The Fairest

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This blog is now an ARCHIVE.

After years of writing Regina, going on Hiatus, and then coming back, I realised that I had lost the edge to write a character this angry anymore. I have not watched the series in many years and have admittedly forgotten all her quirks which makes my portrayal a bit unrealistic.

Regina will live on with other writers and in the source material, but I am happy to shut down this blog with its companion @fragilevanity.

Thank you for writing with me all these years, I am very grateful for the #memories.

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Unfinished Business

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E‌X-WIFE:

Regina Mills wasn’t a woman who was so easily brushed aside or distracted from something that she had focused on. And right now? Her focus was on those letters, ones with Regina Mills printed on them with a fine script that was undoubtedly Raveena’s handwriting. And if she hadn’t already been curious enough, if she wasn’t already burning to know what exactly those letters contained, Raveena’s easy dismissal of them only piqued her interest further.

And increased the sickening curl in her gut that told her this wasn’t a can of worms that she wanted to open right now.

❝Raveena.❞ The word came out firmer than she expected, steadier, more patient as her wife snatched the envelopes away and stashed them in her box, as far up on the shelf as she could, as though she could somehow permanently hide them away and her ex-wife would forget about them. As if that would ever happen.

❝Raveena.❞ She repeated again, the name more strained now as she reached out to grab her ex-wife’s arm, preventing her from moving through to grab a broom and ignoring the suggestion that she start a fire. This couldn’t be ignored, couldn’t be stashed away like a dirty little secret, not now that Regina had seen that there was something there and Raveena had made every effort to hide it. And now, with her drying hair crinkling and curling at the ends and her shoe-less toes pressing almost painfully into the floor with the tension in her body, she looked at her wife with imploring eyes as she searched for some sort of explanation, ❝Those letters are addressed to me. What are they?❞

The hope that had once dwindled in her eyes, something burning despite fifteen years of separation, had now all but fizzled out. She was here to do a job, to make sure Regina’s image shifted to fit that of society and keep Henry in her care--- anything else was asking for too much, and Regina was testing her limits already.  ❝ Those are mine, ❞ she answered easily, ripping her arm out of Regina’s grasp.  ❝ Stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. I’m going to get a broom, I suggest you start a fire before we have a power outage. ❞ She didn’t bother with trying to keep Regina away from the room, it would only make her curiosity grow more, and Raveena didn’t have the time to shield her foolish notions of love when there was no room for it anymore.

Heels clicking against the wooden flooring announced Raveena’s presence in the T.V room, Henry tucked neatly into one of the large armchairs that had a cup holder and place for popcorn. Raveena was big on luxury after having none of it until recently, and Henry’s large grin was telling enough as to how much he enjoyed it.  ❝ Something to eat and drink? ❞ She asked him, and he nodded slowly at her whilst still keeping his eyes glued to the flat-screen in front of him. Chuckling, Raveena made her way to the kitchen to fetch Henry a cup of juice and a bowl microwave popcorn, broom and dustpan in her hand as she waited for everything to stop feeling so fuzzy. 

Just as the popcorn finished, everything went dark. Henry’s cry of outrage at the television being stopped had Raveena return the sentiment with a groan of her own. She hoped Regina had managed to build that fire, because whilst it was still light out, however dim, it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

❝ You okay here? ❞ She asked the boy whilst she handed him his snacks. He nodded with a pout on his lips, but a kiss to the head and Henry snuggled back into the seat with excitement once he realised he could place his cup and bowl into the seat. Carrying the broom to the study, Raveena opened the door with every intention of cleaning up, but she was exhausted, and promised herself that she would get in a nap after tidying away glass Henry could get hurt on, and then burn those letters before Regina got her hands on them.

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WIFE‌:

Regina snarled at Raveena, her lips curled in pure fury and eyes flashing dangerously when her wife tried to insult her. How dare she?! Did she not know how many people were lining up, desperate to be in the Queen’s bed? How many people craved her touch? How many were oh so willing to throw away their own marriages just to get a taste of what it was like to be with the Evil Queen?

