Regina Mills

A girl forced to grow up before her time, who knew only darkness until she was completely consumed by it. She became the Evil Queen, and cast the curse to end all curses in a desperate attempt to find her happy ending. In the new world, the world without the corrupting force of magic, she found her light in a child, named Henry. For 28 years, she thought that she had finally found her happy ending. On the saviour's twenty-eight birthday, she found she was wrong. Her name is Regina. This is her story. sc_online_t(749260,"have met with the queen","b8b8b8"); Tumblr Users Online Counter

[reginamxmalam]

"No way, get your own."

Regina rolled her eyes, putting her hand on her hip as an eyebrow arched. “Miss Swan,” She began lowly, moving to stand behind the other woman, “You are behaving like a child.” 

[reginamxmalam]

“I gathered that from your attitude.” Regina huffed, walking over to the couch and offering Emma the seat beside her. “Would you care to elaborate?”

[swanlessendings]

After a long moment, Emma pushes some of her pride to the side and finds herself slumping on the couch next to the brunette, hands covering her face, mumbling something into her palms before she pulls away. “It’s stupid.” She says a little louder. “It was just…one of those days, you know? I’ve been a monumental screw-up all day.” A shake of the head, “Me coming home obviously hasn’t made it better.” She should’ve just stayed at the station. She should’ve locked herself up or slept in the bug or just kept her mouth shut. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

[reginamxmalam]

With a sigh, Regina put a hand on Emma’s back and began to rub soft circles to calm the other woman. “We can’t help if you’re determined to hide your problems.” A half smile as she added, “As loathe as I am to admit it, you taught me that.” Regina kissed her cheek, forcing herself to be patient. “Now, tell me what happened to make you think that you’re a- monumental screw up.”

[swanlessendings]

A Modern Haunting || Closed

[swanlessendings]

“I’ve never blamed you for it. Not once.” That’s nothing she will concede. She’s never blamed Regina for it. Not for a single pound of a heart she no longer feels—a single breath she can’t feel. “Coming to…terms with it doesn’t mean I’d—” She’s suddenly in front of Regina, “I’ll never be sorry I saved you.” She repeats, like she’s repeated so many times. “And it wasn’t your fault. I was angry, when I woke up. I was angry for so long. And alone.” She admits, because she never has, “But never because I saved you.”

She was angry because she saved a living shell. She was angry because there was nothing she could do—nothing she could fix. She was angry because she was doomed for eternity to be alone and in pain when she’d finally done something good.

Needless to say, she’s surprised when Regina relents, wishing she could reach out and gently untangle her arms, voice gentle. Soft. “This.” It’s a simple statement; generic but accurate. “You keep trying to shut me out. You don’t talk to anyone and you still don’t talk to me. I want to know…” Her hand hovers a little over Regina’s heart, drawn to it, an empty yearning in her chest she’ll never be able to describe. “I want you to talk to me.”

[reginamxmalam]

“Why can’t, for once, you admit that you shouldn’t have done it?!” Regina snapped, “Why can’t, for once, you realise that you matter and losing you was unthinkable? Henry needed you and instead you decided to atone for my mistakes. You were angry? Did it not turn out like you thought, with everyone being happy and safe and hugging over your grave?” She spat, fury rising with each accusation. 

Fists clenched at her side, “Is that what you want me to talk about? Or perhaps you’re more interested in the fact that everything I love dies and you have as good as doomed Henry by leaving him with me.” She wrapped her arms around herself, walking through Emma to her door. “I am not grateful for what you did. You did not save my life, Emma. You left.” Regina opened the door to her room, leaning for a moment, “There. We talked.”

[reginamxmalam]

"Some people got it and make ya pay. Some people can't even give it away. Well this people's got it and this people's spreadin' it around. You either have it or you've had it!"

Carefully, the brunette approached the apparently distressed blonde woman. “Emma.” She began, reaching out and putting a hand on her arm. “Why don’t you come with me and then you can explain yourself.”

[swanlessendings]

Emma’s hand tenses underneath Regina’s fingers, eyes closing for a long moment because she’s still getting used to the quiet tone of voice that can lace the brunette’s voice, sometimes. How she can sound so sincere and concerned, sometimes, and after a long sixty seconds, relaxes. “No, it’s alright.” She denies. Opens her mouth—hesitates—and picks up the wine, “I…don’t know how I’d start. It’s fine, I’ll get over it. Sure the wine will help.” The joke falls a little flat but she squeezes Regina’s hand in thanks, not moving it away.

