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You didn't give up on me even when you nearly froze to death in that ice cave, so I'm not giving up on you now.

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Do I need to be worried about you, Miss Swan?

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#she may be the dark one #but she’s still gorgeous af

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Em-ma Swan 

Em-ma Swan 

Em-ma Swan

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At the sensation of the Queen’s lips crashing back onto hers, it elicited a soft moan from Emma. Her own desire had flared to life, as her tongue danced with Regina’s, their mouths moving in perfect harmony. With a hunger to be closer, Emma’s hands slid over the Queen’s waist, her fingers teasing the curves of her body, craving to explore every inch. 

Then a sly smirk spread across Emma’s face, as she revealed in delight at the Queen’s bold move to whisk them away to the bedchambers. As the pins came loose, her blonde tresses cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with a wild, untamed beauty. The Dark Swan’s eyes locked with Regina’s, and she purred, “It seems, Your Majesty, you’re eager to get me out of my armor.” 

But before she gave Regina a chance to respond, Emma’s mouth found its way right on the woman’s neck, kissing her wildly, her heated lips tracing a fiery path along the soft skin. At the same time, the blonde’s hands were guiding the Queen backwards towards the bed. With a gentle but firm push, she watched as Regina fell back onto the luxurious mattress. The moonlight was streaming in through the tall windows and shining down on the Queen, like a silver spotlight. 

Emma’s heart quickened as she glanced down at the woman, her beauty illuminated by the soft, lunar glow. “You’re so damn beautiful,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. The blonde leaned down, her body melting onto Regina’s, as her lips claimed the Queen’s skin as she continued her trail of kisses down her neck. Her mouth was hot and demanding, sucking, and nipping at the woman’s tender flesh.

 “Hmmm..” she hummed deeply, as she knew they needed to shed their attire. With the use of her magic, she stripped them both bare, and Emma’s lips descended further. She kissed her way down the curve of Regina’s breast, as her mouth took her nipple in, sucking gently. While her hand drifted to the other breast, her fingers kneading the soft flesh, as she indulged in the intimacy with the Evil Queen. 

The Serum’s Curse 🧪

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The Charmings would stop at nothing to ensure their daughter’s light remained untainted. Upon the discovery of the serum that Regina had taken to rip the Evil Queen from her vessel, became a beacon of hope for the couple. With Dr. Whale by their side, they orchestrated the harrowing events that would soon unfold. In the depths of the asylum’s cold, sterile room, they carefully administered a sedative to Emma Swan. “This is for the best, Emma,” Snow murmured, tears brimming in her eyes, but she knew in her heart of hearts it needed to be done. When Dr. Whale injected the serum into the blonde’s veins, everyone held their breaths. 

Then, with a primal scream, Emma’s darker self erupted from her, the Dark Swan. With Regina’s assistance, they were able to send their daughter’s evil half and the Evil Queen to the wish realm. Where they would be far far away, only to release havoc in another world. 

A flash of light pulled the blonde through the portal, and she tumbled from one world to another with an unsettling grace. As she landed, the soft earthy scent of the Enchanted Forest hit her and she needed a moment to register what had happened. “Regina…” she whispered to no one, disoriented as she smoothed her hands over the moss-laden ground beneath her. As she rose, she glanced around, seeing she was no longer in Storybrooke. She had been exiled, but she also noticed right away that she couldn’t feel any of Emma’s light magic in her. She was finally free, and didn’t have to tolerate hearing the Savior’s thoughts anymore. 

She looked around, her emerald orbs glittering dangerously against the waning light. She caught the silhouette of the Evil Queen sprawled nearby, fuming with the dark magic coiling around her. Emma could also feel it wrapping around herself, it felt intoxicating—no more light magic.

“Welcome to paradise, your majesty. Looks like even you weren’t able to stop Regina and the Charmings..” she purred, a smirk curling her lips. Her voice was smooth, low and seductively confident—a delightful mockery of the Emma that once was. 