❝You are nothing more than an ungrateful, spoiled little brat.❞ She spat, her feathers ruffled and temper flared enough for her not to tip-toe around the virtual child who thought she could get her own way all the time by manipulating the situation around her. She was young and naive, and Regina had no patience for her, not today at least. All she wanted now was some well-deserved stress relief in the form of her favourite plaything who knew just how to help her unwind.

But Raveena hadn’t gone to fetch the Huntsman. Instead, she had decided to clamber right on top of the Queen.

Instinctively, and fuelled by her fury, she clasped a hand around Raveena’s throat to keep her at a distance whilst her eyes flashed with something dangerous. Her wife’s words were enough to curl hot arousal low in her belly, and for her eyes to dilate at the very idea of the filthy things she was saying, and oh how much she wished to be able to indulge every single one of Raveena’s fantasies. But what was missing from her wife’s pretty little head? The very fact that Regina was dominant, and dominant bed partners didn’t like to be told by their lessers what exactly to do in bed.

❝How dare you decide to judge or dictate what sexual activities we partake in. You are nothing more than a child, an innocent little flower who barely knew how to please herself, let alone how to please another woman, before I took you to bed. Do not question my judgement or demand things from me that you are not ready for.❞ Her fingers tightened almost without conscious thought, teeth clenched together and eyes as black as onyx as she glared at her daring wife. ❝I do what pleases me, and your pleasure comes from knowing that I am satisfied with our activities. You have always been too impatient Raveena; if I unleashed what you think you want in the bedroom on you, you would not survive it. You are a fool to think that you can suddenly jump straight into creating a firestorm when you have yet to even master a flicker of a flame.❞

Raveena’s arousal was given away by her heavy breathing. Her inhales and exhales made her chest heave, made her corset tighten around her ribs as she struggled to get a breath in around Regina’s fingers--- but perhaps, other than her heavy breathing, the dead giveaway of her arousal was the low hiss of  ❝ yesssss, ❞ that sounded more like an inappropriate moan that escaped her lips. This was what she had wanted, this was what made her pliant in Regina’s hands, what made her desire her wife beyond anything.

Shifting so that she leaned over Regina, her hands cupping her wife’s cheeks to tilt her head upwards, Raveena bent down until their noses were touching, her dark eyes that were as black as coal staring into Regina’s pools of ebony. If admitting that she liked it rough got her this, what would she get if she said more?  ❝ Here, ❞ she admitted, bringing Regina’s free hand to her breast,  ❝ this is my spot. Touch me here, take me into your mouth, and I will make sounds you have never heard before. ❞ If she knew her wife’s weak spot, then why couldn’t Regina know about hers? Besides, It wasn’t as if shifting closer to Regina and practically begging her for a good fuck was hiding any intent.

❝ Regina, I don’t need a firestorm, I need you to light a match and let me see you! I want to worship you like this--- get on my knees and lick every inch of you. I want you to squeeze a little harder and kiss me until I can’t breathe anymore. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it, I’m a big girl, your majesty. ❞ A big enough girl who could still speak in rasping breaths even though she found it hard to breathe, a big enough girl to slowly rut against her wife’s thigh because that tile of WIFE gave her the freedom to be as bad as she wanted to be. Raveena wasn't innocent, so why the hell was Regina treating her as such?

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Unfinished Business

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E‌X-WIFE:

The rain was torrential, hitting the metal roof of the car with horrible clangs and clogging up her window-screen with water faster than her wipers could cope. It was a blessed relief when they pulled over to a house and Raveena clambered out to let them in. With the rain still falling heavily from the sky, and with only a coat without a hood to protect her from the elements (hoods weren’t fashionable), Regina clambered out and unclipped Henry from his car seat, shielding him from the downpour by tucking him into her coat as she hurried up to the door.

