First ever Dragon Queen fic, written 5 months ago and posted on Tumblr.

Including a few other one-shots I've written for this ship in the coming chapters.

I've written them all on Tumblr and never posted them anywhere else so I thought it was time to bring them here.

Maleficent can count on one hand the amount of times she's seen Regina broken, and the few moments that her young friend has allowed her to see her in such a vulnerable state have always been attributed to two things: one, her stable boy, and the heartache that comes with visiting his countryside grave, and two, Leopold, and the dread and pain that accompany his visits to her bedchamber at night.

Right now, Regina's blank stare and trembling lower lip, the way she slumps by the fireplace she'd ignited for her all those months ago, tell Maleficent that the reason for her friend's turmoil is most definitely her husband, an assumption confirmed when she walks closer and sees that the sleeve of Regina's tunic is torn, her hair disheveled, hands trembling.

"Oh, my darling," she whispers as she wraps her arms around her, holding her close and chanting "it's alright, you're safe now," over and over again in her ear.

"I'm okay," Regina utters, her voice so quiet Maleficent has to strain to hear it. "The potion you gave me worked, he was snoring before he could do anything, I'm just… shaken, I guess."

She's offered (on more than one occasion) to pay a visit to that wretched old man in her dragon form, to burn down his castle or devastate his kingdom or maim him or, well, anything that will get him to stop his advances on Regina, but the young queen is wise, has spies in court that have told her the nobles know of their friendship, so she's refused to let Maleficent help.

"They'll know I put you up to it, and then they will never back me up to take charge of the kingdom," she'd said.

"Why would you want the kingdom, dear? I thought you said you didn't want to be queen. Let me help, and you can come live with me if they get rowdy," Maleficent had insisted as they sipped wine in the luxurious throne room of her solitary castle.

"The kingdom is Snow White's. Taking it from her will be part of my revenge," Regina had countered, and that had been that. Maleficent knew of her plans to avenge her Daniel, knew that all her young friend had left was her anger, and she would not be the one to take it from her, would not be the one to alter the only course of life in which she found solace, so she'd relented, but had still given Regina a powerful sleeping draught to knock the king out before he could get his hands on her. Thankfully, it had worked like a charm.

"I'm glad you're alright," Maleficent says in her ear, still embracing the other woman, Regina's head tucked under her chin. She takes advantage of the closeness, her hand playing with her long, silky tresses, marveling at the softness of them, from the top of Regina's head all the way down and right over the small of her back where they end with a slight curl, the motions soothing both of them.

"I can't wait until my plan is finally in motion. I'm going to enjoy tearing them all apart," the queen says in an angry murmur, and Maleficent pulls away to look at her, into those eyes so full of hate and fire, her thumb tracing the small scar above her lip.

"Shh," she consoles, "don't think about any of that right now, just relax."

"I'm too keyed up to relax," Regina replies, but closes her eyes to try and rein in her bristling energy all the same. Maleficent then scoots to cradle her, resting her back against the leg of the chair behind them as she takes off Regina's cloak and brings her to lay back against her chest. She massages her shoulders a bit, but then her hand takes a different course, caressing her friend's body, exploring it as she takes deep breaths in time with hers, smiling when Regina hums.

"You're safe here," Maleficent says, "no one will come find you, you can rest easy, dearest."

Her hand finds a breast then, squeezes it gently, and Regina stiffens for a moment, turning to stare at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing, Mal?" she asks.

"Helping you relax," the dragon sorceress replies with a smirk, delighting in the way her words and her actions make Regina's eyes fall closed.

"Don't worry, dear," she insists as she continues her attentions, "this isn't some ploy to get you to do anything, I just want to help you feel better, remind you of who you are, just like you did with me."

"I don't remember this being part of my tactic," Regina sighs as she arches into her touch.

"Doesn't mean you can't enjoy it. Besides, it's nothing we haven't done before," Maleficent counters, finally tasting her skin, a tiny press of lips to jaw as she continues running her hands up and down the younger woman's curves.

