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I Pick My Poison; Chapter 7 [ao3 / ff.net] Season 7 Prompt:  “Drunk Regina wants Gold so badly and she annoys everyone in storybrook season by season?”

Music boomed from the speakers within the bar and Roni, actually, Regina whined as she leaned her body against the bar top, face pressing hard against the cold surface, fingers wrapped around the glass that had long lost the heat from Rumple's fingers. She had ran her tongue all over where his mouth had been after having more than a few whiskey's herself. The empty bottle near her face was no indication as to how much she had drank.

And especially not the other empty bottle in the trash bin.

"He's going to make me go this alone. He will. That evil devil with the sexy and dark beautiful eyes. The ones that belong to my dark prince, my gold, my my..." Huffing out a sigh, she pressed the glass to her lips and allowed her tongue to brush against the cold surface before pulling it away from her mouth. "Evil evil imp man. I fucking you love you, you know that? So fucking much...you...you devil, you gorgeous handsome devil..."

The instinct to hop up onto the bar surged through her like a wave of lava and fuck everything, she gave in. Hopping up onto the cold surface, spreading her legs enough so that her groin was against it as she moved her hips, arms gripping the sides of the arm to pull and tug her like she had done back home. Back on that couch in Snow's place.

Jacinda walks in then, having forgotten her phone at work when she catches Roni on the throws of some sort of mental breakdown, or at least that is what she's guessing. "Roni?"

"Oh? So you're my new Emma?" She asks, turning over onto her side and reaching a hand out.

"Who's Emma, Roni?" Jacinda steps hesitantly closer to the bar, one foot before the other and yet the look on her face seems as if she thinks Roni might launch at her like a cat. From the way Roni is scowling, it might be true, so she stops before stepping any closer. "Are you...Drunk?" The stink of whiskey is heavy in the air and the object of Henry's affection places her hands on her own hips and gives her boss a look she used to give Lucy when she had done something bad — like draw on the walls with permanent markers. "Well, let's get you home."

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Can I have something short of Roni is pregnant and tries to hint at it to Weaver but he doesn't catch on?

Of course! Below! [701-703]

Rated T-ish.

Roni had insisted on inviting Weaver regardless of the doubts registering in the minds of the other attendees. The others had no idea about the extra curricular activities her and the detective had been up to during hours they couldn’t be found. Or called for that matter.

Weaver had arrived earlier than the others, which surprised her more than anything. And just to add to the shocked look on her face as he strode through the bar door like he owned the place, he was carrying a tray of something covered and warm from the feel of the heat emitting from the item in his hands as he moved past her and into the open space.

“What’s that?”

“Just something.”

“Poison?” A sly grin formed along her lips as she made her way to the bar, rearranging the foods she had prepared for the little gathering. They were celebrating their little triumph with the Community Gardens. Her dark hues stared back up at Weaver as she began to stir a large bowl of cheese for the taco salads she had prepared.

“Not in the slightest.” He closed the gap between them, placing the item onto the table and removing the film. The sweet aroma hit her right in the face as her gaze roamed over the delectable sweet in the container.

“And that is?”

“Baked pumpkin donuts. With maple glaze.”

“Homemade?”

“Yes.”

“Looks good.”

At the glisten in his eyes, she turned then, deciding now was as good a time as any to try and break the news to him. Sure; they had been careful during their little trysts. But apparently their idea of careful hadn’t really been careful enough. Before she could speak though, he had come up behind her - warm hands on her hips. Lips at her ear. “You look good enough to eat.” He growled, heated breath caressing her skin as he dipped his head to her neck.

“I have buns in the oven.” In truth, she didn’t, but this would be her first attempt at letting him know.

“Are they ready to come out?”

“Not yet. Maybe in nine…” He apparently wasn’t catching on as he continued his assault on her neck, lips tasting her skin.  “…do you like baby carrots?” Another attempt.

“Steamed?” His hands began to tug on the fabric of her shirt, lifting it up to run along the sides of her stomach. Clearly oblivious.

“What about baby peas?”

“It’s all fine.” He stopped then, noticing how she wasn’t responding much to his advances, hands on her hips - he turned her to face him. “Why are you asking me about food?”

