#sq25?

[avatarena]

Help I think I'm obsessed with making these 😭😂

These are for you especially @cinnonym cuz I know you love them 🫶🏻

[thatbitchwhowritesstuff]

did somebody do that meme already? Am I too late ?

[italianbeatrice]

Personally I started using it because @cinnonym mentioned something like seeing and hoping for a big renaissance of the SQ fandom in 2025 (IIRC). And since I am late to the fandom and missed the golden era, I very much enjoy that so much new content is still being made, including your gifs.

I hope I am not "mis-crediting" the tag; so they can confirm if they came up with the idea (if they want to, no pressure).

Also I personally mostly use it for recent/new content, not simply reblogs of old stuff, but reblogs too if there is new material added.

That's just me, though.

i need to know if i'm missing something with the sq25 tag bc there's multiple people using it, does it mean something or are more than one person just coincidentally using it to track which swan queen posts they share in 2025

[kurtsvonneslut]

for my lovely moots/followers who weren’t in the fandom when this happened, here’s the clip of lana parrilla proudly revealing that she’s read sq fanfic

i believe this was 2016

[cinnonym]

I know that every fanfic approaches this differently, and I love it, but I think at the end of the day, my headcanon is that the moment Emma falls in love with Regina is in Neverland, after they saved Henry. After Regina admitted that a) she regretted nothing because everything she did ultimately resulted in her having Henry and b) that Henry is all she has. When they hug Henry on the ship, and when Emma glances up to look at Regina, I think that's when she has her italicised-oh moment.

[yakemierda]

i rewatched bound and said what the hell sure, there must be an AU somewhere on AO3

[italianbeatrice]

I find it quite amusing (and soul lifting) when I spot familiar names in the kudos lines of works I am leaving kudos to on ao3. I saw those names so many times that I recognize some. One in particular, they must be late to the fandom like me, no matter what I read - whether a new fic, or something from 2016 - I find their name there among the kudos, just 4 or 5 spots ahead of me. I know nothing about them and they probably don't know I exist.

But I've come to sort of look for their name and when I find it, it's like a pat on the shoulder telling me "Good taste once again, sister!" :D

[snowivyimconfusi]

A little SwanQueen sketch I wrote today, it's completely extemporaneous so I don't know....i don't know if it's any good lol sorry. BUT I have 100 followers on Tumblr so I'm posting it here for you guys, maybe you'll like it🩷🩷. You can probably find it on my AO3 too, when I post it sometime soon.

Angsty SwanQueen (because of course) -- Emma's thirtieth birthday coincides with the anniversary of Henry Mills Sr' death.

Dust particles swirled in the morning light shining through the office's open windows. A soft autumn breeze, unseasonably warm, drifted in, bringing with it the promise of a beautiful day.

Emma stepped in, having stopped to observe the other woman sitting behind her desk, focused on some task or another on her laptop.

"Busy?" Emma said, by way of greeting.

Regina looked up, pushing her reading glasses to the tip of her nose to observe Emma over the rim. "Good morning, Sheriff," she said. "What can I do for you?"

Sauntering in, Emma pulled out a chair and sat in it. "What are you up to?"

Regina gave her a long, hard look. "Are you here to waste my time?"

Emma shrugged in response. When Storybrooke wasn't in crisis, there really wasn't much for her to do. "I actually wanted to…" she stopped, scrunching her nose. She and Regina were friends. Had become friends, with some difficulty, in the years between Emma's arrival and today. Still…Emma interlinked her fingers and leaned back against the chair. Feigning nonchalance. "We're having a little get together for dinner, at Granny's."

Taking her glasses off, Regina leaned back. Her features a mask that gave nothing away.

"I wanted to ask if you…you know, wanted to come."

Regina blinked, and for a moment the mask fell. Surprise parted her lips. "Oh," she said.

So, she did remember what today was.

"Are you…are you sure?"

"Regina," Emma laughed. "Yes, I'm sure."

"I…thank you."

Emma rose, zipping her jacket up. It may have been a particularly warm autumn, but it was still October in Maine. "I'll see you there, then." She headed to the door.

"Emma."

She turned back, stopping on the doorway, eyebrows raised.

"Happy birthday." Regina smiled, and there was a warmth in it that broke Emma's heart. Vulnerability shone in her dark eyes, a sadness that Emma didn't think she could begin to understand.

"Thanks," Emma said, pulling her shoulders in.

"Thirty, huh?"

Emma grinned. "Yep. The big three O."

Tears had gathered in Regina's eyes. She blinked them back, but Emma noticed. She gave her another tight smile— what else could she do? — and headed back to the station.

---------------------------------------------

Henry clambered into the passenger seat of the bug, throwing his backpack unceremoniously onto the backseat.

