Summary: Emma has something to ask Regina... and something to tell her parents too.
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A/N - This is the eighth (AND REALLY LATE) chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Coming Out”. If you read give it a like and reblog, or comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
Regina held Emma’s hand as they watched the fireworks, enjoying the lights projected on the castle. It was as if they were back in another magical land, one where hope was in the air and people could only feel happiness. It kinda made Regina want to throw up. Her love for disney did not mean that she liked pink unicorn balloons and little girls dressed as Snow White all around her. She just endured it and enjoyed everything else. She felt Emma kiss her cheek and she turned, returning the kiss and keeping on watching the show. She had forgotten completely about Henry’s gift.
The lights of the street turned on again, and people clapped and cheered at the end of the show. It took everyone to start walking away ten minutes, the crowd all walking to the exit of the park. Emma smiled and took Regina’s hand, guiding her to one of the restaurants of the park. “But Em, it’s closed.” the brunette said, watching her girlfriend open the door and enter. She turned to Henry, who only shrugged in response. They followed Emma inside, watching her shake hands with a woman. “What is this?” Regina questioned.
“You’ll see.”
“Ma’am Swan, your table is ready.”
Emma just grinned, and walked them to a table for three next to the window. They could see the castle from there, and if they opened the window they could walk into a small balcony. Henry happily sat down and asked a waitress for a coke, which was brought to him in less than a minute. Regina understood nothing, until she remembered the surprise Emma had prepared and everything made sense. This was all for Henry’s early birthday surprise. Regina smirked, looking at her son and then and Emma, who returned the smirk. They had dinner calmly, although Emma kept looking at the waiters as if she wanted some kind of sign.
“Did you enjoy dinner, ma’am?” the second waitress asked Regina as she took the small plate from in front of her. Regina nodded and thanked the woman, then saw Emma stood up. Henry quickly followed, putting on their coats. “Your coat, ma’am.” the waitress said to Regina, appearing through the door with the woman’s brown jacket. Regina stood up and puzzled put it on, then walked behind Emma.
“Emma, hey,” she whispered, taking the woman’s hand and moving close. “What about Henry’s surprise? Was it dinner or…?”
“Just waaaaaait.” Emma laughed. They made their way next to a fountain, across the now empty square that gave to Main Street. The castle was on their right, still illuminated but with faint lights. “It’s so beautiful!” the blonde sighed, taking out her phone. “Let’s take a picture.” she spoke, turning to look around in hopes to find someone to take it. She spotted a lonely cleaning man sweeping the floor and approached him. He smiled at her. “Is everything ready?”
“Yeah.”
“They’re finally filming it or not?”
“Yeah there will be one camera guy, you’ll see him. Whenever you want.”
“Okay. Here we go…— YES SIR, THIS BUTTON TO TAKE PICTURES.” she said loudly enough for the others to hear. She walked back to Regina and hugged her, then pulled Henry between them. The man posed as if to take a picture, taking one just in time for Elton John’s Can you feel the love tonight play.
“What the—” Regina started, jumping in surprise at the loud song that seemed to surround them. She turned around and saw the castle illuminating more and more, the faint lights now having disappeared and images being projected on the castle’s walls. Images of them, together. Going to picnics, family dinners, playing table tennis with Henry. “Oh.” the brunette smiled, seeing that they were all images of them with Henry. So this must be the surprise!!! she thought, although she was proven wrong when Henry stopped appearing in some images. Now they were pictures of them on dates, snapchats that Emma had taken of the woman in their house, even one photo of the two snuggled in bed. She looked at the images with confusion, then at the blonde. “What is this?”
“Just wait.” Emma whispered, gripping her hand tighter as the chorus repeated for one last time. The song was starting to fade and Emma let go, making Regina immediately miss the physical contact. She would have turned, if it wasn’t for the fact that now only five words were projected on the castle.
Regina, will you marry me?
She turned. Emma was not standing next to her, but kneeling, with a smile on her face and an open ring box on her hands. “I have waited to tell you this for a long time now, and I couldn’t wait anymore. So, what do you say?”
“Is this real? Like, really real? Seriously real?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my— Yeah, YEAH!”
“Wait, you two are engaged?!” Ruby practically screamed, running to study the ring on Regina’s finger under the attentive look of Dorothy, who stood next to her and frowned. ‘I was gonna do it first!’ she mouthed to Emma, then rolled her eyes and grinned. The four women sat on the terrace of the bar and vividly talked about the proposal, until Emma hushed them. “My parents.” she said, making Regina cringe and immediately hide her hand. The happy couple smiled at the blonde’s parents, who approached them with happiness.
“Emma hey! Sorry for not seeing you before at Granny’s, we were at the doctor with Neal. How was Disneyland? Did something interesting happen?”
“Uh…”
“Uh?”
“Uh.”
“Emma, is everything okay?” Snow asked, worried. Ruby and Dorothy looked at each other and silently decided to leave.
“See you later!”
“Mom, dad, I have to tell you something. Uh… Regina and I have been hiding something from you guys.”
“Hiding… something?”
“Yeah. Uh… We’re getting married.”
“Wait, what? You two are dating?!” David questioned, sitting after the Sheriff’s desk and staring at the two women with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Snow’s mouth fell wide open, her hands shaky— Emma was pretty worried that she’d drop Neal.
“WAIT. YOU TWO ARE… GAY?!”
“Yeah. Really gay. Wife and wife, Mrs and Mrs kinda gay.”
Summary: Raven Reyes has the mission of killing Abigail Griffin, a local surgeon. Little does she know, Abigail is not who she thinks she is.
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A/N - This is the first prompt for the first Doctor Mechanic Week, for the prompt “Assassins”. If you read give it a like and reblog, or comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
It was Abigail Griffin. The person who had been following her, the one that was holding her hair and pressing a gun against her temple, was trying to kill her. [...] Abigail Griffin was the woman that she was supposed to kill that night.
Her footsteps echoed as her feet hit the cold, hard concrete. There was no doubt in her mind that she had been spotted. She didn’t care. How could she? It was far too late to turn back, there was no other way to handle the situation. She pressed on, the black sneakers scuffing the cement of the sidewalk as she ran. There was someone chasing her, she was almost sure of it. Her hand went to her gun, resting against her hip. Should she shoot? Who was following her? Most importantly, why were they following her? She kept running.
Running, running, running. For what seemed like the longest time. Her hair swung, tied up in a ponytail. She felt like she had not been able to breathe in that whole time. She wasn’t sure. There was only one thing that she was almost certain of— the shadow cast behind her wasn’t her own but yet it seemed so familiar. She was enticed by it, the lack of sounds behind her both enigmatic and seductive in their own way. How could someone obviously be following her, and yet not let her catch a glimpse of them?
