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Wed, 01 May 2013 05:27:53 -0400

Here Grows the Heart

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 04:20:00 -0400

Title: Here Grows the Heart (1/?)
Author: LittleTayy
Rating: M
Characters: Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Emma Swan, OC
Summary: Driving over the town line she knew it was the best decision she’d ever made in her long, miserable life. A story of growth, love, acceptance and finally finding your happy ending. Regina-centric. Regina/OC. Regina/Henry, Mother/Son bonding. Regina/Emma friendship.
Author’s Note: Well hello there. It’s certainly been a long time since I’ve written to be honest. I was initially hesitant about posting this but, I’m glad I’m going to. This will heavily feature an OC, which I’m quite sure you’ve gathered thus far. This will be a work in progress and because I do go to college full-time, I can’t promise any kind of regular updates. But, if you’ve ever followed or read my stories before you’ll know I’m notorious for irregular updates. Anyway, I really love to see what you think. So please review if you’d like. :) LT.

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Three years was how long it’d taken Henry, and Emma, to find Regina. They’d tracked her all the way down to Los Angles, but much to both their disappointment they’d found that Regina had moved back to the East coast. So now here they were, in a town just out side of Charleston, South Carolina, looking for the right address.

Both their brows furrowed in disbelief when they pulled up to the right address. It was a little two storey brown cottage, with shutters on the windows and a large garden filled with plants and trees. They looked to each other again before Henry looked down at the address, making sure they were at the right place.

“This is the right address, 62 Evergreen Road,” Henry says, pushing his phone in front of Emma’s face, showing the map.

After a moment Emma finally spoke, “Well go on then kid,” she said, tilting her head towards the house. This whole endeavour had been for Henry’s benefit, the now 14 year old had been missing his mother steadily for three years and Emma had decided it was time they’d found the brunette. At least that’s what she tried to convince herself; she didn’t want to admit that she missed Regina too.

Henry sighed, getting out of the car and making his way through the gate and up the path. Stopping in front of the front door, he turned halfway to look back at Emma, worry and anxiety etched on his young features. His blonde mother flashed him what she hoped was an encouraging smile as he turned back around, taking a deep breath and knocking on the old wood of the door.

A silent, awkward moment later the door was pulled open but not by the woman he had expected. Henry instead looked up into the unfamiliar dark blue eyes of a man he’d never seen before. He took a small step back, quickly casting his gaze over the man before him; he was fairly tall, muscled, light stubble across his chin and cheeks, with dark brown hair atop his head.

“Can I uh…help you?” the man asked, his voice deep and smooth. Henry looked up at him again before glancing back at the address on his phone, frowning deeper than before.

“Um, does a Regina Mills live here?” he asked cautiously, taking a little step backwards.

“Yeah, she does kid,” he answered, “I’ll just get her,” he continued, eying the kid suspiciously but turning and walking into the house in search of Regina.

Several moments later, a slightly fidgety Henry looked back up to see his mother and the man standing in the doorway. Regina looked decidedly different, her hair longer and her clothes not the pressed business ensembles Henry had seen through his childhood but it was still his mother. Her eyes and mouth were wide open in surprise and despite the uneasy feeling, Henry beamed up at the mother he hadn’t seen for three years.

“Mom,” he exclaimed happily, throwing his arms around her in a tight hug uncharacteristic of a 14 year old boy.

***

Three Years Ago

“There’s nothing left for me here,” Regina says quietly, tiredly. She is looking towards the blonde saviour, hoping she’d understand.

“What are you talking about Regina? You’ve got Henry and…Me,” she blusters out, partially angry and partially confused. She doesn’t understand what Regina is saying, why she’s making this decision now or how she can possibly change her mind. She doesn’t really think she wants Regina to go but she isn’t sure she wants her to stay either; there are too many conflicting emotions within her to deal with.

Regina scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest almost defensively, “No, I don’t. Henry hasn’t been mine for a long time, you’ve certainly seen to that and I most definitely don’t have you either,” she tells her resignedly.

Regina looks away then, glancing towards her packed car. A suitcase sits on the backseat, filled with close she’ll probably dispose of and a box rests on the floor, filled with her most precious possessions. A photo album of Henry, some of his more sincere gifts, her mothers’ locket and a jewellery box her daddy had given her on her 12th year. It was a dismal showing of her life but there wasn’t much else she wanted to remember, from this land or the other.

“Regina, please, please don’t go,” Emma practically begs although she has no idea why she does. After everything, Emma should truly and utterly hate the woman in front of her but; she just can’t bring herself to. She wants to imagine she only cares because the woman raised Henry, and loved him the best she could, when Emma herself couldn’t; but she can’t be sure it isn’t something more either.

“I’ve made my decision Miss Swan and you won’t persuade me from it,” Regina tells her with a sigh, looking back up to the blonde.

“Right,” the blonde nods in anger, her stubbornness setting in. As much as she knows how wrong it’ll be for Regina to not be here, especially for Henry, she will not fight for her. Regina is the Evil Queen after all, she ruined everyone’s lives and Emma knows she should just be glad the witch wants to leave and yet it doesn’t quite settle right within her.

Regina, seeing that Emma had finally given up almost sighed in relief. She turned towards her car, opening the drivers’ side door but hesitated for a moment. She glanced briefly over her shoulder at the blonde as she spoke, “Tell-tell Henry I love him…please,” she says so quietly Emma almost doesn’t hear it. The blonde says nothing in return, just watches as Regina gets into her Mercedes and pulls out of her drive way without a glance backwards.

Regina drives through town, eyes steadfastly fixed straight ahead. She does not want to reminisce or dig up memories of the last 29 years she’d spent in Storybrooke. She’d thought there’d be tears or some type of emotion as she got closer and closer towards the town line but there is only brief pain of leaving Henry and relief. Relief that she’d finally be leaving her painful past behind and relief that she was going to finally be free, just like she’d always wanted.

