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When Two Worlds Collide ~ a Regina Mills fanfiction

Hello :) I passed my final exam at uni and "only" have to pass two more external oral exams to be compeletly done. So I had a bit of time and motivation to write something again. I haven’t really written anything in a loooong time, so I might be rusty. I also don’t really have any idea where this is going, so I’m open to suggestions 😊 probably slow updates

This is also 100% self-indulgent, loosely inspired by my own life --> processing some of my own stuff with the help of a little magic (and the first fictional woman I had a huge crush on)

Summary: Mora was an ordinary woman, living her life in a small town in the land without magic. Her daily life was repetitive, her mental health unstable, and her love life non-existent. And then one night, she vanished.

General trigger warnings: death of parent, trauma, talks about death and loss, thoughts about suicide

Chapter 1 - Enchanted Forest (1 year ago)

After Regina said goodbye to Henry and Emma, the purple smoke surrounded her, transporting her – and everyone else – back to the Enchanted Forest. The loss of her son weighed heavy on her heart. As Snow and Charming made friends with another royal couple that was present when all of them reappeared in the Enchanted Forest, Regina could only muster up a few snarky comments about the princess’s pregnancy before her thoughts went back to her own baby boy that she had just lost forever.

The group of fairy tale characters made their way through the forest, Snow trying to keep Regina from doing something to herself and others. Eventually, Snow was needed in the front, giving Regina a perfect opportunity to stray from the path and go deeper into the forest. She kept going until she found a tree stump. Her eyes were blurry as she sat down, memories of raising Henry came rushing into her mind – memories that had been hers and hers alone until she had shared them with Emma, made them Emma’s. Now they are reminders that Henry will never know her as his mother. He’ll think that all the little moments they had shared over the years were with his other mother, not Regina. She tries to suppress a sob that is threatening to escape from her throat but fails. She clutches her chest as tears keep on coming. Suddenly she stops crying and looks at her hand – the hand that had raised her boy – the hand that had destroyed so many lives, had ripped out so many hearts. Before she could think any longer about this, she had pushed her hand into her chest and grabbed her own heart.

A sigh of relief passed her lips as she held her heart in her hand. With her heart gone from her body, so was part of her pain and grief. She looked at the organ in her hand. It was predominantly black, but there was a bright red core. Regina smiled sadly, knowing that Henry was the reason her heart was not completely black and rotten. For a split second she thought about just crushing it, ending her misery and life then and there. But as her fingers tightened around her heart, images of Henry flooded her mind. She couldn’t do it. But she also couldn’t keep living with her heart, so she stood up and, impulsively, dug a small hole in the ground, placing her heart inside it and covering it with dirt and moss. That was the moment Snow found her and convinced her to keep her heart – to find a way be happy, even without Henry. Even if Regina didn’t believe that there was a way to do that without Henry, she also knew that burying her heart in the forest would be a stupid idea. She puts her heart back into her chest, and emotions rush through her – pain, sadness, grief, hopelessness.

On their way back to the group, Snow and Regina feel watched and a flying monkey attacks them. It dodges Regina’s fireball and grabs onto her arm and tries to drag her off into the sky. Snow jumped up and clung to Regina’s legs until they fell to the floor. Clutching the angry scratch marks on her arm, Regina tried to come up with a plan to escape the beast. Before she could do anything, a portal opened a few feet off the ground, and a figure dropped onto the ground next to them. The opening of the portal had somehow scared the monkey off for the moment, but Regina and Snow got ready to fight the figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

The figure groaned as it rubbed its head after the fall, eyes squinting to take in the new surroundings. Snow readied her bow, pointing an arrow at the figure, who finally seemed to notice the two other women. Eyes wide, the figure lifted its hands up in the air. “Whoa, whoa, please don’t shoot. Where the hell am I?”

For the first time since everything happened, Snow and Regina took a closer look at the figure. It appeared to be a woman. Her appearance was a little strange – for the Enchanted forest at least. She had short hair, very short hair – shorter than Snow’s hair in Storybrooke – and she wore a pair of boxershorts and a t-shirt. Oh, and she was barefoot. This had definitely not been a planned trip on her part. Snow eventually lowered her bow, and the woman introduced herself as Mora, still looking around confused.

“Am I dreaming?”

