‘ all i’m saying is, ’ whatever it was she was saying, it was quite loud. intentionally, considering his highness was just within earshot. ‘ it’s not exactly hard to keep crime rates low in the woodlands. there’s only, like, five people in the whole fable community who can afford to live here. but let’s ignore the root of the problem, huh ? ’ / @bemonsters .
‘ i’m not in the mood, david ! ’ she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of her jumping, but her arms are both above her head reaching for the object david held in his grasp. ‘ stop it! i know i’m short, you don’t have to remind me ! ’ she steps back with a huff, stamping her foot. she doesn’t say anything else, just glares at him. / @bemonsters!
For so long, the thought of delivering such news to her face to face had been nothing but a pipe dream. So distant, so out of reach that it could not exist anywhere outside his dwellings. When their daughter arrived, it started to feel more real. Each passing day that Evie was there getting closer to King Ben, David could feel that his hopes of seeing his wife again could turn to reality. By the time they had concocted the plan that would make it true, what was a faint idea of her reaction had become a detailed picture in his mind.
And still, perfect as it was in his imagination, it was nothing compared to what he was seeing now. No attempt made by his memory could’ve reproduced the brightness of her smile, so mighty it consumed him. Nothing could replicate the dulcet tones of her voice, the joy he felt in hearing the relief in it. And most of all, there was nothing he’d ever known to be as sweet as the taste of her lips against his.
David lets himself get carried into the moment all too gladly; they’d both waited long enough to earn the right to enjoy it for all they could muster. He holds her close, kisses her fiercely, and commits every last bit of this to memory so it could never be taken from them again. A need for air reminds him of the clock ticking against them, and it is with regret that he parts from her.
❛ We need to hurry. ❜ He pulls away only enough to catch her gaze in his, with a hand cupping her cheek. ❛ Me and Evie agreed to meet at the bridge in an hour. Get the things you need, we can’t be late. ❜
heart soars, carrying her with it. her hands had not stopped moving aimlessly over him, hovering just far enough they didn’t touch, and though she doesn’t really know what he is saying, she can sense the urgency in his words. hurry. an hour. things you need. late. her mind was racing beyond her control, but when warm brown met steady blue she found herself grounded once more, stilling erratic movements.
‘ i have everything i need. ’ her voice is soft, barely a whisper, but so sure as she looks at him a moment longer. regina had not brought any of her belongings to this place. she had assumed they would be destroyed or stolen, and evie brought that which mattered to auradon when she left. in this big, empty, crumbling castle all that she needed was those she loved, her family.
when she finally steps back, she doesn’t go far. she creates the space for them to begin moving, for she could stand there in his arms for the rest of her life if not prompted otherwise. ‘ it’s not far from here, but it’s going to be dark soon. we should go now and wait there. ’ a pause as she looks at his face once more, as if he could still disappear at any moment. ‘ it will give me some time to yell at you about all of this before we see her. ’ the smirk that plays on her face is bright and mischievous, light behind her eyes almost childish in its flickering. she could pretend there was a lecture awaiting him, but they both knew her joy would supersede any argument she could muster. though, he could not fully escape some sort of speech about the irresponsibility of their endeavor. ' i can’t believe you let her send you on a quest. ’
Something about this feels easy to him, which is more than it could be said for any other part of his supposed re-entry into this world. Words of comfort, gestures of comfort are etched in his mind, and they all work on their own accord. Maybe, before the accident, he was always there for her like this. He was the someone she could rely on. Hopefully, he was good at it.
❛ Look, I know I don’t remember much, but I’m willing to bet you’re not the kind to give a crap about what others think of you. ❜ He offers with a smile that turns to a small, breathless chuckle to cut through any remaining tension. He can even ignore the bit about sticking around, forgetting to feel awfully guilty about it. ❛ You’re the mayor. You can’t always be pleasing everyone. ❜
But maybe he did feel guilty, after all. The thought of her having to stick it out in this town alone, raising their son and dealing with the loss that came with his absence ––– it’s a load for anyone to carry. He can figure why it could make her not so personable at times. David, despite the voice that tells him not to, leans closer to her and lays a kiss on her forehead. All he was ready for as they were. ❛ Trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna stay well put in your corner. ❜ And then he smiles, more to sell it to himself than her.
it baffled her, the way he so easily bent to comfort her. though his guilt and confusion were clear to her, the way he navigated this new world was unlike anything she expected. her own gentleness was feigned to sell a story that should never have been written. his kindness showed on instinct, though. no ulterior motive could be found and that unsettled her to her very core. it was unlike anything she had experienced in the last few decades of her life.
