The full chapter name is actually “Brushing against the stars and the whole enchilada…”
All will become clear, I promise. :)
Pairing: pre-Emma Swan/Regina Mills
Word Count: ~2,900
“Your father wrote me poetry.”
“I could try that.”
Snow was glad Emma wasn’t watching her face. She fought the manic grin from her lips, and kept the laughter from bubbling up from her chest. The day Emma Swan wrote romantic poetry was the day Snow retired from teaching and lived the rest of her days as a mime.
17-year old Henry wants to attened a music festival. Regina and Emma are reluctant.
Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina Mills
Warnings: German. And I don’t translate.
Word Count: ~1,300
Notes: Pretend the German is Spanish. None of my Spanish speaking friends were around. Also, sorry to the original prompt, but airport has been changed to bus terminal.
No, she told herself. She was done doing what was easy. Running was easy, even if it was back to a slew of problems. She’d walked out on her own wedding. People in town were less than happy with her, not that she blamed them. She couldn’t do it anymore – she’d given them almost everything. She saved them, she worked for them, but she wasn’t going to sacrifice her own happiness for their mental picture of her future.
Steeling herself, she stepped out of the car and stormed up to the bus depot – before her traitorous legs could make her leave.
Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina Mills
Word Count: ~1,200
“Stop the wedding.”
Thank God, Emma thought. She immediately chastised herself and twisted to the back of the church. Regina stood at the doors in a formal black dress, her hair pulled up into a swirl of an up-do. She stalked halfway down the aisle, amidst the gasps from the audience and stood imperiously.
Emma has to sneak back into her parents’ cabin before dawn, being as quiet as she can so she doesn’t wake Mary Margaret. It’s actually kind of strange, like she’s finally getting to be a normal rebellious teenager, sneaking out at night to hook-up with the kind of bad girl parents are always warning their kids about.
But despite her tiptoeing and closing the door as softly as she can, Mary Margaret wakes up with a start when Emma’s still in the middle of the room, sitting bolt upright in the top bunk, her hair sticking up in about a million different directions.
“Emma?” she says groggily, her voice thick with sleep. “Are you okay?”
Emma freezes, trying not to panic, trying to look normal, trying to act like she didn’t just spend the night with her mother’s worst enemy. “Y-yeah,” she finally stutters, her heart racing. “I was just…I wanted some water.”
Summary: In which Emma and Regina share a room aboard the Jolly Roger, bicker, bond, and secretly fall in love
The annual Red vs Blue softball game is on and Storybrooke may never be the same. Emma and Regina are squaring off and things are getting messy. The seventh inning is getting down and dirty and the game is not over yet!
Show: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Swan Queen, Regina/Emma
Word Count: 2,260
Summary: They may not be in the same bunk as we fangirls would like, but they are in the same cabin, and Regina’s chronic nightmares are keeping both of them from sleeping soundly. Fluff. Pre-SQ. One-Shot.
Warning: I wrote this last night and have no idea how boats work. Also, lol, what’s a beta I’m not in a wolf pack.
Four nights on the Jolly Roger and just as many of Emma staring tiredly into the darkness, grinding her jaw and trying to tune out Regina’s endless tossing and turning and whimpering from the nightmares that had made room in her head since the journey had began.
Or maybe they’d always been there, and Emma was just getting to know them. Maybe this was a regular thing for the adoptive mother of her kid, but she sure as hell wasn’t getting used to it any time soon. Not to the erratic gasps or the thumps of Regina’s feet hitting against the cabin walls or her voice whispering incoherent phrases and the same old names, Henry and Mother and Snow and Henry, over and over again. It was enough to make Emma want to jump ship and swim to Neverland by herself. She felt for the woman, really, but there was only so much sleep she could lose…
“I thought you’d be gone,” Regina says from the kitchen door, making Emma jump half a foot in the air. The egg mixture she was gently whisking almost ends up all over the counter, but she stops the bowl skidding just in time.
“Sneaky, much?” Emma accuses. “And I don’t always run, you know.”
“No, that lifelong habit of yours only stopped when you showed up in Storybrooke,” Regina sighs. “Lucky me.”
Would love to know what you think so far, I’m so grateful for the comments and questions - it’s really what lets me know if the story is landing as I intend it to.
Next chapter should be in the next couple of days, and watch this space for the beginnings of The Enchanted Candidate.