Rating: G
Word Count: ~2600
Summary: “You’re not the one who made the kid cry on Christmas. And I’m not the one whose pillow he cried into.”
A/N: Christmassy Regina/Emma gen. It’s still technically Christmas, right? Title courtesy of the Mountain Goats.
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The feeling is shattered only by the way Emma Swan tromps into the station with annoying regularity, punctuating Regina’s solitude with bursts of noise and color, always accompanied by one or two of her deputies and at least once a week by Archie Hopper. She brings Regina cups of hot black coffee with no sugar at all and white paper bags full of omelets and salads and lasagna that Regina thinks might have been good once, before it was frozen.
Rating: PG
Summary: Pre-Swan Queen, inspired by the Singlebrooke video aired during SDCC 2012. I started it then, and then rediscovered it in my WIP folder this week, dusted it off, and gave it a second half.
I… don’t know what prompted this, but it’s nice to hear? Thank you, truly.
the-charmings answered your question: The Color of Proof (6/6+)
HELLO YES I LOVE IT AS USUAL. And I really love that Emma feels like marriage is unnecessary for them. And Henry’s dad feels. And everything
I really hate the part of this where you’re too far away to hug.
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Rating: PG
Summary: Magic in Storybrooke has all kinds of unpredictable consequences. Emma gets the surprise of her life—for the second time—and assumes Regina must be behind it. (Yes, it’s Magical Baby fic.)
A/N: This is it! The final bit. I always love hearing what you think.
(Red) (White) (Green) (Purple) (Pink)
*****
Gold
“She’s awake.”
Emma rolled over and groaned into her pillow. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“Well, she’s awake,” Regina insisted. Emma groaned again, but she dragged herself out of bed anyway. She didn’t know why she bothered protesting. Regina did this every morning, and she’d never once been wrong. Emma wasn’t really clear on whether it was magic or just that weird mommy-spidey-sense Regina seemed to have in spades, but she was better than a baby monitor.
Sure enough, when Emma padded into the nursery, Alice was sitting up in her crib, sucking at the ear of her teddy bear and watching for Emma with wide, dark eyes. When she saw her mother, she began babbling, not stopping even as Emma lifted her onto her hip. “Good morning, Alice,” she murmured in the baby’s ear. “Happy birthday.”
Oh, thank you! I wasn’t planning a second part, but flattery will just get you everywhere with me. Consider it on my to-do list.
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Rating: M
Summary: Emma and Regina are interrupted by the phone.
A/N: Smutty Swan Queen that I wrote essentially on a dare. I wasn’t actually going to post it, but my FILDI is mighty this morning, so here you go.
*****
When the phone starts ringing for the third time in a row, Regina sighs and leans back to reach across her desk for it. The twist of the mayor’s hips as she does so forces Emma to withdraw her hand from between the other woman’s thighs. “Leave it,” she whines. “Just let it go to voicemail.”
“He’ll just keep calling,” Regina explains, trying to catch her breath. Emma sticks her slick fingers into her own mouth and pouts. Regina rolls her eyes and hits the “talk” button. “Sheriff. How can I help you?”
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Rating: PG
Summary: Magic in Storybrooke has all kinds of unpredictable consequences. Emma gets the surprise of her life—for the second time—and assumes Regina must be behind it. (Yes, it’s Magical Baby fic.)
A/N: Established Swan Queen, set months after the end of season 1. So, this took forever. As always, your feedback and tremendous patience mean the world to me.
(Red) (White) (Green) (Purple)
*****
Pink
Regina sat bolt upright in bed, straining to hear whatever it was that woke her. The bedroom was dark and warm, so she didn’t notice the empty space beside her until she heard it again: Emma softly calling her name from the master bath.
She pushed the door open, squinting against the full light of the bathroom. “Emma?” Emma was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the side of the bathtub and looking up at her.
“I was trying not to wake Henry,” Emma explained weakly. “I can’t get up.”
“Well, what the hell are you doing down there?” Regina demanded, bending to help Emma stand up.
Oh, be still my little writer heart! Thank you so much. I was quite fond of that line, myself.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. The only profit I earn from this piece is your feedback, dear reader.
Rating: PG
Summary: Magic in Storybrooke has all kinds of unpredictable consequences. Emma gets the surprise of her life—for the second time—and assumes Regina must be behind it. (Yes, it’s Magical Baby fic.)
A/N: Established Swan Queen, set months after the end of season 1. This bit’s mostly Snow & Regina.
*****
Purple
Regina’s afternoon walk in the woods brought her back up through the garden behind the house. She surveyed the carefully cultivated landscape. It was still just a little too early for roses, and the chilly nights were hard on them, but Henry said they were his favorite—though, considering how many he cut for his friend Ava, Regina suspected it was she who had the preference. She let her fingertips brush against the bushes as she passed, the fading blooms springing back to full blush as she did so.
Once she was inside, the acrid smell of paint drew her upstairs. Emma had been poring over paint chips for weeks, and although Regina had pointed out that she could paint the nursery in about three seconds and still leave room for Emma to change her mind, Emma had insisted that she wanted to do things the hard way. “It’s fun, Regina. Like the stuff in the woods is fun for you.”
She stood in the doorway of what had, until that morning, been the spare bedroom. The box fan whirring near the open window had drowned out the sound of her approach, so she was able to watch the scene for a moment without anyone noticing.
