#sqws

[sqwintersolstice]

And… that’s a wrap for Swan Queen Winter Solstice 2025-2026!

With our awesome creators, betas, and cheerleaders, we have 31 works to add to the SQ archive. That’s 23 fics, totaling 402k words, 6 pieces of art plus 2 videos for Swan Queen! A masterlist with all the works will be available soon.

It’s amazing that we still keep the SQ magic going. Thank you all for making this fifth edition of the event happen and for believing in it! 🤍

We’ll hopefully see you later this year for the next one - Swan Queen Winter Solstice 6! For now, it’s time to enjoy the beautiful works and leave kudos and comments — the creators deserve all the love!

[italianbeatrice]

I finally managed to complete my SQWS 5 reading. And I have to say it ended up with 2 fics that were just what I needed to lift my spirits. I know we all love our good dose of angst, but I think at least with AU we can let our ladies have it a bit easier.

They were "Where love goes to die" by @sssammich and teaching (about love) by DelicatePoem.

I thought they were both so well done and both done with such a light touch and were a real joy to read. If you are in need of a bit of a lift for the soul and you haven't read them, take a look at them :)

[divergentmisfit-fandomsblog]

A little story trailer for my SQWS one shot

[italymystery-swanqueen]

The NeverEnding Story

 "True love is magic. The only magic strong enough to transcend realms and break any curse."

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[tabitha1917]

[swanqueenweek]

[parrilla-b-liv-art]

Swan Queen week, day 6

[spookycatsq]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A hate-to-love fic. It starts rough:

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“Well, this is about as pleasant as I expected,” the woman continued. She reached down to grab a towel to angrily mop up paint from her ratty, white tank top and tight jeans with an indecent number of holes in them.

“Heard about the evil mayor, have you?” Regina snarled.

“Oh, you’re Mayor Mills? Then yeah, you sound like a treat.” The towel was tossed back on the ground as the woman returned stormy eyes to Regina’s. “But that’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

Something dark drew Regina’s eyes briefly to the woman’s chest, now wiped partially clean of paint. Bold, black text snaked across the skin just above her breasts. Despite a couple of letters disappearing beneath tank top straps, the message was clear. Written in two sizable lines of ironically beautiful script were the words Regina had said only moments ago: What the hell is wrong with you?

Serves her right , she thought.