Her foot caught on a break in the sidewalk, sending her tumbling down.
“Please don’t kill me!” she cried out, shielding her face as the shadowy figure approached her. “I won’t tell, I promise! Just please don’t— please don’t kill me!”
“I am not going to kill you,” was all that fell from the woman’s lips. She took the girl by her hair, forcing her to stand. “Not yet, anyways.”
The girl looked at her in silence.
“Who are you?” the woman asked, pushing the barrel of a cold metallic object against the girl’s head. It was her own gun, she noticed, her hand on her hip. “Are you following me?” she questioned, eyes glimmering in the dark. “Who sent you?”
The girl said nothing, just nodded against the point of the cold weapon. What could she say? She had been caught, like a mouse under a rug. Her fate, likely to be the same as the rodent’s. “I— I won’t tell anyone,” she said in almost a whimper. The words were out of her mouth and in the air before she could think twice, “I promise.”
She could only hope that the genuine promise would elicit a response from the other.
But it didn’t.
The woman stood in front of her, looking at her with an unmoved look. Unlike the girl, she did not breathe heavily after being following the girl for so long, and she ignored the sweat running down her skin. “Tell me who are you and who sent you. Now.” the attacker commanded, pressing the gun harder against her temple. Then she yanked at her hair, pulling her close and looking into her eyes. Finally letting the girl see her full face. “Or tomorrow they’ll find your brain scattered on the ground.”
It was Abigail Griffin. The person who had been following her, the one that was holding her hair and pressing a gun against her temple, was trying to kill her. Abigail Griffin was a forty year old doctor in the Inova Fairfax Hospital in Washington DC. She lived in a beautiful big house in the suburbs, owned a black fancy car and had a daughter attending Harvard university.
Abigail Griffin was the woman that she was supposed to kill that night.
Raven couldn’t help but gasp, her surprise obvious. This woman was the woman she was supposed to kill. This woman was the one that was supposed to be in front of the gun, not behind it. This woman was not just a doctor, she realized. She was way more than that. Something much more scarier. And if she told her what she wanted to hear, they would kill her. But if she did not tell her what she wanted to hear, she would die this way. She was just as good as a piece of meat thrown to the wolves, ready to be eaten alive. Her life fell to the mercy of the unknown woman, a woman she had been following for weeks and yet she did not know much about.
The girl cringed, and Abigail smiled. As if she enjoyed, even loved, the situation. “Of course you can’t tell me,” the woman chuckled, moving her free hand. So there’s a they. CIA? “We’re going to do this,” she started, grinning. “I’m going to make simple questions, and you’ll answer. If you don’t…” She leaned and hovered her mouth over Raven’s ear, never stopping to point at her head. “I’ll pull the trigger.” she said with a macabre smirk. “Since when have you been following me and what have you seen?”
“I’ve—,” Raven shuddered at the sound of the voice in her ear. She took a shaky breath and turned her face, meeting the woman’s eyes. “I’ve been following you for three weeks and a half. Maybe four. I’ve seen…” she sighed and looked away. A short scuffle was heard in the distance. Raven hoped it was someone else, but all hope was lost when she saw it was just a stray feline, of black soft hair. “I haven’t seen anything.” she finished firmly, although it was a lie.
The woman knew she was lying.
And she seemed offended by that. They sent an amateur to follow me. Who do they think I am? A teenage movie version of James Bond, that they have to send a fifteen year old to spy on me?! What is this, DEBS?!
“Liar. Liar liar pants on fire,” Abigail hissed, absolutely convinced that the girl knew about her cover as a doctor. Just following her into work any morning and asking some questions would be enough to know that. But did she know about her true job, the one almost no no one knew about? “Tell me everything you know. You don’t want to get killed, right?”
“No.” the girl quickly responded, closing her eyes as tears began to slip from them. “Listen, I know you’ve got a whole life here, but, but…” she ran out of words, looking for any sign of humanity in the other’s light brown eyes. “You are a doctor, I know you are a doctor. But please, please point the gun somewhere else. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, okay? Please,” she begged, furrowing in a sad manner. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she waited to see if the woman would go out on a limb and give her some space. She had not been trained for this, she was supposed to not to even be caught. Not on her first mission.
“Oh, no, no, no, no. Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Abigail said. Her tone, motherly and caring, as if she was talking to a nine year old. Raven was the one who felt offended now, she was no nine year old. The woman grinned. “It only makes me want to kill you more.”
Raven’s eyes widened.
“Listen to me, and pay attention because your life depends on it,” Abigail said, starting to pull again at the girl’s dark hair, “you are going to stand up, slowly. There is an abandoned warehouse just at the end of this street. You are going to walk there slowly, without making a sound, okay? Because if you talk, if you scream, if you make a movement that seems suspicious to me, or if you simply annoy me, I’ll empty the magazine of my gun in your head. Okay?”
Raven shuddered. The way the woman spoke made her feel so scared, a rush of helplessness down her spine. She felt even weaker than before. She was stupid. Stupid to be so careless and let herself be caught. How could she have missed that the woman knew she was following her? She should have been paying more attention to the details. This was no one’s fault but her own.
She nodded.
Standing up slowly, cringing slightly as she went back on her feet, slowly walking in front of the woman. Still holding her hair, the older pushed her in the warehouse’s direction. Having the woman behind her was nerve wracking. Abigail was pressing her body against the girl’s, making her unable to free herself. And so the hope that she had of the woman making a mistake and giving her a chance to escape was gone. They walked in silence, the girl surrendering to the woman’s force. They finally arrived to an almost unnoticeable door, slightly open. Raven recognized it as the warehouse the woman had visited earlier this morning. What was inside, the girl still didn’t know. She had been following her for two weeks, and Abigail hadn’t visited it until that same day.
What is in there?
They walked inside, the woman looking around in the darkness. There was nothing strange in it apparently, since Abigail pushed her in. They approached a solitary chair in the middle of the room, where Raven was forced to sit down. The gun stopped being pressed against her, and the woman reached for something in the wall behind her. Raven bit down on her lip, shaking slightly. “No, no. Don’t tie me up.” she spoke firmly, decided to regain control of the situation somehow. If this place what was she imagined, she would need some advantage. She couldn’t see what hung from the walls, but she could picture it. Wiggling in the chair, she looked at the woman. “This is where you torture them, isn’t it?” she questioned, almost feeling the pain inflicted to Abigail’s previous victims. Her voice was cold, as if she was already accepting her fate.
