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This Quora question i found got me screammmmiinnggggg

#with her #game of thrones #training??? #girlie literally has #sword fighting #skills #you’re dead bro

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey bitchessss here's chapter 3!@#$%^ Don't expect a full come-back. I'm just high asf rn and wanted to write this small chapter for you pookies<33

Chapter 3: I’m a Troubled Teen (Going Up North to be a Lady-In-Waiting)

Many years ago

The Enchanted Forest

“Your highness, the King and Queen request your presence.”

Oh, God.

It was never good when your parents “requested your presence”. Most of the time it meant you had done something wrong. The last time this had happened, you had jumped off the side of a royal navy ship in your underclothes and satin slippers. 

You shut your book and set it down on the side table in the library, standing up and dragging your feet as you followed one of the advisors. When you approached the door to the “good parlor”, as your mother called it, he knocked three times. You thanked him and after he shut the door a tense air thickened around you.

Your brother, Eric, sat at a chess table with your father while your mother sat by herself in the loveseat practicing her embroidery. 

“What?” you said.

Your mother smiled. “We just wanted to know where you were.”

You looked around awkwardly. “I was in the library…Why did you ask for me?”

“We wanted to spend time with you,” your father said. “It feels like we haven’t seen you in ages!”

“What’s the real reason you asked me here?” you asked.

Still partaking in her embroidery, your mother smiled and looked up at you from the sofa. “We have some news…You remember King Leopold, right?” 

“Sort of.”

“Well,” your mother said, continuing, “his wife, Queen Regina, is looking for a new lady-in-waiting…and they’ve asked for you.”

Your stomach sank. “What?”

“It’ll give you a chance to observe how a kingdom runs,” your father said. “And, it forms an alliance between King Leopold and our kingdom.”

“But–But, Eric is next in line!” you protested. “Shouldn’t he be doing the observing? He’s going to be ruling this kingdom within the next few decades, but instead he’s out on a ship sailing a–”

“Enough!” your father shouted. “This decision is final! The ship sets sail in a fortnight. Queen Regina, King Leopold, and Princess Snow are already expecting your arrival. I won’t hear any more protests from you. It’s time you learn some responsibility and this is the best way to do it.”

__________

Present Day

Storybrooke

You knocked softly on the door to Regina’s home. Waiting a moment, you glanced over to see a sliver of her finger parting the fabric curtain in the front window, just in time to see it quickly close again.

The deadbolt in the door clicked and the door cracked open slowly.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

Regina seemed stand-offish. When the door opened further, you could see it in her eyes that she had been crying.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

She nodded and let you in. You had only been in her home a handful of times–mostly dropping off Henry after school–but it was still as beautiful as you remembered. Instead of admiring the dark hardwoods and the tall ceilings, you focused on her–and now you were admiring much more.

There were still tears in her eyes and wrinkles sat scattered over her navy pantsuit. Everything was becoming so clear in this short amount of time–every dream, every vision, the vague images of your parents in your head. A part of you wanted to yell at her. She took so much from you, but, god, it was hard to be mad at her.

“Um, Regina,” you murmured when she closed the door. “I just wanted to say–”

And there was that feeling–her lips. They encased yours so perfectly. You could feel her strong hands grasp your biceps as you leaned into the kiss. You took a few steps back, bracing yourself against the wall when Regina pulled away. “What?” she huffed. “You wanted to say what?”

You searched her eyes. “Nothing, it can wait for later,” you said, grasping at her shoulders as your lips met again for the first time in 28 years.

#regina mills x reader #regina mills #lana parrilla #once upon a time

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Hey, i want to know if you would finish your regina mills x fem!reader series

Hi anon! I’m so sorry for how long it’s been since I updated that. I’ve been SUPERR busy with life rn (got a gf, got a promotion at work, etc.) so I haven’t worked on anything on my masterlist. BUT I do plan on continuing it, I just don’t know when it’ll be updated. However, I am gonna get high tonight (happy 4/20) so I might write it then:)

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Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

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her smile

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Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

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women's thighs. you agree. reblog.

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*caged animal sounds*

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The soda tab method is 100% foolproof

#wlw post #wlw love #i love women #lesbian #soda tabs #girls kissing girls

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she’s so cute i can’t😭💗

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49/365 days of regina mills

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x fem!reader

Chapter 2: The Little Mermaid is my Sister-In-Law?

10 years later

There, in that god forsaken hospital, you sat with him.

Henry Daniel.

If there was one kid in the world who you adored above everyone else, it was Henry. So kind, so innocent. 

“You’re princess of the Maritime Kingdom, see?” he once said.

You were sitting at your desk while he waited for his mother to get out of a meeting when he came over and started talking about his book. 

“And this is your brother, Prince Eric!”

“What, like from The Little Mermaid?” He nodded. “So, Princess Ariel is my sister-in-law?” you asked.

He grinned. “Exactly.”

You held his storybook in your hands, having traded off shifts with Mary-Margaret just a half hour before to read to him. 

“His favorite story is Snow White,” she had told you. “I just finished reading it to him, but I don’t think he’ll mind hearing it again.”

“Thank you, Mary-Margaret,” you smiled before hugging her. “Get home safe. Goodnight.”

When Mary-Margaret had left, you sat in the chair beside the bed and chose a random page–a story you had never even recognized but somehow felt familiar. 