Driving over the town line she knew it was the best decision she’d ever made in her long, miserable life.

***

Regina smiled at her lover as he stood across the room from her, holding a lilac paint swatch up against the ugly brown wall of the room they were in. The room had just been cleared out; nothing was in there, in preparation for their painting endeavour. She rested a hand on her rounded belly, rubbing it gently as she thought over the colour; lilac was a pretty colour but she just wasn’t sure it was right.

“What about the sunshine yellow?” she suggests as she moves across the room, plucking the colour swatch from her lovers hand and holding it against the wall.

“I don’t know Regina…isn’t it a bit bright?” the man jokes, looking down at the former queen with a teasing grin.

“Too bright? Honestly Jack,” she laughs, rolling her eyes at her partner. “I think yellow’s the perfect colour for our little one’s nursery,” she continues, smiling up at him sincerely.

Jack Johnson smiles down at his lover, knowing he’ll concede on the yellow because he loves Regina and really, anything that isn’t this ugly brown will be better. He tosses the paint swatches to the ground, stepping forward to pull Regina closer, pecking her lightly on the lips. Regina easily let’s him pull her closer, sighing happily into the kiss, grinning as they pulled away.

“The yellow’s good, anything but this brown,” he says, taking the yellow swatch from her hand and pressing it to the wall. He takes a roll of tape from his pocket and sticks a strip over the edge of the swatch, securing it to the wall. Regina watches him curiously as he taps it, “Now we can just keep that there until we buy all the paint. To remind us what colour we decided on,” he says with a grin and a nod.

Regina nods happily, leaning up to kiss Jack again. Their lips meet sweetly at first but then Regina pushes closer, hands crawling up Jack’s body and tongue swiping at his lip. Jack’s own hands rested gently on her waist, holding her as close as they could get. Their moment however was interrupted by a knocking on the front door, startling them both.

“I’ll get it,” Jack tells her softly, pecking her on the forehead as he left the room. Regina watched after him happily, a surge of love and warmth filling her as she now thought about her life. This had been what she’d always wanted, pure happiness, the kind that came with love and inner peace. Something which she’d never achieved before, something which she was all too afraid would come crashing down around her one day.

She started to make her way downstairs, curious as to who could be at the door. They didn’t know a lot of people here yet, only the people Jack worked for and they certainly wouldn’t just stop by like this. Halfway down the stairs, she see’s Jack at the bottom, looking up at her with a slightly confused expression.

“There’s a kid, at the door for you.”

Regina frowns; she doesn’t know anyone well enough here, especially not a child. She comes the rest of the way down the stairs before speaking, “Did they give you a name?” she asks curiously.

Jack shakes his head, “Nah. Just asked if a Regina Mills lived here. Kid looks about 13 or 14, brown hair, brown eyes. Looks like any other teenager to be honest.”

The description, though vague, sets off a reminder in Regina’s head of a little boy she’d once adopted. She can’t help but think of Henry at the moment, her little boy who would be 14 now; her first child one, one she hadn’t seen in three years. There was a dull pain in her heart as she thought of Henry but she quickly shook it off, he was in the past now and she had to look towards the future; her happy future.

They walk towards the front door, Regina wondering who this kid was that wanted to speak to her. She stopped, frozen in the doorway as she took in the young teenager in front of her. He was slightly taller, less chubby and hair more tousled but she knew, that was her baby boy, her Henry.

“Mom,” he exclaimed happily, and before she could do anything he’d wrapped her tight in a hug. Her own arms automatically came to wrap cautiously around him too before turning her head to look up at Jack. His expression was almost unreadable but she could feel the confusion coming off of him in waves.

Within Shadows - My new original story. Please check it out?

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 05:10:17 -0500

Within Shadows - My new original story. Please check it out?

Awesome Regina/daniel fanfic!

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 07:53:43 -0500

Thanks! :) Which Fic are you referring to though?

Untitled Cora and Regina Fic - Teaser

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 06:24:00 -0500

Untitled Cora and Reguna Fic

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Cora herself tenses only a brief moment before smiling sickeningly sweetly at her daughter. Her arm tightened gently and pulled her closer, their bodies pushed perfectly together. Cora turned to face Regina slightly bringing her hand up to cup Regina’s cheek softly.

“Of course I care for you Regina,” she cooed, confusion settling in her features, “Why would you ask such a thing?”

Regina melted into her mothers touch. She smiled softly, relieved at her mothers answer. Then she frowned, why had she allowed Snow’s words to affect her and make her doubt her own mother? Cora was her blood and the only one in the world who loved her.

“Snow White…she, she doesn’t think you care for me,” she admits quietly, avoiding her mothers gaze.

Cora’s eyes narrowed at Regina’s answer. Anger bubbled up within her but she couldn’t be sure if the anger was at Snow for creating doubt in Regina’s mind or at Regina for doubting her.

“You know that’s not true Regina. You are the only thing in all the realms I truly care for,” Cora told her softly, “I want to show you how much I care for you Regina. I want to prove my love, because I do love you Regina. More than you’ll ever realize,” the elder brunette says, staring intently at Regina, an idea forming in her mind.

Losing Their Favourite Game

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 06:44:33 -0500

Title: Losing Their Favourite Game
Author: LittleTayy
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Regina Mills, Jefferson/Mad Hatter, Emma Swan (Mad Queen)
Summary: And I’m losing my favourite game, you’re losing your mind again.
Author’s Note: So, this is kind of choppy and whatnot but I don’t care. I like it as is. If you find any grammatical or punctual mistakes please do let me know.

I honestly, don’t know where this came from. I’ve been writing it roughly for over 6 months now. I’ve gotten a fair bit written and I figure, why not post it. This is weird, abusive Mad Queen but also strong Swan Queen friendship at the moment. I’m genuinely not sure where this is going though, so don’t expect too much.