[reginamxmalam]

Regina reached up and cupped Emma’s cheek, “It’s not alright,” Countering the lie, somewhat surprised that someone so adept at spotting the mistruths in others would be so blind to her own. “And you don’t have to get over it on your own.” She thought for a moment, “Would pizza and a movie make it better? Perhaps a bearclaw?”

[reginamxmalam]

"Don't ask."

“I have a right to know why it is you feel the need to throw me in prison, Miss Swan. There are such things as rights and ‘innocent until proven guilty’ in this world.”

[swanlessendings]

One of the few foggy thoughts that makes it through Emma’s over-worked, drugged brain is that no one says trollop, anymore. “Do you think I think you’re a trollop? You could be safe if you’d just—” The t turns into a hiss when she’s forced back down to the bed, the immediate action causing just as much pain as sitting up did and Emma wonders why she bothered getting up, the pain curbing her tone. “The only thing I’ve ever accused you of is being a pain in my ass.” And murder, once, but that’s obviously not part of the discussion. “I’m not dying. I’d be fine if you’d stop shoving me everywhere trying to get me to heal.” The pain eases and she lets out a slow breath, voice a little gentler, meeting Regina’s eyes, something quieter in her eyes. “I’m not asking you to forget about any of it. You don’t have to pretend about anything. But I’m right here and maybe…” Her brows barely knit, “Maybe if you just come up here and we both lay down, I could help. You can still be mad and sleep.”

There’s a long pause and it must be the medication that makes Emma admit.

“I know I’d sleep better if you were here.”

[reginamxmalam]

Regina’s glare lasted until the silence became uncomfortable. “You are not forgiven.” She broke the silence at her leisure, slowly shrugging out of her jacket. “I had the last person who did what you just did killed. Your mother will remember that morning well.” She draped her jacket over the back of the chair she was sitting on and then moved on to take off her shoes. “However, we share a son who would be devastated to lose you. And no matter how much I may want to in the moment, I cannot find it in myself to stop loving you.” She placed her shoes neatly by the hospital bed and sat next to Emma on the mattress. “And it is highly unlikely that I am going to be able to get any sort of rest without you,” Regina sighed, pressing her lips together as she thrust down the memories of the King that were threatening to resurface after spending so long buried in her subconscious. 

“Go to sleep, Emma.”

[swanlessendings]

A Heart Full of Love || Regina and Emma

[swanlessendings]

“Alright.” Emma smiles, leaning back in the chair. A couple hours of driving. She could do that. She’s pretty used to that. Idly, she wonders if Regina plans on drinking—driving back—or if she got a hotel. A flicker, oddly, of amusement warms her chest, shaking her head. “If you say so.” She smiles, twisting in the chair, not dropping their hands, in order to search Regina’s face. “So we’ve got a few hours to fill, then. So, uh…” Her eyes flick down to Regina’s knuckles, turning her palm to stare at her fingers, never having had the opportunity before. Trying, because if they’re gonna do the first date thing, she might as well, “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”

[reginamxmalam]

It was hard, with all of the nervous energy bubbling in her chest, to focus on the road. Especially with Emma in the passenger seat looking both stunning and happy; and concentrating was not nearly as hard as keeping her heart from leaping out of her chest with the knowledge that she was currently the cause of that happiness. “You’re going to have to be more specific about what you want to know,” A dry laugh, “Besides, knowing you, I’m not sure how much is left.”

[swanlessendings]

Emma groans in response, thoughtlessly shifting a little closer. It’s more of a natural feeling than it should be—warm and safe and comforting—her heart leaping in her chest before she—

Remembers.

Regina—Gina—is kissing her jaw. The night before. The talk. The—

Oh, fuck did she—why did she—she couldn’t have—

“Not that great.” Emma groans, her body suddenly tense, face turning to bury into the pillow, headache splitting and stomach rolling and the world pressing down on her shoulders. “No thanks.”

[reginamxmalam]

Carefully, so as not to further annoy the other woman, Regina swung herself up to rest on Emma’s hips. Gently, she began to massage the other woman’s shoulders to try and give her some relief from whatever it was that was bothering her.

“You’ve decided you don’t want me, haven’t you?” It was an easy assumption from a girl who had always been her mother’s burden and shame. Who had learned to bite back from constantly being told that she would never be good enough, would always find a way to fail. “That’s okay.”

Maybe it could be, but not right now and not with Emma so close. “I’m going to find my- the older me. It’s past time we actually talked anyway.” A soft kiss to Emma’s shoulder- one that, in hindsight, the other woman probably did not want, and Regina stood to go to her tree, since her horse was not in this strange place.

