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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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. 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.
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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.
*****
Green
Emma sat in the Nolans’ cheery kitchen, one leg drawn up so that her chin rested on her knee. Cocoa had sounded good when her mother offered it, but when Snow placed it on the table in front of her, the smell of the hot milk and cinnamon turned her stomach. She reached as if to pick it up but when Snow turned her back, she surreptitiously pushed the mug further away.
“So are you going to tell me or are you going to make me guess?” Snow asked over her shoulder.
“I thought I’d wait until you sat down, at least.”
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Rating: PG. There is brief discussion of the concept of abortion, so if that upsets you, tread carefully.
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 took longer than expected due to real life. Thanks for your patience! David is still called David because of reasons. He just is.
(Red)
*****
White
The terms of Regina’s house arrest were very specific about who could escort her off the property. Emma wanted to do it herself, but Regina insisted that it was crucial that they follow the rules. Once they decided to ask, it only took one phone call from Emma and surprisingly little convincing to get David to agree to help them.
They were gone for nearly two hours. Emma tried to distract herself by helping Henry with his homework and putting dinner in the oven, but when she heard David’s truck pulling up in front of the big white house, she was immediately on her feet and out the front door. By the time he parked and came around the front of the vehicle to open the passenger-side door, she had made it to the sidewalk.
“What happened? Is she okay?”
“I’m fine,” Regina insisted, shrugging off David’s hand at her elbow, but her face was drawn and, even in heels that let her tower over Emma, she seemed somehow diminished. “I’m just tired.”
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Rating: T - for language
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 about six months after the season 1 finale. This will be in six parts, but there may also be a couple of drabbles and a prequel, depending on how things go.
*****
Red
Regina fiddled with the mantle clock in her study. She’d set it the day Henry had given it to her—Mother’s Day, the year he was seven—and it had kept perfect time for years. But magic had done something to it. The day Emma had brought Henry home from the hospital, Regina had realized that it was running backwards. That had stopped, but no matter how often she set the clock, it no longer seemed able to properly keep time. It was one of her favorite things in this room, but she was verging on throwing it into the crackling fire, so annoyed was she by the visual reminder of how time passing actually felt. The hours alone in the big empty house could drag on until she thought she’d go crazy, but the days turned into weeks and months faster than she could keep track of them.
“You!”
Regina was generally unmoved by the woman storming through her closed study door without knocking or observing any kind of protocol whatsoever. That behavior had been typical for as long as they’d known each other. For someone so private, Emma didn’t have a particularly strong sense of personal space, and it had only gotten worse since she’d moved in. It was the rage in Emma’s voice that raised Regina’s eyebrows. That was something she hadn’t heard in quite a while.
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Rating: M - here be smut
A/N: Swan Queen. For the reader who requested a fic featuring Emma wielding a strap-on. This turned out wildly different from what I expected when I started writing it. Post-ep for 1x09 “True North.”
*****
Henry’s finally asleep and she’s almost forgotten that she left the sheriff in the study, but when she comes back down, Regina finds her sitting there like she owns the place, drinking a glass of cider to which she clearly helped herself. She’s irritating and alluring all at once, the surly expression and crass posture not quite enough to spoil her natural beauty. There’s something else, too, something magnetic that Regina can’t quite put her finger on.
“Now, what can I do for you, Sheriff?”
Emma rises to her feet as the mayor comes in. Henry’s phrase whispers in the back of Regina’s mind. White Knight. And they say chivalry is dead, she thinks with a wry grin. Then Emma speaks, gruffly. “We need to talk. About work.”
Regina feels the milk-glass mayoral demeanor slip back into place, just like always. She’s sure if she ever forgets herself and is glad to see the woman, Emma would only have to open her mouth to ruin it. “Do we?”
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Rating: PG
A/N: Our intrepid duo needs to get the hell out of Dodge for a beach vacation. One-shot. Pre-Swan Queen. Spoilers through 1x22, including significant canon plot points.
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Eyes closed behind her oversized sunglasses, Regina took a pull from the bottle that she’d wedged into the sand at her side. The fizzy, citrusy malt beverage was unimpressive compared to her homemade hard cider, but it was cool in her throat and warm in her belly and anyway, nothing was homemade this far from home. It would have to do. Anything to quiet all the noise in her head.
She scrunched her nose at the chemical-sweet smell of sunscreen as a shadow fell across her. She knew it wasn’t Henry, who still wouldn’t speak to her but would have managed to drip salt water out of his hair all over her anyway. This figure just stood, waiting. “You’re in my sun, Miss Swan,” she said finally.
