Just wondering, but to your knowledge, have the writers responded/reacted to the response to the Ruby Slippers ship at all? Have they talked about Mulan's future, etc? Because I feel like they'll just pat themselves on the back and maybe bring Ruby back for 3 seconds if they have to in order to keep up this ridiculous illusion that this show is somehow progressive??...
I’m not aware of anything other than one of them (Eddie) being annoyed that people were talking about it as a ‘very special episode’ rather than a romance on par with Snowing or Emma and Hook. Because, you know, they spent so much time building it up. Six whole minutes of time.
Anyone else aware of any comments they’ve made about Mulan, Ruby/Dorothy, or any future for LGBTQIA on the show?
If you're taking prompts could I request the Red Swan cursed AU for that RS-once upon a dream edit you made time ago? I'd love it, we need more ouat femslash! thanks
Anon isreferring to this graphic of mineand I’m always here for red swan (and some smut along the way because need moreof that too, he). Hope you enjoy. Also on FF.netand AO3 because I’m weak.
It was the firsttime she saw her at the eyes at dinner, she felt it. Both of them could feelit, she was sure – it was impossible not to… She didn’t do anything, what couldhave she said, anyway?
The girl – woman– came to her, settling her order on the bar. Her blue eyes– framed by that black eye-liner – didn’tabandon her as she drank her cocoa, it felt like they wanted to penetrate hersoul – or some cheesy line around those words.
But neither ofthem said a word. The brunette came back to work after sending a last look toher.
Emma realizedher heart had never beaten so fast. She didn’t get to know her name.
.
“Who are you?”
The girl standingin front of her at her rooms with a red hood – she couldn’t be much older thanher, the princess thought – bit her lip and placed a lock of black hair behindher ear. “People in the castle call me Red, Your Majesty. The King and Queensent me to your quarters because they said you needed help with your hair… Theyalso said they would send a maid to clean your sheets and make your bed… But Ican go if you please –”
“‘Tis fine. Andis ‘Your Highness’ – only mama and papa are Their Majesties. I’m Emma.” Shetook Red’s hand for her to accompany her to the mirror and take the brush asshe took her sit. “Is nice to see more girls in the castle – I never havesomeone to play with – Will you play with me, won’t you, Red?”
She neveranswered. That morning, Red’s only action was to make the princess ready forher day until the maids came and she could go back to the kitchens, where sheworked.
The princesstook it as a personal goal – to make her new maid talk to her. She couldn’tknow why she put so much distance between them, why even her parents told herit was better that way when she expressed her concerns.
She could notimagine.
.
It was thesecond time. When she took the keys Granny offered her to one of the rooms,when she turned around and saw the blue eyes and jet hair again.
That time themoment their eyes connected felt endless.
Emma didn’t knowwhat was happening to her – she didn’t yearn for heaven’s sake! She couldcontrol her legs to stop shaking, but she had no control over how her stomach twistedinside her.
It was that timeshe could learn. Her name was Ruby.
Ruby, blue eyesand long black hair. Ruby, beautiful smile and long killer legs. Ruby, sharpeye-liner and red lips.
Emma felt theneed to know how that lipstick tasted. But she just smiled – play cool, Emma, be smooth – and gaveher name as response instead.
I know you.
.
.
.
When TheirMajesties were so kind with a lost girl to don’t care she was a werewolf andstill offer her a place in their castle, give her a home, give her a name – yougot to learn your place.
Keep the redhook that kind woman called Granny made to you; stick to your duties at thekitchens; be respectful and loyal to your Queen and King; keep your distancefrom the princess – no matter how nice and fun she seemed to be, no matter younever had a girl who wanted to hungrily to be your friend.
Through theyears, Red reiterated this to herself and added a new rule, don’t fall in love with the princess – nomatter how perfect and beautiful she is – how out of reach, don’t dream thatfar.
But it was sodamn difficult when the princess was determined to become your friend. The friend of a maid! The friend of awerewolf – Everybody in the castle already knows that! How can she still want–?