“No reason.” She huffed, tucking her shirt back where it had been before he had pulled it up. Then noticing the disappointment in his face she pressed her lips to his. Settling on needing to try a different approach later, when they will be alone since everyone would be arriving in no time.

“Drink?” He asked, heading behind the bar, thinking that Roni didn’t want to get into anything more intimate due to the fact that the bar wouldn’t be filled with just the two of them for long. Jacinda, Henry and the others would be pouring in through the door any minute.

This was perfect. If this didn’t hit the message across right, she might as well throw in the towel with the subtle hints. “I’m actually not drinking tonight or for a bit…”

She watched as his movements halted, hands leaving the bottle he had hold of that was sitting on the surface of the bar. He leaned on it, then tilted his head in Roni’s direction. “You don’t have an oven here… Roni.”

“No. I don’t.” The fact that it took her declining to drink alcohol couldn’t be a good sign. How much did she drink anyway? She thought back to before she found out and the amounts of shots she preferred to down during the day. Damn. It really was a good number.

He nodded finally realizing what she had been doing the entire time. “How far along?”

“I have an appointment to find out. I’m keeping it.” She added the last in quickly, her hands coming to her hips as she waited for his response.

“Is it’s mine?”

The look on her face at the question told him all he needed to know. But he wanted to hear her say it, so he raised his brows.

“Of course it’s yours.”

“Can I come with you? To the appointment?”

“Of course.”

“What smells fantastic?” Rodgers asked bounding in through the door, a platter of cheesy garlic bread balanced on his non gloved hand.

Weaver just chuckled, shaking his head at his partner before pouring himself a shot of whiskey.

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Bite The Hand That Feeds; rated T [ao3 / ff.net] requested by  G (on the tip of my tongue comments) Could you please write a story of the next week promo where Regina ask rumple if he remember who he so. Not a lot smut maybe T and mention the fact that she owes him a favor, and they teamed up against drizella. Just the idea from next week promo will be good

Roni had begun cleaning tumblers for the day, her mind racing at the memories that had flooded in all thanks to Drizella and her mastermind plan to make her suffer through this entire curse. The fact that what all happened back in the Enchanted Forest of Ella's realm had put them all in this situation, made her feel guilt of the most immense kind. Had she not had a hand in the entire thing? She had all but handed the curse to Drizella on a golden platter along with where others had failed with the true love kiss being able to break it. Sighing, she put one of the tumblers she had just dried down onto the bar top with a little too much force that caused it to break.

"Careful. The last thing anyone wants is to swallow a shard of glass." Weaver had come through the door only seconds before, eyes set on the shatters pieces scattered along the surface. He knew magic wasn't in this realm currently, or at least not as much as they needed.

"I'm in no mood today, Weaver."

"Do I need to remind you of the fact that you owe me?" He shot in her direction before sliding onto one of the bar stools, motioning for her to pour him a drink.

"Have you come to collect on it?" She asked, not able to shake the image of the persona he had from Storybrooke out of her mind.

"Not today, but soon. Rest assured."

The fact that Roni had offered him something in return for his services, or better yet, the act of him asking for something in return sent a chill down her spine. Of course, she thought it could have just been his persona taking control of the situation and using it to his advantage considering she was a barkeep and many people came in spilling secrets.. but there had been something in his look upon accepting her offer that hadn't left her mind.

"I have a question for you..." Reaching out, she cleaned off the mess she had made and began drying off a glass to give him. "... What does the name Rumplestiltskin mean to you?" As soon as the tumbler was dry, she leaned forward and placed it in front of him.

"Rumple...stiltskin.." His tongue curved along the name, Mind wondering if she indeed was awake seeing as the name had been his true one and how in the world could she have known it? But before he could entertain the idea of Regina actually coming around at the sight of the adoption papers, he quickly added "Been reading Henry's book, have yah?"

"Have I?" She cocked a brow, a challenging look spreading about her features.

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Come Undone; rated M for mature [ao3 / ff.net] requested by Anon via tumblr.

The moment Roni had set her sights on doing something to make the detective buckle, she all but flew into it. Having left the house in a sweater dress this morning, the only dress she owned in her closet, leaving behind the one thing he seemed to covet most during their intimate moments together — her black lace panties. An evil grin formed on her lips as she settled herself against the surface of a chair beside a desk where Rodgers sat behind, hands working to fill out a complaint she said she needed to file just to get her in a situation best suiting the perfect plan in her head.