I hope you enjoy. Please review! :) LT.

WARNING: This story contains what I consider to be graphic rape scenes. If this is not your thing or you are triggered by such content then I suggest you do not read this story. Please be warned and read at your own risk. Thank you.

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*****

Jefferson frowned as he straddled Regina’s thighs, holding her hands above her head in an iron grip. The brunette beneath him seemed resigned to her fate, not even batting an eyelash at him. He studied her face, eyes closed and lips pressed together, ready to take whatever he dished out.

This wasn’t what he wanted, not at all. He wanted to make her suffer, to hurt her but instead he got this. He wasn’t even sure what to make of it but he knew that he couldn’t go through with it now.

Letting go of her hands he stood from the bed, taking a few steps away. Moments later Regina’s eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him, her eyes confused. She sat up carefully, her mask firmly in place as she waited for something else to happen.

“Why did you stop?” She asked.

“I was going to…take you. By force. I thought it’d humiliate you, make you feel pain but…” Jefferson confessed, gazing at her curiously.

“It would not have worked,” she replied with false bravado.

She knew deep down though that it would have. She would have broken further if he had gone through with it. The amount of pain like this she’d endured during her marriage to Leopold was almost unbearable. Having her last bit of control stripped away from her like that had been and would have been devastating to her psyche.

“Get out,” Jefferson said gruffly as he turned away from her.

“What? But you wanted to punish me, to hurt me,” Regina cried incredulously, not sure why she has this compulsion to destroy herself like this.

Before she knew it Jefferson had her pinned against a wall, cheek pressing in to the wallpaper. He had her skirt pulled up around her waist and her panties bunched at her knees. He pushed into her from behind roughly, one hand clenched in her hair as the other held her around the stomach. He pounded in to her, whispering horrible, degrading things in her ear as she tried not to make a sound. He made her come, something she actually felt ashamed about, as he too spilled himself inside her only moments later.

He slumped against her back, pressing her into the wall for several moments. His breathing was ragged and choppy as she tried to hold back sobs. He moved and pulled out of her, fixing himself before helping her. He pulled her underwear back into place and fixed her skirt before turning her around to face him.

Regina turned to leave, not even glancing at him but he was not having it. He grabbed at her hand,yanking her back to face him as he encased both his hands around her wrists. He pulled her close and kissed her, teeth nipping at her lips painfully and tongue swiping at her own. He ended the kiss when he knew they were both running out of air and pushed her away roughly, banging her in to the wall. She glared at him coldly before quickly making her way out of the room and the house, hoping to scrub away her pain.

Emma’s brows furrowed as she saw Henry’s own frown. He was sitting beside her quietly as she drove him home from school; she and Regina had worked out a deal, allowing Emma to occasionally see Henry. Usually Henry couldn’t stop talking, but this afternoon was different. He barely spoke and seemed to have a permanent frown etched on his young features.

“You alright kid? Something happen at school?” Emma asked, glancing at the young boy.

“No…It’s uh, my mom,” he replied quietly.

“What about her?”

“She had bruises. On her wrists,” Henry said in a tone Emma couldn’t decipher.

“Bruises? Are you sure you weren’t seeing things, Henry?” Emma asked dubiously.

“I know what a bruise looks like Emma,” the boy replied sarcastically. “Just, something wasn’t right with her this morning Emma. I don’t know, but…can you just…make sure she’s okay?”

“Regina, how did you get those bruises?” Emma asked abruptly as she saw that Henry wasn’t seeing things. Those were definitely bruises on the brunette’s wrists.

“I don’t think that’s anyone of your business, Sheriff Swan,” Regina bit out, her voice shaking just a tiny bit.

“I think it is my business,Regina. I don’t think those bruises are the only ones you’re hiding right now. So tell me, what the hell is going on?” Emma demanded as she stepped right in to the Mayors personal space.

Regina glared at the younger woman, hoping the blonde wouldn’t see the tremble in her hands. Emma, however,wasn’t totally oblivious and could tell that being in the Mayors personal space like this was making the other woman anxious. She took a slight step back, her purpose wasn’t to try to intimidate Regina but she could tell the brunette was scared of her presence so close.

“Just leave it, Emma. Please.” Regina told her firmly, although it almost sounded like begging.

“Regina,” Emma started, her hand coming to rest on the brunette’s shoulder.

The terrified, unintentional flinch that overtook Regina confirmed suspicions Emma didn’t even realize she’d had. All the pieces fell in to place and Emma didn’t quite want to believe it.

“Regina were you…were you raped?” Emma asked her voice soft and pleading, hoping the other woman would deny it.

“Miss Swan, I hardly-“

“Answer me, Regina. Were. You. Raped?”

Regina backed away from the blonde, trying to steady her shaky hands as she took a deep breath. She couldn’t show weakness, she couldn’t allow the blonde to potentially use this.

“I was married once. When I was quite young,” she started her voice cold and devoid of emotion.

“What has that got to do with the question, Regina?”

“He was older, much older and quite archaic in his beliefs. He believed as my husband, I was his and he could take anything, anything he wanted. Even if I was…unwilling. So you see, it doesn’t matter what has or has not happened to me because I can take it. I’m not some fragile princess from a fairytale, I do not need someone coming in and rescuing me,” Regina told Emma coldly, no emotion being betrayed through her words.

Her eyes, however, told Emma a different story. Looking into the brunette’s honey-ed eyes, she saw nothing but heartbreak and pain. She saw a broken woman who had put herself back together with hatred and coldness. It was breathtaking for Emma, to see the litany of emotions shining through Regina’s eyes. She couldn’t help the sudden urge to wrap Regina in a hug and keep out all the bad in the world.

“Regina,” Emma whispered breathlessly.