The woman did not stop tying her.
“You’re annoying me, darling.” Abigail warned, the endearing term making the girl shudder. She felt her wrists being pulled behind her back, and a rope being wrapped around them. A few seconds later the woman had finished her skilfull work and took a step behind, then walked around the chair. Raven tried to move her hands, but the rope sat right below her thumb joint. She couldn’t reach for the knot. The woman reached for something and the lights turned on, displaying the area. “Nice, isn’t it?”
When Raven looked around her she felt her stomach turn.
“Luckily for you, I’m not going to tie your ankles…” Cordelia said, grabbing a chair and sitting on it backwards, her arms resting on the back of the chair. “But do anything suspicious with your legs and…” she took out a small knife from her pocket and showed it to the girl. “Well, let’s say that walking is better crawling.”
"What’s your name, darling?”
“Fuck you.” she groaned, only to quickly regret it. The fact that she was still able to speak reminded her that she was still alive, that she was still breathing. She still had hope. “And don’t call me darling.”
“Cute,” the woman chuckled, “really, really cute.” She stood up from the chair and slowly walked towards the girl, playing with the knife on her hand. She moved around her, smirking. Once behind the chair, she leaned to whisper on the girl’s ear. “Listen to me, darling. You are going to tell me everything I want to know. Otherwise, I will kill you so slowly that you will want to die.”
Raven felt goosebumps at the words, but her fear became more real when she felt a cold blade on the back of her neck. “Wha— What is that?!”
“A blade, darling.” the woman spoke. The girl was sure that she was grinning. “One used to skin people, actually.”
The blade was pressed against the girl’s neck gently, enough for Raven to notice it’s presence but not to cut her. The woman did not have much rush on trying to kill her. The girl’s lips parted softly, shaky breaths escaping from them each time the cold metal rubbed across her skin. Abigail’s work kept her on the edge of hysteria. No one before had evoked so much fear into Raven’s life, she was on the verge of tears. She wanted to live, more than ever.
“Rachel King.” she lies. A name doesn’t mean anything in the business. Agents hardly ever go by their real name. A name, after all, is just that— a name.
“Good girl. Nice to meet you, Rachel. If that is actually your name, of course.” the woman smiled and took a step back, putting the knife inside the pocket it belonged to. Raven swallowed. She walked to the chair and sat in the same position as before. “I’d tell you my name, but I guess that you already know that. Because you know my name, right?”
Of course Raven knew it. She had been following the woman for weeks, she knew who she was.
“Abigail Griffin.” the girl immediately answered, meeting the woman’s gaze. She had gained a little confidence in the chair. “I mean, that’s totally not your real name, right? You’re an agent after all.”
“Maybe,” the woman grinned. She was about to say something when they heard a noise outside. Abigail turned and looked at the door, then looked at Raven. “Listen to me because I will not repeat this. Don’t follow me again. Don’t come here, or anywhere near me. Simply forget I exist. Otherwise, I will kill you.” the woman undid the tie and pulled back. “Now run and don’t look back. And never follow me again.”
“What?!”
“Leave, Rachel. They’re coming.”
“But—” Raven tried to answer, being pushed towards a back entrance. “What about you? They’ll kill you if they found out I did not—”
“Leave.”
“My name is not Rachel.”
“We don’t have the time for this, run!”
“But— but—” the woman pushed her onto the ground, and Raven could only have time to notice how the door started to close. “Raven! My name is Raven!”
“We’ll meet again, Raven.” Abigail whispered as the door closed behind her and a gunshot was heard in the dark warehouse.
A/N - This is the seventh chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Physical Intimacy”. If you read give it a like and reblog, or comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
Regina and Emma walked holding hands, looking at Henry walk in front of them. They had got to the hotel before the park closed, already dark enough to not to even see two meters ahead of them. Regina smiled, amazed at how clueless Henry was of their surprise; while Emma grinned at how clueless her girlfriend was of her surprise. The woman was still feeling quite tired, but seemed to be less sick. Maybe the dinner they had had in the pirates restaurant had helped— and Emma hoped it did considering how expensive some dishes were. Who’d think that Europe was so expensive?
Henry was exhausted too apparently, since he barely could keep himself awake as he brushed his teeth and got changed. When he lay on his bed and finally fell asleep, Emma laughed. “He didn’t even say goodnight, poor kiddo. It’s like he was twelve again.” the blonde said, remembering the small boy that one day appeared on her door. He had grown up so much since then, and yet he still had the same love for fairy tales that he had back then. They were his reality after all.
“Says the woman who almost screamed when she got to take a picture with Mickey during dinner.” Regina laughed, walking back from the toilet in her nightgown and sitting on the bed. “That soup was so nice, I think that I’ll be much better tomorrow.”
“That’s good.” Emma smiled, laying next to her and moving to press her body against her back. “You think you’ll want to stay for the show in the castle tomorrow?”
“Yeah. It’s our last day, and you know today I was just sick.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too,” the woman said, closing her eyes. Her hands had moved to Regina’s belly, slowly caressing it with her fingertips. The thin layer of purple silk was nothing to stop Regina from letting out a soft giggle, the sensation tickling her. Emma’s hand moved slowly to her hips, in innocent caresses to make the woman fall asleep. She did that every night, and it worked wonders on the woman. Regina refused to admit it, but she was still afraid of the night. She didn’t know if it was the darkness, the thin fabrics of the bedsheets, or being so used to sleeping alone that now company helped her. But she remembered each of Emma’s caresses as if they were scars on her skin.
The day they had first kissed, Emma’s fingertips had posed themselves on the woman’s cheek, caressing it. Her lips had met hers gently, parting them slightly. Her tongue had ran on her lip, and then slowly entered her mouth. Regina had let it, and they had kissed slowly in the mayor’s office. “See you later.” Emma had said after the kiss.
The night they had their first date, Regina had held hands with Emma on their way home. The blonde had not known what to do, it felt so strange to have a date with someone she could actually hold hands with. Her ex had never even liked that, saying it was not manly to do so. But Regina simply had leaned towards her and rested her head on her shoulder, intertwining their fingers and smiling wide. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emma had whispered, kissing the woman and walking back to her house.
The first day they woke up next to each other, Emma spent all morning caressing her body, running her fingers up and down her skin. She ran over the stretch marks on Regina’s thighs, on the cellulite under her bottom, on the scar of her lip. The woman’s touch was perfect on her skin, and Regina would never get tired of it.
“I love you, so much…” Regina sighed, already fast asleep.
