulders, smooth and soft and he swears it looks like not a piece could ever fall out of place. He wants desperately to touch it.

And then there’s her eyes, and her face, and vivid red lips, and oh how he wishes that mouth was smiling, how he wants to see her smile, wants to hear her laugh and actually get to see the picture of it happening rather than some poor imitation his mind conjures.

“Well?” She interrupts his examination, hands settling on her hips as he meets her eyes and rises to a stand, “Answer me! What were you thinking?”

Each word is punctuated, spoken as if to an ignoramus rather than a peer, and suddenly Robin can’t help but answer her wrath with his own.

“Are you serious right now?” He asks and her brow lifts, her chin tilting down slightly. He wants to memorize every movement. “What were you thinking attacking me?”

She steps closer, and he can’t stop his eyes from shifting down and back up, watching the way she moves, the shifts and bends of her body so easily discerned beneath the tight black fabric of her dress, the deep v that gives him a hint of what’s below, and she is stunning. Truly and incontrovertibly exquisite.

She's close, so close when she whispers, “If I had "attacked" you, you wouldn't be standing." She shifts back, further away, her arms crossing her chest, "For all I’d known you could have gone rogue. You did cut my communication.”

He steps into her, leaves hardly an inch of space, and she smells like vanilla and spices with a hint of something floral but exotic. His own frustration fizzles as she glares into his eyes because he knows her whether or not she likes to admit it. He’s spent day after day with her in his brain over the last three years, and right now she’s angry, down right pissed, but there is an edge to her voice, something niggling on worry rather than indignation.

“Regina, I’m fine. I continued the video and mic feed, but I couldn’t continue audio with you shouting obscenities into my ear.”

“Obscenities? Obscenities like abort mission? Like that? What was so difficult to understand, Locksley? You could have gotten yourself killed!” She’s fiery, brown eyes flashing, eye brows furrowing, and he loves it all, loves the fact that he can finally witness the way her lips move and form around her words.

“But I didn’t.” He sighs lifting his hands to grip lightly at her shoulders. She’s shorter than he’d expected, and that’s with the heel he’d so recently felt the length of stabbing into his thigh.

She breathes deep, her chest rising and falling in something resembling relief when she states, “No, you didn’t.”

She softens under his touch in a way he hadn’t quite expected and for a moment the oddness of the situation hits him. He’s never met this woman, never laid eyes upon her face, but she’s been the one constant over the last few years, the one voice of reason through everything.

He isn’t certain how long they stay like that, but eventually she stiffens again, her back straightens and her demeanor changes. She turns away then, takes a step toward the door and for a terrifying instant he thinks she’ll leave, but she shifts back, narrows her eyes in scrutiny of him and says, “The agency sent me. They are changing your mission.”

He’d figured as much, had assumed once the agency saw the connection he’d made with Zelena they wouldn’t pass up the chance for an operative to infiltrate one of the largest suspected terrorist rings in the region, but that still doesn’t explain why Regina is here, why they sent her personally.

“And why send you?”

She scoffs, rolls her eyes before walking past him, and for an instant he wonders if he should follow her as she moves through his home like it’s her own, but then he thinks he’d follow her just about anywhere. She heads to the den, pours two lowball whiskey neats before handing him one as she settles into the chaise at the corner of the room.

“I wasn’t always a shelved agent, Locksley.” She sips, red staining the transparency of her glass. “The agency sent me as your backup.”

“Backup? I’ve never needed backup. I can handle myself on a mission.” And it’s true. He works alone. He’s always worked alone. Well, with one exception - Regina is always there in his head. She is his exception, she has always been along for every mission, so why send her here in person? Why put her in needless danger?

“Really?” She questions, brows shooting up, and he wonders if she’s always so expressive, if this is what he’s been missing out on for so long. “Like when you neglected to follow direct orders to abort mission not six hours ago?”

She has him there. He certainly broke from protocol when he took this mission into his own hands. Of course they’d want to send in a babysitter, someone to infiltrate the organization along side him, but it still doesn’t explain why they sent her.