“Don’t, Sheriff Swan. I am perfectly fine and quite capable of looking after myself,” the brunette bit out as she all but pushed Emma towards the door.

“Regina, if someone’s hurt you, you need to tell me. You can’t let them get away with it,” Emma pleaded, stopping in the threshold of the front door.

“Did you ever think, Sheriff Swan, that maybe I like it rough? I didn’t tell him to stop; so there’s nothing really the matter is there?” Regina spat, hoping to dissuade the blonde.

Emma stared back at her in shock, before shaking her head. Of course the thought had crossed her mind but after what she had just admitted, did Regina really expect her to believe that. She all but admitted that even if she had been raped or assaulted even, she wasn’t going to say anything to anyone. It was conditioning at it’s finest, one she certainly hadn’t expected to see from the formidable Mayor and it only made her more determined to find out what was going on.

Heart Beats Under Their Skin

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 23:06:37 -0500

Title: Heart Beats Under Their Skin
Author: LittleTayy
Rating: M
Characters: Regina Mills, Killian Jones/Captain Hook (Hook Queen)
Summary: Hands over hearts, they’re drawn together.
Author’s Note: This was just a little Drabble I wrote after episode 4. I couldn’t help but see the potential between these two characters and their similarities. I hope you enjoy! :) LT.

*****

They lay together on her bed, silk sheets and duvet kicked down to their feet so as not to get in the way. Killian leans over her, hook resting beside her soft, dark hair and his other hand, the one with all five fingers rests atop her breast, feeling her heartbeat. He revels in the fact that he can feel her heartbeat, that her pulse is racing at having him so close.

Her eyes are half shut and she’s gazing up at him through her lashes, knowing exactly what he was doing. She herself had her own hand placed firmly against his chest, his heartbeat strong, steady and racing just as hers. They don’t speak but their heads are so close they are practically sharing breath but neither of them mind.

He leans forward, gently pressing his lips against hers, kissing her in a way he hasn’t kissed anyone in decades. She responds with a happy sigh, letting their mouths meld together deliciously. The hand not resting against his heart wraps around his neck, pulling his head closer to hers, in an attempt to deepen their kiss. He puts up no resistance as his tongue slips between her lips and into her mouth, caressing her tongue vigorously.

They kiss without abandon, their bodies pressed flush against each other now, their naked skin growing feverish.

“I…I can’t say I love you,” she whispered against his ear.

“I know love. Neither can I but…”

“But what?” she asks as her leg slips higher up his waist.

“But…there’s something about you. I want you, just you. I don’t want anyone else to have you,” he grunts almost embarrassed.

Regina moans not knowing how to answer as he thrusts deep inside her. She wants him too, she never wants to let him go. It’s an odd feeling, one she hasn’t felt in years but she won’t call it love. Not yet, maybe not ever and neither will he.

hey have you started any of your prompt yet ?

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 06:49:47 -0500

Hi! Yes I have started on some of them. It’s just, being so close to Christmas I’ve Been working a lot. I will try to get some smaller ones up tomorrow but I can’t make any promises. I’m sorry about the wait. :) LT

Ok then if you dont write swanqueen would you be able to do the same prompt but for evilcharming ?

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 23:55:54 -0500

Hi! Sorry I couldn’t do the Swan Queen prompt but I think I can whip something up for Evil Charming. :)

Are you still taking prompts? IF so, swan queen. Regina and Emma and other people are playing truth or dare at Granny's and both are intoxicated. Ruby dares Regina to give Emma a lap dance. Then things get heated.

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 15:41:00 -0500

I’m sorry anon, I don’t write Swan Queen. Maybe there’s a Swan Queen writer out there who’ll pick this up.

Prompt Me Guys. And I'll write them ALL when I wake up. I need to get my writing muse back.

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 08:45:00 -0500

Prompt Me Guys. And I'll write them ALL when I wake up. I need to get my writing muse back.

Stable Queen: Babies

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 17:42:00 -0500

Babies, Regina/Daniel, 118.
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“Are you ready to see your baby for the first time?” the obstetrician asked jovially.
Both parents to be nodded, excited at the prospect of finally seeing their unborn child. They’d talked about children and now that it was finally happening all so surreal for them both. The doctor spread the cold jelly across Regina’s barely there baby bump, pressing the transducer against cool taut skin.
A moment passed and then the image of inside Regina’s womb appeared on the monitor. Steady heartbeats filled the room but despite that both Regina and Daniel looked worried by the doctors curious expression.
“Is something wrong?”
The doctor smiled, “Not at all. But, congratulations, there are two babies. You’re having twins.”

Heart

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 17:25:23 -0500

Heart, Gen, 105.
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Thrusting your hand into someone’s chest and feeling, taking hold of their heart is an odd, surreal feeling. It shouldn’t be possible, your hand should not be able to puncture skin and it definitely should not be able to take hold of the organ and pull it from someone’s body. Holding someone’s beating heart in your hand gives you an odd sense of power, of being greater than just what you are. Crushing a heart too, gives you the same sense of power and as Regina crushes her first heart she can’t help the odd mix of power and disgust that wells equally within her.

Give me one word and I'll write quick 100 word drabbles.

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 16:41:00 -0500

Give me one word and I'll write quick 100 word drabbles.

Broken Hearts Bleed Together

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 20:32:01 -0500

Title: Broken Hearts Bleed Together (3/?)

Author: LittleTayy

Rating: Teen

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Characters: Regina Mills, Killian Jones/Captain Hook, Cora

Summary: Post-curse. AU. While watching over Regina for Cora, Hook finds himself falling in intrigue with the mysterious and obviously pained Evil Queen. It takes heartbreak to know heartbreak.

Author’s Note: So, I meant to update this on Sunday but then a storm happened and we had a black out. Monday and Tuesday I was working all day and this morning has been my first bit of free time. Some stuff happens in this chapter that is a little less than savoury.

