ouat friendships

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#s6 has solidified how much I have come to love SQ and their relationship #yes we’ve seen how much growth their relationship has come to #but if anything I think this season particulary #has really shown much these two women care for e/o #from Regina wanting to protect Emma from dying and vice-versa #and then these scenes here #i mean look how scared they both look #its obvious these two really do care for e/o #and I, for one, am here for more of these SQ moment

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Belle French Appreciation Week: Favorite Friendship & Relationship [x]

they make it look easy - DSQ friendship fic

Here’s some fluff where Emma gets emotional over the newborn Dragon Queen baby, because Emma is wonderful and she’d be such a cute un-fairy godmother. 

Thanks to @thejollyduckling, @natascha-remi-ronin, and @ouat-upon-a-coconutfor inspiring my Emma and Dragon Queen love, and @holdouttrout for being the best damn cheerleading fish one could ever want. 


Emma talks to the very very new Dragon Queen baby on her birthday (and she’s the worst knitter, seriously, why are godmothers expected to do these things?)


“I’m sorry about your lumpy hat. Knitting is…a lot harder than they make it look on the internet and I’m sure you’ll have a bunch of better hats. Like, Granny will make you one and my mom will and hell, Henry probably knits better than I do." 

Poor little baby is barely more than an hour old and her precious head is wrapped up in Emma’s incredibly pathetic fifth attempt at knitting her a hat. Maybe she should have kept the fourth one, the edges were better but she thought she could do better, but then baby arrived and there wasn’t time for another try.

She opens and closes her little red lips and Emma sighs. No person should be this small, this warm and snuggly. She held Neal to day he was born, but that was a rescue, all terror and portals and heroics, this is quiet. The sky’s just barely grey by the window and Emma rocks slowly because she should rock, because babies like that.

Her brother does, and this little one is so much smaller. Still basically damp and fuck, what is she doing with her?

She moves her impossibly tiny fingers and Emma can barely breathe looking at her face. Regina’s there, in her ears and her nose, and her hair’s dark. Maleficent’s in her cheeks, in the shape of her shin and of course, she’ll be beautiful. She is beautiful, even slightly squashed and only half-awake.

Emma was not going to cry.

She really wasn’t.

But fuck. Here she is, little dragon baby, all wrapped up and warm and the squirmy example of a second chance, third chance, as many chances as it takes.

And she’ll grow up with her moms, safe and loved and so very spoiled. Even if her first hat is ugly.

Emma shifts her hand and wipes her eyes. "Dammit.” Her chest aches for Henry in a very old way, but he’s here in the kitchen with Zelena, making tea and some kind of very early breakfast. He’s nearly grown up and not a tiny baby in a lumpy purple hat. “Don’t feel like you have to keep this hat or anything. I should have brought you a little stuffed dragon like everyone else, but I like hats. They’re warm and they keep your hair out of your eyes, not that you have that much yet.”

Scrunching her face, baby sighs and sleepily and even that’s cute. Way too cute. Maybe she does want one. Staring at little fingers wrapped around her own, Emma rocks in the quiet while the sun creeps closer to the horizon and everyone else does something and she’s just there, with the baby.

They handed her the baby. Trusted her to keep her safe. Mal has to shower and Regina won’t leave her. This little baby is their miracle, but she’s in Emma’s arms while her mothers get cleaned up. She’s been fed and kissed, toes marvelled at and fingers adored. She’s had almost as hard a day as her mom, but she’s awake, staring up at Emma with unfocused eyes.

“Hi.” She takes a breath, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. “I’m Emma, and for some reason your moms made me your godmother. Not that I’m any good at the god stuff, or because I can teach you magic. Your moms are better at magic, even my mom’s better at cooking. You have the best big brother in any universe, any story, and I- well- I guess I- I’m here to help, okay? If you need extra cookies or skin your knee on the sidewalk outside Granny’s and tear your dress–”

Touching baby’s little cheek, Emma chuckled, picturing her older in the most adorable outfits. “You’re going to have the cutest little dresses, aren’t you? Your brother had had this pantsuit…” She didn’t really remember it, she’d seen pictures, but her lingering memories respond with thoughts of Henry, running and laughing.

“He’s really great, did I tell you? He’s so intelligent, and funny. He has such a big heart, literally the truest heart, it glows, like, he’s wonderful in every way. As you’ll be, as you are, I’m sure.”

Baby yawns and the effort it takes her tiny body makes Emma laugh. All of her arches and her little arms flail before she settles. Her eyes close, and she starts to fall asleep against Emma’s chest. “You’ve had such a big day.”

She’s warm and her chest is too heavy and too light all at the same time. How can a person start out so small? How is holding someone for the first time so poignant? This little one is a stranger. Emma’s only felt her kick through Mal’s body, and she loves her. She wants to keep her safe, make her laugh, watch her grow and see who she is.

“You’re safe,” Emma whispers. “You’re surrounded by so many people who love you in such a big, weird, crazy family, and we’re all here, your brother, your sister, your flying monkey loving aunt. We’ve got you. Whatever you want to do, whoever you find yourself turning out to be. We’re here and we love you, kid.”

