@Grtmnick

Let’s take a minute to remind ourselves of SwanQueen’s absolute canonicity!

"Emma...what exactly is it that you're looking at?" asked Snow, with more than a hint of parental suspicion within her tone of voice.

"W-wha?" was the only response that Emma was able to muster, so focused as she was on the image on her phone's screen. She reluctantly tore her eyes away from the rather tantalizing selfie that Regina had just sent and glanced towards her interrogative mother.

With what could only be described as the well honed reflexes of a former bandit, Snow snatched the phone from her daughter's grip.

"Hey!" whined a rather shocked Emma, with more petulance than was probably appropriate for a woman in her 30s to display.

Snow shamelessly double tapped on the home button with her thumb, then swiped the erotic image upwards, so that it was off the screen.

She then held Emma's iPhone outwards at a classic selfie angle, stuck out her tongue, and snapped a picture. One short flurry of fingers later, the image was sent to Regina and accompanied by a message about the importance of uninterrupted mother-daughter time.

All Emma could do was sit, unsure of what response was most appropriate. On her face was frozen a look of confusion, disdain, and embarrassment, in equal parts.

It would seem that the combination of her labido and Regina's assets, had propelled the blonde into an awkward situation yet again.

(Thanks to @once_uponatimeofficial on Instagram for sharing the memorialization of Emma's embarrassment)

In the depths of her family's ancestral summer home, Queen Snow White carried to term two beautiful baby girls. The fraternal twins' existence was a closely guarded secret, so deeply hidden that the fates themselves failed to predict how the sisters would alter the threads of countless lives.

The first of the two children was named Emma, and was prophesied to be the savior, protector of all that was good and just. The second, was given the name Helena, and was destined to safeguard her twin from the darkness, both outside and within.

The agents of providence however, had far more sinister plans for the duo. Their dark machinations separated the sisters, scattered them amongst the multiverse, so that each instead aged apart and alone, transformed into Swan and Luthor, neither knowing of love nor of the others existence.

This is the story of two women's quests to find the ultimate solace, family...

Emma slowly turned toward her parents. The width of her unfocused eyes, and the rosiness of her cheeks, each made it so she looked as if somewhat dazed.

She then muttered, mostly to herself, “D-dress…? Wha…?”

After which she seemed to shake from her revere and exclaimed, “O! Yes! Regina’s boo—I mean dress! That was what all three of us noticed, simultaneously, her Evil Queen-esc. dress.”

""I can’t loose her Charming—I won’t loose her, not again!” Snow beseeched to her husband, the universe, and anything or anyone who might listen. The look in her watery emerald eyes held a swirling mixture of both anguish and determination. Her grip on Charming and Lena was adamantine. 

Charming rubbed the hand gently between his wife’s shoulder blades. He looked at her with a near desperate desire to provide some semblance of comfort. His neck was bent forward and forehead placed against hers. He solemnly whispered, “I know my love…I know. We’ll think of something—Have faith. She’ll find a way back to us or we’ll find her, we always do...""

"All 25 of the 1979 Volkswagen Beetle's horses roared with the fury of 1000 sewing machines, as Emma attempted an upshift to pick up speed on the straightaway, but the aging transmission sometimes had a mind of its own when the driver wasn’t totally focused. She’d almost skipped the appropriate gear, but saved it the last second, with the only consequence being the cringeworthy grinding sound that’d emanated from the car’s transmission.

Unfortunately, as had become typical for her in the midst of all the craziness, she was pretty much flying blind, running on nothing but instinct and adrenaline. As a result, she was more prone to make mistakes. Hopefully, her choice to head directly into a gigantic swirl of black clouds, with bolts of lightning arcing between them, wouldn’t be another entry in the chronicle of her many bad decisions over the years..." 

"Purple hellfire thus erupted from Regina’s cavernous maw, with a mighty roar heralding its creation. The flames billowed outward, passing between the beastial grin created by her elongated fangs. Waves of intense heat served as harbinger for the fusillade as it rippled forward, spreading toward the ongoing duel, incinerating any and all debris caught within its volcanic wake..."  

"Before Regina could retaliate against his verbal jab, Emma’d taunted, “I heard tell that you didn’t hesitate to defend yourself. All I see here, is a genuine misunderstanding of bailiff’s authority. Wouldn’t you agree, Madam Mayor?”

“Seems like an issue for the courts. Certainly not a matter of concern for the executive branch,” Regina supported. 

“Ahh yes, I should have expected that the former Evil Queen would jump at the chance to bow down to her conqueror, the Savior,” sneered the Dark One. 

Regina’s magic was a tumult within her. Her ego demanded that she strike back at anyone who would dare insult her so, but her heart pulsed even at the insinuation of her throwing herself before her Savior’s mercy, ready and willing to receive whatever repentance Emma demanded of her..."