But she wanted,she wanted so badly as Red. And Red couldn’t resist anymore.
Becoming friendswas their choice.
The woods becametheir place. The full moon nights inside her quarters were their secret. Thefields of roses were their balls. No matter whom, no matter the what.
Falling in lovewas not.
Exploring eachother’s lips, each other’s bodies, each other’s hearts – each other’s sheets –was a choice too. The most fucking perfect choice Red have ever made – shedidn’t care about anyone else than her, her princess, her friend, her lover.
The fact thatEmma didn’t seem to care about anyone else either was the final thing Redneeded to go through the phase of balls and suitor without giving a damn – notwhen all those fools fought for the princess’ hand and at the end of the nightthey couldn’t possibly imagine Her Highness was entangled in her sheets withthe help. With a girl! Such depravity!
The only timeshe could feel threatened was when they received the visit from Arendelle. Theprincesses were kind, good people (Their Majesties not so much), the kind ofpeople Emma liked to personally greet. Princess Elsa – soon to be queen, a queen! – soon connected with Emma,they soon became friends. If could have made Red jealous if Elsa hadn’t been sonice and impossible to hate.
The three ofthem and Anna were one during their stay in Misthaven. Nothing changed betweenEmma and her. Not even when she confessed her initial fears and the princessjust answered with a “You’re so dumb and cute! I could kiss you right now!”
She kissed her.She more than kissed her actually.
But her wolfside came to show, and she was possessive that way. She loved to be the one whogave Emma – Emma, her Emma, not a damn title – everything she wanted, thepleasure she longed for, the sweetest noises she had ever heard, the noises allthose princes would never hear.
She loved her.She wanted to tell her. She didn’t know how – didn’t have the courage to do it.
With every ballthat passed, with every full moon night left behind, with every clash of theirskins with each other – she thought maybethis is the time, this time I’ll tell her, this time she’ll know.
Maybe she laughs. Maybe she doesn’t feel that way. Maybethis is just occasional until the perfect suitor appears.
Maybe she’s scared too. Maybe I have to take thatfirst step. Maybe I have to be the brave one this time.
When years keptpassing and the princess always managed to came with excuses of why she neverfound the perfect royal suitor to marry to her parents (very convincing,really, after what prince – ha –Baelfire did to her), Red convinced herself to finally be determined and be thebrave one.
Royalty hadn’tbeen better for her princess than what she could be.
She loved her. Sheloved little Henry. Emma loved them. If people weren’t fine with it, screwthem. Not even her loyalty for the Queen and what could she think about them –Emma didn’t care about that anyway – was bigger than her love for the princess.
Next time, whenthey both met on their field, she would tell her.
But she nevergot the chance.
.
“We can’t.”
“I don’t care.”
All her thoughtsabout how would those lips feel on hers weren’t upto the real thing – to her whine of surprise, quickly converted into somethingelse.
Emma Swan was amarvel, she knew it from the first moment she saw her entering at Granny’s,from the first moment they exchanged looks and she felt lost on her green eyes.Who would’ve imagined she was so cliché?
I know her, was the first thing it came to her mind.
Every day sheexpected to see her coming through the dinner’s entrance. She never told her –nor she ever would – but she always had her cup of cocoa already prepared, forher complete delight of watching her drink the cinnamon and how her lips alwaysgot soaked of it, how she always got a cute moustache of cream.
Ruby was not aromantic, and she’s always been the bold type, but she still found herselfwalking on eggshells around Emma all those months.
It hadn’t beenmuch time they met, but she already knew her – she saw how she kept people atarm’s length. Ruby didn’t want to be into that group (although, she didn’t takeit personal at first when that broken woman kept even her son at arm’s length).So she thought about playing cool and accepting a role as her friend. Girls’nights out, drinks, chatting, support, one night stands –
Her brain hadstopped at that last thought the first night they went out along Mary Margaret.The feeling of possession took her over when she saw a dude approached a verydrunk Emma – she groaned, she almost howled at him to get the fuck away.