She kisses that ugly little hat, leaving tears behind. “I’m going to make you another hat though, this one is hideous. I can’t believe your moms like it. They have taste, you know.” 

firsts - dragon swan queen friendship, with a baby

@lucyllawless​ requested Mal and Regina seeing the hat, which means very very new baby and everyone crying. Dragon Swan Queen friendship, romantic Dragon Queen. Dragon Queen baby. (Zelena using her fake midwife skills.) 

(mild descriptions of the immediate aftermath of childbirth)


She’s so little, bright red and squirmy. Regina’s tears fall on her head, and Mal cradles her against her swollen breasts. Zelena brought them the blanket. It has tiny dragons on it, and she pats the baby’s back, drying some of the gunk from her skin.

She was angry a moment ago, bleating like a little lamb, not a baby, but now she has her mothers and she’s quiet while Zelena whispers how wonderful she is. The umbilical cord pulses on the bed, weird and grey and alien. Emma barely remembers this part from Henry’s birth. Everything hurt and he was crying. She didn’t hold him. She never clutched him tight like Maleficent does.

Mal and Regina whisper about love, and Regina kisses her forehead, over and over. Everything’s slick, and even Emma’s sweaty. Her hands are damp because she held Mal’s shoulders so Regina could see their daughter arrive. Zelena and Nurse Ratched caught her, then everything stopped, because she’s here. Right here. She fumbles at Mal’s breasts, rooting around for a swollen nipple.

Regina laughs, sobs, something and then her hand grabs Emma’s arm. “Look at her.”

“Head’s a little squashed,” Zelena says, readying a very shiny pair of scissors to cut the cord and part them. All of Emma aches, but this baby’s not leaving. No one’s giving her up, no one’s taking her. Her life will be here, with her family.

“That happens when pushing takes awhile.” Nurse Ratched helps clean off the baby and cooes at her. “She looks nearly perfect.” She makes something down on a form, and she and Zelena watch the cord still before they clamp it off.

Zelena touches the back of the baby’s head and smirks. “I don’t think she noticed, seems like she’s ready to eat.”

“Is she all right?” Regina’s voice cracks and Emma wraps her arm around her, trying to keep her steady.

“Perfect,” Ratched promises. “Color’s good, lungs are strong. She’s awake, alert, ready to eat.”

“What do we do? Am I doing this right?” Mal looks at her breasts with absolute confusion, and between the three of them, they shift and guide until that little red mouth grabs a nipple.

Mal makes a face and then they’re all laughing.

“Just needs a hat,” Zelena says, looking at the pile of little blankets. “Did we bring one? Wouldn’t want her to get cold.”

A hat.

“Oh I–” Emma blushes and pulls the little hat out of her jeans pocket. She almost forgot. She wishes she’d forgotten, because it’s an ugly, lumpy little thing because she kept screwing up the stitches and it’s not even hard. It’s just a hat, and she tried to get an apple on it, but it’s really hard. “I made a hat.”

“Emma–” Regina’s voice is almost too thick to be heard. “You made a hat?”

“It’s terrible.”

“Emma, please.” Mal somehow sounds more coherent than Regina, which seems impossible, but she reaches her hand. “Let us see.”

“I’m terrible at knitting.”

“No, Emma, no.” Regina takes it and she clings to the little hat, wiping her tears with her hand. She smiles so bright that it hurts to look at her face. “It’s beautiful. It’s her first present.”

“I brought the blanket.” Zelena mutters and Regina touches her and Maleficent laughs.

“You did, but Emma made this.”

“It’s crooked, and lumpy.”

“I love it.” Regina slips it onto the baby’s damp little head, covering her dark hair. “It fits her.”

“It’s too big.”

Maleficent reaches for Emma and grabs her hand with a gentleness she hasn’t had for the last few hours of labor. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.”

Shrugging, Emma looks down, then back up at their faces. “I’m sorry I didn’t make a better one.”

“Emma–”

“It just happened so fast.”

Regina glances at the clock, and she squeezes Emma, almost hugging her. “Twenty-one hours. You could have made several hats.”

“Was it?” Mal looks up from the baby, eyes wide.

“Shhh,” Regina insists, leaning int to kiss her. “Everything’s fine. Everything’s wonderful. You were perfect, you’re both perfect.”

“She’s getting sappy,” Zelena mutters, rolling her eyes.

“She’s allowed.” Ratched nudges Zelena and they take the placenta over to the table, while it lies like a dead alien creature.

Emma watches Regina and Mal kiss again, then stare down at the baby and her ugly little hat between them. It’s dreadful. They can’t possibly like it.

“Thank you, Emma.” Maleficent pulls her close and both of them hug her, sweaty, sticky, still wet with tears, and the baby’s in the middle.

“Her godmother should be the first one to give her a gift,” Regina insists, clearing her throat. “So it’s wonderful.”

She can’t escape. They’re both staring at her. They didn’t pick Zelena, Granny or Ursula, someone who knew what she was doing. They picked Emma. They want Emma to be something to this tiny new baby in an ugly hat.

“Godmother?”