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The Sheriff felt a shiver creep down her spine as Elsa’s icy blue eyes locked onto hers, sharp with questions and a hint of fear. The air in the shop seemed to grow colder, and Emma’s eyes darted to the woman’s hands, her expression shifting from surprise to caution. She took a subtle step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her gun. “Whoa, easy,” Emma warned, her gaze fixated on Elsa, suspicious of her next move. 

“You’re in Storybrooke, Maine. I’m Emma Swan, the Sheriff here.” She said, her hand still on her gun, though the grip had relaxed slightly. The blonde couldn’t believe what she was witnessing, was magic real after all? 

“Who’s Anna?” Emma asked, her voice softer, curiosity seeping into her tone. Bravery was kicking in, and she took a step forward, scanning Elsa’s face, trying to gather as much information as she could.

“And what the hell is going on? One minute I’m searching for something to save my friend, and the next thing I know, you’re appearing from a blue liquid.” she pressed, her voice shaking slightly. “How did you get in that urn?” Emma’s voice rose, her words tinged with urgency.

Frozen Sparks ❄️

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A seemingly innocent apple turnover, gifted by Regina Mills, had caught the attention of Mary Margaret, as it was set on the kitchen counter. Emma Swan had left it there in the loft, with the plan of eating it later. But the kind-hearted schoolteacher fell victim to the poisoned pastry, and she ended up in the hospital. Dr. Whale was baffled; with no physical wounds or apparent illness, he had no explanation for the woman’s current state. It caused Emma to feel frustrated, she demanded answers, but none were forthcoming. Henry, her son, had been persistent in making his blonde mother believe in the Storybook. With another attempt, he pulled the book from his bag, and went over the page about The Evil Queen and Snow White. Desperation was taking hold of Emma, and she finally was starting to believe in Henry’s words. At this point she knew Regina was behind all of this, and so she found herself heading towards Mr.Gold’s shop for help. 

“Mr. Gold? Are you here?” The blonde called, her voice echoing in the empty shop. Pieces of forgotten history adorned the shelves, catching Emma’s attention. When her calls were met with silence, a sense of urgency overcame her. Henry had told his mother how Gold, was actually Rumplestiltskin—that there must be something in his shop that could help save Mary Margaret. With little other choice, Emma began to explore the wares, running her fingers over old books, trinkets, and dusty artifacts. A peculiar urn that was covered in intricate carvings, called to her, inviting her to touch it. 

Clumsily, as she leaned closer, her elbow accidentally nudged it and knocked it over. The lid flew off, and from within spilled forth a dazzling blue liquid that swirled around on the wooden floor. To Emma’s astonishment, the liquid took shape, coalescing into a figure—a woman clad in a gown, her platinum blonde hair braided down her back. 

Emma’s eyes widened in disbelief, she was both fascinated and fearful. “Who…who are you?” She stammered, waiting for the mysterious figure to turn around. 

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The Dark Swan, outside the Mayor’s office ;)

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u guys liked, huh?

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@serumevilqueen 🖤

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How to calm your True Love  Evil Queen

inspired by twitter meme

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Addicted to Your Love

“Love is a web, entangling two souls, pulling them closer."

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The smirk on Emma’s face deepened as she contemplated The Evil Queen’s remark. There was something about being called upon for Regina’s dirty work that exhilarated her darkened heart. The blonde took one last look at the peasants trembling before them, a reminder of the power she and the brunette possessed. She could get used to causing havoc among so many innocent souls, in this new realm. 

Once they were back at the castle, Emma’s gaze swept over Regina as she began to speak. The corners of her mouth curled upward in a devilish smirk. “Repay me? Well, you could start by letting me teach you how to show proper gratitude,” she quipped, her voice dripping with both playfulness and temptation. 

