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We Set Fire to Our Beds (1/?) 

Summary: Regina has a problem, Emma has an opposite of that problem. Both have friends that have terrible fashion sense and even worse advice.

AN: This might be a one shot. Or not. It has no Outlaw Queen or Captain Hook descriptive content but given it fits into the OUAT universe, both ships are talked about due to nature of this fic. Warning: endgame adultery. Slight d/s content may happen later. Also Maleficent looks like Kristin Bauer but has the backstory of Disney’s film Maleficent (and probably runs a dom business idk).

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It wasn’t that Regina didn’t like getting intimate with Robin. She did, really. The kisses were passionate, the hands firms, and she somehow even enjoyed the feeling of his stubble against her skin as they kissed (it reminded her of Graham, sometimes).

"But he can’t get it up," Maleficent interrupted Regina’s confusing speech, getting an annoyed sigh from the brunette. 

"No, that’s not a problem," Regina reassured her, crossing her legs and leaning back into the leather chair. Maleficent might have been out of the land with magic but she sure as hell managed to turned the second floor apartment into some leather fetish basement in no time at all.

"Darling, just get to the point. I got clients waiting practically outside my door, you’re taking up my precious time with this teenage nonsense," the blonde took a sip of her blood-red wine, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes dangerously. Regina did not ask about the mentioned clientele, whatever was going on behind Maleficent’s closed door to generate her the obviously high income was something she did not want to know about in detail.

"The point is…he is so, uhm," she tried to come up with a word that would not be ‘boring’ but trying to accomplish that only made the word more fitting, "…gentle."

"As in can’t-get-it-hard sort of gentle or…" Maleficent suggested unhelpfully again, her obsession with the topic cutting into Regina’s temper.

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Regina’s walls are not made of brick and cement like Emma’s are, there is no need to build them sturdy and impregnable around herself since hardly anyone has ever truly tried to get past them. Hers are high and made of glass, a strong, ever-lasting glass that allows her to look to the other side but never cross the line.

So when Emma comes to her office late at night, her hair reflecting the fire more beautiful than all the gold of the land Regina once knew and her emerald eyes looking straight through at Regina - at all of her, not just fragments of the abused child, the evil queen, the villain and the hero - she has no choice but stay still, waiting for the silent blonde to speak.

Emma doesn’t speak, instead she closes her eyes and leans in, Regina willingly parting her lips for the kiss that holds the promise of something much more desperately needed in the world than magic.

As Emma kisses her, the protective glass prison shatters and thousands of sharp pieces seem to stab her heart at once, the soft lips against hers soothing the pain inside instantly and replacing it with the most powerful magic of all.

Love.


we are a family.


madammayormilf:

mishka47:

Uhm, look, I can’t change what I’ve done. And this, this probably isn’t the best time but…the thing is, I think you can have happiness. With someone else. Someone that is not Robin. What I am trying to say is…that someone is me. I can make you happy, give you the happy ending you deserve.

They sat side by side against the wall, Regina having finally let Emma into the room. Emma held her breath, waiting for Regina’s response. Moments passed in silence. As Emma sat there, wondering if she should have waited, or said something different or, maybe, nothing at all, she felt Regina’s head slowly fall against her shoulder. Looking up and to the left, Emma sighed. Of course. Of course you’re asleep. Emma couldn’t help the small smile on her face as she looked at Regina Mills, the most powerful woman she knew, too tired to make it to the bedroom. Emma looked to the right at the clock. 12:51 in the morning. She breathed a silent sigh of relief that Henry was being watched by Mary Margaret and David and wondered how she was going to move from this position. As she began to move, she looked back at Regina and stopped. In sleep, Regina looked impossibly beautiful. Her hair was mussed from lying against Emma’s shoulder, and there were bags under her eyes from crying, but her body was finally relaxed. Shifting slightly, Emma very carefully moved Regina from her shoulder to her lap, letting her use her legs as a pillow. Regina murmured, but did not awaken. Emma smiled. “Sweet dreams, your majesty.”
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When Regina woke up, she felt well rested, but very sore. Opening her eyes, she tried to gain her bearings. The office. She groaned and shifted her face to rub against the pillow. Not a pillow. Shifting quickly, she turned around and saw Emma Swan, fast asleep against the wall, the wall that she had slept against… all night. With a small smile, Regina shifted to laid back down against Emma’s legs and closed her eyes. She would let Emma tell her that she loved her again when she woke up. Anything worth doing was worth doing twice.