Once inside, she was forced to take her soaked heels off and shrug her coat from her shoulders. Henry was bone dry and had immediately scarpered off to investigate the large house whilst Regina ran her fingers through her wet hair, the brief sprint in the rain enough to almost soak it completely. The house was large, larger than even Regina’s, and it was discomforting after she had spent her childhood in a house very similar. In reality, Regina preferred smaller living spaces, like the house she and Raveena had first bought together (which was so small all the furniture touched when squeezing it into the rooms), but had bought herself a mansion just as a front to build some defences and not feel so… weak.

This place was even worse than her childhood home.

She swallowed down her brief roll of discomfort and had only just managed to hang her coat up when she heard the cry from her son. Her reaction was instinctive, instantaneous, and she dashed through to the other room with Raveena and swept her son up and out of danger, checking him over for any cuts or bruises. Once satisfied that he was okay, she wandered through to a different room and sat him down in front of the television, turning it on to keep him occupied before returning to where her son had made a mess.

❝I’m sorry.❞ She apologised as she knelt down to help pick up the mess, the whole room littered with paper and glass, all because of one clumsy and inquisitive little boy. ❝I learned very quickly how to child-proof my house when he pulled a hundred-and-fifty grand vase from one of my tables and smashed it. I like to think that he was helping with decoration choices, but really he’s just clumsy and– ❞ She stopped all of a sudden, her hands freezing as she caught sight of the name sprawled along all of the papers on the floor.

Regina Mills.

Her lips parted in shock as she stared down at the letters she had already gathered, ones fresh and sealed and clearly intended for her, before her gaze lifted to look over at the picture frame that had shattered, the photo within thankfully untouched by her son’s clumsy hand. It was– it was of them and her gut twisted with something she didn’t recognise, something that made her hands tremble as dark eyes looked back down again to the letters resting under her fingertips.

❝What–what are these?❞

Raveena was so caught up in her own world that she hadn’t notice Regina come in, hadn’t even expected her to help with something so trivial when they weren’t exactly on good terms. Raveena had only her beauty and physical allure to go on when it came to Regina now, her friendship and personality shunned by the woman who claimed to love her --- and two kisses later of which both were rejected had Raveena give up any hope of a romantic or platonic relationship with her ex-wife. She was still sort of numb through it all, and the question of what those letters were, what they entailed (apologies, tales of her day, descriptions of their future, stories of her sexcapades and how it made her feel, how much she loved Regina), those were no longer important.

❝ Doesn’t matter anymore, ❞ she said sadly, placing the glass onto a sheet of newspaper she had found, the broken bits of a photoframe wrapped up too. It took nothing for her to snatch the letters from Regina’s hands, her fingers shaking as she picked up the rest and shoved them into the box, all of them that had been neatly stacked and ordered now tossed in there with the picture. It was childish of her to close the box and place it on the highest shelf she could reach, as if that should keep it away from everyone. 

❝ I’ll go get a broom. Maybe you should get a fire going. ❞ And if she didn’t still feel anything toward Regina, she might’ve burnt those letters to a crisp, but the sad fact of the matter was that this entire house was a monument to her. It was large enough for three families, for too many children and grandchildren, for parties and weddings if need be; but it lay dormant with a little girl’s room all set up but never used. 

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WIFE:

Regina expected Raveena to take the bait. It was usually so easy to placate her cute little sun - offer her a treat, pat her on the head and tell her what a good girl she was and things were usually swayed Regina’s way - but this… well… this wasn’t going Regina’s way at all. Oh no. Instead, her rebellious little light shunned physical contact and walked away from her as though she was the one that had been burned.

Oh no. Raveena was the one leaving; the one most burned right now was Regina.

