Hi! I'm looking for a fic where emma and regina slept together and idk exactly what happened but one of them freaked out and they stopped talking and emma slept with a bunch of other people to try and cope and then after years pass Henry and the charmings lock them in the apartment together and tell them they can't leave until they make up and they end up making up and having sex, does this sound familiar at all? Thank you!!
It kind of sounds like Five Years by Sapphire Smoke. I know I’ve read this one so I’m sorry if this isn’t correct. :/
Hi @meredith-derek I was your @onceuponasecretsanta So sorry its late and i didn’t get to talk to you much- I was busier than I expected!
Hood Mills family fluff, with added Charming Family because why not- this is slightly different to what I planned but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
None of the characters are mine but the mistakes are
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It was Christmas Eve in the Mills Hood household, which meant that Regina was trying to convince her sons to sleep, a somewhat difficult feat considering how much candy they had snuck during the course of the day. The fact that the obscene amount of food and the universal acceptance that t Christmas you can have chocolate with every meal (that was definitely Miss Swan’s influence) was far from reassuring her. Still Christmas comes but once a year- and after the year full of curses, villains, hatred and fear- Christmas offered some resemblance of normality. A chance, not necessarily to breathe but to enjoy family- in all its complicated glory.
The stockings (Roland’s adorned with a bow and arrow, Henry’s a book, and baby peanut with an apple) had been placed on the fireplace- Roland demanding to be in the middle: so Santa sees his first, causing everyone to laugh. Henry- whom Regina knew had discovered the truth about Santa played along with his brother- showing him how to track Santa and making the reindeer food. The remnants of which was glitter in every crevice. Ellie May have a special stocking for her first Christmas, provided by her aunt/mother. Zelena and Regina shared Ellie May, both would act as mothers although she would live with Regina 4/7 days a week, if only for the reason that the home was bigger and no matter the differences between the sisters they knew how important it was to grow up with siblings.
Robin saw the stress on his fiancé’s (he had proposed to her on her return- saying that he wanted to be her future, that no matter what happened when they were together it was true) face, herded Roland and an excited Henry (who was excited to have a big Christmas) to bed, reading them The Night before Christmas, it didn’t take long before the children were asleep.
He returned downstairs to the living room, only to find a crying Regina. He was shocked, Regina had the biggest soul he knew, but even now struggled to be open with her emotions. A lasting scar of her mother’s- believing that it was a weakness.
Wrapping his arms around her, he was pleased to see she relaxed “Milady what’s got you so upset”
Regina sniffed and wiped her eyes before answering “I’m not upset. I’m just… just scared because after everything I want tomorrow to be perfect. I want to see the boys open their presents and believe in Christmas. I want Ellie to be excited and mutter words that don’t have a context but make my heart melt. I want me and my sister to truly start anew tomorrow. I want to find Snow’s optimism and incessant happiness endearing rather than annoying. I want Emma to be the biggest kid of the lot. I would love for a kiss under the mistletoe. Snow for everyone to mess around. I want it to feel normal. The only trouble is I don’t know what normal is. I’m scared because I want one day in the year to be Regina and for nothing else to matter”
Robin stifled a laugh, Regina was beautiful, smart, and a dork but she was at her core an insecure person- the little girl that had to please everyone for fear of what would happen if she didn’t. Perfection was not a goal it was a bench mark. “Regina tomorrow is Christmas- there is nothing normal about it. At least for someone who is still wrapping their head around flying reindeer, and pigs in blankets? It’s a day for celebrating the extra ordinary- the birth of an extra ordinary baby- whom was born to ordinary people but would be the saviour of the world- with little choice. It is the day in which people celebrate the extra ordinary power of love, of belief. It’s the day when people exchange gifts- a thank you: for being there. Storybrooke might not be a normal town. We might not be a normal family but that doesn’t mean that it won’t work or everything is going to go wrong. It just means we are going to have an extraordinary Christmas. As for your concerns about the mistletoe- how about we go and find what Santa left and rectify that, hm?”
Regina laughed and smiled that rare beautiful elusive smile nodding.