madammayormilf:

mishka47:

Uhm, look, I can’t change what I’ve done. And this, this probably isn’t the best time but…the thing is, I think you can have happiness. With someone else. Someone that is not Robin. What I am trying to say is…that someone is me. I can make you happy, give you the happy ending you deserve.

They sat side by side against the wall, Regina having finally let Emma into the room. Emma held her breath, waiting for Regina’s response. Moments passed in silence. As Emma sat there, wondering if she should have waited, or said something different or, maybe, nothing at all, she felt Regina’s head slowly fall against her shoulder. Looking up and to the left, Emma sighed. Of course. Of course you’re asleep. Emma couldn’t help the small smile on her face as she looked at Regina Mills, the most powerful woman she knew, too tired to make it to the bedroom. Emma looked to the right at the clock. 12:51 in the morning. She breathed a silent sigh of relief that Henry was being watched by Mary Margaret and David and wondered how she was going to move from this position. As she began to move, she looked back at Regina and stopped. In sleep, Regina looked impossibly beautiful. Her hair was mussed from lying against Emma’s shoulder, and there were bags under her eyes from crying, but her body was finally relaxed. Shifting slightly, Emma very carefully moved Regina from her shoulder to her lap, letting her use her legs as a pillow. Regina murmured, but did not awaken. Emma smiled. “Sweet dreams, your majesty.”

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When Regina woke up, she felt well rested, but very sore. Opening her eyes, she tried to gain her bearings. The office. She groaned and shifted her face to rub against the pillow. Not a pillow. Shifting quickly, she turned around and saw Emma Swan, fast asleep against the wall, the wall that she had slept against… all night. With a small smile, Regina shifted to laid back down against Emma’s legs and closed her eyes. She would let Emma tell her that she loved her again when she woke up. Anything worth doing was worth doing twice.



It’s going to be okay, I promise.

still waiting for this to happen

It’s going to be okay, I promise.

still waiting for this to happen


  •  [regina gets frozen]
  • elsa:  well last time this happened we needed an act of true love
  • elsa:  should be like a family-sort-of-love maybe idk?
  • henry:  PICK ME
  • elsa:  not you though
  • elsa:  sorry i don't make the rules
  • elsa:  does regina have a best friend?
  • snow:  
  • charming:  
  • snow:  we can work on finding A friend first maybe?
  • elsa:  okay is there anyone in here who is obsessed with making regina happy, calls her like all the time, exchanges apple pies with her, visits her at her house quite often, wears her clothes and basically is a bff with her without even realizing it?
  • everyone:  
  •  [emma swan enters the scene]
  • emma:  yo guys why is there a regina ice statue in here?
  •  [regina melts back into human form]
  • elsa:  
  • snow:  
  • everyone:  
  • emma:  what?

Uhm, look, I can’t change what I’ve done. And this, this probably isn’t the best time but…the thing is, I think you can have happiness. With someone else. Someone that is not Robin. What I am trying to say is…that someone is me. I can make you happy, give you the happy ending you deserve.

Uhm, look, I can’t change what I’ve done. And this, this probably isn’t the best time but…the thing is, I think you can have happiness. With someone else. Someone that is not Robin. What I am trying to say is…that someone is me. I can make you happy, give you the happy ending you deserve.


Swan Queen and Lana Parrilla calendars for 2015! 

Since I was getting a few enquiries about 2015 Swan Queen calendar (if you remember the 2014/2013 versions, that was me!) I just want to let everyone know that it will be a thing for next year, too! 

Plus, there will be a unique, special Lana Parrilla calendar, too, which you will be able to pre-order next week so keep watching this space and the tag! ;)


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