“Why you then?” He asks, and Regina blinks, brown eyes dropping for a second before settling back to his face.

“Why not?” She shrugs, swirls her drink, and he’s hurt her. He can see it behind her carefully guarded mask.

He’s unintentionally insulted her by implying that she is a poor choice for the mission, but that’s not what he’d intended so he moves to the chaise, settling down beside her when he continues with, “We work well together. At least, I think we work well together.”

She seems to understand then, her expression a dawning realization that he doesn’t like the idea of going into this mission without her in his ear. “And we’ll still be working together. I’ll infiltrate the organization along with you rather than inside your ear.”

She smiles, and he loves it, can’t help but stare until she clears her throat and takes another sip from her glass.

He nods, swigs down a bit of his own drink to mask the concern that has no place clawing at his features, but he still can’t quite wrap his mind around this decision. “But why put you back in the field? Why not send someone else?”

She sighs, exasperation painting her cheeks a warm tint of red, and her body tenses a bit at his question. “It was my choice to leave the field.” She’s downs the last remaining liquid in her glass and places it firmly on the end table beside her before finishing with, “And it was my choice to come here.”

She stands then, meticulously smoothing out creases in her dress with perfectly manicured hands. “Now, if you’re quite finished,” she gestures toward his whiskey which he gulps down before rising himself, “let’s get down to business.”

#oqff #oq ff #outlaw queen fanfiction #outlaw queen #alternate universe #fanfiction #fanfic #ouat #ouat au #otp

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12datesofoq · 1 year

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Porting over the info from Twitter.

The 12(+) Dates of OQ will run from December 13th-24th and will feature fics, art and edits.

Participants get assigned a day to post their "date" which does not have to be seasonal

Any work posted on tumblr will get reblogged here.

This is designed to be fun and low key, if you express interest but are unable to complete your date in time that is okay just let me know as soon as you can so I can move things around.

#outlawqueen #ouat fan event #12 dates of OQ

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heddagab · 2 years

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Honestly one reason I can never talk to the Ouat fandom (generic) is because I see Golden Queen so clearly and I see exactly how it was supposed to be and how it would interconnect with so many themes AND also serve themes they already introduced into other relationships so much BETTER that I genuinely can't converse with someone who's not on that base.

Example:

GQ carried the themes of Hades & Persephone and Beauty and the Beast with a twist so well. The Disneyfied version would work with Red Beauty, 100%, the Belle version that could be promoted as a selling point while ACTUALLY being Belle's HE and having her as the protagonist (not the shitty LI who destroyed the protagonist). But GQ carried the theme so well, Regina loving her father the most just like Belle loved Maurice? But in this version, she ends up killing him and not saving him? Or Hades & Persephone being the story that Cora and Rumple initially thought they were playing out, only instead it was actually Regina and him while Cora -even if she had the name- basically refused the role because fate plays strange games and became Demeter (in a vague retelling because the actual myth and the actual gods had different implications). And then Zelena got jealous and tried to steal the story until she met actual Hades? (well, the Disneyfied version)

I can't unsee that OQ being soulmates is pure bullshit and that the one person that suits that role is Rumple. I can't unsee that Regina would actually make more sense if she was the one that urged Rumple to change, not because she was nagging him or didn't love him as he was, but because she was changing herself and he either felt he was losing her or he felt inspired by her (or both)

I can't unsee that Regina would be the one who could be really mad at him WITH GOOD REASON if he did something that threatened Henry's safety by breaking her trust one too many times (which canonicaly has happened and even then she forgave him on the spot because she actually loves him *cough*) or if she wanted to purge the bad blood they had between them as she was healing. She'd be justified. Belle was just petty.

I can't unsee how Zelena raping Rumple by deception while he was her captive is such a better narrative for everybody involved than her doing it to Robin who she just didn't care about one fucking bit. Her saying he'd choose her? Him being so adamant about always choosing Regina? Her transforming into Regina and seducing him in his haze? Please. Rumple then being in the impossible position of fathering that child when all of them know very well that Rumple's number 1 motivation is his children?

