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21 January 2012 @ 12:45 pm

A comment ficathon dedicated to the women who shape the story.  A villainess is any woman who is simply not "good", whether she plays the traditional roles of protagonist or antagonist, whether she narrates her own story (Cersei Lannister, to use an example from the banner) or is seen through the lens of someone else's (Bellatrix Black).  She can be fictional, historical, contemporary; from the books, from the movies, from music: if she's a villainous woman, she's in!

Simple: leave a comment with fandom, character name, and prompt.  The prompt can be anything, from a line of poetry or a song lyric, to a quote directly from the woman herself, to a fic you've always wanted written about her.  Anything goes!

Reply to the prompt comment with your fic.  In the subject line, put the title of your fic, the characters in it, and rating; be sure to include any pertinent trigger warnings.  Then link to your fill in the "filled" thread!

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the business of benefiting hussies: [ouat] easy loves you keep like petsmarketchippie on January 22nd, 2012 05:37 pm (UTC)
THE CALL TO ARMS | ouat (regina/emma) | r
The new woman blazes into town, and for a minute, fear grips Regina's heart at the sight of all that princess-blond curly hair, but she's apple-red in her coat with a gun heavy on her hip, and the grip eases into something like a curious caress from within.

When she reaches out to take Emma Swan's hand, she realizes, carefully removing her hand from Graham's arm, that she has left nail prints in his leather. Later, she will rake harder, her nails catching skin, and she will think in spite of herself of the woman. In spite of him, too. Oh, she sees the path his eyes made.

"You think she's something," she spits, raising her knees to his hips in the rented bed, and his eyes roll up as she tugs him by the hair.

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing," she breathes, she'd swear she means, "nothing. Keep your eyes on her, if that's what you like."

"Whatever you want," he says, voice harsh and sardonic, hand between her legs, and yes, yes, that is exactly what she wants.


So she has no one but herself to blame when he does, when he keeps his eyes so close to her that he stops looking carefully at Regina herself, but she can say this was all part of the plan. Maybe it is. Miss Swan's angry from day one, Miss Swan ignites at a breath.

In point of fact, Regina finds it rather refreshing. She can see her heart on her sleeve—ah, but the cliché doesn't suit the image, the real vividness of that heart. Rather say, she can see it beating in Emma's chest.

Something old and infinite reaches out every time she sees her.


They stand together at Graham's funeral. Or rather, both stand as near to the front as can be. Front and center belongs to Regina, it always has, but Emma wedges up next to her and sits defiantly down.

"Where's Henry?"

"This is no place for children."

It is the first town occasion Regina has attended without Graham's body solid next to hers. She keeps her hands in her pocket so as not to reach out for what isn't there—the other end of her hand. Instead, there is only Emma, with the sheriff's badge glinting mockingly on her chest. Regina does not have to scry for a gun beneath her jacket. She glances, pointedly.

"Do you really think that's necessary?"

"I don't know, do I?" Emma bites out her words. "It's my job now."

Yes, Regina thinks. It is. They all felt the town shake for it. She wonders how they justified it, how on earth, sometimes, these citizens for which she's taken responsibility make sense of their world. Maine is hardly an earthquake zone.

It is Emma who is the fault, not the earth. And now she's tethered to the story, walking the lines that Graham walked in a jacket that won't show bloodstains.

When she looks again over her shoulder, Emma is glaring at her, simply because she can, because she is a firestorm of a woman with no one to point her. And Regina—though the inside of her chest aches dull and hollow, still—Regina smiles.

"What?" Emma snaps, but when Regina stands, walks over to the side of the grave and kneels to take a handful of earth from its tilled surface, Emma follows her. Her boots make thick tracks in the muddy grass; she leaves a mark, Regina thinks, everywhere she goes.

Standing, she lets the dirt fall from her hand onto the grave. He is buried; she swallows, and she brushes her palms together. They look together at the grave, and she prepares herself for the predictably incandescent outburst of rage coming the minute she opens her mouth. Something in her is almost hungry to see it, for all the time she knows it will waste. This is new, this power and fury; Emma Swan is something new, playing something very old. But that old thing is fated to come back to her, in the end: Emma is sheriff; Regina is mayor. They are already inscribed in the face of the town, written and converging.

Regina thinks: it's not the last time the town will shake.

She twists her fingers together, just once, ritualistically, feeling grains of grave-dirt sticking to the smooth skin of her palms, and then offers one frank, dirty hand.

She expects Emma will appreciate this. If not now, then later—and it is only a matter of time. She is sheriff, she is a hired gun. And Regina's hand is open.

"I could use a woman like you," she says.
smilingsoprano: musing!Iagosmilingsoprano on January 22nd, 2012 05:59 pm (UTC)
Re: THE CALL TO ARMS | ouat (regina/emma) | r



this is everything I ever wanted and more, oh my god, "a firestorm of a woman with no one to point her," yes, you are perfect.
redbrunja: once upon a time | not a fairy taleredbrunja on January 23rd, 2012 05:55 am (UTC)
Re: THE CALL TO ARMS | ouat (regina/emma) | r
most adorable zombie ever: OuaT - huntsman & mercenary & queenscorpiod1 on January 24th, 2012 06:58 am (UTC)
Re: THE CALL TO ARMS | ouat (regina/emma) | r
sdfjskd this is stunning and amazing and EVERYTHING I WANT *_*