After eleven years together and seven years of marriage, Charlotte Austin believed her life was built on something permanent. Routine. Devotion. The quiet certainty of shared breath beneath the same roof. At thirty-one, the renowned photographer thought she understood how marriages survived. She believed stability came from endurance, from learning how to hold the fragile structure of a life together. She was wrong. When her wife, Engfa Waraha-a thirty-four-year-old trauma surgeon-begins to change, the shift is so subtle Charlotte cannot name it at first. There is no argument. No confession. No moment where something clearly breaks. Just distance. Conversations shorten. Glances become unreadable. The warmth that once defined their home recedes into a silence that grows heavier with every passing day. Engfa offers no explanation. And Charlotte, who has built a career capturing the delicate moment before something collapses, finds herself standing inside one she cannot understand. Because the most unsettling fractures are not the ones that shatter loudly. They are the ones that form quietly-between unfinished sentences, avoided questions, and the slow realization that the person beside you may already be somewhere else. As doubt settles into the spaces their love once occupied, Charlotte begins to question everything she thought she knew about loyalty, trust, and the quiet promises people make when they believe a life together is permanent. What she does not yet realize is that some truths in a marriage do not arrive as revelations. They exist long before anyone is willing to admit them. And sometimes the real damage is not what one person hides, but what the other refuses to see. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains GP/Intersex themes, a slow-burn storyline, heavy angst, and infidelity. Please feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable with these themes.

*this story has smut* full credits to "Clumsy Firefly" Emma and Regina begin to have nothing but casual sex diving head on into a friends with benefits *This is not my work* I got it from *fanfic.net* *I'll remove if not allowed!:)*

Emma wakes up in the hospital with no memory of her life in Storybrooke with her family. When she sees Regina, though, she suddenly feels a connection between the two of them and feels like she knows her. But how? Regina takes in Emma until she can figure out how to get her memory back. Lots of hurt/comfort with eventual SwanQueen happiness! Takes place in season five without the DarkSwan storyline. Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of the characters.

When memories come flooding back based upon their fictional life, will Emma be able to stay consistent with the battling between good and evil? Emma appears in storybrooke and stands by Madam Mayor, there's just something about her. Then when everyone remembers their past and that the evil queen Emma is quick to defend her... until she learns the truth, but Can a hero really fall for a villain? Can Emma Swan fall in love with her enemy Regina Mills? ⚠️SEXUAL SCENES AND REFERENCES⚠️

Do you ever get that feeling when you want someone you can never have? Have you ever had to pretend to hate that person to avoid detection? Basically a SwanQueen season 3 fix it fic. Very fluffy. Maturity warning on Chapter 19 for smut.

Emma & Regina are married and are about to start a family. Emma is scared but knows they can do this together Emma is g!p

Once Upon A Time is all about hope and having a happy ending. The one that never believed she would have her's finally might have one... Robin has left to save his wife from being frozen to death. Regina was left all alone, heartbroken and insecure. Emma came to StoryBrooke to help everyone have their happy ending. She won't stop until Regina has hers, but what if Regina's happy ending is Emma herself?

Regina is a stripper/prostitute, Emma a police officer that likes to pay for company, can 1 meet and a few hours lead to a future of an actual relationship or will Regina have to make her peace with the thought of forever being trapped in the role of the Blonde's Submissive? Emma G!P

Charlotte Austin, the Snow Princess of Bangkok is the heir to the Ivory Palace Casino and daughter of Gil Austin. The man everyone whispers about when the powder starts flooding the city. The Austin Generation hides a multi billion baht cocaine empire behind velvet ropes, VIP rooms, and roulettes. Engfa Waraha is the opposite kind of royalty. The anonymous boss of Waraha Hills, a "hotel business" that quietly moves an infamous unique Asian blend of marijuana across borders. With her father locked behind bars, Engfa runs the operation in silence, smarter than anyone expects while keeping an anonymous profile. When one of her shipments is seized and men in "A" marked vests are seen at the scene, Engfa knows exactly who's sending a message. the Austins are using her routes now, and she's not about to be treated like a joke. So Engfa does what no one would ever dare. She strikes where it'll hurt the Austin cartel kingpin the most, through his daughter. What starts as a calculated business deal and a dangerous game of access into Gil's life, turns into late nights, tension, and a connection that shouldn't exist between rival empires. Because Charlotte begins to let Engfa see a part of her life she doesn't share with just anyone. and Engfa realizes too late that revenge is easy, until you fall for the person you were supposed to destroy. ‼️WARNING: Talks of Murder, Sex, Drugs, overdoses, Trafficking substances‼️ (I do not own the names of the characters mentioned in this book)

Charlotte Austin sempre foi uma mulher que dita as regras - até conhecer aquela que fará de perder o controle o mais doce dos prazeres. Sou a exceção em um mundo repleto de mulheres dispostas. Um desafio à altura da sedutora e indomável Engfa Waraha - uma mulher que coleciona conquistas com a mesma facilidade com que respira. Ela é o tipo de caos irresistível que dança perigosamente na tênue linha entre controle e rendição, dentro e fora da pista. Engfa irrompe na minha vida como um furacão, desestabilizando meu autocontrole, expondo minhas vulnerabilidades e, sem permissão, abrindo brechas na muralha cuidadosamente construída ao redor do meu coração ferido. Com ela, meu mundo - antes moldado por estrutura, previsibilidade e disciplina - começa a ruir, peça por peça. Ela não pode me oferecer o que preciso. Eu não consigo entregar o que ela deseja. Mas depois de enxergar por trás de seu verniz impecável e vislumbrar os segredos sombrios que assombram sua alma, será que ainda sou capaz de me afastar? Nosso desejo é visceral. Nossa necessidade de manter o controle, inegociável. Quando nossos mundos colidem, será que a força da nossa conexão é suficiente para nos manter unidas? Ou será que os segredos que nos cercam e o embate entre nossas vontades acabarão por nos destruir?