[swanlessendings]

"Take care of Henry- Emma. Please."

"Not. Without. You."

"You can help take care of him yourself."

[swanlessendings]

“Yep.” Emma readily agrees, because there’s no doubt about it. She’s definitely an idiot. But her hand still squeezes Regina’s, “He needs you…too.” She barely shakes her head, thoughtlessly shifting a little closer. Whether it’s protective or to assure herself Regina’s still ticking, she’s not really sure, “But sometimes…he’s out of luck…with both of us as parents.” She notes. “It’s like we’ve got a…giant cloud of…evil things trying to kill us,” She laughs a little, breathless, one eye squinting to look at Regina’s face, “Following us around. Maybe we’ll be alright if we…both stick together.” It’s stressed with an exhausted look.

[reginamxmalam]

Regina ignored the look, “I would rather... die and leave you behind to raise him... than leave him to... your parents.” Her head fell to Emma’s shoulder, too drained to stop the words from flowing freely, “rather die alone... than drag you down with me.” Opening one eyes, “Did you bother... to let anyone know where we were.. or did you just run... back down here?”

[reginamxmalam]

"Honey, honey listen to me. What do you do when you blow out a tire? Trash it! Some holes you'll never patch. And who do you save when your house is on fire? Don't bring the guy who lit the match. --we'll get a three bedroom house with a white picket fence. And a gun. And a lawyer."

The shaking laugh spilled from her lips before she could think to hold it back. Never in her life had the former queen imagined that the daughter of her enemies would care enough to comfort her after yet another heartbreak. “I wish we could.” She said after a moment, her head resting on Emma’s shoulder. 

[swanlessendings]

There’s that ever-confident arrogance that Emma always expects, Regina a little more like her old self. “Yeah, yeah. So lucky for me you’re the one doing it.” Emma smiles, “Do the complicated poofing thing.”

[reginamxmalam]

Regina scoffed, “This, dear, is hardly a simple poof.” In one motion she took Emma’s hand and threaded their fingers, waving the other and concentrating on her foyer. A moment later, the only proof that they had been standing there were purple whisps of smoke vanishing on the wind.

[swanlessendings]

How 'Bout a Dance? || Closed

[swanlessendings]

Her eyes don’t move from the girl for a second—save for flicking around her own surroundings, that is—and she winces at the sight of her. Sloppy form and guilty face. She’s probably never stolen anything in her life and Emma lets out a quiet curse when she sees the man coming way before the stranger does. It’s an inevitability, really. The brunette’s on her ass, the medication’s rolling across the floor, the shop owner is looking up and—shit.

And Emma hates the fact that she’s a good person. She really does.

A second before the manager can look up, Emma’s shoving over a nearby small display stand, catching the manager’s attention, moving forward to kick the pain medication out the still-open door and shove the man who ran into the girl. “Hey, buddy! Watch where you’re going, my sister’s pregnant! You want to mess with her baby?” Memorable enough to cause guilt, but forgettable enough to forget her, bending over to help the girl up, “Hey, Cass, you alright? Your stomach okay? Come on, let’s get out of the way of this asshole,” She shoves the confounded man’s bumbling shoulder before guiding the poor lifter out of the shop, bending over to pick up the pain killers as she tugs her into a nearby corner. 

“Here. And do yourself a favor and stick to a night shift, or something, ‘cause you’re real bad at stealing.” A pause, “You alright?”

[reginamxmalam]

She was falling in slow motion, the rattling thud of the pain medication hitting the ground echoing loudly in her ears. This was it. They would find her and she would be returned to her mother, and then it would be all over. She would not get the chance to run again, she wouldn’t have the energy or the physical ability. Regina closed her eyes as she lay back, stunned and desperately trying to come up with some sort of plan, some excuse. 

And then the girl from earlier acted and Regina swore that this girl had to be her saviour. With the presence of mind to put her hands on her stomach, Regina gave a feeble nod, following the girl out of the store and to safety. “Thank you,” Shaking hands took the bottle back, tucking it safely into her pocket. Regina wanted to say no, that she was alone and terrified and so very out of her depth, but this girl had already done too much for her. 

“I’m okay.”

[anotherbanneryearx]

"I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would have seen that coming."

"Are you sure you’re not calling me an idiot? You do it fairly often…"

[reginamxmalam]

“And shouldn’t I?” Regina raised an eyebrow, smirking.

[anotherbanneryearx]

“Because you love me too much and I keep you warm at night?”