❝You signed away being my student when you demanded to marry me, dear. I believe you threw some spectacular tantrums when you didn’t get your own way. What was it? Shattering my windows? Crumbling down the stone walls because I wouldn’t coddle you and bend to your every whim? It is not your magical ability or intelligence I am doubting, foolish girl, but your dedication to the title of wife. For a woman who was once so desperate to warm my bed, you are doing a spectacular job of avoiding that particular task at any chance you can, and are insisting to get as far away from me as possible so you can… what? Suckle up to your mother like a babe at breast?❞

Her voice was ice cold, any attempt at soothing Raveena over or bribing her now replaced with a cruel, icy bluntness that was more suited to the Evil Queen than the role of wife she had found herself falling into under Raveena’s care. She had opened herself up too much, become too reliant on Raveena’s presence, and the thought of her wife leaving had been enough for her to promise wonderful things in an attempt to keep her by her side.

Not anymore. If Raveena had no respect, then Regina was done tiptoeing around her, done trying to play at this idea of monogamy and happy families that so many enjoyed. She just wasn’t that person, and no matter how much she bent her personality to accommodate Raveena, it would never be enough, and any ideas of having any kind of romantic bond blew away as quickly as Raveena crossed over to the door. So much for trying.

❝Send the Huntsman in on your way out. He, at least, is adept at pleasing me.❞

Raveena was fine with everything Regina said--- it wasn’t different from the ordinary things Regina sprouted out in anger, in fact, it was what had Raveena pause as she listened; because this woman, the woman spewing insults, this was the woman she married. Although calling for the huntsman and insulting her for trying to avoid her wife’s bed was... well, it was true, and it made her angry enough to materialise in front of Regina, eyes glowing blue briefly before it returned to its natural hue.

❝ When I married you, ❞ she hissed, the tendons in her neck straining as she bent at waist level to look Regina in the eye,  ❝ I had been prepared to marry a woman who would love me, who would dote on me--- and you have managed that wonderfully, my love. But in the bedroom? ❞ And perhaps she was insulting her wife here, but something needed to be said if their relationship, which was supposed to hinge on the physical, would survive. 

❝ I want to go back to my kingdom because I am a Queen, because I have matters to attend to. I have been wife enough by taking care of your every need, and in turn I have asked for nothing but your affection, yet you take it too far. I married the Evil Queen. I married a woman who would fuck young men and women against a wall whilst their parents slept in the next room. I had envisioned a woman who would place her hand against my throat and--- ❞ she took a breath, pushing Regina further back into the chaise so she could climb atop her wife’s lap.

❝ In bed, you treat me as if I am fragile and I adore you for that. But I am not weak. I want things from you. I want... when I ask you to accompany me on frivolous things, it is because I want you to do unspeakable things to me. I want you to take me against the bark of a tree when we go on a picnic, I want you to push me down onto a bed of hay and have stableboys wonder where that sinful sound is coming from. I want you to come to this goddamned ball with me so your hand can be under my skirt as I sit amongst dignitaries who ask me why my face is flushed. And if you don’t want me to go, I want you to strip me naked and tie me down to the bed until I scream out in pleasure. ❞ And perhaps she had revealed far too much, but her chest was heaving and her wife was underneath all that concern for her fragile body; Raveena just had to bring her out. 

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Unfinished Business

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REGINA & HENRY‌:

It was amazing to see how such a put-together, well-dressed and cold-hearted bitch like Regina was so easily softened and disarmed by a little boy with round green eyes and a wide grin. Her shoulders had been stiff with irritation at Raveena’s insistence of putting Henry into her death trap but one loving look from her little boy had melted away her annoyance to the point where she merely nodded at her ex-wife’s purposeful jab of try to keep up.

Regina Mills had become something of a hard and untouchable femme fatale over the years, gaining her renown moniker of the Evil Queen in the sex industry, but that image disintegrated into nothing when around the love of her life and saviour: her baby boy.