The next day Emma and Regina took turns to take as many pictures of them as they could. At first the brunette did not know why, but Emma seemed to be quite obsessed with having Henry take many pictures of the couple, saying that they already had a lot of pictures with him. Any kid would have felt strange about it, but the boy seemed to be more than happy to help with that. Regina frowned. The surprise was for him, and yet they hadn’t prepared anything. Emma said it had been taking care of, that they did not have to worry about. “But…”
“It’s all okay. It will happen tonight, so don’t worry until then.” the blonde said, hugging Regina from behind— and winking at Henry as he took a picture.
Summary: Emma disappears for two hours on the evening, which makes Regina quite mad.
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A/N - This is the LATE sixth chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Arguments”. If you read give it a like and reblog, or comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
Regina yawned as they walked towards the rides, still not wide awake. She needed to have a good night’s sleep, and she had started to feel herself being even more grumpy than usual. Emma’s jokes had stopped being funny to her, when she looked at Henry she did not feel the usual warmth in her heart— today she just wanted him to stop running around and yelling whenever he saw a cool character walking near him. The headache grew more and more hurtful whenever she heard the It’s a small world song. She hated that song, so much it hurt. She growled when they went in front of the ride to pick up the kids. “How are you feeling after the nap?” Emma asked her with a smile.
“I’m better, yeah.” she lied, swallowing down and giving a quick glance to Henry and the redhead teenager. He was growing up so fast… too fast. She sighed. “Just… I am not going into any fast rides today.”
Hours passed, and even though Regina had insisted on having a peaceful day, she had to bear with Clara and her horrible children. The little ones were two ten year old boys that fought every two minutes, about every single thing that happened to them. If one got a chocolate ice cream and the other had chosen a vanilla one, they would start fighting because they now wanted the other’s. If one got to sit down with mom in a ride, the other wanted too. Regina’s eyes got tired from rolling her eyes so many times. If only Clara would keep them a bit quiet when there was a moment of silence in the queue of the rides, that would make Regina hate these two kids a little less.
Emma seemed to be really happy to have another adults to talk to apart from her, as if she was bored of speaking to her girlfriend. Regina had thought as this trip as an opportunity to grow closer, and now Emma ignored her most of the time. But that became worse when Emma excused herself and left, saying she had to go solve some stuff in the hotel. She had left Regina alone, and the brunette felt like it was too much for her to bare. “It’s okay mom, she probably will be back in a bit.” Henry said, pulling her to the queue of the next ride. The woman frowned, this was going to be a long evening.
When Emma came back, two hours had passed. Regina felt sick and only wanted to go to bed, unable to enjoy anything from the park anymore. She just wanted to sleep, and stop feeling such pain on her temple. “Hey,” Emma said, smiling at her girlfriend and kissing her cheek. “Sorry babe, it took more time than I expected.”
“Oh, really? And what the hell were you supposed to be doing?”
“I was, uh, checking some things of the bank account. Checking if they had charged us for the room properly.”
“Oh, really.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Why are you lying to me, Emma?”
“I am not lying.”
“Yes you are. I know you too well to know when you are lying to me and when you are saying the truth. You left me here with that family for hours, I had to heart these kids scream all the time, and you simply left, knowing that I did not feel okay. And now you lie to me?!”
“Regina, don’t do this.”
“Why not, Emma? Are you trying to tell me that what you are hiding from me is so bad that you don’t even want to tell me?”
“Regina, no! Oh my god, no!” Emma pulled the woman close and they walked away from the queue of the restaurant, leaving Henry astonished. “Regina, listen to me. I am preparing a surprise for Henry, and I needed to do today.” Regina swallowed down.
“What?”
“I am preparing a surprise for Henry. I know his birthday is in two weeks, but I thought of celebrating here.”
“Then why wouldn’t you tell me?! I could have helped you!”
“Because he thinks the surprise is for you… so… so if he caught us talking or something, he’d find out. He’s not that stupid.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So, do you want to go to the restaurant or do you want to go to the hotel?”
“No, no, uh… let’s go to the restaurant. I’ll… I’ll go to the toilet and I’ll join you.”
“Okay, love.” Emma smiled and kissed Regina, then watched her walk away. She waited a few seconds and walked back to the queue, grinning at her son.
“Does she know?” he asked her.
“She’s completely clueless.” she said, high fiving him.
Summary: Regina falls asleep during breakfast with Clara and her husband.
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A/N - This is the fifth chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Sleeping”. If you read give it a like and reblog, or comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
Emma looked at the woman sleeping with pure adoration. The brunette slept peacefully with her head rested on her shoulder, still tired from the awful night she had had. Sure, Regina had insisted on going to the park as long as they had breakfast a bit later. What the blonde did not expect was for her wife to fall asleep within minutes after sitting down in the terrace of the bar. Emma rolled her eyes, then smiled at the couple that sat opposite to them. Clara smiled back. “She had a really bad night, ate something that wasn’t good.”
“Just like a kid,” the redhead laughed.
That morning they had met Clara and her family again, this time in the entrance of the park. Apparently they were staying in less expensive hotel, something reasonable considering that they were five people and not just three. Regina had easily identified her red hair between the crowd, and had walked to talk to her, apologizing for not being too talkative the day before. “I forgive you if you join us for breakfast while the kids go in It’s a small world.” the redhead had said with a grin. “We kinda hate it, but the little ones love it for some reason. So we’re letting them go alone like big kids do, right?” she had added, turning to the small children that ran around them and hearing them scream and giggle. When the park opened, Henry happily went with the two kids into the ride— maybe because the third ‘child’ was a beautiful redhead sixteen year old called Marie. Henry and her had immediately clicked. Love is in the air, Emma had thought as they sat down.
Regina had chatted with the couple with a smile, but had ended up falling asleep almost immediately when she had rested her head on the woman’s shoulder. Now her coffee was getting cold, but Emma did not have the heart to wake her up again. She needed to rest, and she could handle talking to the couple until Henry got back. “We’ve come her on holidays, but also because it is Arthur’s birthday in two days. He preferred going to play golf— or a stripper—, but we had to think of something more family friendly.” the redhead laughed, giving a kiss to her husband and then turning to Emma. “How long have you been together?”
“Just one year.”
“Oh, we thought it was more… way more. Because of Henry and all that.” Arthur replied. “We have been together for fifteen years. Well, that’s married, of course. Together we’ve been… twenty three?”
“Twenty.” his wife corrected him, then shrugged. “We were eighteen when we got married, it’s not that hard to count, sweetheart.”
“Wait, how old are you?” Emma questioned.
“Thirty eight, both of us.”