#regina mills x original female character #regina mills #once upon a time #ouat #regina mills x reader #fanfiction #wlw #fanfic #evil queen #missing year #whentwoworldscollide

The missing year

okay, can someone can expain to me what Shane and Ilya did between their draft and their rookie season? Because they were drafted in june 2009 and start to play in the league in october 2010. The juniors cup is not a club, you do it while you play at your regular team. So they had to play somewhere at that year. Players can technically get drafted and do a college year before playing, but neither of them went to college. They are also too good to play in the AHL. So they have a missing year in their career. Shane and Ilya are the future of hockey, they should have started playing right away in the league.

"Seen, caught, kept" sneak peek

I wrote and posted the first part of this three part story a billion years ago but was never able to write the two other parts for some reason. As luck would have it, today I felt inspired to give part two a try. I did and this is the result.

Since it's Sunday evening and a thousand moons ago Sunday evenings were all about OUAT to me, watching an episode and posting something from my stories, here we have a sneak peek of chapter 2 of "Seen, caught, kept".

Chapter 1 "Seen"

Chapter 2 "Caught"

“Enjoying the show, thief?”

It was as if time had stopped altogether as her words reverberated through the room.

Robin was absolutely sure he was going to die.

If the depths of her eyes told him anything, it was that he was going to die. She would kill him, resurrect him, and then kill him again for this.

Robin opened his mouth, a pathetic attempt to explain himself dying on his lips, as her deep brown pools challenged him to speak.

“Well?” she spoke again as her hands moved from her sex, slick fingers coming in contact with the silk sheets as she crossed her legs slowly.

Robin took a deep breath and attempted to speak again, but a weak sound came out instead of the extensive apology he felt he owed her. She arched an unimpressed brow at his response and tilted her head to the side a little, examining him even though he still stood in the shadows.

“Step into the light,” she commanded and Robin was surprised by the speed with which his legs worked on their own suicidal accord and took step after step until the moonlight washed over him as well. He stood a few paces from her still unable to speak, her eyes trapped his own like some kind of spell.

Her face still did not betray any emotion as she broke their eye contact. Her eyes raked their way down his torso and landed on the evidence of his desire for her marked in his pants. She tilted her head a little bit more to the side and squinted her eyes, probably going through all the ways she could castrate him inside her head.

Robin felt utterly pathetic as he stood there, wondering where she would throw her first fireball at. But nothing of the sort happened, instead, she hummed as her eyes went back to his and spoke, “It seems that some parts of you were enjoying the show-” her voice was a little hoarse, but also dead serious, Robin could not make out what she was thinking.

Robin swallowed and finally found his voice, “Milady-” he gathered the little that was left of his chilvary, “I apologize. I did not mean to-”

#evil queen #fanfiction #ouat #outlaw queen #regina mills #robin hood #fanfic #outlaw queen fanfic #smut #missing year

The In Between. Resurrected.

So… this story has been a long time coming. Like, “first-drafted-it-in-2013-and-then-stared-at-it-for-ten-years-like-it-wronged-me-in-another-life” and "I-used-to-go-by-OutlawQueenLuvr-but-now-I-go-by-BelleoftheBallpoint" long.

Back then, I started writing this during peak OUAT obsession, right after Season 3A aired, when the “Missing Year” arc had so much untapped potential. I posted it exclusively on ff.net. I had a vision: Regina, grief-stricken, angry, trying to lead a kingdom she didn’t ask for through the Missing Year while she slow-burn falls in love with Robin Hood. At the time, I started writing it with a friend, but somewhere between work, life, a dozen half-finished Google Docs, and deciding to rewrite the story from the beginning on my own, the story got buried.

But it never really let me go.

Now, after years of rewriting (and re-rewriting), I’m finally ready to finish this beast. It’s dark, emotional, full of magic and monsters and messy feelings just like Regina. If you’re reading this, whether you’ve been here since the start or just stumbled in now, thank you. I’m so excited (and a little terrified) to bring you with me on this journey.

Original 2013 summary: Regina groans, pushing herself off the ground. Tiny cuts on her palms sting, mud stains the cream night gown she wasn't very fond of anyway. Leaves and twigs embed in her hair. She's stuck, somewhere in the in between, without her Henry, without her everything. Grief and sorrow call all her attention, and she doesn't see the hooded man stalking her from the trees.

