What if Robin Hood hadn't been able to save his wife when she caught a deadly disease whilst carrying his child? What if the newly widowed Evil Queen had summoned him instead of the Huntsman to hunt down and kill Snow White? Set in the Enchanted Forest AU, dark! Regina, dark! Robin, dark! Story
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A Light in the Dark - Chapters: 2/2 (complete)
When the eyes can burn into the soul there are no masks that can hide your true self. Prompts from the Outlaw Queen Week "Masked Ball" and "Getting Caught"
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Closet Endeavours - One Shot (complete)
While searching the farm house for anything that might help bring down the Wicked Witch, Robin and Regina seem to be getting along well, until she sees destiny marked on his wrist, but something prevents her from running away. Response to prompt: "Friends locking them inside a closet"
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Dream - One Shot (complete)
Regina banged the door and ran away from pixie dust magic and her soul mate. But what if the man with the lion tattoo had followed the stranger who made such a racket?
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Safe - One Shot (complete)
Regina is on the run from Snow White but she can't run forever. As her nemesis is about to fry her alive, Regina is rescued by a mysterious rider, who turns out to be only too familiar to her heart.
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Seen , caught, kept - 1/3 (in progress)
Robin can't sleep and wondering about the castle, which once was a home to an Evil Queen, he comes by something he should not be seeing. Missing Year, Outlaw Queen
AO3
Concealed - One Shot (complete)
Emma's heart is conflicted after she had seen her magic flip out of her control and harm the ones she cared about. She decides to go to Regina for help but tonight might not be the best night to go inside that vault. Outlaw Queen, Emma's POV
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OUAT - Evil Charming
A Step too Far - One Shot (complete)
What if David hadn't left after he devoured Regina's lasagna? What if he suddenly became interested in devouring something else of hers?
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listen i may take 4 weeks to write a 3k word chapter, and i may take 45 minutes to decide whether i should use “laugh” or “chuckle”, but at least i don’t use ai and whatever you’re getting is pure chaos from a human brain
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Hi guys! To celebrate the 15TH ANNIVERSARY (!!) of Once Upon a Time, I’m gonna be hosting watch parties twice a month. These will be occurring on Saturday’s at 7:00 pm CST, with the first one being this week on APRIL 18.
We’ll be using a site called watchparty.me. I’ve never used it before so bear with me the first time we watch together. Hopefully, there will be no technical issues.
We will start with the pilot and then sort of move our way throughout some of the best episodes of the first six seasons. (Sorry, we won’t be going into Season 7. If you’ve been following me long enough, you know why.) I’ve got a list of episodes but that’s definitely subject to change. Comment or send me an ask with episode suggestions!!
I haven’t watched an OUAT episode in full in over two years so I’m excited to revisit some favorites with you guys.
Also, please reblog this so we can get the word out!
So, I have recently posted a chapter 2 of a fic. Which has me a nervous wreck for reasons. While I watched the hits to double with not a single comment that would be any sort of asurrance of all the anxieties I had about it doubled as well. Like nothing. Just the hits and a couple of kudos (new readers?). So of course, my mind goes to "everyone hates it, I should delete it all, I should delete the whole account and disappear from the internet." Yes, I know, I have issues. But that is not the point.
At the same time, I am writing my thesis and read all these books written by academics, which talk about how fan fiction is a community experience, about works in progress and negotiation between the author and the audience. Those books are mostly from 1990s and 2000s.
The community-centered creation of artistic fannish expressions
such as fan fiction, fan art, and fan vids is mirrored in the creation of this book, with constant manipulation, renegotiation, commenting, and revising, all done electronically among a group of people, mostly women, intimately involved in the creation and consumption of fannish goods. As the examples above indicate, the creator of meaning, the person we like to call the author, is not a single person but rather is a collective entity.
(...)
Work in progress is a term used in the fan fiction world to describe a piece of fiction still in the process of being written but not yet complete. This notion intersects with the intertextuality of fannish discourse, with the ultimate erasure of a single author as it combines to create a shared space, fandom, that we might also refer to as a community. The appeal of works in progress lies in part in the way fans can engage with an open text: it invites responses, permits shared authorship, and enjoins a sense of community.