She’d toldherself she did that because hey!Emma was her friend and she couldn’t let some random fuckboy to take advantageof her. But when she decided to stay sober the whole night – the whole night! – to watch over Emma’ssafety, to hold her on her chest when both of them fell into one couch and theblonde was drunk and drowsy… Mary Margaret knew – Ruby knew how fucked-up shewas.
And finally shewas doing what she had wanted to do so eagerly that night but didn’t becauseshe wasn’t that kind of human being, forcing herself in people who didn’t wanther.
But she stoppeddenying the true time ago and Emma seemed as eager as her while she moaned underthe touch of her fingers caressing her clit.
Emma hoistedherself over the bar. Double-checked all curtains were down and dinner wereclosed, so she took of his pants and spread her legs for Ruby, who didn’t wastetime and reached her thighs to squeeze them with her crimson nails.
Emma’s handswent right to her shirt buttons, opening them one by one – and the image ofEmma Swan with her legs spread to her and taking her time to seduce her was the fucking hottest thingshe ever saw. She reached for her tank top to throw it far at one of the tablesand her bra was undid before Emma finished unbutton her waitress shirt.
Ruby felt hergoing wetter under her fingers as she realized she had no bra under that shirt.And her mouth around her nipple was almost enough to undo her.
.
.
.
As she tastedher, as she felt her, as they both messed around the sheets in her bed, carefulof not making much noise to not be heard by anyone – well, maybe not so carefulas their giggles filled the room… Emma could see.
Perhaps it wasthe most awkward moment for her mind to wander, but it came to her like avision. Nights of balls, of dances, of lights – suitors everyway, as a handgrabbed hers out of the hall. Nights of passion in the dark, secret love, sweetmisery. Nights of full moon, a red riding hood between her fingers, howls of awolf into the woods. Afternoons of braids, of plays at the kitchen, of mud inthe cheeks of those two girls – things that Emma never knew, – a childhood withfriends.
Ruby must haverealized something was wrong as she stopped moving inside her.
“Are you okay?”
Her blue eyeswent right through her. She knew those eyes – No, she didn’t, she could notpossibly – But there she was, how could she convince herself of that being aone-time thing when she lost herself on those eyes, when those eyes made herwant things she never had?
She freaked out.
She did what sheknew better: run.
.
It didn’t makeany less awkward that every time she met her at Granny’s some blurred imagesstruck her so hard she ended with a headache.
She always toldHenry she would wait for him outside while she took some fresh air.
But it wasn’tenough to make the guards and screams disappear from her mind.
.
She trusted her.Even if Ruby didn’t trust herself, she knew all the things she was capable of.
Going with herinto the woods following her hunch was inevitable. But all those fucking imagesand noises coming into her head made it terrible for her to endure.
Nights of fullmoon, a red riding hood between her fingers, howls of a wolf.
I know – I know I know you.
Once in a dream – we used to walk around thoseforests.
And now, here we are again.
“Emma? Are youokay?”
You were going to say it – for the first time – and Iwas going to return your feelings, but I never got to our field.
“Emma?”
I was trapped – as I am now.
.
After Henryopened his eyes, she really knew.
It was my twentieth birthday, I ran to get to her, tokeep her safe if I couldn’t save anyone else. I never made it. The screamsinside the castle, my parents, the guards, the fight – the Evil Queen.
“Mum?”
Those words asher son – she found him! – beingalive made the still happiest moment of her life. She kissed him again, and shewas never going to lose him (again).
.
She was right inher arms while the town seemed to fall apart around them.
“You came tome,” Red said – moved, touched, emotional – all those cheesy adjectives todescribe a moment like that, a moment interrupted so long ago.
“It took meeight years, but I finally did it.” How hard it was trying to hold the tearsback?
“I knew youwould.” Red – Ruby – whoever – kissed her. In the middle of the street, witheverybody watching them, and she didn’t care – never cared, actually – as shekissed back.
She lost herselfin that kiss – oh, how much had she missed her! – and she would’ve stayed thatway all the day if she wouldn’t have so many things to fix – after all, she wasa freaking Savior.