This is actually high stakes, this has actual grave impact. Not the absolute watered down BS they showed because they just didn't have the guts to not insert random love interests in the picture.

Even the archetype that Gideon portrayed would be more realistic and more impactful if it was Rumple's and Regina's child, it could spring questions of nature vs nurture for both characters and shake Regina up about her success towards her road to redemption (not her taking Hyde's potion. Like sure, the Split Queen was awsome etc etc but narratively that was as if Regina was brain damaged, I'm sorry but godamn, s5 Regina especially was losing IQ by the minute). Rumple saying that she was the best mother he knows and that he had faith in her would not only be a counterparallel of their earlier relationship but also absolutely proven true and not just subjective hearsay since we've seen Regina's journey with Henry for years. It is earned. Not a mandatory throwaway line existing solely for ship pandering.

This got long and I'm still certain that I have probably more to say but damn, it's sad, it's just absolutely sad.

#golden queen #anti oq #anti rumbelle #gq text #giffing Ouat just makes me remember all this shit

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darkpoisonouslove · 1 year

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OutlawQueen or Captain Swan?

Captain Swan because canon OQ SUCKS post-s3.

#ask #anon #ouat #basically cs had way more time to be good than oq had #even if oq missed the generally terrible writing of s6

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suseagull04 · 5 months

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Fandom Holiday Gifts

Day 1: Reread a Comfort Fic

(Note to RWRB friends: there are already a bunch of fics in the fandom I'm sure I'll reread eventually that would be contenders for this, but I'm still so new and things come out so quickly and life is so busy that that hasn't happened yet. Someday, though!)

So I didn't have time to actually reread any of it today- but I'm sure I'll read it later this month, if not early next year! Breaking In by @somewhereapart is one of my all-time favorite comfort fics! It's the longest fic I've ever read (595k and counting!). There are so many reasons why I love it, first and foremost being the slowburn (they're still not officially together, even though they kind of are at this point). The other best thing about this fic (but by no means the only other one!) is the complexity of the plot and exploration of relationships other than the main romantic relationship. Outlaw believer will forever be one of my favorite things about this fic, the exploration of what we didn't get to see on the show, even in AU form, is amazing. If you like Once Upon a Time at all, especially Outlaw Queen, this is one of the first fics I'd recommend every time!

Want to read it? You can find it here:

#fandom holiday gifts #onceuponatimefanfic #ouat fanfiction #oq ff #outlaw queen fanfic #outlawqueen #outlaw queen #robinhood #reginamills #regina mills

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behindthelabels · 1 year

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A Regina Mills drabble with a hint of sad OQ for Wednesday100

Regina tries, but it will never be enough, and she knows that. She can never make up for all the horrors she did in her past. No matter what she does, no matter how much she suffered and suffers it will still never balance out all the pain she has caused others. How can someone make up for all the lives she took and families she ruined? The evil deeds so countless she couldn't name half given the chance. She knows better than to keep score, but when the universe takes Robin from her it sure feels like someone is.

#wednesday100 #ouat #regina mills #hint of OQ #my drabbles

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wflower80 · 4 months

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Another update finally!

Robin and Regina go on a date...

#ouat fanfiction #outlaw queen #regina mills #robin hood #oq ff #outlawqueen

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daggzandarrowsnew · 7 months

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Let’s go on Dreaming

Every time I listen to the song So Close and think of the scene it is from in Enchanted, I think of Outlaw Queen during that bloody painful Frozen arc and I HAVE to write something.

So we’ll pretend that Marian was really Marian and after she gave her blessing to Regina, nothing else happened in the town of Storybrooke. There was no Zelena issue to resolve but our Regina wasn’t quick to forgive Robin for things that happened during that time.