“Wow. I’m thirty two.”
“You look young. And Regina?”
“Thirty… Forty… She’s older.”
“Nice. She looks good though.”
“Hey! You’ll make me jealous.” Clara laughed. Emma turned and looked at her girlfriend, observing every small detail of her face. From every wrinkle to every eyelash, she found mesmerizing how gorgeous Regina was despite being older. She practically did not wear any makeup today, so Emma could see every imperfection on her skin; the dark circles under her eyes, and the scar on her lip. It was entracing how gorgeous she was. “So when did you get married?” the redhead asked, capturing the Emma’s attention again.
“M—Married?”
“Yeah. She’s got a ring hanging on her necklace.”
“Oh, no. That’s from Daniel. She was… married before. He died.”
“Oh. I thought… Oh, Henry’s father?”
“Oh, no, no, no. Henry is our son. It’s a long story. But yeah, Regina was married before, long ago. We’re not married yet.”
Summary: Regina eats a sandwich she finds in the suitcase, getting sick.
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A/N - I know that the stories have been short... I am trying, really. I am busy and I just want to contribute to the SQW. This is the fourth chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Illness”. If you read give it a like and reblog, or comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
The first thing Regina did when she opened her eyes was to close them again. She was too tired from yesterday, having gone on all the rides of the park at least once. Still she had slept peacefully, cuddled against Emma. She had to admit that there was something that still made her feel a bit uncomfortable about sharing a room with their son, but she was getting used to it. Emma had insisted it would be good, that after all they were not going to get dirty anyway— Henry had let out a loud ‘ewwwwww’ at that.
When Regina opened her eyes again, she immediately felt something wrong in her stomach. The feeling quickly became worse, and so she turned on the bed and ran away and into the terrace. There she threw up. “Oh, wow.” Emma said, having followed the woman to the terrace. “Are you feeling okay, baby?”
Regina threw up again. “Does that answer your question?” the brunette groaned, reaching for a chair and sitting on it. She let out another groan and put her hands on her face. “I think that sandwich I ate before going to bed was not good.”
“What sandwich?”
“The one on our suitcase, with my name.”
“Oh, shit! Regina, I made that sandwich three days ago! Why the hell did you eat it?!”
“Because it had my name...? Who the hell leaves a sandwich on a suitcase anyway?!”
“I forgot it was there! And who the hell eats a sandwich on a suitcase?!”
“Ugh, give me a break.”
“I will. Do you want me to call downstairs for them to bring you an infusion or something?”
“Yeah… some tea would be nice.” Regina said with a sigh, standing up and following her girlfriend to the room. She looked at the clock, it was almost four thirty. So that was why she still felt so tired, she had slept only five hours. She looked at Henry and smiled, he still slept. Emma came back and sat on the bed.
“Come here.” she said, patting the spot next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder as the brunette sat down. Regina rested her head on her shoulder. “Why did you eat that sandwich? You never eat anything that has not been properly cooked and presented perfectly on a plate, and you chose a crappy sandwich in a suitcase?” she questioned with worry. “Are you emotional eating again?”
“I do not emotional eat…” the woman sighed. “I just eat when I am stressed.”
“Same thing. Why were you stressed?”
“You know why.”
“Still thinking about Clara?”
“Not really. I just can’t stop thinking about all the things that happened yesterday.”
“Regina, you’re very hot, you know that.”
“It’s not about tha— Oh god.” she couldn’t finish the sentence, having to run back into the terrace again.
“Okay, I think I already vomited everything...” Regina sighed, looking at the woman that stood in the door of the bathroom. Emma smiled at her and gave her the cup of tea she was holding, then kissed her cheek. The blonde could see the bags under Regina’s eyes, she hadn’t been to sleep after all. “I’m ready to go.”
“You sure?” Emma asked again, giving a quick glance at their son, who was tying up his shoes. She looked at the brunette again and smiled. “We can always just stay here, Henry can go around by himself in the park.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I actually feel hungry…”
“Are you emotional again, Regina?”
“Asshole.”
“Come on, Minnie,” Emma grinned, putting a pair of mouse ears on the woman’s head. “We’re not going on any roller coasters today.”
Summary: Regina gets jealous because she thinks Emma likes another woman more, then exposes her insecurities to her.
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A/N - I know that the stories have been short... I am trying, really. I am busy and I just want to contribute to the SQW. The third chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Insecurities”. If you read give it a like, reblog, comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
Regina got off the ride with a smile on her face, looking at Henry with complete adoration. She had spent years with him, of course, but she never got tired of seeing him smile. They had done something as silly as riding a rollercoaster— which she hadn’t liked as much as him— and yet she had enjoyed every single moment of it, thanks to having her son next to him. And so, what she wanted the most now was to turn around and give a kiss to her girlfriend, tell her how much she loved her.
But when she turned around she found herself being surprised. Emma was not paying attention to her or her son, but talking happily with a young redheaded woman. Her eyes were blue and she was tall, wore jeans and a lime green t-shirt. Regina looked at her with her mouth open, noticing how beautiful the woman was— and how Emma looked at her. The blonde was practically devouring her with her eyes, watching with attention how the redhead walked swaying her hips. Regina swallowed down.
“That was amazing!”
“I know!” the redhead laughed. Regina frowned, she probably had just turned thirty. Almost Emma’s age. “When we were up there, you had such a scared face!”
“Well, you did not look like you were that peaceful you know.”
Are they seriously flirting in front of me?!?!
“Ahem.” Emma turned her face and smiled at Regina. “Hey there, love.” she said, walking towards her and kissing her lips. She smiled and turned to the redhead. “Clara, this is Regina, my girlfriend.” she introduced her, then turned to Regina. “Regina, this is Clara. She’s here with her family, they’re in the next train.”
“Oh, family?”
“Yeah, my husband and our kids.” she smiled, just in time to turn and see a small group of people getting off the ride. “Here they are.” she grinned and waved. A young man, maybe a bit older than her, approached with three kids following him. Oh, so she was not flirting after all…
Regina walked down the hall with an ice cream in her hand, following Emma and Henry into shops and checking stuff from the shops. She picked up a Maleficent cup and smiled slightly, amused at how people of this world saw their fairy tale sides. Mal is not like that, idiots. She’s not green, that’s Zelena, she thought before putting down the cup and walking away. Emma and Henry guided her through fantasyland, enjoying the appearances of various characters around the area. Regina did not enjoy it that much when she saw the Evil Queen appear in front of her, making a few little girls run away. The brunette swallowed down. The woman was dressed in a strange way, as if her beauty had been twisted to make her ugly on purpose. Seeing herself made her swallow down and try to pull back some tears. Emma turned to her with a grin, but stopped smiling when she saw the tears in her eyes.