she wanted to get lost in the game, forget she was even playing, but that was dangerous, and strategy was of import. emma’s arrival to town caused a clear shift in their hidden corner of the world and damage control was required almost immediately. any slip could unravel the entire thing. the thought pushes a sigh from her lips, barely audible. ‘ i don’t care what people think of me until it starts affecting henry. which it has. he really needs you right now. ‘
the prince that regina remembers would never turn down a heroic quest, and if she could keep him occupied with some vague purpose it would hopefully distract him. she needed him present, but not present enough to realize that something was off about storybrooke. ‘ these first few weeks are going to be hard on all of us, but i do. i trust you. ’
❛ I’m gonna give you the chance to stop right now. ❜ Announces Captain America, standing before her with his shield in hand and hands curled into fists. Despite his words, he was ready for a fight. ❛ Let those people go and we can end this without anybody getting hurt. ❜ He doubted she would take the offer. They never took the offer.
‘ what is it with you heroes and your chances ?’ raspy drawl drips from her lips, thick like honey. she’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, supporting her weight with her hip. ‘ you know, these things would be so much simpler for you if you would just do what needed to be done. ’ dark brow is risen, click of her tongue echoing at the end of her sentence as her head shakes slowly. of course she wouldn’t take the offer.
IMPORTANT.This blog does not follow Once Upon a Time canon. Iβve written OUAT canon as my main verse before, but I no longer will be defaulting to it. My main verse follows the events of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs with influence from ABCβs Once Upon a Time, Vertigoβs Fables comics and my own headcanons and ideas. More on that can be found below, as well as a biography of that verse, which you can find here. I do, however, have a verse that follows Once Upon a Time canon. I will almost always only use it by request. Canon divergences for that verse can be found here.
DISCLAIMER. Everything on this blog has been made by me, unless otherwise credited. Regina Mills is not my character. Once Upon a Time is not my show. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is not my movie. I donβt work for Disney. I do, however, claim all writing, headcanons, portrayal details, graphics and coding seen on this blog. I do not condone stealing. It will lead to an instant block from me, and trust me, I will notice.
TRIGGERS. All triggers will be tagged, but be aware, this blog will include mentions of child, marital, and sexual abuse, mental illness, death, and possibly more within it's main canon. Anything that you need tagged, that you notice I am not tagging, please let me know. Somethings may slip through the cracks, but I definitely do not want to make anyone uncomfy and have no problem tagging something I hadn't been previously, being more rigorous in tagging a certain topic, etc. Just communicate that to me, and I will be happy to do so.
MUN. My name is Jess, I use she/her pronouns, and I'm nineteen.
MUSE. My interpretation of Regina is entirely reimagined and though the world and story are based around Once Upon a Time, Regina's characterization is not. My Regina is extremely headcanon based with a strong influence and preference for Disney's original Evil Queen. Though I draw inspiration from Once Upon a Time, I do not claim that my interpretation of Regina is anything like her canon characterization.
CONTENT. I do not write smut. I don't tolerate any hate or entertain any public drama. I don't post rude, insulting, or hateful messages, anon or otherwise. All negativity will be tagged as such. I am, above all, here to have fun and be creative.
CONTACT. I'm always available through my askbox, through dms, or on discord. Discord is mutuals only, however, We do not have to be mutuals for you to talk to me ooc. I don't bite and I'm always happy to help with resources, coding questions, photoshop questions, etc.
MORE DISCLAIMERS. I work nearly full time. I will try my hardest to push drafts out in a timely manner, but it will be a process and I don't want there to be an expectation of same day replies.
PREFERENCES AND STYLE. Although I enjoy and prefer a multi - para style of writing, I have no problem with short stuff. One - liners will be far and few, and I write in a detail heavy, dialogue average style. I would not call my style prose - y, but it may lean that way at times.
PLOTTING. I absolutely love established and detailed plots, I love world building and creating universes and plots for our characters to interact within. My dms are always open for plotting with mutuals. No idea is a bad idea and during creativity droughts, all it takes is one idea to get something going.
IMPORTANT. The nature of a relationship (familial, platonic, romantic, sexual, enemies, etc.) is always open for interpretation, however, I reserve the right not to ship if I don't see Regina interacting that way with your character.
SEXUALITY. Regina doesn't personally identify any sort of way. She tends to follow her heart when it comes to partners, has used sex indiscriminately as a means to an end. Identifying herself in that regard has never interested her, but I often refer to her as bisexual or queer, because she is definitely not straight.
FORCE SHIPPING. Will not be tolerated. Will result in a warning, following a soft block if the problem persists.
NOTE. Just because I may not want to plot a romantic relationship with your character does not mean that I do not want to interact. Sometimes a particular plot or nature of a relationship may not work, but I am always willing to try something new or start fresh with new ideas.
BEFORE
coming soon.
