Regina stood with her cœur, coeur practically beating out of her chest, and for many reasons in just that one moment. The Queen stood only a few feet away from Emma. And Regina had only left the blonde alone for a few minutes.
Dread filled her from head to toe because she knew that it would happen just as it had all of the other times like with the Count and Hyde and many more. The Queen had her corned; always two steps ou plus ahead.

Regina closed her eyes, that helpless feeling taking over.
She watched the Queen slink in closer to Emma, slow and dangerous like a lionne closing in. Regina was going to lose her.
Going to lose Emma and it would be her own fault. Again.
Right in front of her, she would lose another. Again.

But she’d be damned if she let Emma go down without a fight. Even if it was a short one. Swallowing back any fear ou doubt, Regina walked towards the scene with her head held high and a certain feu in her eyes.

Regina tugged the quilt plus tightly around herself. Not that she needed to; she was burning up already, it simply felt like the appropriate thing to do on a late November evening. It’s what everyone else seemed to do when they were sick in bed—pull the covers over themselves and grab a glass of thé and a bowl of hot soup. And yet the last thing Regina wanted was to warm herself even more. But Emma had gone out of her way to find that quilt buried in the back of Mary’s closet. Emma hated cooking, and yet that steaming bowl of soupe was resting on the nightstand suivant to her. And Emma was currently working on a seconde batch of tea—the first was a mishap that ended in curse words and frantically trying to keep the water from boiling over.

Regina shook her head and smiled to herself a weary smile. Emma was giving it her absolute best, how could she not take at least one spoonful of the soup. Regina dipped the spoon into the bowl and drew out a generous amount of broth. She didn’t particularly feel like fighting to get the plus stubborn noodles to stay on the spoon. She blew softly and pressed the metal to her lips.

This is just a aléatoire liste of some of my favori cygne Queen fanfictions which I am indeed getting quite addicted to. These are not listed in a particular order.


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By: link
Description: AU. Emma is a soldier on reserve in Fort Benning. Regina is the Mayor of Storybrooke. Through a pen pal program designed to ease the ache of homesick soldiers, Emma and Regina begin sending letters to one another as their relationship grows from cordial acquaintance to something neither woman would have expected - until the letters stop coming.

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By: link
Description: Things don't quite go right when Emma makes a joke that ends in the two women saying I do.

Regina had been contemplating stepping over the Stroybrooke for the longest of time. How grand it would be to just forget everything. Forget the blood on her hands. Forget all the hateful words spat in her direction daily. Forget the lover ripped away from her. Forget and escape her label as The Evil Queen. But each time she put one foot over the line she was bombarded with memories of her son. Heaven forbid she'd forget Henry. And each time she stepped back and drove home.

But this time. This was different. She tried her very best, and almost reached the end of the road to redemption. And then it was ripped away from her at the death of the shrink. The one and only person who had even tried to hear her out gone…and on her way to rip the only thing keeping her from stepping over the line away from her. She didn't have to worry about abandoning Henry anymore, he didn't want her anyhow. He had Emma. If she couldn't remember him, she couldn't pester him. Regina knew that if she kept all those memories close she'd try to take the boy…her boy back. And hurt him in the long run. With a glance back over her shoulder she clenched her fists and put her left foot over the...

First cygne Queen fic! I hope toi guys like it.

At the very haut, retour au début of the morning Snow white declared that Regina was no longer fit to care for Henry, nor was she ‘stable’ enough to see him again. On the same morning, no less than 3 minutes apart Mother Superior informed Regina that she was to deadly to harbor magical abilities. She promptly a volé, étole the woman of any magic she had. Emma had expected an extreme reaction from Regina, but not a reaction quite like the one to come. When everyone had cleared, the woman fled to her Mercedes at a shockingly fast pace, for someone wearing heels. Madame Mayor was full of surprises that jour as she slammed her foot against the accelerator and sped off at such a speed she managed to lay a set of skid marks along the cracking blacktop.

Upon her arrival accueil Regina found herself in her bedroom, door closed. Her eyes burned and the back of her throat stained from holding back tears. She couldn’t let Ms. cygne of all people see her cry. And still, in the privacy of her home, the woman continued to choke back tears. She had dignity—or at the very least—self-control, she would not cry. But despite all attempts a...

(#*This article is NOT par me!*#)

A/N: Okay for those cygne queeners who just survived the season premiere on Sunday this fic is a alternate scenario where Emma and Regina get sucked into FTL instead of Snow and Emma has to do everything possible to save Regina's life.

Emma's sudden attempt at comfort par putting her hand on Regina's arm spurs the hat into action. Regina looks at Emma with surprise written all over her face. The pair look at each other before glancing back at the hat. Regina, however, couldn't resist a fleeting glance at her enemy's hand on her arm. The saviour was protecting her and she had no idea how to feel about that. Both of them were well aware of the wraith behind them but couldn't seem to shake the feeling of disbelief at the idea of Emma having magic.

"It's coming!" Charming's shout was not enough to break their air of disbelief until Emma saw the wraith heading straight for Regina. Her eyes widen and she jumps

(*#This article is NOT par me!#*)

A/N: Okay for those cygne queeners who just survived the season premiere on Sunday this fic is a alternate scenario where Emma and Regina get sucked into FTL instead of Snow and Emma has to do everything possible to save Regina's life.

Emma's sudden attempt at comfort par putting her hand on Regina's arm spurs the hat into action. Regina looks at Emma with surprise written all over her face. The pair look at each other before glancing back at the hat. Regina, however, couldn't resist a fleeting glance at her enemy's hand on her arm. The saviour was protecting her and she had no idea how to feel about that. Both of them were well aware of the wraith behind them but couldn't seem to shake the feeling of disbelief at the idea of Emma having magic.

"It's coming!" Charming's shout was not enough to break their air of disbelief until Emma saw the wraith heading straight for Regina. Her eyes widen and she jumps