“Perhaps the Queen could be saved,” you read. “Perhaps true love could rid her of her darkness. So, that’s what the fairy did.” The illustration on the page depicted a blonde woman in green, ‘Tinkerbell’ she was called, who took the Queen’s hand and flew to a far away land. “In the window was a princess. “That girl there, with the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist, that’s your soulmate,” Tinkerbell said. “She’ll bring you happiness like no other.” The Queen wanted to believe her, but what would she be without her anger and resentment?” 

You looked down at the page where a familiar sight lay. The birthmark. The exact same birthmark you possessed on your wrist. But how could it be possible? This is the real world. Soulmates don’t exist and magic certainly doesn’t either. But, could Henry be right? Could the dreams you’ve been having be memories? Relics of your past life in a land that is no longer? 

“Henry,” you whispered, closing the book. “I know you can’t hear me, but–”

Your words were cut off by rapid beeping on the monitor. “What’s happening? Dr. Whale!” you shouted right as the glass doors of the ICU burst open and you were ushered out. 

__________

“Thank you.” You smiled at the server as a plate of pancakes and bacon was set in front of you.

It was a long and sleepless night. You were on your third cup of coffee and it was only eight in the morning. So many thoughts ran through your head. The birthmark. The Maritime Kingdom. Your brother. Every dream you had experienced about this strange land. With each bite of your breakfast, it became harder and harder to swallow. You wanted to cry, to scream, to leave this world and go back to the world that you were apparently so happy in. And, as if your wish was granted by a shooting star, everything stopped in a rush.

You looked around the diner and noticed everyone looked dazed and confused. Standing up, you threw a twenty down on the table and rushed out the door. You had to find your brother. You had to find your family. You had to find Regina.

Henry was right.

#regina mills #regina mills x reader #once upon a time

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x fem!reader

Chapter 1: I Need to Work on my Time Management

When the dreams faded away, you were met with the green duvet wrapping your body in a cocoon of warmth. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked over at your alarm clock.

“Shit!”

After realizing it was past nine–and that you were one hundred percent about to piss off your boss–you jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as you were able to while still looking presentable. You weren’t scared of many things–spiders, snakes, and other common phobias never really bothered you–but the wrath of the woman you worked for made you shake in your boots.

You ran out the door of your apartment and rushed down the stairs, almost falling in the process.

“Good morni–”

“Morning, Archie!” you called, looking back at him.

Oh, god, she’s gonna kill me. This is the second time in a month this has happened. I’m gonna get fired.

Praying to whatever higher power was above, you begged for your boss to arrive late today and spare you any beration that would follow your tardiness.

As you run up the stairs, your chest burns for oxygen. You clutch your side as a stitch forms and feel a wave of relief wash over you when you finally sit down at your desk. You were just about to thank the gods above for the absence of your boss when you hear the door to her office open.

“You’re late…again.” Regina Mills. The woman could stop a whole crowd of people with a single glare. She stood tall in the doorway with a hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised.

“I am so sorry, Mayor Mills,” you shake. “I know this is the third time I’ve been late, but–”

“I don’t want excuses,” she snaps. “I want you to be here on time. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.” She walks over to your desk with a stack of manilla folders and drops them in front of you. “But, don’t let it happen again. I want this paperwork on my desk by the end of the day.”

“Yes, Madam Mayor.”

Walking back to her office, Regina pauses, turning back around. “And, if anyone calls, tell them I’m out of the office for the day.” 

“You’re getting him today?” you smile.

A gleam appears in Regina’s eyes as she smiles brightly. “I am. The adoption agency called me a few days ago.”

“What are you naming him?”

“Henry,” Regina answers. “Henry Daniel.”

#regina mills x reader #regina mills #once upon a time

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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x Fem!Reader

Prologue: I’m Having Wet Dreams About my Boss

Soft kisses could be felt down your neck as the snug feeling of a corset hugged your waist. The voice in the hazy vision was familiar–too familiar.

“God, you are just a little slut for me aren’t you?” the voice groaned.

You took a deep, shaking breath. “Yes…” You gasped as teeth bit down on your neck harshly–a warning. “Yes, your majesty. I am…I’m your little slut.”

“Make me cum and perhaps I’ll reward you–if you beg enough. Now, get on the bed.”

And with that, you were pushed forcefully onto a plush mattress. 

The image flashed and suddenly you were on a ship. You could feel the swaying of the vessel under your feet as it pulled into a harbor, the smell of the sea, and the sight of a palace just a carriage ride away. Sailors were bustling around you, tying lengths of rope, dropping anchors, and you watched beside…your parents? 

Your estranged brother, Eric, you recognized. But your parents, they were always a hazy memory. You could still remember your mother’s laugh and the way you would stand on your father’s feet as he held you up and walked. Your childhood seemed so far away–so unreachable. 

But what were these visions plaguing you, and why did they feel more like memories rather than dreams?

#regina mills x reader #regina mills #once upon a time

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The more I’m on tumblr the more I start shipping these two

Ain't no way those motherfuckers put those bitches looking at each other like that and expected us to believe they weren't madly in love

"she didn't want anything to do with me"

"I have to say goodbye to the thing I love most"

And with those lines??

bonus points:

#it’s wild #I’ve never shipped them until now #but maybe that’s because #I had a lot of internalized #homophobia #in middle school