“Please.” Mal smiles at her with liquid blue eyes and fuck. No one should be able to ask her anything with that kind of look. “We want you to be a big part of her life. We love you.”

Hormones. Totally hormones, except that Mal doesn’t need to blame them. She says these things.

Regina strokes the baby’s head. “It would mean a lot to both of us if you’d accept.”

Staring at the baby, Emma nods, now her voice catches. “Okay. I’ll practice knitting.”

“Emma, we love it.”

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Kristin Bauer on Lana Parrilla:

She’s taking very good care of me, keeping me going with her infectious laugh! 

Binding of an not-legal sort - CS & DQ friendship

For @lenfaz, who deserves nice things (I’m sorry it’s not Jewel Queen, I’ll try it next time!) with thanks to @fairygodpirateooc for being so sweet about my silly ask. 

huge thanks to @coaldustcanary for being my ‘zomg I am doing this right?!’ savior. 

I’m also tagging @brooke-to-broch, @bessely, @icapturedkindness and @ouat-upon-a-coconut, @thejollyduckling  because you humor me. 


“Why don’t you do it?” Emma asks, picking up a handful of chips and smirking. “I hear marriages are often performed by sea captains.”

“It’s significantly more complicated than being given carte blanche to marry happy couples just because you’re captain of a vessel. There’s paperwork, different rules in every port.” He pulls the chips closer and shoves the vegetable tray in her direction. “I have not been licensed by Storybrooke’s authority with the power to offer matrimony, legal or otherwise.”

Emma rolls her eyes and takes a carrot stick. “It doesn’t have to be legal.”

“Regina is the mayor.”

“And I doubt Maleficent has a social security number.” 

Emma says that like it means something but he has no idea. Must be like the driver’s license that allows one to steer an automobile. 

“My Mom can’t do it, she kind of took Maleficent’s kid. Regina can’t do it herself, we don’t really have a judge and ever since Maleficent became district attorney–” she trails off but he knows this. 

“She can’t really wed herself either.”

“No.” Emma munches her carrot stick then dunks it in that dreadful ‘ranch’. “I guess Archie could, but I think-” she pauses, flushing, “I think it would be nice if it was you.”

“Me.” He looks up from the burgers on the grill and raises his eyebrows. “I have no connection to either of them. Maleficent even tried to kill me. So did Regina.”

“Not in a way you’re angry about.”

“No.” He flips a burger and grins at the little dark lines on the meat. Perfect. “I suppose not. What’s a little attempted murder between friends, right?” 

Emma beams. “They’re friends. Regina’s basically family. Archie’s great, but…” she lets her words slip away again and shrugs. “It would mean a lot to me. We could do it on the ship, and have the reception on the docks.”

“They’d want that?” He doesn’t know either of them well enough to say that would be something they’d enjoy, but the Jolly Roger is a special place and Maleficent loves the stars. 

“It’s a small town. I know they talked about Regina’s back yard or the park, but we could put lights up along the docks and have fireworks. Maleficent loves fireworks and we know Regina likes fireballs.”

Henry nudges his arm and looks at the burgers. “Good work.”

“Thank you.”

He grabs celery and doesn’t ruin it with ranch. Good lad. “Whatcha talking about?”

Gesturing to Emma with the tongs, he grins. “Your mother is gleefully planning your other mother’s wedding to the dragon.”

“Oh?” Henry settles down on the picnic table, watching Snow and David arrive across the park. “Anything good?”

“Yes!” Emma leans in, hoping Henry will understand. “Killian marries them, on the Jolly Roger, and then we dock, they get off the ship and we have the reception on the docks. We hang lanterns everywhere and then have fireworks over the bay. They’d love it.”

Henry grins and looks back at Killian. “A pirate wedding?”

“It’s hardly a pirate wedding just because it’s on a ship.” 

Emma and Henry both have that look and any argument he has is beside the point. He’s somehow already volunteered. 

“Why do you think they’d like that? Maybe they’d prefer not to have their wedding officiated by me.”

“You’re family,” Henry insists. “I like it. Mom was worried about getting married at the town hall, or outside and Mal, well, she still worries about scaring people, and she doesn’t scare you.” 

“She’s rather pleasant in her human form.” He sets burgers onto the table and takes another look at Snow and David. “Is this because Snow has volunteered as a monarch to perform the wedding?”

Henry and Emma share another look. 

“She did, and it’s awkward because I don’t want Maleficent to have to say no, or Regina to because they’ve been so close lately and if it was you, then–”

“Then everyone is appeased.” He shrugs. “I have performed a handfasting before. Nothing legal, mind you.” 

“See?” When Emma smiles at him like that, he would sail his ship upside down if she asked. 

“I think they’d be touched you volunteered,” Henry adds, moving the buns closer. “And it saves the trouble of the ‘she forgives you but she’s still kind of pissed you took Lily’ conversation that everyone’s been trying not to have ever since they got engaged. Trust me.”

He smiles at the lad, proud that he takes such care of his mother and future step-mother’s feelings. “All right. I shall offer my services when next I see the happy couple.” 

Emma leans over the table and kisses his cheek. “That’s the spirit, captain.”