“Or perhaps,” she continued, drawing closer, her breath mingling with Regina’s. “You could just kiss me again, and spare us both the pleasantries.” Without waiting for a response, Emma pressed the Queen’s back against the cool stone wall, the dim light of the castle dancing across their faces. Her hand grasped Regina’s jaw, fingers wrapping around her cheek, and seized her lips into a fierce, passionate kiss. 

After some moments, Emma’s lips parted from Regina’s, her breath ragged from the fervent kiss. She pulled back, her eyes burning with intensity as she surveyed the brunette’s flushed face. “That should suffice, for now,” she whispered, her voice husky and confident. Her fingers drifted up, tracing the contours of Regina’s jawline with a possessive touch, and her gaze never leaving the Queen’s beautiful face. 

The Serum’s Curse 🧪

@serumevilqueen

The Charmings would stop at nothing to ensure their daughter’s light remained untainted. Upon the discovery of the serum that Regina had taken to rip the Evil Queen from her vessel, became a beacon of hope for the couple. With Dr. Whale by their side, they orchestrated the harrowing events that would soon unfold. In the depths of the asylum’s cold, sterile room, they carefully administered a sedative to Emma Swan. “This is for the best, Emma,” Snow murmured, tears brimming in her eyes, but she knew in her heart of hearts it needed to be done. When Dr. Whale injected the serum into the blonde’s veins, everyone held their breaths. 

Then, with a primal scream, Emma’s darker self erupted from her, the Dark Swan. With Regina’s assistance, they were able to send their daughter’s evil half and the Evil Queen to the wish realm. Where they would be far far away, only to release havoc in another world. 

A flash of light pulled the blonde through the portal, and she tumbled from one world to another with an unsettling grace. As she landed, the soft earthy scent of the Enchanted Forest hit her and she needed a moment to register what had happened. “Regina…” she whispered to no one, disoriented as she smoothed her hands over the moss-laden ground beneath her. As she rose, she glanced around, seeing she was no longer in Storybrooke. She had been exiled, but she also noticed right away that she couldn’t feel any of Emma’s light magic in her. She was finally free, and didn’t have to tolerate hearing the Savior’s thoughts anymore. 

She looked around, her emerald orbs glittering dangerously against the waning light. She caught the silhouette of the Evil Queen sprawled nearby, fuming with the dark magic coiling around her. Emma could also feel it wrapping around herself, it felt intoxicating—no more light magic.

“Welcome to paradise, your majesty. Looks like even you weren’t able to stop Regina and the Charmings..” she purred, a smirk curling her lips. Her voice was smooth, low and seductively confident—a delightful mockery of the Emma that once was. 

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Emma stepped closer to the fire, her eyes reflecting the flames. “I think you might come to find out, you like having me around.” She tilted her head, meeting the Evil Queen’s smirk with one of her own, she couldn’t help but get lost in her dark beautiful features. At the mention of needing servants, it intrigued Emma’s interest, she could easily get used to living like a Royal. “Absolutely, let’s not waste a second more.” The blonde grinned devilishly and used her magic to arrive with Regina at the village. 

The Evil Queen’s theatrics had captivated Emma; she found the woman’s terrifying charm very attractive. Seeing the peasant villagers scurrying like frightened rabbits, was incredibly amusing. The blonde’s grin deepened as she watched the horrified look on the young woman’s face, she could see how much fear Regina could instill in people. “I think she’ll do perfectly.” Emma hissed as she came closer to the young woman, seeing her eyes only widen at the sight of the two evil women. 

Suddenly, from the dense treetops surrounding the village, the distinct sound of a bowstring twanged, the lethal arrow flying through the air directly toward Regina’s back. Emma’s instinct kicked in, she raised her hand, her dark magic making the arrow crumble instantly. 

“Looks like someone already wants to bring you to your demise, your majesty.” The blonde raised her brow, as her eyes narrowed in on the lush forest. “Are you sure you don’t want me around? I just saved your life.” She smirked, as her emerald eyes pierced into Regina’s. 