After clipping Henry safely in his car seat, and checking all of the straps three times to ensure that everything was plugged in and secure, she slid elegantly into the drivers side and turned on the engine. She turned the media player to play some of Henry’s favourite songs as the little boy sat there and kicked his feet out happily, shaking his head to the beat of the childish tunes and playing with his little teddies as Regina pulled away to follow Raveena’s ridiculously inappropriate car.

Hopefully the other woman’s apartment would be child friendly.

It was raining. It was pouring buckets and Raveena was cursing the entire time, checking her rearview mirror to make sure the car behind her was following even at the relatively slow pace she had set.  Once she arrived at the large boom gates, Raveena breathed out a sigh of relief and clicked on the button of the remote to open them. It parted down the middle and allowed her to drive down the shoe-horse driveway, parking underneath the awning where, if the sight of the ridiculously large house was anything to go by, there should have been a valet to take the cars and park them in a garage out of sight. Unfortunately, Raveena hadn’t employed more than weekly cleaning services to keep the place spotless, and the English style house that was three storeys high placed in too large a land was missing much more than love. It was clear Raveena didn’t live here.

❝ We can’t drive in this weather! ❞ Raveena shouted over the rain, searching for the house keys in her cubby before finding the right set. She wasted no time in jogging up the three stairs to the large front door, clicking the key into place and pushing the wooden door open, ushering her guests inside.

If Regina’s mansion was large, Raveena’s could fit Regina’s house in here three times over and still have space. It was built to look cosy, homely in a way that had dark wooden flooring and stone walls broken up by tasteful art pieces and fireplaces that were still clean. Raveena shivered at the sight of it all, her fingers curling into fists at her side until she reached up to pull off her coat and hang it on a nearby coat rack.  ❝ Mummy! ❞ Raveena heard, and she tensed when Henry ran into the house, touching and feeling everything as if it were a hotel. Little did he know that Raveena had built this house when she still had hope of finding Regina, of apologising and starting a family with her--- of getting her hopes up about an adoption that didn’t come through.

❝ I’ll go see what’s in the kitchen, you can--- ❞ a crash followed by a cry had Raveena rush into the house, her heels clicking against the flooring as she pushed open the door to her study, a wooden box laying on the ground with the shattered remains of a picture frame beside it, dozens of letters spread out all with REGINA MILLS printed on the envelopes in Raveena’s scrawl.  ❝ Don’t touch it Henry, you could get hurt. ❞ Because Raveena was already hurting, and the picture she had taken from their marriage bed of the two of them the day she left was staring at her, elaborate frame brushed aside as she picked up the big glass pieces first, ignoring the pang in her chest as she thought about how all those letters had an apology in them, of how that photograph sat on her desk as of they were still married.

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WIFE

The plans were laid out before her in Raveena’s elegant scrawl, the pages of the spell books mapped out with elaborate ideas and spells that had yet to exist. Regina had berated her at the time, had told her that she was wasting her time and energy writing such nonsense when she should instead be focusing on the spells Regina was trying to teach her, but Raveena had still continued like a rebellious child not willing to listen to her elders.

Even now, with a wealth of experience and knowledge of both magical spells and potions, these ideas were almost out of reach. Even if it was possible, the sheer strength it would take to not only enact the spell, but maintain it alongside protection wards, would drain a person completely… and it wasn’t as though Regina was back to her full strength.

❝Even if it was possible, I would not want this spell to connect to my personal bedchambers.❞ She said simply, mood still sour from finding out that Raveena was going to be leaving her. How dare she? Her eyes narrowed down at the spell scrawled on the page and she pursed her lips in distaste. ❝I do enjoy my privacy and I would rather not be interrupted whilst I am with my pets.❞

The page was handed back to Raveena with a flick of her wrist, that very same hand coming up to cup the younger woman’s chin.

