a February 2026 prompt month all about self-loving, brought to you by me and @kat8porgs!
This event is open to any fandom, including original work, and fills may be completed in any medium. There are collections on AO3 and SquidgeWorld, but you are welcome to use these prompts wherever you like. Works may be crossposted with other events that allow crossposting.
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Suggested Weekly Themes & Daily Prompts:
Week One: Time Travel
1 - changing the past
2 - time agent / time tourist
3 - paradox
4 - alternate self
5 - traveling forward in time
6 - 'before they were famous'
7 - Free Day
15 - dystopian meets utopian
16 - actor meets their roles
17 - 'evil' alternate
18 - genderfuck
19 - saving oneself
20 - restaurant at the edge of the multiverse
21 - free day
love yourself selfcest fest day 1: changing the past
They could not be having this conversation right now. Regina glared at the blonde. "Can you please stop lusting after my past self right now?" As if you're not doing the same thing, a traitorous voice in her head whispered.
fandom: once upon a time
pairing: regina/evil queen, some emma swan/regina mills
main tags: selfcest, crack, humor
rating: G
word count: 679
read on ao3 here, or continue under cut
divider cred
Regina never should've let Emma come anywhere close to this. Her magic wasn't trained enough, even if she had more will to survive than a cockroach.
There was a portal in the barn where Zelena had failed to set hers up. And Emma had just fallen through it.
"Damn it, Swan." Regina hissed, reluctantly letting go and letting herself fall in to the portal.
The portal spit her out on the ground somewhere in a forest. Regina pushed herself up and looked around, spotting Emma brushing the dirt off of herself.
"I'm assuming we're not in Storybrooke anymore." Emma muttered.
Regina looked around, her blood running cold when she spotted the paper pinned to a tree. Snow White. For crimes against the Queen. Murder. Treason. Treachery. The papers she herself had ordered to be plastered around the kingdom, over three decades ago.
"For once, I think you might be right." Regina sighed.
Emma looked up, following her gaze. "I don't remember Marty McFly being in Henry's storybook" the blonde snorted.
"This is nothing like Back to the Future." Regina muttered. "That movie was idiotic, and it made no sense."
Emma huffed. "It clearly made some sense." she gestured to the situation at hand. Before Regina could correct her, she heard a loud sound.
The loud whinny of a horse made Regina hold her hand up, signaling Emma to be quiet. There were atleast several horses on a road close by, and Regina pushed Emma and herself against a tree to remain hidden.
"Regina, what the—"
"Shh!"
When the sound stopped, she grabbed Emma's arm, sneaking closer to the road. There was a village beyond the shrub, and she crouched down behind some bushes. Knights in black armor and cloaks surrounded the people of the village, lining them up.
"We have to get out of here." Regina mumbled. "Now."
A black carriage pulled up behind the Her heart stopped in her chest. It was too late. The door swung open and herself of the past, the Queen, climbed out.
"Oh." Emma whispered. Regina looked over to see her jaw literally dropped open, her eyes glued to the Queen. Regina really didn't want to delve into that now of all times, that the savior was attracted to her past self—and, it stood to be reasoned, it might carry onto her current self, but there was a time and a place to think about that and it definitely wasn't right now.
Regina couldn't be sure that her past self wouldn't just kill her, not believing her to be her real future self, and how badly it could mess up the timeline. If the Queen ever learned of who Emma was, she would surely not let Emma live, or perhaps even change events to make sure Emma was never born in the first place, meaning Henry would never be born. It was crucial that they were not seen by the Queen.
Regina had never seen herself from an outside perspective like this. With the same fear she'd instilled into her people. Well. She could understand Emma's reaction.
Wait. What? She shook the thought away. Regina was not checking herself out. She will kill us. Emma. Henry. Think of Henry. Stop staring at—
"That's you." Emma whispered, dumbly.
"Thank you, Emma, I hadn't noticed." she grumbled.
"I didn't know you were so.."
They could not be having this conversation right now. Regina glared at the blonde. "Can you please stop lusting after my past self right now?" As if you're not doing the same thing, a traitorous voice in her head whispered.
Emma opened her mouth to protest, but Regina covered her mouth with her hand. She heard the Queen threatening the people, and noticed the woman with a bag over her head in her knights clutches.
Damn it. She glanced over at Emma. She could hear the savior's head in her voice, could already predict her argument of saving the woman from her evil past self.
"We have to go." Regina muttered, grabbing Emma's arm and pulling her away.
Her good, sweet innocent other half must've forgotten they shared sensations. Charlie could feel the soft warmth brushing against her lips, as clear as if it was happening to her.
fandom: supernatural
pairing: dark charlie/good charlie
main tags: selfcest, misunderstanding, short and sweet, fluff
rating: G
word count: 273
read on ao3 here, or continue under cut
divider cred
Charlie slammed the car door shut as she stormed into the house. She'd been coming home about a brief trip to the bunker to grab a set of books that Good Charlie had asked her to grab, and for some unknown reason, she'd listened. She may be the darker side of them, but she still wanted to appease her partner. Her good, sweet innocent other half must've forgotten they shared sensations. Charlie could feel the soft warmth brushing against her lips, as clear as if it was happening to her.
She practically broke down the front door as she swung it open. She couldn't hear anything for a long moment before she heard something clink in the kitchen. Her boots smacked heavily on the floor as she stormed into the room.
Her good self sat a pan of cinnamon rolls on the stove, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Oh, hi!" she smiled cheerfully. "I didn't think you'd be home until later. Do you want one? This is the second batch, there's some cooling off on the counter.."
Charlie glared. "Don't play that shit with me. Where is she?"
The girl in front of her hesitated. "Who?"
"I felt you.." she trailed off, noticing the small bit of icing on the corner of her good half's lips. Charlie blinked a few times before it clicked. Oh. It hadn't been someone kissing her that she'd felt. It'd been her eating a damn cinnamon roll. She shook her head and walked over to her, cupping her face. "You got some icing on your lips, hun." Charlie muttered, before leaning in and kissing her softly.