Also, Cora makes her first appearance which I hadn’t planned, it totally just happened.

I also feel it’s prudent to mention that, I haven’t seen passed episode 5 ‘The Doctor’. So, any characterisation, especially of Hook, that is off please forgive me. I’ve not seen a whole lot of his character yet and I also have no idea what Cora’s actual plans are, so this will definitely been canon divergent.

One | Two

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Regina awoke groggily, her ribs aching as she moved to sit up. Her mother’s tortures from the day before could still be felt and sleeping on cold, hard rock hadn’t helped. She leaned her sore body against the dungeon wall, the pain too overwhelming for her to move too far.

The dungeon was dark, as always and Regina couldn’t be sure what time of day it was; at least, not until Hook… Killian, came down with her daily meal. She knew he had said Cora hadn’t manipulated him into this but she knew her mother and she knew there was something else going on that Killian hadn’t learnt about yet.

Still stuck down in a dungeon wasn’t going to help her figure out what her mothers plan was. If Captain Killian Jones was to be believed, and she wasn’t entirely sure she trusted him, than he’d be helping her out of here soon. Of course she wasn’t about to put all her trust and faith in the notorious pirate but there was something about Killian Jones she was drawn to.

She was focusing on her breathing, trying to inhale as much as she could with probably fractured ribs. Her breathing exercises were interrupted however when she heard the tell-tale footfalls of someone descending the stone steps.Regina’s gaze flickered to the heavy wooden door but only for a moment before she turned her attention straight ahead, trying to keep her expression blank.

Moments later and the door to her prison was pushed open. Her head and eyes didn’t move an inch but she could tell from her peripheral vision that whoever it was that had just entered her dungeon wasn’t her mother or Killian. She tensed, immediately sensing the danger she was in from the large, oafish stranger.

Reginaturned to look at him properly; trying to decipher his identity but even without the shadows covering his face she didn’t recognise him. The man was tall and solid, his frame wide as he stomped towards her.Reginatried to stand, not liking the idea of being prone to the floor for this stranger. Her ribs however protested the movement and had her collapsing quickly back to the floor.

“Who are you?” the former Evil Queen snarled, her fake confidence masking her inner terror.

“I’m Gibbs,” the oaf replies in a deep, scratching voice. He says nothing else but the glint in his eyes is enough forReginato know he’s trouble.

“You come near me,”Reginagrowls as she tries to focus her magic, “and I’ll have your heart!”

The man simply laughs as if in on a jokeReginaknows nothing about. It’s disconcerting forReginato hear the hollowness of the noise, knowing that whatever was about to happen wouldn’t be funny in the least. She tried to sit up as straight as possible as he approached her but the pain in her ribs had her cringing as she breathed.

“Lady Cora already told me you were weak, that your magic wasn’t working. You won’t be able to kill me,” he taunts, his voice deep with dark intent.

Reginastares up at him, eyes wide as she realises she has no real defence against anything he could do to her. Her hands tremble as the man squats down in front of her, a hand coming up to touch her face.Reginajerks away from the hand, not wanting to be touched by the man but the oaf takes no notice of her movement and slides his hand down to rest against her neck. Her instinctual reaction is to slap the hand away but Gibbs is quick to move his hand harder against her neck this time.

“You can’t fight me off witch, so now I’m going to have a little fun,” he growls as he leers down at her.

***

Hook held the bowl of stew, with bread on top in his hand as he carefully made his way down the steps leading toRegina’s prison. He was just on the last step, only a little ways away from the dank dungeon, when he heard a scream echo through the underground hallway. He stopped suddenly, knowing it had to beReginafor there were no other prisoners but he’d just seen Cora and unless she’d teleported herself intoRegina’s dungeon, something wasn’t right.

The pirate dropped the bowl he was carrying and ran forward, pushing the door to her dungeon open with a bang. His blood boils at the sight that greets him, anger bubbling in his stomach waiting to be released.Reginais pinned to the floor, hands restrained above her head as a man, one of his crew he realises, paws at her clothes and body. Hook doesn’t give his sailor time to react before his sword is against the man’s throat, threatening him and stilling his roving hands.

“GIBBS!” he bellows angrily, “What in the hells do you think you are doing?”

“Captain!” Gibbs shouts stunned, turning only slightly to look at Hook.

“I said, what do you think you are doing?” Hook growls, his voice deadly.

“La-Lady Cora captain…she said I could…she told me,” the man stutters, obviously flustered by the situation he’d found himself in.

“I don’t care what Lady Cora told you! I am your Captain; you take orders from me only. Now get up and get out of here before I cut both your hands off ya arms,” the pirate captain threatened, eyes dark with anger as he watched his sailor stumble off the former Evil Queen and race as fast as he could out of the dungeon.

As soon as the bumbling sailor was out the door Hook turned around toRegina, kneeling quickly by her side as she moaned in pain. He took hold of her hands, trying as gently as he could to help her sit up but the pain in her ribs was making it difficult.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt love?” he asked as he leant her against the wall, kneeling in front of her to check for any injuries.

“My…ribs and…I hit my…ah…head pretty hard…too,” she gasped in pain.

“I can’t do much about ya ribs or ya head, I’m sorry,” Hook murmured regretfully, “But I have a plan, we’ll get outta here real soon. I just need to distract Cora long enough to get ya and escape.”

“Why…are you…helping me?”Reginawheezed, closing her eyes to stop the world from spinning.

“Because, we’re one in the sameRegina. That pain and that darkness, it’s in both of us and I think that connects us somehow. I don’t know how to explain it love but, I don’t want anything to happen to ya,” Hook told her quietly, not used to sharing his feelings like this with anyone before.

“I feel it too,”Reginawhispers as tears escape down her pale cheeks.