She could see inside of Weaver's office from where she was sitting which only served to make it all the more fitting. She waited for him, reciting a practiced speech to the officer turned detective even as she saw the object of her affection bound out of his office and slow as he made his way past her. Just a glance at him told her what she needed to know, he was surprised to see her in a dress instead of her usual jeans and rocker chic. Even if what she was currently wearing whispered her style more than declaring it.

As he handed a few documents to one of the policemen on his payroll, he couldn't help but glance back at the brunette. Her mouth was moving in such a way that sent his imagination soaring while her legs were bare, showcasing her toned calves and thighs. The sight was truly a marvel. Pushing aside his hormones, he strode past her and back into his office. Only this time he sat in the chair in front of his desk, grabbing a folder and began to pretend to read through it as he glanced up at her figure across the way every few seconds.

She could feel his eyes on her and that only proved to make the spot at the apex of her legs throb in want, she tensed her thighs to help alleviate it just enough. Allowing her eyes to glance in the direction of Weaver's open door, she locked her sights on him before bringing her attention back to Rodgers. Slowly, she moved her left leg further apart [...]

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Taste Me; [ao3 / ff.net / tumblr] Pure smut, all around. Rated M. NSFW. Prompt by anon: Roni and Weaver + Tongue. Look how easily we keep coming undone.

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Keep Driving; [ao3 / ff.net] rated M for mature

The hum that vibrated from within Weaver's car had settled deep in Roni's chest, sending her nerves into a nice buzz of a frenzy. The ride thus far had been smooth, sweet sailing as the city flashed by outside in a blur of colors, bright golden yellows with red flashes.

A winter chill had come to Hyperion Heights; one of epic proportions that left the outdoors too cold for cracking windows or sticking a hand out to feel the wind kiss soft skin. The heat inside was up high, Weaver leaned forward to turn it up even higher and gave Roni a glance for a split second before putting his eyes back on the road. Too late; He had caught her attention the second his fingers had closed around the knob. Now, heavy lidded eyes were watching as his hands closed tight along the steering wheel, brown leather pulled taught with the force of the grip. The gloves creased as he loosened his iron grip on the wheel, sliding it down the dark object slow enough to cause Roni to release a sigh from her lips; mind practically grasping at straws with each stroke of his hand.

Hesitant eyes flickered up to his features that were a hard mask of concentration and she knew he wasn't doing any of this on purpose and yet the heat inside of the vehicle had begun to get to her head. Swallowing humid air in quick gulps, she adjusted herself against his leather seats and slid her legs apart, wanting to feel the tug of the fabric of her jeans against needy skin. But that wasn't enough, so she slipped her hands down to her hips then to her thighs and left them there, fighting the urge to bring them to the dip between her thighs.

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Wake Me; [ao3 // ff.net] Rated M for Mature. Originally requested by d'evilregal from the On The Tip Of My Tongue fanfiction comments. This will hint to that fanfiction as well as other moments that were not mentioned in that fanfic.Prompt: Can you maybe do one where they realize who they are and are having awkward flashbacks and become to embarrassed to even look at each other.

Regina shook her head as Henry strode in through the doors to her bar. The reaction of pulling him to her and commenting on how much he had grown was something she had to suppress and it took everything in her to do so. She knew now that another one of those genius curses had been cast over the inhabitants of the storybook where Henry found his Cinderella. But as to who cursed them all? She wasn't sure. In fact - she believed that she was the only one awake.

"Roni." He called out as he settled himself in with his laptop, intent on finding more ways to woo the apple of his eye Jacinda. Or at least she hoped it was Jacinda seeing as Ivy could be pegged for bad news from the second Roni set eyes on her. And now that Regina had her wits about who she really was, knowing Ivy is bad news has gone out of the window only to be replaced by one sentence not gonna happen in her head. But she would let Henry find that out for himself, since matters of the heart really isn't any place for a mother to put her foot down. Regina knew that from experience.

"Henry. What's.." Struggling, she placed her hands on the bar. This whole charade would be hard enough without having to pull off still being who she is in front of the others who entered her bar. Let alone Henry. Or Wish realm Hook aka Rodgers. "...what are you going to get up to?"