Emma broke awayto take some air, and said, “So… What was what you wanted to tell me before Igo back to restore the magic for this place?”
“People arewatching us.”
“I don’t care.”
Ruby – Red –whoever – kissed her again and she didn’t need words for her feelings when shewas holding her for dear life. She felt the same way.
As part of our program for this fest, we’re posting recs for Red Beauty fics that are already out there that fit beloved tropes! Our final rec is for True Love’s Kiss.
Does Wonders by MsLane
Summary: Post 2x11 The Outsider. After Belle gets shot and subsequently loses her memory, I do believe Ruby would have been there to try and help pick up the pieces. This is what this story is. How I believe, given the chance, Ruby would have most definitely been there for Belle more so than she was shown to be on the show. Red Beauty
Why I Like It: It's a cute one shot that shows Ruby visiting Belle in the hospital after losing her memories at the town line. I like how Ruby tries to make Belle comfortable with her and help her remember and the power of True Love's Kiss is a nice ending to the story.
This will be the last fic rec of this fest. Fics written for the fest are due tomorrow, and we can’t wait to see what you all post! Thank you to everyone who has participated or contributed to this fest in any way, we couldn’t have done it without you.
As part of our program for this fest, we’re posting recs for Red Beauty fics that are already out there that fit beloved tropes! Today’s recs are for Cursed Personality (aka Ruby/Lacey).
Racy Lacey by CrimsonJoy
Summary: Ruby and Lacey first meet before the curse is broken, and neither can resist. AU, Belle/Lacey was never locked up. Really just an excuse for smut.
Why I like It: It's a nice take on what a meeting between Ruby and Lacey would be like if they met prior to the curse breaking. Ruby and Lacey's flirtation and the smut it leads to are both nicely done.
Like We Were Never Here by StefiDelly
Summary: Ruby gets tired of Storybrooke shenanigans and convinces Belle/Lacey to run away with her (she doesn’t like her FTL memories anyway) - as prompted by witchpieceoftoast on tumblr
Why I like it: This fic is beautiful and little bit heartbreaking. Ruby’s desperation for escape feels really honest and painful. I could completely see this happening, and it encapsulates Ruby and Lacey’s personalities really well.
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As part of our program for this fest, we’re posting recs for Red Beauty fics that are already out there that fit beloved tropes! Today’s rec is for Family.
Honey, the Kid’s All Grown Up by charmedforever9494
Summary: Prompt (Mash up of two prompts): Imagine your OTP reacting to their child's first crush/relationship. AND Imagine your OTP meeting their child's first love and being amused when they realize that the kid is dating someone who acts a lot like person A. A fluffy Red Beauty family multi-chap
Why I like it: It's a cute story that shows Ruby and Belle as parents and how they react to finding out about their daughter's relationship and meeting her new boyfriend. There are some funny moments and it's a fun fluffy story to read.
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Fics are due three weeks from today, and we’d love to get a few more sign-ups! The trope list can be found here. I want to especially encourage you to participate if you’ve never posted fanfiction before but want to. Red Beauty is a really supportive fandom and small enough that your fics don’t have to be the best of the best to get noticed, plus you’d be supporting a super rad femslash pairing, which rarely give as much attention as they deserve. It’d be awesome to see some new faces in the Red Beauty fanfiction tags during this Trope Fest!
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As part of our program for this fest, we’re posting recs for Red Beauty fics that are already out there that fit beloved tropes! Today’s rec is for Amnesia.
Cross The Line by OnTheCyberSeas
Summary: Ruby decides to leave town and start fresh, leaving her memories behind. Can Belle help her remember and bring her home? Eventual Red Beauty. Set after the Season 2 Finale.
Why I like it: It seems so in character of Ruby to make an impulsive decision like leaving town so she wouldn’t have to deal with her feelings. There’s also just so many wonderful details, like Granny giving Belle a dagger when she leaves town to go out searching for Ruby. The ending is sweet, and the story feels like something that definitely makes sense with the characters’ canon personalities.
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