The Serum’s Curse 🧪

@serumevilqueen

The Charmings would stop at nothing to ensure their daughter’s light remained untainted. Upon the discovery of the serum that Regina had taken to rip the Evil Queen from her vessel, became a beacon of hope for the couple. With Dr. Whale by their side, they orchestrated the harrowing events that would soon unfold. In the depths of the asylum’s cold, sterile room, they carefully administered a sedative to Emma Swan. “This is for the best, Emma,” Snow murmured, tears brimming in her eyes, but she knew in her heart of hearts it needed to be done. When Dr. Whale injected the serum into the blonde’s veins, everyone held their breaths. 

Then, with a primal scream, Emma’s darker self erupted from her, the Dark Swan. With Regina’s assistance, they were able to send their daughter’s evil half and the Evil Queen to the wish realm. Where they would be far far away, only to release havoc in another world. 

A flash of light pulled the blonde through the portal, and she tumbled from one world to another with an unsettling grace. As she landed, the soft earthy scent of the Enchanted Forest hit her and she needed a moment to register what had happened. “Regina…” she whispered to no one, disoriented as she smoothed her hands over the moss-laden ground beneath her. As she rose, she glanced around, seeing she was no longer in Storybrooke. She had been exiled, but she also noticed right away that she couldn’t feel any of Emma’s light magic in her. She was finally free, and didn’t have to tolerate hearing the Savior’s thoughts anymore. 

She looked around, her emerald orbs glittering dangerously against the waning light. She caught the silhouette of the Evil Queen sprawled nearby, fuming with the dark magic coiling around her. Emma could also feel it wrapping around herself, it felt intoxicating—no more light magic.

“Welcome to paradise, your majesty. Looks like even you weren’t able to stop Regina and the Charmings..” she purred, a smirk curling her lips. Her voice was smooth, low and seductively confident—a delightful mockery of the Emma that once was. 

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Frozen Sparks ❄️

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A seemingly innocent apple turnover, gifted by Regina Mills, had caught the attention of Mary Margaret, as it was set on the kitchen counter. Emma Swan had left it there in the loft, with the plan of eating it later. But the kind-hearted schoolteacher fell victim to the poisoned pastry, and she ended up in the hospital. Dr. Whale was baffled; with no physical wounds or apparent illness, he had no explanation for the woman’s current state. It caused Emma to feel frustrated, she demanded answers, but none were forthcoming. Henry, her son, had been persistent in making his blonde mother believe in the Storybook. With another attempt, he pulled the book from his bag, and went over the page about The Evil Queen and Snow White. Desperation was taking hold of Emma, and she finally was starting to believe in Henry’s words. At this point she knew Regina was behind all of this, and so she found herself heading towards Mr.Gold’s shop for help. 

“Mr. Gold? Are you here?” The blonde called, her voice echoing in the empty shop. Pieces of forgotten history adorned the shelves, catching Emma’s attention. When her calls were met with silence, a sense of urgency overcame her. Henry had told his mother how Gold, was actually Rumplestiltskin—that there must be something in his shop that could help save Mary Margaret. With little other choice, Emma began to explore the wares, running her fingers over old books, trinkets, and dusty artifacts. A peculiar urn that was covered in intricate carvings, called to her, inviting her to touch it. 

Clumsily, as she leaned closer, her elbow accidentally nudged it and knocked it over. The lid flew off, and from within spilled forth a dazzling blue liquid that swirled around on the wooden floor. To Emma’s astonishment, the liquid took shape, coalescing into a figure—a woman clad in a gown, her platinum blonde hair braided down her back. 

Emma’s eyes widened in disbelief, she was both fascinated and fearful. “Who…who are you?” She stammered, waiting for the mysterious figure to turn around. 

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ONCE UPON A TIME 4.02, White Out

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Now I ask you: how will we manage without the steadiness of our long unhappiness?

And when our city burned, we stood in the ashes, and admired each other’s bodies.

We loved like we fought; slugging our way toward each other, sending up flares to announce our advance.

Song of Some Ruins by Marilyn Krysl