She didn't even want to think about talking to Rumplestiltskin today. Let alone any other day of the week considering what her memories had been pushing forth all morning long. Sure, her and Rumple had always had chemistry but there was a reason her split self had reacted when she hadn't. It just wasn't like them to go all out and bang each other breathless. They could play and tease and flirt better than anyone, but give in hadn't been on their to-do list during their times spent in the Enchanted Forest let alone Storybrooke. No matter how often they thought about it. Or at least she did. She couldn't really assume he had.

"Just looking into ways I can try and help transform that food truck into something more appetizing. I know Rodgers did a great job in helping them, but it looks like shit in the back."

"Does it?"

"Yeah, not to mention the issue of cleaning it up to the standards of being able to actually cook and serve food in it."

"It'll be tough. But if you need my help.." She wanted to offer her assistance in any way she could. But coming right out and admitting to knowing who he was would only serve to push him away. Which was the last thing she wanted.

"Thanks."

He got up then and shuffled near a booth in the back. So she set out to cleaning the glasses needed for today's customers. The past few weeks were all coming up in her mind. Along with memories planted by the curse itself.

She poured herself a shot of the strongest whiskey on her shelf, then tilting her head up she downed it. The angle she had tilted, the liquid sliding down her throat only proved to push forth another one of those earth shattering peeks into the moments she had spent alone with the detective.

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On The Tip Of My Tongue; Chapter 4. [ao3 / ff.net]

She pulled one of Weaver's t-shirts over her head as she padded her way out into the hall and on through to the kitchen. The detective, who was already dressed, stood over the stove stirring something with a spatula. "Who knew you could cook." When she came up behind him, he stalled, tilting his head just enough to get a kiss from the barkeep. "What is that?"

"Some sort of breakfast scramble that I came up with."

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her chin against his shoulder before giving the contents a very stern look. "I'll try anything once." Pressing her lips to his back she then turned on her heels and walked towards the refrigerator, gentle hands pulling it open and reveling in the cool air that hit her exposed thighs.

He guffawed at her, feigning shock before he realized exactly what she had just admitted to. "Wait, really?" He could come up with numerous things he had been wanting to try for a long time, only to have every person he had ever been with to decline attempting such things.

"Nope. I've said too much." She couldn't hide the grin that formed on her lips, so she opted for leaning forward and pretending to be interested in what was in front of her.

"I could get used to you coming in here wearing my clothes. Especially when you're bent over like that." His eyes were drinking in the vision that currently was hunched over, not looking in his direction. His white t-shirt did not cling to any of her curves, but he could get lost at the sight of her. The swell of her ass beneath the thin fabric, the peaks of her nipples while bending like that only served to cause that treacherous appendage of his to pulse, giving him a reminder to pull his eyes from her sumptuous frame.

"Could you? In the mood for admitting weaknesses this morning?" She tilted her head in his direction, curls falling out of her eyesight.

"Admitting to being aroused is actually the opposite. When you hide the fact, that gives the other party an upper hand."

"How so?"

"The one who admitted it, has nothing to hide. The one who didn't, well. You'll be sweating trying to cover up the fact that you're aching just as bad as the other."

"I see." Truthfully, she thought he was full of shit considering she currently seemed to have the upper hand. Bringing her sight back to the contents in the fridge, she reached forward and gripped a bottle of orange juice. "What were you wanting to try, Weaver?" Relenting, she made her way up to him and reached high above him to grab a glass from the cupboard, pouring a generous amount of the tangy liquid into the tumbler.

A smirk tugged on his lips, his attention leaving the food he was currently stirring and resting on her face as he wanted her bring the glass to her lips and sip at the orange juice. "Anal for one."

"Mhmm. Gathered that with this mornings little session behind me."

"Did you? Why didn't you say something?" He watched her shrug and then decided to continue with his fantasies. "There's a few sex toys I'd like to give a go. Handcuffs, blindfolds, I can make a list later. You'll do the same?"

"I can, yeah."

"Here try this." He reached for a wooden spoon, scooped up a small amount of the scramble into it then leaning forward he blew on the contents, trying to cool them off before bringing it close to her mouth, a hand below it as to make sure to catch anything if it were to fall. Her eyes locked on his while she opened her mouth, bringing it close to the spoon, then took the contents into her mouth. Her eyes glistened as she made a few noises to hint at it being delicious.