If you're joining for the rewrite? 2025 summary: The Curse is broken, and Regina Mills has been dragged back to the Enchanted Forest, a realm that remembers everything she tried to forget. Trapped with Snow, David, and the remnants of their kingdom, Regina must lead a fractured people through the heart of a haunted land. As old enemies stir and the land itself turns hostile, Regina must reckon with the person she used to be, the mother she longs to become again, and the terrifying possibility that she may not survive the journey home. But the forest isn't the only thing that sees her clearly, and sometimes, the way back isn't about magic. It's about the people who choose to walk beside you. :.: The In Between, Chapter 1

The trees breathed around Regina, tall, silent things that blotted out the sun. Damp earth clung to her boots. A root jutted from the forest floor, nearly tripping her as she walked, but she didn’t curse or scowl like she once would have. She only blinked down at it, eyes tracing the splintered bark, the moss curling like veins across its surface. Her hands twitched, but not from the cold.

Somewhere in the distance, a raven called out once, then went quiet.

She pressed her palms together, fingers curling inward, trying to remember the shape of it. Not the magic, she’d never forgotten the feel of that, but the other thing... the weightless relief, the rush of it.

She’d been nineteen, maybe twenty. Ruth had sliced her hand wide open on a chipped basin in the servants’ quarters. Blood had spilled fast, too fast, soaking the apron at her waist. Ruth looked up at her with those round, fearful eyes. She wasn't supposed to be in the servants' quarters; Mother would punish her if she found out. She should have fled, but instead, Regina, foolish, trembling Regina, had reached out.

She didn’t think, she felt, and the magic, for once, didn’t burn. It warmed and threaded itself through the air, through her fingers, through Ruth’s skin, knitting it closed like a promise. Ruth had cried. Regina had smiled. It had felt like salvation. She’d told herself that day meant something. That it proved she could be more than her mother, more than fear, more than fury, but that was before. Before grief nested in her ribs, and before she started flinching at her own reflection.

Wind moved through the trees, sharp and sudden, slicing across her face like a warning and bringing her back to the present. Regina didn’t flinch. She just let it pass. The forest didn’t care who she used to be. It reached for her regardless. Thorny branches tugged at her sleeves like fingers aching to tear. The air reeked of damp earth, rot, and something older and buried. She walked ahead anyway.

A branch snapped under someone’s foot behind her. “Wait up!” Snow’s voice, breathless, too hopeful, cut through the hush like sunlight where it didn’t belong.

Regina didn’t wait.

“This isn’t the part of the forest I remember,” David muttered. “We’re too far west.”

Regina bit her tongue before she could say something cutting. Too far west, too far east, what did it matter? It all looked the same now. The same gnarled trees, the same choked underbrush, the same haunted ache in her chest. They passed a hollow log, collapsed and slick with fungus. Something skittered inside.

Snow jogged to catch up, her steps crunching dead leaves. “We’ll find shelter soon. Maybe near the riverbend?”

Regina didn’t answer. Her gaze drifted to a knot of trees twisted so tightly together they looked like they were strangling each other. She could still see the blood on the bark, memory or imagination, she didn’t know anymore. Once, Cora had brought her here to learn how to make a heart stop with just a look. Once, she had begged not to try.

“Regina?” She blinked. Snow was beside her now, close enough to touch. “You okay?”

A ridiculous question. Regina turned away. “We should keep moving. You said the sun would set early.”

Snow hesitated, then nodded. David pulled ahead to scout the incline, and Snow lingered for just a second longer before following.

Regina exhaled slowly. Magic prickled at her fingertips, subtle and sharp like static caught beneath her skin. She didn’t release it. Not yet.

Everything here remembered her, and she remembered it right back.

Continuing reading on AO3.

#regina mills #robin hood #outlaw queen #OQ #missing year #ouat #fanfic

Fic Advent Calendar - Day 5: Snow

A little angsty for Christmas but that's where the muse took me. Set in the Missing Year.

A chill woke Robin.

He sat up in bed, leting the silky sheets and heavy fur blanket slide down his naked body. Robin frowned when he realized he was alone in bed and he looked around for his companion, concerned when he saw double doors near the bed open. It allowed the cold air to permeate the bed chamber, overpowering the warmth of the blankets and the fire still burning in the fireplace.

But he was less concerned about the cold than why the doors were open in the first place. He leaned over and retrieved his shirt and pants, quickly putting them on. Robin then pulled on his boots before standing, pulling the blanket off the bed.

He had a feeling they would need it.

#once upon a time #fic advent calendar #outlaw queen #oq ff #missing year

The Littlest Outlaw a Missing Year/OutlawQueen fic.

Roland wasn’t too sure why they would want to kill the witch, but he wouldn’t eat her. Hunting was where his papa and the merry men went to kill things for them to eat. His little nose scrunched. He would not eat the witch or her monkeys and he was surely not going to be in the kitchens where they would cook her!

This is just me going through my old fics and missing my ship. I’m going through it, apparently.