thought it was about time i made an intro post bc it's been yonks since i posted on main (@mooimapig) and to lyk what to expect here on my writing sideblog
about me: late twenties | bi NB (yes gender is a buffet why would you not go all you can eat?) | London, UK | STEM â corporate â queer | songwriter (16 years and counting) | author (11 years and counting) | creative (since birth I guess?) | seeker of joy
Currently writing predominantly Swan Queen (OUAT) fanfic - this and older P&P works are on AO3
I also write songs, some of which are on Spotify, including a few that are writer's block busters for my fics
I do physical and digital art, as well as graphic design, photography and editing here and there too.
Asks and DMs are open to collabs / prompts / requests for all of the above
The station was crowded, the midday rush at its peak. Emma kept Regina close, a steady hand at the small of her back as she guided her through the press of people.
They descended the stairs to the platform, Emma chattering the whole way about the worst rides sheâd ever taken. Regina latched onto every word, letting Emmaâs voice cut through the noise as the station closed in around them.
It felt like barely a moment had passed before they were on the trainâRegina seated, Emma standing in front of her, still talking.
There had been a seat beside Regina, but Emma had given it up to an elderly woman with a smile. Now the woman was telling Emma about Queens in the seventies and trying to set her up with a grand-nephew.
âReally, doll. Heâs a nurse at Mount Sinai, owns his apartment.â
Regina tried to keep herself composed as Emma flushed and attempted to redirect the conversation.
âIâm sure heâs great, Lois, but IâmâŚâ Emma trailed off, at a loss for the first time all day. Her charm had caught up to her again. She shot a glance at Regina, begging for help.
Regina raised an eyebrow. A silent go on.Â
Lois seemed to interpret it differently.
âOh! Iâm so sorry,â she apologized, settling back in her seat. âI should have known.â
âShould have knownâŚ?â Emma asked, swaying slightly as the car shifted. Regina almost laughed.
Almost.
âI should have known that I was throwing my sisterâs grandson at you in front of your lady.â Lois patted Reginaâs hand.
âWeââ Emma started. She stopped, though, seeming to be lost for words again. âShe isnât myâŚâ
âWe arenât together,â Regina supplied, her throat dry. âIâm visiting for the holiday.â
âWell,â Lois said, disbelief clear in her tone. âThe way you two look at each other could have fooled anyone.â
Emma froze in front of her, one hand clinging to the grab-rail. She looked⌠caught.
But she didnât say anything else.
Lois moved on, telling them about her daughter not coming home to visit because of work related drama.
By the time their stop came, Regina was halfway invested. Emma thanked Lois for the conversation, they both smiled at her. She wished them a happy holiday.
As they exited the train car, though, Lois caught Reginaâs eyeâjust as Emmaâs hand found her waist, the waves of people moving.
She winked.Â
Regina had no time to process any part of what had happened before they were swept into the rush of commuters, stepping up into the heart of Manhattan.Â