“Regina, you have been acting strange all day.” Emma said, walking out of the room and to the terrace. The brunette was there sipping from a cup of tea, enjoying the summer heat. “Regina...”
“I haven’t.”
“Yes you have. It’s like something has been off all day, and I can’t figure out why. Was it because of the evil queen we met before?”
“No.”
“Why then?”
“It’s not important.”
“It is. Everything that makes you sad is important to me.”
“Do you find me beautiful?”
“What?!”
“If you find me beautiful. Like, attractive and all that.”
“Yeah, of course I do. Why would you even ask that?”
“Because, when I saw that woman dressed as me— the ‘Evil’ me— and you were talking to that woman and I—”
“Wait, are you jealous of… uh, Clara?”
“No— no! I mean, I was before, but not now. She’s straight isn’t she?”
“Yeah. Then why are you acting so weird?”
“You were undressing her with your eyes.”
“What? No!”
“Yes, Emma. You were. If you find her more attractive than me just tell me the truth.”
“Regina, it’s not like that. Why would you think that?”
“Because look at me! Everyone thinks I’m uptight, that I am not beautiful, that I am just a monster. Even people who don’t know the real me think that, have you seen that woman in the costume?! It was awful, kids ran away from me!”
“Regina, it’s not like that…”
“Stop saying that! It is like that, it’s always been like that. I am not as young as that Clara woman, I am not good enough, and I am not as attractive! Just stop lying to me!”
“Regina are you crazy?! Have you looked yourself in the mirror?! You are fucking hot, you turn me on just with a look!” Emma laughed, putting her hands on the woman’s cheeks. “You are not thirty years old, so what. You’re freaking hot, I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my girl. There is no redhead that can change that, even if they’re hot.”
“So you thought Clara was hot.”
“... And of course you only heard that of all the things I said.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, I did. And I do think other women are hot.”
“I fucking knew it—”
“Wait, Regina. The fact that other women might be attractive to me doesn’t mean that I don’t find you hot. I chose to be with you, because to me you are perfect and I could not want to be with someone else. So you are shutting up right now and taking all these ideas out of your head, because if you say any other silly thing like that I am going to make you wear mouse ears every day in Storybrooke.”
“But—”
“No but. Shut up and kiss me, and I’ll show you how fucking hot you are.”
Summary: Regina, Emma and Henry arrive to Disneyland.
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A/N - The second chapter for the SwanQueen Week of August 2016, for the prompt “Travel”. If you read give it a like, reblog, comment and check my fics on Ao3! Your support means everything!
Regina read a book with her head rested against the window, trying to wake up after taking a really long nap. She felt her head heavy, and no matter how much she tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach she wanted to throw up. She was still not used to fly, and planes still were a nightmare to her. She would never admit it though, it was a silly fear in her opinion. A lot of people took flights every day, why would she be scared now? Great idea planning a trip to Paris, Regina. Because you really love to fly… Last year 3 billion people flew safely on 36.4 million flights, last year 3 billion people flew safely on 36.4 million flights, last year… she repeated to herself again and again, still not convinced.
Summary: Regina, Emma and Henry arrive to Disneyland.
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Regina read a book with her head rested against the window, trying to wake up after taking a really long nap. She felt her head heavy, and no matter how much she tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach she wanted to throw up. She was still not used to fly, and planes still were a nightmare to her. She would never admit it though, it was a silly fear in her opinion. A lot of people took flights every day, why would she be scared now? Great idea planning a trip to Paris, Regina. Because you really love to fly… Last year 3 billion people flew safely on 36.4 million flights, last year 3 billion people flew safely on 36.4 million flights, last year... she repeated to herself again and again, still not convinced.
Next to her, Emma happily listened to music with the new headphones she had bought in the airport. She had brought her old earphones to the airport, but accidentally had dropped and stepped on them. No wonder why she spent so much money on earphones, she broke them all the time in the most stupid ways. She needed to stop being so clumsy, or she’d spend too much money on stupid things. At least these are nice, she thought as she put the red headphones on her neck. She looked to the side, seeing Regina deeply focused on her book. She was pretty sure that from her seat she would not see anything written on the papers, and so she took the folder out of her bag.
Henry looked at his mom and frowned. Didn’t she realize how risky it was to take out the planning with the other besides her? But Regina seemed to be quite into the reading, and so he did not worry that much. It took her only two weeks to plan all this, I really hope everything goes well. He looked down and kept reading his new comic, going through some pages until he heard his mom’s voice.
“What’s that?” Regina asked, looking at the paper Emma had in her hands.
“Nothing, just checking the flights info. I don’t want to lose the luggage.”
“Oh, okay.”
Emma swallowed down and decided that it had not been a good idea to take the papers out. She put them back in their place and went back to listening Hey Jude. They were about to land, it was useless to do something else. She buckled her belt and just waited. Twenty minutes later, they landed in Paris. “Mesdames et Messieurs, on vous informe qu'on est arrivé a l'aeroport international de Paris. Attendez le signal avant de dénouer la ceinture de sécurié ou rétrouver vos baggages, puis quittez l'avion s'ils vous plaits. Merci de voyager avec notre ligne.”
“Emma, they just said to not to unbuckle our seatbelts until the light turns off.” Regina quickly said when seeing her girlfriend stand up and start taking her bags. “Emma!”
“Come on Regina, it’s not that necessary. More people are doing it.”
“But…”
“Regina, relax. We’ve landed, we’re okay.”
“Okay…”
Arriving at the hotel was easy after Regina programmed the navigation system to go straight to the park. Emma had to admit, it was amazing to be able to afford the luxury hotel. She knew Regina had spent too much money on it, and she was decided to repay her. But at the moment, she just wanted to enjoy the moment. And enjoy how clueless Regina was about her plan. And so she decided to start with their day as early as she could.
“Come on, let’s go leave all this in the hotel. The park opens in an hour.”
“Excited, huh?” Regina laughed, following her girlfriend towards the entrance.
“Not that much.” Emma said with a grin, entering the building and walking towards the reception. “Hello, uh, bonjour… We… uh… you… you know, do you speak English?”
“Bonjour, madame, and welcome to the Disneyland Hotel. Yes, I do speak English.” the girl behind the counter said, her accent showing that she was a local. “To check-in?”
“Yeah. The booking is under the name of Regina Mills, I think.”