"Happy birthday, ma!" He threw his arms around Emma, over the center console.

"Thanks, kid." She rubbed his hair, pulling him just a little closer. Today, of all days, she was ever more grateful for him.

"We're having a party, right?"

Emma grinned as the little car roared to life. Pulling out of the school parking lot, she turned to her son. "Party's a big word. It's just dinner."

"Sure it is," Henry laughed. "Grandma won't have anything special planned. For sure. Don't even worry about it."

Oh. Shit. Emma had forgotten her mother's zealous pursuit of happy memories with her. And her thirtieth birthday? Snow would without a doubt try and make it into some special occasion. Emma couldn't exactly blame her, considering thirty years ago, on the date, she'd had to give her up minutes after having given birth to her.

Yet…Emma breathed out. Three years earlier, she'd have never —in a million years!— thought her birthday could be such a contentious date. She'd never even imagined anyone would remember it.

As she drove, the cemetery gates flashed past. A black Mercedes parked on the corner. Emma made a split second decision, pulling in next to it.

She got out of the car, ignoring Henry's confused look, only turning to make sure he was following her down the pavement.

"Where are we going?"

Emma stopped at the little stand next to the gates. Buckets of flowers in every color led the way to the counter, behind which an old, stooped woman sat.

"Pick something," she told her son.

"Who for?" He glanced up at her, no longer smiling, but somber. He was a quick kid, and Emma often wondered who he got it from. Certainly not from her.

"Your grandpa," she said.

Henry chose a mixed bouquet. Red, white and yellow flowers—chrysanthemums, Emma thought— and baby's breath.

The cemetery was empty as they walked down the stone path. Despite the road running next to it, it was always quiet, here, except for the sounds of leaves rustling in the breeze, and birds chittering up high in the branches.

Henry Mills' mausoleum' door was ajar. Emma pressed her lips together, only a little proud of herself for having known she'd be here.

Her son glanced up at her, holding the bouquet close to his chest. His wide, hazel eyes looking for permission, or support. Emma smiled at him and gently pushed him up the steps to the mausoleum. They'd been here a thousand times, now. Always to Regina's lair, deep under the grave.

She followed Henry into the quiet room. It was several degrees colder, in here. And dark. The only light came through the partially open door and a small window high up on the wall.

"Emma?" Regina's voice came from a dark corner. Emma was only able to see her when her eyes adjusted to the low light. She wore black, not that it was unusual for her.

"Hey, mom," Henry said, going to her.

"What are you—" Regina stopped as her son hugged her, her arms wrapping around him.

"We thought we might come…pay our respects," Emma said.

Over their son's head, Regina's eyes met Emma's. They were rimmed with red, like she'd been crying hard, and shone even in the darkness.

"You didn't—"

"We brought flowers," Henry interrupted. He set the bouquet onto the stone coffin.

They stood in silence, Regina's hands on her son's shoulders, Emma next to them. The colorful flowers rested on the coffin, soft petals bending against the hard stone.

"You really didn't have to," Regina murmured. In the darkness, her eyes met Emma's.

"We wanted to," Emma said. She reached out, resting her hand on Regina's shoulder. She felt her breathing hitch, like she was trying not to cry. "We can go," Emma murmured. "If you want to be alone."

Regina didn't speak, she shook her head instead. Then pressed her lips to Henry's hair. "No," she said, voice trembling with emotion.

"You're crying, mom," Henry observed softly.

"Yes," Regina wiped at her cheeks, sniffling, trying to pull herself together. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," he said. "You're allowed to cry."

She laughed at this, the sound mingling with a sob. "He would've liked you," she said. "You're just like him."

Henry smiled, only barely shorter than her now.

"Could you wait outside for a moment?" Regina asked him. "We'll be right there."

Emma's heart jumped in her chest, wondering if she'd done something wrong. If she'd upset her somehow.

"Emma," Regina began when the door closed behind Henry. "I…I don't know what to say." Her eyes searched Emma's face. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, Regina," Emma said, relieved. "I just didn't want you to be alone."

A soft scoff, and Regina was shaking her head. "How can you be so…" she sighed. "So good?"

"What are you talking about?"

Regina looked away, hugging herself close. "Emma, I destroyed your life, that night. I…" A hitched breath. "I killed my father and destined you to growing up alone. I—"

"If it weren't for what you did, we wouldn't have Henry." Emma stepped closer, until the scent of Regina's skin invaded her senses, almost overwhelming. The need to reach out and touch her burned at her fingertips. But she didn't. "I wouldn't have you."

Holding her breath, Emma pulled her over, until she was in her arms, and wrapped them around her small frame. Regina let her, head falling to her shoulder and resting there.