"We were both very drunk that night," Regina replies, but her eyes remain closed, her body already giving in, softening under Maleficent's wandering hands.

"Shall I get the summer wine, then?" she jokes, and Regina's answering chuckle jostles her slightly.

"No need," she tells her, "just… keep going."

Maleficent's fingers dig into her hips before they trail back up and grab both her breasts under her leather vest, playing with the soft swells over the linen of her shirt. Regina's breathing grows labored, and her head lolls back against Mal's shoulder, surrendering to the sensations she's evoking in her.

"That's it," she coaxes, "just relax."

Her touch grows a little bolder, one hand snaking down into the waistband of her riding breeches and undergarments, giving her clit a cursory rub that has Regina moaning softly, almost sleepily. Maleficent continues, her fingers slow in their attentions to her clit, eliciting lovely sounds of pleasure from Regina as her mouth dives back into her, kissing her neck while her other hand remains at her breasts, freeing them from their confines and kneading, squeezing one nipple and then the other as she trails a wet path up her jawline with her tongue.

"Do that again," Regina demands when Maleficent's teeth sink into the joint of her neck and shoulder, and the dragon is not one to be told what to do, but just this once, she makes an exception, biting into the tender skin again and licking it right after, loving the cry of complete satisfaction that Regina utters at the feeling.

"It's alright, Regina," she murmurs in her ear, "you're safe here. You can let go with me."

Her hand is still tucked into her pants, spreading the wet heat of her around her sensitive flesh, venturing a finger inside her and moving slowly in and out for a few seconds before she adds another. The trousers are constricting, but not enough to warrant a change in their position, and Maleficent finds she can rile Regina up just fine like this, with her body laid out for her to admire as she continues sucking at her friend's neck, nibbling her earlobe, until finally Regina turns her head and crashes their lips together, tongues tangling, battling for dominance.

"Very soon," Maleficent whispers against her mouth when they part, her hand rubbing over her clit again, faster this time, "you're going to be a true queen, and everyone will cater to you instead of that little brat. You'll get your revenge, everything you've ever wanted, and it will be glorious."

"Yes," she breathes back, rolling her hips into her hand now.

"Yes," Maleficent agrees, "but in order to do that, you cannot forget who you are." Her fingers are rubbing over her, then dipping inside her, and she no longer knows if there's even a rhythm to it, all she knows is that Regina likes it, is moving deliciously as the sensations overwhelm her, it won't take much longer for her orgasm to peak.

Maleficent moves her two fingers inside Regina faster and faster, the movement banging the heel of her hand against her clit repeatedly, making the young queen cry out in ecstasy.

"You're powerful, beautiful. Dark and strong and fearless," she tells her, "and you are going to win."

That's all it takes, and Regina clenches her muscles around her fingers as she moans loudly, writhing as she comes, her body sagging against Maleficent when she takes her hand out from inside her pants and rests her chin on her shoulder, cheek pressed to cheek in a gesture far more tender than both of them are used to.

"Thank you," Regina says, still a little breathless.

"You're very welcome, dear," she answers saucily, wrapping both arms around her friend and holding her there as they take in the warmth from the fire that burns just a little brighter in the hearth.

"Do you really think I'm going to win?" Regina asks then, turning to face her, and Maleficent feels a genuine smile tugging at her lips at the innocence in her friend's tone as she voices her concern.

"Well, that depends," she taunts, "Are you a bad girl, Regina?"

The young queen takes a moment to ponder the seemingly inane question, and then that smirk, that evil, enticing smirk of hers appears, her mind no doubt conjuring a million scenarios in which she exacts her revenge on Leopold and his insipid daughter, and she answers in that deep, raspy quality her voice takes when she's excited, "The worst."

"Hmm," Maleficent replies with a satisfied smirk, "long live the queen."
Winking at Regina, she snaps her fingers to transport them to her bed, where they fall asleep after hours of plotting the most entertaining ways to murder their enemies. And in that moment, no friendship has ever been stronger, than that of the Dragon and the Evil Queen.