Hook stares at her for a moment before gently wiping the stray tears away with his thumb, caressing her face gently. They are caught in a moment, Hook’s hand cupping her face gently and a wistful smile adorningRegina’s features. It is this vision that Cora bursts in on, equal amounts of shock, curiosity and disdain marring her cruel features.

“Well look at that, what do we have here?” she croons coldly, an evil smirk twisting her lips.

Hook jumps back in surprise at the sound of her voice andRegina’s eyes snap open, staring wide at the figure of her mother in the doorway. Both their heartbeats race, wondering just what was to happen now. They’d been caught, not exactly doing anything wrong but Cora was smart enough to read between the lines and just by their reactions she would know something was going on. It was uncertain now, what would happen but both Hook andReginaknew, they’d have to fight to make it out alive.

Broken Hearts Bleed Together

Thu, 15 Nov 2012 05:40:00 -0500

Title: Broken Hearts Bleed Together (2/?)

Author: LittleTayy

Rating: Teen

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Characters: Regina Mills, Killian Jones/Captain Hook (Hooked Queen?)

Summary: Post-curse. AU. While watching over Regina for Cora, Hook finds himself falling in intrigue with the mysterious and obviously pained Evil Queen. It takes heartbreak to know heartbreak.

Author’s Note: This is significantly shorter than the first chapter but no matter. It’s just as important.Also, a big thank you to my amazing, awesome, talented friend Mae, who helped work through the kinks in this story. Haha.

I hope you enjoyed and please review. :) LT.

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Moments passed and soonRegina’s sobs had died down and all that was left was her sniffling into Hook’s shirts. The pirate kept his arms securely wrapped around the small brunette, not wanting to let the devastated woman go. As much as he wanted to hold her however he knew that, that wasn’t possible at the moment. Cora would be down here any moment now to check up on her daughter and to have a little chat which he knew meant to actually torture her daughter; whether physically or emotionally remained to be seen yet.

He pulled away slightly, his hands holding her arms gently, not wanting to release her physically just yet. She looked up at him, eyes red rimmed and still glittering with stray tears but her lips were curled into a small, grateful smile. As they stared at each other he couldn’t help but notice the confusion shining in her eyes that she tried to hide as she glanced away from him. It tugged at his heart to realise she had never had the luxury of someone being nice to her or comforting her just for her and it made him wonder just what kind of monster Cora really was.

“Cora will be down any moment love,” he told her quietly, hoping not to spook her.

At the mention of her mothers nameReginastiffened, pulling her arms firmly from his grasp. She wiped hectically at her cheeks and eyes, trying to rid her face of any wetness from her tears.

“Why is my mother keeping me like this?”Reginaasks imploringly. She looks so desperate for the answers that it almost hurts him to not have any. He has no idea why Cora insists on keeping and torturing her own child for something that he is starting to think, wasn’t all that bad to begin with.

“I don’t know why she’s keeping you here like this,” he answers honestly, voice thicker and huskier than usual.

“Right,”Reginascoffed almost disbelievingly, “So you’re just what? Blindly taking orders from her? A big, bad pirate captain reduced to nothing but a babysitter?” she spat, directing her anger at the situation to the closest target.

“Don’t you talk to me like that woman,” he growled, his own anger bubbling up inside him. This woman before him, eyes blazing and mouth sneering, was more the woman he’d pictured when he’d been told of the infamous Evil Queen. There was a darkness shadowing her face that he’d only seen on a select few in his lifetime, his own face being one of them and he knew the lengths that this woman could go to.

“Just tell me what she’s going to do to me,” she snapped, magic pulsing in her fisted hands.

“I told you, I don’t know. It’s not exactly like she told me all her plans. I’m only here until I can exact my revenge. She’s not the only one that wanted to come to this…Storybrooke,” he told her coldly.

“You’re revenge? She didn’t manipulate you into this?” she asked part horrified and part curious to hear his answer.

“Oh love, I’m not that easily taken advantage of. She helped me, so now I have to help her,” Hook replied grimly, frowning at the prospect of what he might have to do to the woman in front of him.

“Well,” she sighed, the fire in her eyes seeming to dim as she thought over the situation.

Hook watched her as she got lost in thought, worry creasing her features. His heart hurt at the thought of leaving her to die or worse at her mother’s hands. There was something inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long time which made him step closer toRegina, his hand and hook rested against her arms, holding her.

“Look love, I don’t owe Cora anything, not really. So I’ll try my hardest to make sure you get outta here alive,” he whispered, their eyes connecting as he spoke.

“Why? What would that do for you?” she asked him suspiciously, her arms tensing under his hold.

“Nothing. But that pain in your eyes, I feel it,” he told her seriously, his thumb stroking over her elbow unconsciously.

“What are you-“

“My true love, her heart was ripped out too. I know what you’re feelingRegina,” Hook told her earnestly, hoping she’d see the honesty in his eyes.

The pair stood staring at each other for several moments.Reginawas processing what the rogue pirate had just told her, debating on whether to believe him or not. Looking into his eyes though, the pain and darkness she saw reflected in them had her gasping as she realised what he was saying was the truth. This man before her had, had his heartbroken just as she had; the thought was almost crippling that another could feel the type of pain she was feeling but, one glance at this man and she knew he was telling her the truth.

Their moment was interrupted however when they heard footsteps descending the stairs. They sprung apart, Hook heading for the door andReginabacking herself against the wall, attempting to look disinterested. She knew if her mother ever found her and Hook in a position that was anything other than apart, she would hurt one or both of them. And despite herself, there was something inside of her that squirmed at the thought of any harm coming to the almost charming pirate in front of her.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then love,” he said apologetically, it pained him to be leaving her to the whims of her mother.

“Wait,” she called quietly as he opened the door to leave before her mother got there. “You never told me your name,” she reminded him.