I’ve left descriptions of clothing etc. out of it purposefully. When I’m reading a fic, I usually like to visualise some of my favourite characters looks and just go with that so when descriptions come into it, it either muddles my brain or I just ignore them 🙈 that is only me though! If you prefer descriptions, let me know and I will include them in the future.

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“I’m fine right here, sweetheart,” Regina smiled at Henry. Waving him away when he attempted to lead her to the table that Emma and her parents were sitting at. “Go have some fun.”

She had only agreed to come because Henry had refused to go without her.

If there was one thing Snow White loved, it was a victory party. She almost found herself wondering how many had been thrown over the years she’d attempted to kill the girl but decided not to take herself down that path tonight. They were in an extremely healthy place now. They’d never be the young princess and her kindhearted rescuer again, too much had happened. But they’d become something of a family once more.

She smiled over at the woman in question, shaking her head when Snow frowned at her resistance to join them.

Almost subconsciously, her eyes drifted to where Robin stood with his back to her and his eyes trained on his whiskey glass at the bar. When she looked back to Snow, she found sympathy there but no pity and for that, she was grateful.

She and Robin hadn’t spoken much since Marian had given her blessing. Regina hadn’t seen much point in it. They’d missed their time many years ago in a land far different than this one and they’d been fools to think otherwise. She’d been the biggest fool of all.

Darkness hadn’t yet touched her heart when she’d first laid eyes on him in that tavern. Sure, she’d had the first suggestions of darkness shrouding her thoughts but her heart had still been pure, much like Robin’s was. But now…she was the furthest thing she could have been to what he deserved. How she’d ever believed it could work was ridiculous. Of course he’d choose another over her. Of course he would.

It was a deep ache that threatened to steal her breath entirely every time she allowed herself to think too much into it. Tonight wasn’t about that though. Tonight was about spending time with her son and the people he loved and who loved him, even if they didn’t all love or even like her. So she took a deep breath and swallowed against the lump in her throat. She’d weathered the storm before, she would do so again with the help of Henry this time to keep her on the right path. On the only path she wanted to be on.

When a glass was placed in front of her, amber liquid swirling within, she took a deep breath, readying herself to look into shining blue eyes and refuse the offer of a drink only to release it swiftly and in no way subtly when she found Granny to be standing before her.

“Knock it back quick, girl.”

Regina frowned up at the woman before realising how she was standing right in front of her, her bulking frame hiding Regina from view of any who may be looking over. She smiled gratefully before picking up the glass and tipping the whiskey into her mouth, swallowing like she was a dying woman and this was the elixir of life. “Thank you,” she coughed lightly, placing the glass in Granny’s hand.

“Atta girl.”

And with nothing more than a comforting squeeze of her hand around Regina’s, she was moving off towards the bar once more.

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A short while later, Regina found another glass in front of her. This one easily identifiable by the smell that reached her instantly. Tequila.

“Miss Swan, I’m-“

“You may look fine, Regina,” Emma interrupted as she lowered herself into the booth opposite her, her own shot glass in her hand, “but I know I’d prefer a friend in this situation.”

Robin had since moved from his place at the bar to sit beside his (now) ex-wife and son. Their gazes had met a couple of times, holding only for one painful instant before she was looking anywhere else but at him despite the feeling of those eyes still on her.

“It’s been a hard few weeks for everyone,” she continued, her fingernails tapping at the glass in her hand now resting on the table in front of her. And Regina blinked.

Though she’d initiated the search that had helped stop Emma from relinquishing her powers - a ridiculous notion that the Charmings had somehow entertained for a terrifying moment - she’d been too wrapped up in her own issues with Robin to remind Emma that magic was in the very fabric of her being. So she nodded and lifted the shot glass in front of her, smiling when Emma mirrored her and knocked them together with a satisfying clink before they were sinking the tequila without so much as a grimace.

Emma’s eyes moved back over to her family and Regina studied her for a moment. Here was a woman who’d finally found everything she wanted - the son she’d been too afraid to keep, the parents she’d always searched for and the love she’d always craved from other partners but never found. Yet, much like Regina, she’d been unable to accept it and had tried to change herself.