Robin thanked Regina’s need for perfection and organisation. Both of them racing to complete the stockings.
Neither could decide who won the impromptu race, and instead decided to seal the draw with a kiss, a long passionate sweet kiss. One that would be remembered. Their first Christmas. May there be many more to come.
Christmas Day came far too early, the two of them deciding to stay up late last night, committing every inch of the body to memory. Kisses peppered across hot sweaty skin. An expression of love, a tangle of limbs.
Still Christmas waits for no one especially when you have a six year old shouting IT’S CHRISTMAASSSS. A child crying- mercifully Ellie was getting better at sleeping now- so they’d only been interrupted once last night. Not to mention a teenager that was constantly hungry.
Roland’s smile only grew as he delved further into his stocking- a toy monkey- was one of his favourite, Regina had worried he would be too old for cuddly toys. Henry loved the latest supergirl comic-smirking at his mom- Regina loved Supergirl, but had a weakness for her sister Alex, one that Robin found rather sweet. Not that he could talk; Robin was rather fond of Batman. The peanut was eager to have someone read we’re going on a bear hunt. Robin remained confused- why would someone deliberately hunt a bear. This world truly was strange.
Before long the family arrived, smiles, hugs, the awkward which way are they going to kiss. The mansion, which once was rather intimidating and almost eerily quiet, was now full of laughter and cheers. Emma was currently playing what’s in the bag- and screaming the house down: Anyone would have thought there was a snake or something in there, instead of the harmless collection of household objects. Snow and David were cooing over Ellie, Neal was tottering about- terrifying everyone when he decided to use the tree to pull himself up. Roland was chattering away to anyone and everyone- before getting the honour to ring the bell signifying dinner was served.
Dinner was a success with the chatter dying down to appreciative compliments and the clatter of knives and forks. Regina laughed causing people to look at her, and Robin to offer a knowing smile. Emma, noticing the embarrassed flush on Regina’s face- broke the tension, eyeing the apple sauce with suspicion- “You didn’t poison this, your majesty” she joked. After that, whatever lingering tension dissipated and everyone enjoyed the Christmas meal. It was of course Snow to speak.
“I recognise many of you would rather move onto deserts, or shots (her focus on her daughter for that) but I would just like to thank Regina for cooking a delicious meal. This year has been difficult for all of us. We’ve had to learn things about ourselves we’d rather not. We’ve lost people we loved- may their memories live on. We have been scared, scared to love, scared to tell the truth, scared of the future. Yet despite all its challenges this year has, at least I think I believe bought us closer together, it has taught us to listen more, to talk less. To love harder and while we can. It has taught us that friendships can be forged in the hardest times, and will last the most difficult challenges. This year has done everything in its power to tear us apart, yet here we are together. A family. Here’s to us”
A chorus of Here Here followed and the family continued to enjoy the day.
Thank you very much for reading. Maybe leave a review?
I wish you all a Happy New Year- lets fill it with love and happiness.
THINGS I’D LIKE: My favorite character is Regina and my favorite two ships are SwanQueen and OutlawQueen. I honestly love them both equally, so please feel free to write for whichever one you’re more comfortable with! My only request if you write OQ is not to have Regina and Emma dislike each other please! And an established relationship between either one would be awesome. Ideally I would love some holiday themed fluff, involving either SQ or OQ family vibes. The involvement of a baby (already born or a pregnant Regina) would be a plus, but totally not mandatory. Go with what flows best with the story! I’m also not against some angst, I love the hurt/comfort dynamic (as long as it resolves itself) and no problem with anything rated M.
NO-NO’S: If possible, please no Captain Swan or Hook in general. No disrespect towards anyone who likes him, he’s just not my cup of tea!
WHAT I CAN DO: I’m best at writing fics! I can also make playlists and basic graphics.
WHAT I ABSOLUTELY CAN’T DO: I can’t make gif-sets and I don’t think I would write well for Captain Swan.
BACK-UP GIFTERS: (YES OR NO): Yes!
IF YES TO BACK-UP GIFTER, WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO MAKE 2 GIFTS AT THE SAME TIME? Yes, no problem!