[reginamxmalam]

“My love for you has nothing to do with it and an extra blanket would do the same.” Regina’s smirk widened as she teased Emma, “Try again.”

[reginamxmalam]

"I don't know what to do about this girl, Sally she clearly hates me because I'm pregnant with Lucien and I've tried everything I could to get along with her,"

"Unless this ‘Sally’ is vital to your future happiness, then I would not waste my time worrying about her opinion." Regina informed her, leaning slightly forward on her desk. "If she is, send her to me and I will be more than happy to have a talk with her."

[notworthlxss-deactivated2015082]

Why was everyone acting like she had done something wrong? That all this was her fault? When Regina went to the window Abigail clutched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Now she was angry Regina dared compared Lucian to that bastard? No! “He is nothing like that bastard! And I don’t need to be coddled! I asked you for advice and I said I appreciated it-” she stopped her self and inhaled to be a little more calm she knew that anger and stress wasn’t good for the baby “Your right excuse me for letting my emotions get in the way. If you ever compare Lucian to that son of a bitch again we’re done!” she snapped and grabbed her keys and purse and went out the door to leave

[reginamxmalam]

“If that’s the way you feel, perhaps we should just get it over with.” Regina snarled, “I was under the impression that our years together meant more.” She waved her hand and sent Abigail to her fiance in a plume of purple smoke. If the girl was more interested in the bastard and putting herself through that, then Regina would not stand in her way, nor would she stand by and watch.

[my-deer-hart]

@reginamxmalam

[my-deer-hart]

Saphire slid out of the carriage and followed Regina into the castle, staying a few paces behind. When they approached Regina’s chambers, Saphire noticed the change in her voice and posture. She leaned against the door frame and watched the other woman as she spoke to no one. 

“So I’m bringing someone back? Back from where?”

She already knew the answer. Back from the dead. The one spell that Saphire refuses to do for anyone, even herself. 

[reginamxmalam]

Regina took a step back in order to give the other sorceress a clear view of the glass coffin that currently housed her beloved. “I require you to preform the spell to bring him back from the dead.” She fought to keep her voice from breaking, a soft hand trailing lovingly over the glass. “This is to be done immediately. I will give you anything you require.”

[reginamxmalam]

FEED ME SEYMOUR

"I believe you need to rethink your position and try that again. Except this time, it is in your best interests to remember my name and be less demanding. Manners would also not go amiss."

[swanlessendings]

“Sure you don’t.” Emma’s hands settle on her hips, testing, “Han Solo didn’t shoot first.”

[reginamxmalam]

“That is a pathetic attempt to try and prove your point.” Regina rolled her eyes, “I raised our son better than that.”

[swanlessendings]

"Who am I?"

"…Regina?" 

"Come on, stop looking at me like that, Henry’s waiting for us."

[swanlessendings]

“Yeah.” It’s a quiet, shaking breath, turning back around wih a nod. And it feels so surreal to explain a kid to his mother. To the woman who knew him better than anyone else. To the woman who still has stories she’ll never know about dinosaurs Emma will never be able to name. Her eyes close. “His name’s Henry.” She turns back around on her heel. “He’s a teenager. He’s got your attitude,” And Neal’s eyes, “And he’s the smartest kid you’ll ever meet. You guys love each other with every ounce you’ve got. He’ll know something’s wrong.” There’s no doubt about it. He always does. He’s always been freakishly precocious and that hasn’t changed, the older he’s gotten. “But let’s…wait a little while. To tell him. Alright? He’s…” He’s lost so much. He’s lost every parent he’s ever had, at one point or another, and Emma can’t stomach the thought of him losing another.

Of losing Regina. 

“We should know what’s going on, first.” She turns back around and her heart still—always; it always will because it’s not just a switch she can flip off, now—clenches at the sight of Regina’s tears, stepping forward to gently cup her cheeks, not pushing her, trying to give her as strong of a look as she can. “We’ll get you through this, alright? I know this…it’s gotta be…a lot. For you. But it’ll be okay. No matter what happens, I’ll be right here. I promise.” Amending a breath later, the love tightening a noose knot around the heart in her chest, “Henry and I will be right here. I’ll tell you everything you want after we go see Snow.”

[reginamxmalam]

One more person her lack of memories had failed. Another name with no face, feelings that she should have settling over her like a wave. Strong and tugging her down with the current so she would drown. More stipulations and things to remember and honestly, how could anyone expect to remember anything when there was so much information to take in and so many hearts on the line? It made her feel sick, to see the disappointment, the frustration in emerald eyes. The thought of somehow magically poofing her memories back into existence was less appealing than getting away from all of this, from the expectations. 