Regina shook her head, knowing that she too should be accepting that she was simply enough as she was despite her past but it was so much easier to give advice rather than take it.

“If ever you should need my help with anything, Emma…” she began tentatively, lifting her eyes from the table when the blonde turned her attention back to Regina. “I may not be the most approachable, but I am always here…whenever you need.”

Emma nodded gratefully before chuckling softly to herself and eliciting a frown from Regina. “You may not have been approachable when I first got here, Madame Mayor,” she grinned, able to laugh at their initial rivalry now despite how both were nearly killed numerous times during those first couple of years, “but you’re most definitely not as scary now as you were then.”

Dark eyes flashed with a dangerous humour as a perfectly tweezed brow lifted. “You think I’ve gone soft, Miss Swan?”

“Okay, no,” Emma laughed, lifting herself from the booth. “Let’s leave the Evil Queen in her cage, shall we?”

Regina merely shrugged in response as Emma began backing off with a much easier smile than when she’d first sat down. “The night’s still young.”

“Yes,” Emma nodded, that smile softening as she cocked her head towards where Robin now sat alone, “it is.”

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She was on her way back from the bathroom, weaving slowly through those who’d chosen to get up and dance - Henry and Emma among them, she noted with a smile - when small fingers curl around her hand suddenly.

“Dance with me, R’gina!”

“Roland, use your manners,” Marian’s admonishment came instantly as Regina turned to find the two behind her.

“Dance with me please, R’gina!” he amended adorably, Regina’s heart growing two sizes as she crouched to his level with a warm smile.

“By the looks of your rosy cheeks,” she tapped at the side of his face, eliciting a shriek of laughter from him, “I’d say you’d already been dancing.”

He nodded before reasoning, “But I haven’t danced with you yet!”

“You can’t just abandon your mama,” she replied, not wanting to step on Marian’s toes with their checkered past. “Who will she dance with?”

The woman in question laughed easily, shaking her head as she explained, “You’d be doing me a favour,” she raised a hand to her forehead for Roland’s benefit as she added, “I’m all danced out, I’m afraid.”

Roland looked from his mother and back to Regina excitedly as she looked up at Marian with her eyebrows raised in question, asking if the woman really was sure. When she merely smiled wider and nodded, Regina looked back to Roland.

“Well I guess that’s settled then.”

And with that, she hefted the giggling toddler onto her hip and began turning them in circles, revelling in the same excited shrieks this kind of dancing had once pulled from her own son when she’d twirled him around the kitchen as a child.

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She was almost out of breath and quite ready to call it a night. Roland had allowed her a moment of reprieve, running to his mother to ask if she’d been watching their two, three, four different dances (which, of course, she had). She was about to turn and start making her way back towards her table when she felt it. She felt him. Standing behind her.

“May I have this dance, milady?”

Regina turned slowly on the spot, quite sure at least four pairs of eyes were on them already as she finally locked a steady gaze on the man she’d been unable to look at all night.

His smile was so earnest, so full of hope as he stood before her that she found herself automatically nodding despite the lump rising in her throat.

Robin gave her a long moment more to change her mind before he was slowly and tentatively stepping into her space with his hands held up palm outwards.

She shouldn’t, Regina knew she shouldn’t but somehow, her hands lifted of their own accord. One found its way onto his shoulder, curving over the muscle there as she felt him cup her waist, while the other laid gently atop his waiting palm.

There was a moment in which their eyes locked once more. One filled with every single word they’d never been able to say to one another, never been brave enough to voice in these last few heartachingly awful weeks. And then, without any more thought to it (because what needed to be said right now, here in this frozen moment between them) they pulled one another closer and began to move, feeling for the first time in a long time that perhaps things wouldn’t have to be so difficult anymore. Perhaps for once, things could be easy.

Just this once.

#outlaw queen #regina mills #ouat #oq ff #once upon a time #oq au #robin hood #daggzandarrows #ouat ff

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