❝I have a better idea. How about you ignore your mother’s purposeful summoning and silly ball and stay with me instead? We could spend the days planning the untimely demise of our enemies - the insipid Snow White included, as I have agreed to meet with her to return her precious Prince Charming - and perhaps performing frivolous things that you would enjoy, such as riding or going for a picnic. Then in the evenings… ❞ Her voice dropped low, taking on a silky purr as she angled her body forwards, licking her lips as though imagining gorging herself on some delicious dessert. ❝We could further your education on pleasing me and I could show you just how many ways I can make you scream.❞

That was a grand plan, wasn’t it? There was no way that Raveena would pass that up…

Raveena had been excited. She knew Regina’s magic was not at it’s height yet, but Raveena could manage a spell like this on her own if it came down to that. She had been geared up for doing something productive with Regina, for making magic and solving a problem that would allow her to be both Regina’s wife and the Queen of her own kingdom, but instead...

The walls of the castle had been closing in on her for some time now, and Raveena hadn’t had the time required for her to recover from being at Regina’s beck and call. She needed time to rest, time to be comfortable; but all Regina wanted was for her to stay close, to keep being overly emotional with no room to express herself. But it wasn’t about Regina trying to make her jealous about so called pets, or blackmailing her into staying by enticing her with frivolous things and sex--- it was the sheer joy she had for creating something that had been cast aside with a disinterested flick of Regina’s wrist.

Turning her head away, jaw clenched as she willed herself not to cry, Raveena let the pages of her notebook flutter back into its binding, the thick hardcover clutched within her grasp. Standing from her perch, the urge to lean into Regina’s side and nestle into her gone, Raveena bit at her lower lip to stop herself from saying something stupid.

❝ You think I’m weak. ❞ And her attempts were fruitless if she still let her words whisper her thoughts.  ❝ You don’t think I’m strong enough to perform this spell, or clever enough to make it work. I bet you don’t think I’m worthy of running my own kingdom. ❞ Her eyes roved over Regina’s form angrily before she tossed her hair behind her and walked to the door, one hand on the handle as she readied herself to leave.

❝ I thought I could always count on you being my mentor. It was the one role you were spectacularly good at--- but now it seems as if the only reason you tolerate my magic is when it’s healing you. ❞ Raveena was not weak, and her magic surged up in response to it. The hurt in her eyes was different from being shunned because of a past love, of being treated like a pet--- this was a hurt that told Regina she had made a mistake as mentor. Using her status of wife as a bribe probably didn’t help either.

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Unfinished Business

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EX

Henry rambled on and on as Regina knelt on the floor to tie up his little shoelaces, her nodding head barely keeping up with the speed of which he was filling his mother in on the barely thirty minutes she had missed off his life. He was a mummy’s boy, without a doubt, and as soon as she was back within his peripheral vision he had clung to her like a magnet even as he spoke of the wonderful time he’d had with Raveena over breakfast.

It was adorable how much he had already warmed to the virtual stranger in his life. Regina had a long history with Raveena, yes, but Henry knew none of that. He wasn’t much of a people person - he usually preferred to keep to himself, even around children his age - but he had warmed to her ex-wife almost too quickly for comfort. It would make the case run smoother, most certainly, but it was difficult for Regina to see her son so enamoured with the woman who had broken her heart so many years ago. If life had gone differently, if they had made different choices, then… then Henry could have been theirs.

But he wasn’t. Because everything they were doing now as just for show. It was a fantasy that mimicked a potential reality that had slipped from their fingers many years ago.

The arrival of Raveena was met with a tight smile, but even that fell off Regina’s face when the other woman tried to suggest that they would be going in her flashy, expensive, unsafe sports car.

❝Only a terrible parent would propose allowing a child to ride in a car that is unsafe and unsuitable for them.❞ She responded simply, taking Henry’s hand in hers even as he looked over his shoulder and shot Raveena a pleading pout. But he wanted to ride in her car! It looked so cool! And like so much fun! But his mother dragged him out to be buckled into the same old boring car he was used to, Regina not willing to allow her son to ride in anything that she deemed unsafe. And Raveena’s horrible, monstrous, fast and tackily flashy car (that was honestly just a fuck you I’ve got loads of money and no family kind of car) was most certainly not safe enough for her to place the most precious thing of her life into.