“Killian, love. Captain Killian Jones,” he told her with a wink. With that he was out the door, letting it fall closed behind him.Reginalent back against the rough brick of the dungeon wall, allowing herself for the first time since being captured, to entertain thoughts of staying alive and escape. She smiled as she thought over the words Hook had spoken to her, how he knew the pain she was in and she couldn’t help but wonder if their connection could be something stronger than just the shared experience of their lovers’ deaths.

“Killian,” she whispered, liking the sound of the named as it rolled off her tongue. Her thoughts were broken however when the dungeon door slammed open and her mother swept in, all murderous smirks and glinting eyes. She straightened her head against her mother, glaring harshly, knowing if Killian was to be believed, she wouldn’t have to endure much more of this cruel torture.

Broken Hearts Bleed Together

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 09:13:08 -0500

Title: Broken Hearts Bleed Together (1/?)

Author: LittleTayy

Rating: Teen

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Characters: Regina Mills, Killian Jones/Captain Hook (Hooked Queen?)

Summary: Post-curse. AU. While watching over Regina for Cora, Hook finds himself falling in intrigue with the mysterious and obviously pained Evil Queen. It takes heartbreak to know heartbreak.

Author’s Note: I don’t even know how it happened. All I know is that if Hook and Regina aren’t kindred spirits I don’t know what I’ll do. I honestly just see so much potential between and for these two, it’s crazy. Also, I’m not even sure what half of this is. Lol. Most of it’s been written in the middle of the night.

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It’s odd he thinks, Cora had described her daughter in such detail, right down to the freckle on the left side of her face, below her mouth. He’d known what she looked like with devastating clarity and Cora had told him her personality wasn’t to be trifled with either. He’d expected an absolute spitfire when he finally found her and while he knew she’d be beautiful, he hadn’t expected her beautiful heartbroken eyes.

Staring into them, he couldn’t understand how anything Cora or anyone else had said could be true about her. She didn’t look much like an Evil Queen, especially in the simple pants she wore and button up blouse, instead she looked sad; her whole demeanour was one of a deeply heartbroken person. He’d heard stories of the infamous Evil Queen back in his land and he’d wanted to meet this evil woman who could tear still beating hearts out of chests without a care. Looking at her now though, all he could see was pure heartache and he couldn’t fathom how someone so purely sad, because that is what she was, could do the evil acts that people spoke of her.

The sadness in her eyes was familiar however; it was a sadness he saw reflected in his own eyes whenever he had the misfortune of seeing their reflection. He wondered if others could see the sadness and heartbreak so plainly in his eyes as he did in hers but, if others couldn’t see it in the Evil Queen’s they surely couldn’t see it in a Pirate Captain either. He wanted to know her story, he wanted to know who it was she lost that it affected her so deeply, he was sure there was more to that story than anyone ever bothered to learn. Cora however, had forbidden him from talking with her daughter and despite his rebellious pirate nature he would do as Cora asked while she was still helping him gain revenge on Rumpelstilskin.

Still, sitting across from her as she watched him with her sad, broken eyes, he couldn’t help but want to learn all about her heartache. He wondered if it was anything like his own, a lover torn from her without notice or something as equally as traumatising. He hadn’t been this interested in another person since Milha was taken from him and he’d sworn vengeance on Rumpelstilskin but now, it seemed all he could think about, even not when he was watching guard over her wasRegina.

She fascinated him, more than he’d ever care to admit but he felt a kind of closeness with the woman, even if they never spoke. There was something about this woman that he kept prisoner, more than just what her mother told of her and he wanted to uncover what it was, even if the urge was unexplainable to him. It was the sadness in her eyes he was sure, it was because she looked how he felt almost all the time and even if he tried not to sympathise with her, he still felt something towards her.

“What’s your name?” she asks, breaking the silence that is typical of their encounters. It is the first time she’s ever initiated conversation; any attempts by him had all been refused in the past.

“Captain Hook, love,” he tells her with his trademark smirk.

She eyes him carefully, her face not betraying any emotion, something which unnerves him greatly. No one should be that good at looking so dispassionate about anything, even he knows that and he’s just a lowly pirate captain acting as a babysitter for hire.

“That’s not your real name though, like the Evil Queen isn’t mine. So, what was your name before you took a hook for a hand?” she asks again, this time smirk just the tiniest bit.

“You’re right there, love. Hook isn’t my name; it’s only what people call me,” he told her earnestly, “I’ll make ya a deal. You tell me why you’re so sad and I’ll tell ya my real name.”

The former Evil Queen looks taken aback for a moment, confused by his proposition. This in turn confuses him; surely asking her to share why she looks so sad isn’t a foreign concept to her. If it is there’s far more wrong with the woman than even he’d anticipated and Cora had told him a lot about her daughter, even if most of it didn’t seem to be accurate anymore.

“Why would you care?” she asks her voice so quiet and broken he almost doesn’t hear it.

“Why wouldn’t I love? Everyone’s got pain and you’ve got more than most, I can see it in your eyes,” he tells her, being uncharacteristically frank and honest.

“Ha, how do I know this isn’t just some ploy by my mother to reveal more of my weaknesses? Although, it’s not like she doesn’t already know why I am the way I am. It was all her doing to begin with,” she spat, hatred burning hot in her eyes.

“Look, I don’t really care why you think I asked but like ya said, you’re mother probably already knows. I asked because, I want to know. No one is just that sad over nothing, ya know,” Hook replied with a shrug of his shoulders, glancing away from the woman.

“What would you know of being sad?” she asked almost spitefully, scoffing as she spoke.

“I know enough to recognise it when I see it,” he all but growled, not used to having anyone mocking him in such a way.

“I’m…sorry. It’s just hard to believe that you, an infamous pirate would know sadness in such a way,” she told him gently, already regretting her harsh words.

“There’s much people don’t know about me, like I’m sure there’s much people don’t know about you. So tell me, what happened to make you so sad and heartbroken, even to this day?” he asked with a nod of his head as he looked her straight in the eye, not wanting to back down from the confused glare she was sending his way.