"I'm sorry, Emma," she murmured. "It's your birthday, you shouldn't be here with me—"

"Stop, Regina," Emma sighed, pressing her lips absentmindedly to her hair. "I want to be here. I…I won't pretend to understand what you're feeling, but I wanted to be here."

More than anywhere else, Emma wanted to be there. It didn't matter what Regina had done. That she'd put her father in his grave, that she'd cursed Emma to a lonely childhood. None of it mattered, not anymore. It couldn't take away from the feeling in Emma's chest.

She ran her hands through dark hair, gently pushing Regina's head back until she was looking up at her.

"You don't have to come tonight, If you don't want to."

"Emma," a soft laugh in the semi-dark. "When I killed my father…" she paused to breathe. "It left a hole in my heart. In my soul. One I never thought I'd be able to fill. And then you gave me Henry." Another pregnant pause, perhaps wondering if she'd phrased it wrong. Emma thought not. It made her think of a family. Their family. "And he meant—he means— everything to me. But…" Dark eyes glanced up at Emma. "It was still there, that feeling of emptiness. Not completely, not always, but it was there. And then you came along."

Emma searched her face, her heartbeat picking up in her chest. "Regina…I…" words were failing her. Here, in the dark tomb, all those feelings she'd been bottling up were threatening to spill out into the world. At the sight of dark, misted eyes. Vulnerable eyes.

"I came here to grieve my father," Regina went on, gaze still boring into Emma's. "Alone, just like I was when I killed him. Just like I've always been. And then you came. Despite everything I've done to you."

"None of it matters," Emma said. Hesitantly, she pressed her lips to Regina's forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin.

Then, Regina let her head fall back, and Emma was no longer kissing her forehead, but her lips. Soft and gentle, Regina's fingers tightened around her shoulder. Emma's heart threatened to stop, and her stomach revolted, a million butterflies exploding in it.

Two years earlier, she'd been alone. Celebrating her birthday by making a wish. A wish for a family, for somewhere she belonged.

Maybe wishes were granted, after all.

"Moms?" Henry's voice came through the door, along with a flood of sunlight, revealing exactly what they were doing. "Oh," he said. "Sorry."

Regina stepped away, her cheeks tinging pink. "You should go," she said. "I'm sure you have a lot to do for tonight."

Emma blinked. "Yeah, of course. Yeah." She turned away, towards their son, who stood with his hand on the door handle, looking distinctly embarrassed. "We should go."

"Emma?" Regina called, when they were outside. She stepped out onto the steps. "I'll see you both tonight."

Warmth spread through Emma's chest, and she smiled, wider than she had in a long time.

[swensource]

I'm trying to find a fanfiction story. It's from Once Upon a Time but takes place later in the show or after. Regina and Emma are in a romantic relationship. One night, Regina is visited by her former self, the evil queen. At first, the evil queen is unimpressed with Regina's life but is then interested in the love Regina and Emma have. The evil queen asks Regina to show her what love is like. Regina complies and is later joined by Emma. It is a spicy yet very deep and significant moment of love and healing. Any ideas? I think it was removed earlier this year but I’m hoping to find the author or copy.

sorry, I don't recognise it but I have a brain like a sieve so I don't remember titles/episodes etc that well! 😅 I'll post this here and rb to my personal so if anyone recognises it they can reply!

- sam

[june-rambles]

For the soft asks: 55 for swanqueen? Thank youuuu🥰

yess hi ty for the ask!! hope this is alright. alexa play "fantasy" from mariah carey's album "daydreams" lol

prompt list here and ao3 link here

fic below cut :)

Emma slumped down at her desk, a heavy sigh tumbling from her lips. She had already finished the reports she had been putting off all week, and now was just waiting until she could go home. Her thoughts slowly drifted to the Mayor.

Regina had been on her mind quite a lot recently. The brunette had recently gone undercover with the Queens of Darkness. It had Emma running around in circles like an anxious dog waiting for its owner to come home. 

In hindsight, her insistence about following around might have come off as creepy. Emma had sat with that night for days after, bewildered by the strength of her own emotions. The fear of Regina being in danger had awakened something in her she didn’t want to name. Her and Regina had finally gotten back to a good place. The mayor seemed to have forgiven her for the whole Marion situation, or at least had moved on from it.

Things were good. They were friends. No need to make it complicated.

Yet, sitting alone in the station, her mind ran wild. She could imagine Regina walking in, chastising her for wasting her time doing nothing. Then, the mayor would sigh and shake her head fondly, with that adorable, sweet smile reserved only for Henry and Emma-

Friends, Emma reminded herself. She shoved the dangerous, traitorous idea down and pulled out her phone to check the time. An unread text announced itself with a big read notification symbol. She looked around to make sure she was alone before opening it.

