drop your anchor

Love starts with a fluttering of thoughts and attraction, we think “Oh, I could see myself with this person.” and then the fluttering stops and it begins to expand, like your chest is going to burst with all the feelings you hold, yet, it’s simply just that, a feeling.

It’s when you continue to choose daily, saying “I am with this person, and I love them.” So now you go out of your way to show them that they matter, you go beyond what expanding and fluttering can go, and you go to the deepest part of the sea, and you drop your anchor; this is when you have made your choice. There is no going back now, you have bound yourself to the sea, and she is worth being lost in because you realize that you always had the love of her in your blood.

—  T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 26
Swan Queen & Talk Like  A Pirate Day

 sweetsmilesradiance suggested a fluffy SQ one-shot in honour of Talk Like A Pirate Day, in which Emma and Regina talk like pirates, and Hook gets annoyed lol. Here it is!


Wench! You have the finest pirate booty I’ve ever laid eyes on! I’d love to drop anchor in your lagoon!

Regina stared down at the screen of her BlackBerry, in utter shock and confusion. When she’d received a text from Emma Swan, she’d expected it to be about some sort of Sheriff business, or at the very least, to be about Henry. What she didn’t expect was was what sounded like a pirate pick up line.

“That woman has been spending far too much time with Hook,” Regina muttered to herself, as she quickly typed back a text in response.

I hope you are not at work Sheriff, because due to the incoherence of the text I just received, I can only assume you are drunk. In the middle of the day, I might add.

Moments later, her phone beeped again; another message from Emma.

Pardon me, Lady Mills, but it’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Also, I meant to send that to Ruby. SHE has a sense of humour, you know.

Regina scoffed as she stared at the screen. She had a sense of humour. How else did Emma think she actually put up with her, and most of Storybrooke, without the assistance of alcohol? Well, sometimes with the assistance of alcohol.

But, she did vaguely remember Henry talking about this so-called event. Most of Storybrooke was meeting at Granny’s to celebrate, for some reason. Why anyone wanted to celebrate pirates, was beyond her, as Regina had never met a pirate she was overly fond of.

She also didn’t like being left out, however, and she decided then and there to show Emma who really had a sense of humour.


“Oh my God, she bought that you meant to send that to me?” Ruby laughed, as she looked at the screen of Emma’s phone over her shoulder. The text from Regina simply read:

I see. No harm done. Have a good day, Miss Swan.

Emma laughed and shook her head. “I really thought that would entice her to poof over here,” she said, with a shrug.

“Really? A corny pirate pick up line? You really thought she’d go for that?”

“Well, I thought she’d be annoyed enough to poof over and yell at me, and then get to see my costume!”

Emma was dressed in tall brown leather boots, and the shortest black shirt she could find, revealing most of her toned, bare thighs. She had on a white button down that she tied in the front, so most of her midrift was showing, and sported a plastic eyepatch and a felt pirate hat with the classic skull and cross bones symbol on the front.

“Hook doesn’t look impressed,” Ruby pointed out, and Emma followed her eyes to wear Hook sat, scowling in the corner booth.

“Yeah, I’m not sure if he’s mad because I broke up with him and have the nerve to look this hot in public, or because Talk Like a Pirate Day mocks his life, or something.”

“Emma!” Snow gasped, as she and David entered Grannys, dressed in far more conservative pirate costumes, “what are you wearing?”

“Ahoy Mateys,” Emma greeted, insisting on staying in character - after all, this pirate gathering was her idea - as she picked up two glasses of watered-down rum from the counter behind her and offered them to her parents.  “Take some grog! Drink up, me hearties!”

Henry rolled his eyes as he stepped up behind his grandparents. “Mom, seriously, don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far. I mean, Hook right over there.”

Emma leaned in close to her son. “He didn’t have to come, that’s his choice,” she said, with a wink. She stood up, and a grinned spread across her face as she saw someone approaching from outside.

“Avast!” Emma cried, pointing to the doorway where Regina was about to enter. “Regina off the port bow!”

“Do you even know what you’re saying, love?” Hook grumbled from beside her. She hadn’t even noticed he approached, and she didn’t turn now, as her attention was solely on Regina as she entered the diner, dressed in a white shirt similar to Emma’s but topped off with a tight black leather corset top. She had on a short red skirt and high black leather boots, with a pirate sword sheathed on her hip, that Emma was pretty sure was actually real.

“Holy shit,” Ruby giggled from beside her.

For the first time that day, Emma was at a complete loss for words as Regina stepped right up to her, and leaned in close to her ear. “That’s a mighty fine treasure chest you got there,” Regina whispered huskily so only Emma could hear. “Would ye mind if I fire my cannon in your porthole?”

“Holy shit,” Emma gasped, repeating Ruby sentiment.

“Oh, come on, Miss Swan, that’s not very festive of you,” Regina chided.

“Regina - uh - Lady Mills,” Emma drawled, getting herself back into character, “why don’t you come out back with me and I’ll let you see me urchins?”

Regina stopped and laughed out loud. “You looked these up online, didn’t you?”

Emma grinned and shrugged. “You did too, because I totally had that cannon and porthole one on deck.”

“This is ridiculous!” Hook finally declared. “Being a pirate isn’t a joke!”

With that, he turned and left the diner, and Emma laughed again - a little too tipsy on homemade grog to particularly care about Hook’s hurt feelings at the moment.

Regina just smirked and leaned in close to Emma’s ear. “Well, now that he’s gone, when you’re done playing make believe, we can go back to my place and I’ll let you touch my booty for real.”

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Love isn’t something you find
Love finds you
I run and I hide
But I can’t lose You

On a voyage for time
But all my lefts ain’t right
Clouds fog my sight
And I’m a one man crew

So I drop anchor in Your shadow
Your presence is my present, my treasure
So much better than silver or gold

So let the warmth of Your arms
Melt my heart of stone
Blow the dust from my eyes
Bring to life what has died
And lead me home

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Love isn’t something you find
Love finds you
I run and I hide
But I can’t lose You

On a voyage for time
But all my lefts ain’t right
Clouds fog my sight
And I’m a one man crew

So I drop anchor in Your shadow
Your presence is my present, my treasure
So much better than silver or gold