❝So am I meeting you at the half way point, or at your apartment?❞

Raveena stood still, her car keys held loosely in her hand and a small, disbelieving smile on her face.  ❝ Going and coming with two cars is pointless. If you’re unsure about my driving abilities then you can get behind the wheel. I’m not here to fight Regina, I’m just trying to do what’s best for our image. ❞ And that image was one of a married couple that travelled together, that laughed and hugged--- not stand two feet apart and look as if they wanted to eat each other alive. Raveena was tired of being a punching bag for all of Regina’s insecurities, not after fifteen years when she had to start from the ground up after leaving every single asset and penny in Regina’s name. She had always been self-sacrificing, but even then Regina looked at the biggest asset they owned, their house, as another burden instead of a financial pool. 

Casting Henry a pitiful glance, Raveena sighed and shook her head, defeated in this battle at least. It was just a car, and even if the tiny voice in her head told her that giving any ground up now would lead to bigger battles in the future, Raveena didn’t have the strength to sharpen her sword now.  ❝ Just follow me. Try to keep up. ❞ The bluetooth device was placed in her ear, the car disarmed as she slid into the driver’s side, slamming the door shut. The sound of the car would draw attention to them, but they would deal with all of that later. For now, Raveena had to somehow make a clean record of all her sexual escapades, and move some of her business closer by. This was business, it was always business. 

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Evie Mills

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GIRL

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“Regina, get down to the shop, it’s important.”

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“Hook fished them all out of the harobor,” Rumple said, gesturing at the soaked teens huddled in the back of his shop, several of them wearing rather fancy clothes and colorful hair under the towels Belle was still bundling them in. “A bit of an accident, a spell during a fight went wrong apparently. You’re here because one of them is your daughter.” He announced to her. “Evie,” he raised his voice a little. 

She looked up, wet blue hair hanging around her face like a curtain. Her dress stuck to her thin frame, the blue cloth almost black from the water. 

“C’mon dearie,” Rumple motioned her over. Evie frantically fussed with her hair and clothes for a second before coming to stand before them. “Regina Mills, your daughter, Evie.”

Evie’s eyes widened and she dipped a quick curtsy, the move textbook perfect. 

“Mother,” she said quietly. 

Regina had only come because the distressed tinge of Gold’s voice had her curious enough to heed the call. There’s nothing she sees here that has anything to do with her, nothing that can’t be handled in the morning during office hours when as Mayor, she can deal with a few bratty teenagers, alongside the sheriff who can dish out community service accordingly. Although, before she can express such views, Gold is beckoning a girl over, one with brightly coloured hair and too perfect a curtsy to belong to a group of criminals.

Mother--- your daughter---

It’s a cruel joke really, and Regina’s hands fly up to her stomach as she cradles herself unconsciously. She has never been pregnant, and will never be; a potion she drank in the face of a weakness imposed upon her by her mother had taken care of that, and now, Regina stares into a face of a girl who is obviously deluded, not with only a son legally obtained through a curse and no one else even remotely connected to her otherwise.

❝ You must be mistaken, ❞ she says evenly, trying to keep herself from lashing out at the girl, ❝ I do not have a daughter.  ❞ An explanation--- a better one, is bound to show up.