REGINA: I know you’re at work, but Henry had a bad day at school. I was thinking seeing his favorite bad influence at dinner might make him feel better? 

EMMA: rude. i am such a good influence. lol. what are you making?

REGINA: Come find out. 🖤

Emma didn’t need to be face-to-face to have the sense she was being lied to. But that was ridiculous, right? What would Regina be lying about? She almost brushed it off until something strange occurred to her. She pulled up her calendar to double check before shooting off another text to Regina,

EMMA: regina, it's saturday?

REGINA: Ah. I apologize for lying to you.

REGINA: I was trying to surprise you.

EMMA: surprise me with what, dinner? 

REGINA: ..That part was true.

EMMA: if henry wants me to come over you can just say that

REGINA: Well, I would just say that, if Henry was even here.

REGINA: He’s spending the night at a friend’s house.

EMMA: are you trying to invite me over for dinner, just the two of us?

REGINA: Yes.

REGINA: I think I am.

EMMA: just dinner? nothing else?

REGINA: That depends on what you want, Emma.

She chuckled. There was never a world where she would’ve thought the mayor would get shy. 

EMMA: i’ll be there in 10 

EMMA: we’ll definitely talk 

EMMA: 💛

[jelach]

Early-week WIP, bc why not

I finally had some time to write not my SQSN fics this weekend, because the protostar that spiralled finally hit 45k words and came to a nice place to land. So I'm easing myself back into original stuff (as opposed to that which was gloriously inspired by my fantastic artist) with the final spicy chapter that I never wrote on my road trip fic. It's been on the inspo list for ages, but I got distracted by like 120k of 3 side quests... the wider chapter is explicit, but this bit isn't graphic, more focussed on feelings.

Enjoy!

“God, I have loved you for so long,” Regina replied, and oh. Emma had been so fucking dense. 

It had been teasing her all of the previous day, the gentle admission of Regina’s softness towards her. But if she were honest with herself, it had been building for months - or years, likely. So she shouldn’t be as surprised as she was at the way her heart fucking soared at Regina’s words.  

Emma’s thoughts were all over the place, and she took a minute to process the tide of feeling that Regina had put in motion.

Regina had other ideas. 

“And I have wanted you for even longer,” Regina choked on thinly veiled lust that was set to fucking ruin the pair of them. 

Emma could tell that it was the truth, as there was not an ounce of disquiet in her chest. And truthfully, she would've had to have been blind to have missed the way Regina had looked at her in the beginning of their tempestuous relationship. That twin flame desire was something that she had felt with her own aching hunger, then pushed it down so far that she had managed to forget it somehow. Of course, she’d had to repress it then, because Regina had been different then. Manipulative, destructive, and completely fucking devastating with everything that she was. But definitely not something that Emma could have withstood and managed to keep Henry. And he was the reason all of this crazy stuff mattered, so there was no way in hell she could have lost him.

Now, of course, everything was completely different. Regina had put in the admirable work of atoning for her sins, of making friends with those who had hurt her, of returning to nature over the nurture that had been twisted with a thorn-like grasp around her heart. And she had done all of that for Henry. And perhaps, a tiny yet hopeful voice shouted in her heart, she had also done it for Emma.

It was part of what made the pair of them work despite all odds, she supposed. Because Emma had gone there too, had felt the vines of her own misguided nurture blacken her heart until it was near pitch. She understood the rich pull of the darkness and the power it afforded a person. Not only that, she had felt the painful tearing of self as she returned to her former goodness. And all of it meant that she loved Regina even more, because she knew how much Regina had overcome in the journey to her perfect self. 

She couldn’t speak, even if she wanted to. It was all too much. Regina’s second admission had catapulted her arousal back to the front of mind, and she felt sopping fabric pulling against the firm peak between her legs as she moved herself against Regina’s upper thigh.

[avatarena]

Please talk to me about them I'm obsessed~

Bonus:

[thatbitchwhowritesstuff]

this promo shoot is still so funny to me they really just gave her a sword, put her in front of a green screen and said « please serve cunt »

[jelach]

Are we going to do this three times because we have three wips? Yeah. Maybe...

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

[kurtsvonneslut]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan Characters: Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Pinocchio | August Booth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe - College/University, Power Play, Forbidden Love, Angst, Smut Summary:

Storybrooke College's fine arts program is one of the best in the country. When Emma Swan gets in off the waitlist, she doesn't hesitate before moving herself and her two-year-old son across the country to attend. However, when she meets the infamous Dr. Mills, all her plans are thrown out the window. How far will she go to impress her strangely alluring professor? And does forbidden fruit indeed taste the sweetest?

NEW CHAPTER 6/19/25

[cinnonym]

what a day to be thinking about "enjoy my shirt. because that's all you're getting"