This is a (very late) gift for @meredith-derek, sorry it’s so late dear!! I hope you like it!! Based on your blog and your excellent taste in music, I guessed we’re both hopeless romantics, so I really hope you enjoy!
She was incredible. Sure, I could see her wipe the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, and her face turn red every time she hit the snow with the shovel, and her lips purse when she lifted it, heavier than before. But she didn’t give up and it seemed she wouldn’t anytime soon, either. I saw her look up to the rest of her front yard, several feet covered in white still, and could almost hear her sigh. She finally dropped the tool and lifted her hand, about to use her magic to just make it all disappear. Just when she was about to wave, Emma came out her door carrying an extremely big garbage bag, walking towards Regina.
“Hey! Stop it!” Emma yelled “If I managed to do this without magic, you can do this, too. Henry’s orders!”
Regina hunched over a bit, disappointed. “But Emma, he won’t know. He’s probably still messing with that unnecessarily big iPad Pro Captain Money bought him. He’s busy!”
“Nuh-uh, no. You won’t get away with this. Now get to shovelling. Everything inside is nice and clean already” Emma replied, walking back to Regina after dropping off the bag at the front. “Our work here is done”
“So you won’t let me do this the easy way, but you won’t help either?”
“Regina, I don’t mean to leave you. But I have to go home, check on my parents, you know. But it was an amazing Christmas, and we all appreciate it. It was probably the best I’ve ever had.”
Emma was right. Last night was all laughs and warmth. Storybrooke is filled with drama, but for once everything was peaceful and enjoyable. While she had been decorating everything for the big dinner, I made sure to place mistletoe wherever she couldn’t escape it. So we had our fair share of romance in the midst of crowdedness. I sipped on my hot cocoa, looking at her through my window and remembering all the our precious moments, when an idea came to my mind.
I waited until Emma, Hook and Henry left the house to go over there, one cup of hot cocoa in each hand. I couldn’t stop looking at her during my short commute, and as I got closer the urge to run, not walk, towards her got harder to contain. Finally, I stood behind her, without touching her. I kissed her on the cheek, to which she jumped a bit in surprise.
“You scared me!” She laughed, that big smile managing to light every single piece of my soul in just a short, few seconds.
“I think you’ve done enough Regina. Let’s go inside.” I tilted my head towards the door, and raised both cups a bit.
She let go of the shovel instantly and rolled her eyes, playfully. “Thank you! That’s what I’ve said all morning!” She chuckled.
I walked behind her, looking at her hips swaying with each step, at her hair falling flawlessly on her back, and that smile I was wearing wouldn’t come off even if I tried. I came in and she closed the door behind me, not before she finally got rid of the snow with a small motion of her right hand. She was about to go into the living room when I shook my head in disapproval.
“What now?” I lifted my chin and looked up, signalling the mistletoe hanging above us. As I said, she couldn’t escape. “Robin...” She laughed.
She kissed me softly, tenderly, holding my face with both her hands. She pulled away, with her hands on my chest, and smiled shyly. She might have been the Evil Queen, and be still the mayor of this town, but to me she was just Regina. Fierce, sexy, hopelessly romantic Regina. I felt proud she would share that vulnerability with me.
“Let’s go sit on the couch before you get burned”, she said. She grabbed me by the collar of my jacket to the living room and took one of the cups. “Thank you”, she said before she took a sip.
“No problem, neighbor.”
“I really needed this. I’m still exhausted from last night. We all went to bed really late.” She took my cup off my hands and placed it on the table nearby. We sat down. “I wish you hadn’t left so early though”
“I know, me too. But the baby... I couldn’t bother Belle all night. She deserved to have some fun of her own, too. Plus, you were everything but alone.”
She took one of my hands in hers and traced it with her index finger, her eyes fixed on them. “But I wanted you to stay all night...” Only then did she level her eyes with mine, a smile forming in the corner of her lips. I knew this look too well, and I also knew that I could never ever resist it.
“All night, huh? Funny. I can’t think of one single thing we could do at night that we could do. The both of us. Alone.”, I said, teasing her.