“Mills, Regina. Let me check…” the girl scrolled down and moved her head. “No, madame. I do have a Swan-Mills Family booking though, so… Here it is. Mills, Regina;” she said, putting one card on the counter, “Mills, Henry… and Swan, Emma.” she put the three cards in an envelope and then started writing down in a card. “Your room is number 101, with two double beds. I will have the bellhop carry your suitcases to your room.” she said, making a sign to a nearby man and giving him a key. The girl then moved and took a key hanging from the wall. “This is the key of the terrace door, remember to close it when you leave the room to keep birds from… making a mess. You can come in and out whenever you want, and this is the reception phone for anything you need. You also have written emergency phones and uh, the opening hours of our restaurant and other services in the back.”
“Thank you.”
“This room is huge!” Henry laughed, jumping on one of the beds and lying there, his jacket still on. Emma did the same, laughing with her son before seeing her girlfriend’s face. “Come on, Regina! Have you seen these beds! They’re so comfy, holy hell.”
“We don’t have time, the park opens in twenty minutes.”
“Now who is the one excited?” Emma laughed, standing up and kissing her lover’s lips. “Did you actually bring us here because you love Disney, and not because you thought Henry wanted to?”
“Don’t be silly.” the woman laughed, seeing their son now leaving his comic on the suitcase and then looking at them. Regina took a step back and rolled her eyes, then opened her suitcase. “I’ll change my shoes and we go. Go check we have everything and we’ll go. And don’t forget the tickets.”
“Okay, okay…”
“Look!” Emma grinned as she walked in the store and took a Goofy hat, putting it on her head and then checking herself on the mirror. “I’m so hot this looks good on me.”
“Idiot.” Regina laughed, taking a pair of Mickey ears and putting them on Henry’s face.
“Mom! I’m not wearing that!” Henry said. “Unless…” he looked around and took a pair of Minnie Mouse ears, “... mom wears these.”
“I hate you.” Regina said, putting an annoyed face but putting the mouse ears on.
Summary: Emma makes Regina confess something before the Disney movie marathon celebrated in town starts.
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“Do you know what is your mom hiding?” Emma asked in a whisper as she and Henry sat down next to her parents. The couple played with the baby as they waited for the movie to start, enjoying the sunny day. The first week of August had just finished, and it was time for the town’s summer festival to start. This year the theme was Disney, and as if every kid’s dream came true Storybrooke was decorated with lights of all colors, images of fairy tale characters all over the shop's’ windows, and confetti was on the floor after the parades. That morning started the movie marathon in the park, where people brought chairs, blankets and food to make picnics while enjoying the films.
“Why do you think she is hiding something?” the boy whispered back before giving a quick hug to his grandmother. Snow, too busy on giving Neal his food, only muttered a soft ‘hello’ and went back to her task. David did the same, him being too busy in checking the food truck across the street.
“I’ll be right back.” he ended up saying as he stood up and walked away.
“She’s been quite absent these days. I’ve barely seen her.” Emma replied to her son, taking advantage that Snow was not paying attention to them to raise her voice. “I am getting nervous, kiddo. I just miss her.”
“You missing Regina, wow.” Snow laughed. Emma turned and let out a sigh. Her mother was so unaware of everything that had gone on between the two women, it was astounding. How can she be so innocent? the blonde thought as she recalled being in bed with Regina last night. A lot of things had changed since she had broken up with Hook, now a year and a half ago. She’s so clueless. “She just hates the festival. You know that.”
“She doesn’t!” Henry quickly defended his mother. “She just doesn’t like one movie.”
“I wonder which one.” Emma laughed. “I’ll call her.”
The blonde stood and walked away, putting her girlfriend’s number and dialing. It didn’t take long before Regina responded. “Hey.”
“Hey babe. Why aren’t you here? The movie is about to start.”
“I’m going, I swear I am around the corner. I just… It’s gonna be awkward. It already is awkward, seeing all these things about us, but not being us…” the woman was silent. “I mean, these movies are not that bad, I like them. Oh, I see you.”
Emma turned and saw the woman approach, waving at her. They still were not out, despite having been together in secret for a year. The only person who knew was Henry, and he had found out by accident. It was getting hard to hide that they were in love. “So the movies are not that bad, huh?” the blonde grinned.
“Yes. I like them.”
“Wait, you like Disney movies?”
“Um… kinda.”
“Kinda?”
“Yes. Quite, actually. Except that one.”
“What?” Emma grinned. “Are you, Regina ‘Does not give candy to children in Halloween’ Mills saying she loves Disney?”
“Maybe.”
“Say iiiit.”
“No.”
“Confess, Regina Mills, or I kiss you here in front of everyone.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Three… two… one...”
“Okay, fine! I love Disney movies.”
“Ha! I can’t believe this! You love Disney movies!”
“Emma, don’t laugh!”
“Of course I laugh! It’s quite ironic…”
“Emma…”
“No, really. You only need to tell me that we’re going to disneyland or something now.”
DM AU where they're both professors at a university and their students ship them together
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“Have you seen how Professor Griffin is always around this hallway even though she doesn’t give any classes in this wing?” the brunette girl spoke with a laugh, sitting on the ground. She was copying her friend’s homework, writing down the answers in the sheet of paper as her friend spoke.
“I’m sure she’s in love with Professor Reyes.” Liz whispered, taking a sip of water as she looked at the older woman walk past them. They had grown used to see her there, walking down the hall right before their first class. She usually carried papers to grade and a cup of coffee from Starbucks, the bags under her eyes covered in makeup but still sometimes visible. As if she spent many nights grading papers in her office. Except she didn’t have an office there. Not in the east wing of the building. Her office was right on the other side of campus.
“Who’s Professor Reyes again?” Mary asked, her forgetful mind not remembering any of the teachers’ names.
“The Engineering Thermodynamics teacher. You know, she’s latina and really funny.”
“Oh, NASA genius?”
“Yeah, her.”
“They so are having sex in Professor Reyes’ office.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah! I’m sure they like, stay all night in there. Professor Reyes’ Harley is always parked when I come out of soccer practice, and it’s always right next to Professor Griffin’s car.”
“They’re so cute.”
“I know. OTP forever.”
“Well, until one of them gets shot by a stray bullet or something.”
“Wasn’t Professor Griffin married though?”
“Would that stop you from thinking they’re together?”
“Hell no.”
“I think she was. Hubby died though, my sister told me about it.”
“I hope they don’t go all Karmy or someth—”
“Girls, what are you doing here still?” they heard a voice say, making them look up and see their Engineering teacher look at them with a raised brow. “Go to class right now, you know I won’t let you in once I’m inside.” she spoke before walking down the hall. “Professor Griffin.” she added as she walked past the woman, nodding. Is that a smirk? Mary thought, looking at her friend.