SNOW WHITE &THE SEVEN DWARVES
πΆπ΅πͺπ¬ πΌπ·πΆπ΅ π¨ π»π°π΄π¬ in a castle just across the way, the king and queen of the silver realm lived peacefully. their kingdom prospered and there was little conflict. happily, the realms lived, until a nearby country started to fail financially. desperate to save their kingdom, a war was struck, and nearly all neighboring monarchies were dragged into the bloody feud. favors were exchanged, alliances were formed, and the war raged on for three years.
then, on a day when storms rolled in like a bad omen, among the bustle of the castle preparing for the queenβs birthday, the news came. king daniel was dead. with the loss of their strongest ally, the war was won and the victors took what they pleased. desperate to save her true loveβs kingdom, regina remarried. her mother convinced her it was the only way to save their home. her second husband, the king of the white kingdom and a recently widowed man himself, had a young daughter, snow white. snow and her step - mother, though very different in background, became close. still, regina could never banish the empty feeling in her chest that lingered day by day.
months after her wedding day, a mysterious gift arrived, addressed to her majesty. upon first glance, the strange object seemed to be an ornate mirror, antiquated and dusty. there was no note attached, and thus no trace of who could have sent the package. and so, tentatively, the object is hung in the queenβs bedroom.
it was not long after that regina started experiencing strong emotions, thoughts flooding her mind that had existed only in her subconscious. voices echoing, exacerbating hurt and trauma that she had tried so hard to stuff away. anger, jealousy, regret, pain : they all bubble to the surface, eating away at her heart and at her mind. then, the mirror speaks to her. just whispers at first, but then so loudly she could no longer ignore it. they like her more. sheβs fairer than you. she is loved. you are not. the kingdom will never love you. the only person who would ever love you is gone.
it was enough to drive anyone mad. insecurities consumed her, hatred growing like weeds in her heart. denser became her rage the longer she endured the kingβs cruel treatment and disregard for the kingdom that was once herβs. envy pointed her attention to his dear snow white. dark thoughts clung to her mind like cheap window drapes as the mirror chipped away at the goodness in her heart. it wasnβt long before she decided: the king must die.
poison would be the culprit, slipped into his wine, taking him in his sleep. though she wanted nothing to do with his country, her own kingdom was her right. still, talks of a coronation for her step - daughter began, regina once again looked over and ignored. desperation caused her to seek out a dark wizard, pleading for his help with what little was left of her. he told her he could offer her a way out, could teach her the black magic her own mother had practiced in secret. with seemingly nothing left to lose, she went under his training, planning for the moment she could take back what was herβs.
in the time between, snow white was dressed in rags, hidden away from the rest of the kingdom βtil she seemed more like a myth than a princess. she was distracted with chores and other petty activities as the queen stayed hidden away, waiting...until one day, a young prince found himself in their garden, smitten with the princess. watching from her room, regina knew she had little time left. she employed a huntsman to follow the girl into the meadow, to cut out her heart and return it to him.
though the huntsman bought the girl time, his stunt only angered the queen further, and she ran to her dungeon to brew a spell so volatile it would rid her of her problems once and for all. a beautiful red apple, shiny and bright, would be her weapon. an old hag, dressed in a dark cloak was her disguise. then, she headed past the seven hills, delivering snow whiteβs fate to the doorstep of the seven dwarves.
true loveβs kiss would prevail this time, though. her curse would be broken and snow white would go on to marry the prince. it was happily ever after, or so they thought. the loss only provoked regina further, sending her searching for a way to exact revenge once and for all. a dark curse: one which would bring them to a world with no happy endings, void of magic and mystery. a land without magic, plagued with despair and tragedy. it was there that regina became the mayor of her small town: storybrooke. nestled right next to new york city, on the border. there, they are integrated with this worldβs society, everyone but regina unaware of their pasts.
AFTER
coming soon.
CROSSOVER
DESCENDANTS. A queen with no crown was hardly a queen at all. And regina; without her magic or her mirror, was weak. She was left to pick up the broken pieces her broken curse left behind. When the mirror was shattered, when all of the villains were stripped of their powers and sent off to the isle, the former queen was left a shell, powerless and vulnerable. / FULL BIO.
DESCENDANTS ALT. Regina is the daughter of the queen of hearts, princess of wonderland and heir to the throne. Though the kingdom fears her motherβs wrath, the princess is beloved for her kindness, despite her unfortunate inheritance of the queenβs temper. When king beast banishes the villains to the isle, he banishes the queenβs entire court, including regina. Her appeal will not be accepted for over a decade. / BIO UNDER CO.
FABLES. After escaping the Homelands, preceded by a promise to be rid of the magic mirrorβs curse, she joined a group of witches and warlocks who used their powers to protect fabletown. The former queen resides on the thirteenth floor with her fellow witches, but doesnβt always agree with them. the monopoly they held over magical spells and enchantments had never set well with regina, but there was little she could do about it. Right ? / FULL BIO.