—Karen Hellekson and Kristina Busse, Fan Fiction and Fan Communities in the Age of the Internet: New Essays (2006), p.14
It makes me sad. Because for many years, we didn't have a nice, big archive for all the fan fiction that would be easy to use. Where any reader could leave a comment and their thoughts on the story without even needing to have an account (if the author enables guest comments). Yet, people choose to consume the story as a fast food meal, moving on to the next one, not realizing that someone wrote that in their free time and wanted to share it and talk about it . I know I am hardly the first one pointing that out. Hits are not engagement. when I see like 300+ hits and then 40 kudos and 8 comments (that overlap with the kudos), as a writer I think "oh, so the remaining 260 people who clicked the story hated it". I realize that not every story is for everyone. I realize writers are not entitled to feedback. But consider this:
Readers and writers engage in power negotiations in a variety of ways, not only in terms of competing interpretations but also in the actual pro-cess of presenting, reading, and providing feedback to stories. Feedback, the reader’s comment to the author describing the positive and negative as pects of the story as well as its affective qualities, is often the only currency writers have in fandom. Writers can control feedback to some degree, be it through begging or blackmail as they hold parts of their stories hostage to a certain number of comments. Posting in parts not only may force the readers to enter a dialogue with the writer but also allows the writer to control reading practices.
—Kristina Busse, Framing Fan Fiction: Literary and Social Practices in Fan Fiction Communities (2017), p.37.
Yes, feedback is the only thing the author gets for their effort. If there is none, then it is understandable why a fan fiction author could get to the mindset of begging for it in the notes, or blackmailing that the next part is not coming unless there is at least 10 new comments from 10 different people. To make the decision where to post and why, is the only power they have.
Fan authors also control readers by controlling access by locking journals so only selected people can read them, password protecting websites, or posting to private mailing lists.
—Kristina Busse, Framing Fan Fiction: Literary and Social Practices in Fan Fiction Communities (2017), p.37.
Consider the quote above. Recently, I learned from a friend in a different fandom, that a fairly new author felt there was no interest in her story. So she decided to stop posting it to AO3 and announced on Twitter that she would only send the next parts to people privately upon requests, basically, going back to all good private mailing lists. She got a lot of requests from people who didn't leave any kind of feedback on a single published chapter. They didn't know it was important.
What I am trying to say is...
the writer is part of an interactive community, and in this way, the production of fan fiction is closer to the collaborative making of a theatre piece then to the fabled solitary act of writing.
—Francesca Coppa, ‘Writing Bodies in Space’, in Fan Fiction and Fan Communities in the Age of the Internet, p. 242
...and when people don't interact, it becomes a desperately lonely place to be. When you are a regular writer, you see reviews of your books, the sale numbers and all that. Fan fiction writers don't have that. All they have is the community they hope to discuss their stories and ideas with.
Maybe, as a reader, you want to say "but I am intimidated to interact with the author, you wouldn't interact with a writer of your favourite book."
...fandom does not preserve a radical separation between readers and writers. Fans do not simply consume preproduced stories...
Henry Jenkins, Textual Poachers: Television Fans and Participatory Culture (1992), p.46.
Do not separate yourself from the writers. Do not simply consume. Please. I beg of you.
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I wrote and posted the first part of this three part story a billion years ago but was never able to write the two other parts for some reason. As luck would have it, today I felt inspired to give part two a try. I did and this is the result.
Since it's Sunday evening and a thousand moons ago Sunday evenings were all about OUAT to me, watching an episode and posting something from my stories, here we have a sneak peek of chapter 2 of "Seen, caught, kept".
Chapter 1 "Seen"
Chapter 2 "Caught"
“Enjoying the show, thief?”
It was as if time had stopped altogether as her words reverberated through the room.
Robin was absolutely sure he was going to die.
If the depths of her eyes told him anything, it was that he was going to die. She would kill him, resurrect him, and then kill him again for this.