“I…uh…my true love, was killed right before my eyes, his heart ripped out and crushed to dust,” she said so softly he thought she might not have actually spoke.

“What?” he asked, his body leaning forward as he strived to hear her words better.

“My mother crushed his heart to dust right in front of me. It was…the most horrific thing I’d ever seen. The second time I had to kill him myself… it’s like the gods themselves conspired against me,” she whispered wistfully, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke.

“The second time?” he said puzzled, trying to process all that she’d said to him. He couldn’t believe her true love had met the same fate as his own, a coincidence perhaps but too unusual to actually be one.

“Yes, the second time,” this time her voice actually broke, making her sound far younger than she really was, “he was brought back but he wasn’t the same. He was in pain and I…I couldn’t let him suffer like that. I turned him to ash,” she told him breaking down into sobs that he didn’t know how stop.

It took a moment of awkward staring before he shuffled forward and cautiously wrapped his arms around the sobbing woman. It was odd hugging someone like this after so long without such physical contact but as much as she needed it, he did too. He hadn’t thought he’d find anyone else with whom he could share the pain of his true love’s murder with but it seemed that this former Queen was it. He’d watched Milha’s heart be crushed to dust and her body fall lifeless and this woman in his arm’s had, had the same happen to her own true love. It seemed as if fate had been kind yet cruel enough to deliver him someone who knew his pain but was also untouchable.

How could he share his pain with this woman if she was to be used as a pawn within Cora’s power hungry games of revenge? It was a taunt almost too cruel for him but he knew then, that he couldn’t let any more harm come to the woman. She was almost broken beyond repair and he wondered if he would end up as she is now someday. He wanted to know this woman, more than any other person since Milha and it scared him almost as much as it excited him that there was someone else like him out there. The woman in his arms is a kindred spirit he could tell and he knew their broken hearts would bleed together if he ever got the chance to take her from her mothers clutches.

“I won’t let any harm come to you,” he whispered to her, wondering if she could hear him. This woman intrigued him and for reasons he himself didn’t even really understand he felt the urge to protectReginaand he was going to try his bloody hardest to make sure she made it out of the imprisonment alive. As long as he felt they were connected in this way, he wasn’t about to let any harm befall her.

Sneak Peek

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 21:14:00 -0500

So, I’ve just about finished on one of the Stable Queen prompts I’ve gotten and because I’m taking a break from writing it, I thought I’d share a little sneak peek with you guys. I hope you enjoy it. :)

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“Kid, what’s up? You’ve hardly eaten anything,” Emma asked as she sat across from him in a booth at Granny’s.

“I shouldn’t eat too much junk food. Mom’s making a special dinner tonight, lemon chicken fettucini. Daniel’s ‘favourite’,” the boy replied with a huff and an eye roll.

Emma’s eyebrows creased at the attitude the 11 year old had, not accustomed to him acting so like his age.

“And what’s wrong with that? I bet she makes you you’re favourite food all the time,” Emma asked, taking a bite of her burger.

“So? Who cares what Daniel’s favourite food is? He doesn’t have to have dinner with us every night. It’s not like she doesn’t see him everyday anyway!” Henry spat petulantly, crossing his arms and sitting back in his seat roughly.

Emma’s eyebrows raised dramatically as her son spoke, trying to hide the amused smile that was threatening to creep out. She knew exactly what was up with Henry and she couldn’t help but want to laugh; the kid was jealous. It amused her mainly because for so long Henry had had Regina all to himself, even when he’d declared her the Evil Queen, he’d still been the only one in her life. Now though, Regina had a beau, one who Emma had no doubt was going to stick around and Henry was going to have to learn to share his mother whether he wanted to or not.

“True but, if your mom wants him to have dinner with you guys, you’re gonna have to deal with it. Besides, I’ve met Daniel and he’s a pretty cool, funny guy. Why don’t you give him a chance, get to know him and I’m sure you won’t mind him coming over for dinner all the time,” Emma said, hoping to sway Henry’s mind a bit.

“If you think he’s so cool and funny, why don’t ‘you’ date him and then he can leave my mom alone?” the kid replied sarcastically, looking at Emma expectantly.

“Henry!” Emma scolded lightly, shocked at the kids reply. She knew the kid was jealous but not enough to try and pimp Regina’s boyfriend out so he’d have Regina all to himself. If she wasn’t so shocked she was sure she’d be hysterical with laughter by now. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Whatever,” came his mumbled reply and Emma could already see the dreaded teenage years to come.

So in light of the last episode, I've decided to open my ask box for a night for any Stable Queen prompts. Hit me with 'em guys.

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 10:04:52 -0400

So in light of the last episode, I've decided to open my ask box for a night for any Stable Queen prompts. Hit me with 'em guys.

May He Rest In Peace

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 22:09:00 -0400

Title: May He Rest In Peace

Author: LittleTayy

Rating: G

Notes: A Tag to episode 2x05 ‘The Doctor’.

Summary: A little plaque explains it all.

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Regina stands alone beside the little golden plaque that adorns the wall of her father’s mausoleum. Her fingers brush against the gold, tears building in her eyes but never spilling forth. Her breath hitches as she reads the simple words on the plaque; Daniel, may he rest in peace.

She remembers his face as he fades away, for the second time that he’s died. The ache in her chest is still there and prevalent but it’s no longer the dark hole that had once filled her. ‘I will love you forever,’ she whispers quietly before brushing the tears that escaped down her cheek away.

Regina turns around then, a watery smile on her features as she looks towards her son. She see’s the sad look on his face and it almost makes her sob but she holds it back and instead walks forward to him. She pulls him into a hug, clinging to him tightly, never wanting to let go. Daniel had told her to love again and as Henry wraps his small arms around her waist, she knows she’s already on her way there.