Her soft touch quickly turned into an abrasive one, pulling me in and kissing me aggressively, passionately. She didn’t even give me a chance to fight it this time, not that I wanted to anyway. She started taking all of my layers off, one by one. Soon enough we were standing up, taking turns in undressing each other. There wasn’t enough room, so I pushed the couch to the back and the table to the side, leaving just the carpet in front of the fireplace. I let her lay on the floor, and did so myself, just beside her. I sat up so I could look into her eyes. The desire was there, I could feel it. But I needed to say what I was feeling before we kept going.
“I love you, only you. It’s always been you, and it can only be you”
“I know. I love you too” She said, tracing my jawline softly. I leaned in for a kiss.
...
We were both gasping for air, completely submerged in the pleasure expanding inside us. I looked at her and grabbed her hand, slowly recovering. She looked up to the ceiling, catching her breath, and then giggled at something she saw.
“What?” The smile painted across my face once again
“Mistletoe. Exactly how many more of these can I expect in my home?” she looked at me, her eyes playful, and her lips stretched in that smile she only gave to me.
“You’ll never know” I leaned in for a kiss
She sighed and placed her head on my shoulder, our hands still tangled.
“What’s on your mind?” I wondered, after kissing the top of her head
“It’s just... Things have changed so much lately. I’m a hero now, sort of. Henry loves me, Mary Margaret and I get along for once, Emma isn’t always looking to pick a fight with me anymore. I have a family, and that is nice. It’s more than I could ever hope for after everything I...” she trailed off and sighed again.
“But?” I ventured
“But I still wish I could have one with you. You know, have your kids. Have you live here instead of next door...”
“Regina, we don’t need kids to become a family. You are my family already. You are my one true love. Plus, we already have kids. Yes, it’s messed up, and it will be one very awkward talk when we explain everything to the baby someday, but we are a family.”
“But what if this peace we’re having now in Storybrooke vanishes again? Cause we both know it’s just a matter of time. You will want to protect me, I you, and it will all be a mess again. Why do we always think that distance can protect each other?”
“Then when the tempest comes, we don’t leave each other’s side this time. I’m here, Regina, and I’ll be here always. No matter what. Plus we’ve proved time and time again that distance is the worst thing for us. It always does more damage than good” I raised her chin so she could look at me “I think that, for now on, it’s just best if we both stay”
She smiled weakly, worry slowly fading from her eyes “I think that it’s best if we both stay” she repeated.
Fanfic: My favorite two ships are Outlaw Queen and Swan Queen. I love them both equally, so please feel free to write for whichever one you’re more comfortable with. It would be awesome if it could be a Christmas themed fic, preferably with their relationship already established. Whether it’s AU or canon scenarios makes no difference to me, I love both genres the same.
Manip: Same as the fic stuff! A christmassy one with either OQ or SQ would be awesome!
NO-NO’S: No Captain Swan please.
WHAT I CAN DO: I’m strongest at writing fics, I can make playlists, and I’m decent at making edits.
WHAT I ABSOLUTELY CAN’T DO: I can’t make gifsets or videos. I’d be fine working with any ships though.
BACK-UP GIFTERS: Yes!
IF YES TO BACK-UP GIFTER, WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO MAKE 2 GIFTS AT THE SAME TIME?: Yes!!
ANYTHING ELSE: Nope! I cant wait to do this again!
It’s not fair, Roland thinks, sitting in the corner on a timeout as Henry gets to eat ice cream, lots and lots of ice cream like a big boy and he just wants to be a big boy too, he just wants to be a big boy and eat ice cream and watch the moving picture with Daddy and Regina like Henry. He didn’t want to go to bed yet, he’s not tired, he can be a big boy too, Roland thinks, and then he yawns.
It was that time of year again. Time for the tree and the lights and the tinsel to go up. Emma smiled as she got the decorations down from the loft. Another Christmas with her amazing family. She set the boxes down at the foot of the ladder but just before she could replace the ladder and the trap door in the ceiling, something caught her eye that made her giggle.
Mistletoe.
She turned to find the culprit standing in the doorway of their bedroom with a mischievous grin on her face.