From possibly dissapointing the woman she had apparently fallen in love with.

It wasn’t hard to see, really. She didn’t know herself, and though she hardly knew the woman so determinedly trying to shove her own feelings aside to comfort her, Regina could see how anyone would want to end up the sole recipient of such fierce love. “It’s a lot for you too.” She retorted softly, turning to bury her face in one of the comforting hands on her cheeks. “If you need to go, don’t force yourself to stay here and suffer for my sake.” Holding up her arm that had the IV’s attached, “I’m not about to die.” 

Snow? “What imbecile named their child after precipitation?”

[reginamxmalam]

"Stop! You can't marry him!"

The brunette looked up just as she was about to speak, gaping at the blonde who had burst into the wedding. She looked between Robin and Emma slowly, “Miss Swan, what is the meaning of this?” She snapped, folding her hands over her white dress. “And why not?”

[swanlessendings]

“It was stupid no matter where or when.” Emma points out, downing a good bit of her glass. Filling Regina’s. Filling her own. Her chin tips back, head resting against the wall, steam from the tub filling her lungs. “I don’t know.” She admits, voice quiet and a little lost, eyes opening back up to search Regina’s face. “I don’t know what we’re even doing.” She stupidly admits further, swallowing. But her eyes are sincere and quiet and, though she doesn’t know how to say it out loud, in love. “It’s not like I’ve done this before. I don’t know what’s supposed to go next. I just…want a chance to find out.” Her tongue darts out over dry lips, looking back down at her wine. “I’m not good at this whole…” She trails off, shakes her head, “Maybe we’ll just take it one day at a time. We’re starting with this…” She tips the bottle, “And maybe someday I’ll…take you to dinner or…I don’t know.” A sigh. “I don’t know. We can…try it all, if you want. And if not, well…” Emma shrugs a shoulder and looks back, meeting Regina’s eyes, thumb swirling around the room of her glass. “Then I’m still here. Not going anywhere.”

[reginamxmalam]

“You had the courage to storm into a church and declare your love for me in front of all of Storybrooke, but you can’t bring yourself to ask me on a date?” She almost threw her head back and laughed, the alcohol beginning to buzz in her system. The water wasn’t as warm as it once was, small waves crashing against her skin. So she stood, reaching for the towel kept by the elaborate tub. Droplets cascaded from her skin as she pulled the plug to drain the water left, wrapping the black fluffy towel around herself. 

“He’ll be here soon.” It was almost to herself, quietly contemplating, “I wonder if it would be kinder to lie and tell him it was something more than a second option.” Shaking her head, “Or to ignore him altogether.” She stopped, “I could always turn him into a frog.”

[reginamxmalam]

"Maybe we could try."

"Just because you have some obsession with this new video game does not mean I am going to be roped into it." Regina told her bluntly, "Ask Henry. Or Ruby."

[swanlessendings]

“It’s not an obsession.” Emma rolls her eyes. “Come on. I asked you. Why not?”

[reginamxmalam]

“Because it’s childish.” Regina sighed, “And I don’t understand why on earth you would want me to participate.”

[swanlessendings]

“There’s no where else in the world I’d rather be.” Emma promises in Regina’s ear, eyes closing as she lets herself enjoy this. Let’s Henry’s advice of good things being good—and God, is this good, has it always been good; sure, it’s been hard and frustrating and painful, at times, but there wasn’t a single second where it wasn’t good—guide her steps, quietly humming the song playing in the background above her lips. It reminds her of Regina’s office, lifetimes ago, and Emma knows the brunette can probably feel her smile pressing against her temple. 

“I’m sorry I freaked out.” Her lips twitch, “I bet you would’ve gotten a kick out of Snow’s face, though.” She quietly brings Regina a breath closer, listening to Regina’s breath—imagining, for a second, the sound of their heartbeats synching in step with their feet— “I love you, you know.”

[reginamxmalam]

“Of course.” Regina rolled her eyes, “I would have completely focused on your distraught mother when my bride was nowhere to be found.” It didn’t matter now; now that Emma was in her arms and they had both made it through the wedding in one piece and after this night she would whisk Emma away on their honeymoon. She pressed her lips to Emma’s cheek, “You don’t have to apologise, Emma. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She smiled, lifting her head up to look into green eyes, “I know.” Teasing, “Or I should certainly hope so. Otherwise this would be an extremely awkward situation for the both of us.”