“They are so screwomg each other.”
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Small drabble written at 1am. Ruby and Dorothy go back to their own little home.
Dorothy was still in shock, not fully believing that she had been under the effect of a sleeping curse for so much time. How dared that stupid, wicked, evil b— witch to do that to me?! How dared she, right when I had found my happy ending?! She couldn’t believe Zelena had been able to do that to her. Hate really did destroy lives, and she hadn’t realized it until it had been to late. But she had been granted another opportunity, and she wouldn’t miss it. She looked down at the wolf’s thick fur, gripping it tightly and leaning forward to hug the animal’s back.
“Thank you,” she spoke with a small smile, feeling the animal slow down slightly as they made their way through the field of poppies.“No, keep running.” she whispered, hurrying the woman. “We’re not safe here. And… well, it is a bit strange to confess my feelings when you look at me.” she admitted, feeling herself blush. “Just run and listen, okay?” Ruby let out a soft howl, gaining speed again. “So… Ugh, I don’t know how to start… I just— Well, I left because I was scared. I know I’ve already told you this, but… When I realized that I loved you, I realized I couldn’t let Zelena come behind you. I knew she wouldn’t just kill you, she never does. She would have kept you as a slave. And I just couldn’t stand to think of that. What she does to her slaves it’s awful. You have this… thing, being a wolf. And she would have used you because of that. And I just—”
They had walked into the woods again. The old shack lost in the middle of the woods was completely different than from when she had been cursed. It wasn’t almost in ruins as it used to be, and the grass around it wasn’t dead anymore. Instead, its walls were painted of a beautiful shade of blue, and there were flowers planted all around it. “What…” she started, but a growl stopped her. “Oh, sorry.” she laughed, taking the cape and covering her girlfriend with it.
“The munchkins.” Ruby said with a smile, standing up and tying the hood around her neck. “Mulan told me that while they waited for me to come back they decorated it for you… For us.”
“They knew?! Was it... so obvious?”
“It seems like it.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“So… should we?”
“Definitely.”
Ruby grinned and let the other wrap her arms around her, pulling her into a long kiss. She felt her legs shaky as the other’s tongue explored her mouth gently in a slow but meaningful kiss. It was then when Dorothy lifted her up, taking her in her arms and carrying her over the threshold. A small animal came inside, running behind them, and Dorothy couldn’t help but grin.
“I know, Toto.” she spoke, looking at him before staring right into Ruby’s eyes. “There is no place like home.”
The whole group decides to go on vacation to Hawaii, booking a few rooms in a luxurious hotel. Sadly, there is a problem with the rooms booked, and accidentally Clarke ends having to share with the person she hates the most in the world— Lexa, Lincoln’s adoptive sister. Of course, many things can happen in an island, including new romances, breakups, cheating, new friendships and a bit of sky diving.
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: The whole group decides to go on vacation to Hawaii, booking a few rooms in a luxurious hotel. Sadly, there is a problem with the rooms booked, and accidentally Clarke has to share with the person she hates the most in the world— Lexa, Lincoln's adoptive sister. Of course, many things can happen in an island, including new romances, breakups, cheating, new friendships and a bit of sky diving.
Clexa - Lexa is under so much stress after she called for the new law "blood must not have blood" that her immune system fails and she catches flu with high fever. Clarke is there to take care of her.
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“You really need to calm down.” Clarke pointed out from the bed. Lexa was getting on her nerves, walking up and down the room in her dark outfit and makeup. Today was the day she was going to proclaim that the ‘blood must have blood’ rule was about to be abolished, that they would not respond with vengeance. It was an important, life-changing moment for Lexa. “Lexa, it’s okay, you know you can do this.”
“It is not that I can’t do this, Clar—” Lexa spoke, her words interrupted by a series of coughs. She was starting to get ill, the blonde knew. If she didn’t rest now, the commander would have to stay in bed for a week. “It’s that— cough — I must do it. And I must do it now, before the Skaikru attacks us again.”
“They won’t—”
“They will, Heda.” Octavia spoke from the door, her face bruised and blood on her cheeks. Whatever mess she had gotten into now, Clarke ignored it. But somehow, the girl had won Lexa’s favor, and now stood as a personal guard for her. Maybe it’s because Octavia knows the Skaikru better than anyone else… she thought, then let out a sigh. “It’s time to go, Heda.” the brunette girl spoke, looking at the other one last time before walking out of the room.
“Are you ready?” Clarke asked Lexa, taking her hand before the brunette could leave the room. The other gasped, not used to have someone caring so much for her in this way.
“Yes.”
“Remember, the blockage is around Arkadia, the grounders are set to both attack and defend. Tell them the Skaikru will do no harm if we don’t attack them.” She spoke. She didn’t really understand politics, but she tried. Look at you, Clarke. Talking about the Skaikru, as if they were not your mother, your friends, and other people who matter to you. When did you become so cold hearted?
When I was sent to Earth, she answered herself as she walked out of the room, following Heda to the throne room.
“Heda, Heda.” the brunette could hear someone call her. She opened her eyes, her vision blurred and immense pain whenever she tried to look somewhere else than the ceiling. She was in her bedroom, despite a minute ago she had been talking to the leaders of the thirteen clans. “She’s waking up.” the voice spoke again, this time more distant, as if they talked in whispers. And then, a person appeared in her vision field, blonde hair and green eyes. She was blurry, but Lexa could recognize from miles away. “Hey.”
“C— Clarke. What happened?”
“You fainted.” The blonde spoke. Lexa, her vision more focused and the pain fading out, sat up slowly with her help. Clarke smiled and put a soft pillow behind her. “Your body couldn’t bear so much stress, and it looks like you got the flu or something.”
“Heda doesn’t get the flu.”
“And Wanheda is tired of that bullshit you speak. Now, you have high fever and won’t stop trembling, so you will stay on the bed and rest.”
“But. No, no buts, Lexa. You lay down and let me take care of you.”
“You… you’ll take care of me?”
Clarke turned around. Suddenly Lexa’s voice sounded more calm, the leading tone it usually had disappearing. It had been replaced by a tender, almost childish one, scared of being taken care of. “Yeah.” Clarke nodded, walking towards the bed and sitting next to the girl. Taking her hand, she caressed the sweaty palm. “I love you, of course I am going to take care of you.” she grinned, leaning forward to kiss the brunette’s lips. The other let out a gasp, then kissed her back. “No, wait. No kissing until you get better.”