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Requested by @parrillalovato

Swan Queen + ‘Am I?’ scene

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whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”

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sb: mentions shipping

me, a mutual who has never interacted: 

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     When I started this account I never thought I would even reach 50 followers, but here I am ( a little bit late ) making a 100+ follow forever. Honestly I’m surprised because I’m trash, but I’m also so happy that so many enjoy my Peter Pan. Thank you so much to every single one of you out there that have followed and given this account love. It means the world to me and even though he wont admit it; it means the world to Peter as well.      Here are some lovely people that I will follow forever ( some people I love & stalk );       @brokenxstory ( @unsteadyxsouls ) & @darlingflight & @withoutapprcval & @inacciaio & @ibclieve & @heavenlysigh & @globeofmuses & @thecursedson & @manymusesdearie & @spinningdarkone ( @madasateacup ) & @mxrana & @pueraeternuspan & @storybrookexladies & @hoodjunior & @captkillianjcnes & @atemyboyfriend & @fragilevanity & @friend-of-the-cowards-son & @wxckedwxns & @riverbeauties & @shecruel & @justmilah & @itsafairytale & @sky-deparadis & so many more that I have probably forgot …       I just want to finish this and say again thank you and *cries*

[traumasuggestion]

I’m allowed to be angry about what happened. I am allowed to be angry about what you did.

[fragilevanity]

💔 || wELL I MEAN IF UR GONNA TWIST MY ARM

FUCKED UP KISSING MEME || accepting || @thepiercingeyedpirate

#10 - A ‘Please’ Kiss

Maybe Regina is a bit manipulative --- a lot manipulative, and if she has to kiss and tell, then so be it; only this man wants more than she can tell, and what else does he need but the location of a very powerful magic than can kill the Dark One? She needs his ship, she needs him to stop being a petty fool and sail her away from Snow and Charming who will stop at nothing to defeat her.

She feels pretty defeated already, no magic running through her veins and her spell lost to Maleficent who guards it like the beast she is. ❝ Oh come now, Captain,❞ she purrs, her hand running down between the partition of his vest, her hooded eyes saying far too much without any words necessary. ❝ I need a vessel, and I’ve given you a path to your revenge, what more could you possibly want in payment to take me away?❞ And perhaps she’s laying on the innuendo a little thick, but Regina hasn’t got another day to waste by playing Dice with stinky pirates. She needs to leave, and soon.

It is, perhaps, with a little hurry that she pushes Killian back, her lips ghosting over his before she presses them firmly against the corner of his mouth, a tease as to what they might experience should he start his bloody ship up. ❝ Now be a good boy and get us off this dock, and if you’re lucky, I’ll make sure you never want to leave your quarters.❞ There should be a please there somewhere, but the Queen is better than that, above such frivolous nonsense that’s a bigger waste of time than the fruitless seduction she’s initiating here. Come high seas and freedom, and Regina won’t hesitate to throw Killian overboard before he can get his wretched hands on her--- unless he proves himself worthy that is.

[fragilevanity]

💔 ( erin shippy ?? )

FUCKED UP KISSING MEME || accepting || @herheroics

#10 - A kiss accompanying my muse injuring yours.

❝ Erin?❞ A tinge of worry accompanies the call of the name, and Regina’s concern rises with the steady beating in her hand. She hadn’t meant to hit so hard--- it was an honest mistake. ❝ Erin?❞  she tries again, reaching down to pull the woman up into a sitting position, her fingers ghosting along the rapidly darkening bruise. It was supposed to be a friendly match, but of course Erin had to go and push all of Regina’s buttons hadn’t she? Wincing in sympathy, Regina barely registers the other officers coming to her aid, all of them fussing over the woman and shoving Regina back where she stands helpless.

It’s only after a few minutes and a rumble of laughter does the crowd dissipate enough for Regina to see her again. ❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t---❞ and this isn’t them. They don’t apologise or talk about feelings, and Regina’s supposed to be the one to hit back with snark and laugh it off. Pulling her shoulders together to tense and then release, Regina touches her palm to Erin’s jaw, a smirk on her face as she leans in to place a feather light kiss to the area. ❝ Does your boo-boo feel better now?❞ she teases, pressing the frozen bag of peas onto the area she’s kissed, hoping the coldness from it will numb the area enough for Erin to forget.