Robin opened his mouth, a pathetic attempt to explain himself dying on his lips, as her deep brown pools challenged him to speak.
“Well?” she spoke again as her hands moved from her sex, slick fingers coming in contact with the silk sheets as she crossed her legs slowly.
Robin took a deep breath and attempted to speak again, but a weak sound came out instead of the extensive apology he felt he owed her. She arched an unimpressed brow at his response and tilted her head to the side a little, examining him even though he still stood in the shadows.
“Step into the light,” she commanded and Robin was surprised by the speed with which his legs worked on their own suicidal accord and took step after step until the moonlight washed over him as well. He stood a few paces from her still unable to speak, her eyes trapped his own like some kind of spell.
Her face still did not betray any emotion as she broke their eye contact. Her eyes raked their way down his torso and landed on the evidence of his desire for her marked in his pants. She tilted her head a little bit more to the side and squinted her eyes, probably going through all the ways she could castrate him inside her head.
Robin felt utterly pathetic as he stood there, wondering where she would throw her first fireball at. But nothing of the sort happened, instead, she hummed as her eyes went back to his and spoke, “It seems that some parts of you were enjoying the show-” her voice was a little hoarse, but also dead serious, Robin could not make out what she was thinking.
Robin swallowed and finally found his voice, “Milady-” he gathered the little that was left of his chilvary, “I apologize. I did not mean to-”
“To what?” she interrupted him, she sat there, naked as the day she had been born, and yet carried herself with such confidence Robin did not know if he felt embarrassed or enticed.
“To look at you whilst you-” he tried to find his words, her gaze was so strong, her calm demeanor making him doubt his ability to string words together into sentences.
“Do you know-” she suddenly stood from her sitting position as she spoke, “-the penalty given to those who enter the Queen’s quarters uninvited?”
“I don’t-” he was able to give her.
“Death” she spat back at him, still not breaking eye contact.
Robin only swallowed and was scared to see her open up a sinister smile at his reaction.
“Oh boy-” his voice came out in a whisper.
Her lips then turned into a thin line, she looked as if she was holding something back. A chuckle was followed by heartfelt laughter, as she placed her hand on her chest, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back as if this had been the funniest thing that had ever happened to her.
Robin did not know how to feel about this, he had heard the stories about her temper in her previous reign before the curse. That she was mercurial and short fused, and that she had killed entire villages after fits of rage. Although he could not help but enjoy the musical sound of her laughter, it sounded real and as if she was indeed amused somehow. He found it odd that it made a shy smile appear on his own lips.
She sighed, whipping her eyes as she stood there in her naked glory, her laughter subsiding. “Such a silly rule-” Her eyes were back on him, “I have a better idea to punish you-” she waved her hand towards the door that stood ajar and it banged shut on its own, the sound of the lock reverberating through the room. “I don’t want any more visitors, do you?”
Robin did not know what to do, think or say. The words, “No, I don’t.” tumbled from his lips. Even though his brain was arguing that if she was indeed going to punish him, he would very much want help in escaping her claws.
Or would he? A small voice asked in the back of his mind.
“Good-” she spoke as she finally moved from her spot and approached him, her steps languid, hips swaying. Robin could only stand there as she prowled around him like a feline taking in its prey, her hand brushing lightly at his hardness as she passed him. She stopped behind him and Robin could feel her hot breath on the back of his neck, he could not believe he felt more and more enticed by her actions, even if they might end badly.
Her hands were suddenly on his hips, fingernails strapping at the fabric of his sleeping shirt as he felt her heat approach his back until her lips were on the shell of his ear. “My hands are tired.” One of her hands slipped under his shirt, her fingers were still a little slick with her juices, “But I’m not done yet-” she racked her nails down his stomach slowly and Robin was sure he was hallucinating.
She started moving again, her hands moving in concert still on him as she came to face him once more, “I still have-” she was now a breath away from him, their noses nearly brushing as she slurred meeting his eye, “-an itch to scratch.”
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
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