#kitchen cabinets regina

[thatfandomslut]

Mommy, Sorry, Mommy

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, 18+, MDNI. mommy kink, fingering, face riding (Regina receiving), nipple play, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation, this is porn without plot honestly.

Request:

Hi!!! Can I please request Regina smut 🤭🫶🏼 I’ve been thinking ab Reneé’s Regina ever since I saw the movie istg 😭 sub fem reader pls

"Fuck," (Y/n) cursed loudly as Regina sucked her clit. Regina felt at home in between (Y/n)'s thighs, and Regina knew exactly how to please the girl on the kitchen counter.

They were supposed to be cooking, but that was abandoned before (Y/n) could even grab any of the ingredients they needed for dinner. Instead, Regina had pushed her onto the counter, helped her out of her leggings and panties, and latched onto her clit with her mouth. And (Y/n) was not complaining as Regina fucked her. She felt her hands move from Regina's blonde hair, up her stomach and to her breasts, massaging them for extra pleasure. She wanted to rid herself of her top and bra desperately but decided to wait until Regina led her to the bedroom, which would inevitably happen after she came.

(Y/n) enjoyed nights like these. Nights where she and Regina destress themselves and pleasure each other in the various rooms of their apartment. "I'm so close, Mommy." (Y/n) cried out, gasping in pleasure before biting her lip as Regina slipped a finger into (Y/n) to help her cum. It worked, too. (Y/n) unraveled at Regina's touch, cumming as her back arched and her head rested on the cabinets behind her. Regina wasted no time in sucking the cum off her finger before cleaning her up with her tongue. A dual action of pre-active care and allowing (Y/n) to ride out the rest of her high.

As Regina finished licking the cum up like a kitten drinking milk, she licked her lips contently as she looked up at her girlfriend. "Do you want to go to the bedroom, baby? I promise I'll take care of you." Regina proposed, her hands running up (Y/n)'s thighs as she stood up. She kissed (Y/n) deeply as she did, allowing herself to share the taste of her girlfriend with her. She couldn't keep all of the sweetness for herself. That just wouldn't have been right.

(Y/n) was in no way going to decline Regina's offer, nor her kisses, as she removed herself from the counter. "Take me to bed, princess," (Y/n) whispered knowing that there were only two things she could call Regina in these settings: princess and mommy. Mommy was usually her go-to, but right now she felt more like calling her princess. Regina led (Y/n) to the bed where she pushed (Y/n) onto the bed. (Y/n) allowed this as she looked up at Regina in amazement, staring happily at the blonde. When she realized she was staring, she blinked and licked her lips which felt dry despite Regina's lip-gloss lingering. "Sorry, Mommy, sorry-" she couldn't form a sentence properly.

Regina recognized this as she kissed (Y/n) gently. "It's okay, baby girl. I like it when you look at me like that. Like I am the only girl in the world for you." Regina's fingers gently dragged down her cheeks, her fingertips exploring their way down before they removed (Y/n)'s shirt and bra, leaving the girl naked. She then undressed herself, grinning down at her eagerly.

Regina gently pushed her back onto the bed, her lips latching onto (Y/n)'s neck as she left lovebites trailing down to her breasts. Stopping where she was, she sucked on one of (Y/n)'s nipples as her fingers pinched and played with the other one. Her other hand made its way down to (Y/n)'s pussy and Regina moaned over the fact that (Y/n) was very much wet for her still. (Y/n)'s head fell back onto the pillow behind her as Regina allowed two fingers to open the lips of her pussy.

(Y/n)'s body buzzed with excitement before a low groan escaped her lips as Regina allowed her finger to enter (Y/n). She didn't stop there before adding another. As Regina was hitting her G-spot perfectly and at the right pace, Regina was playing with her nipples. (Y/n) was seeing stars as Regina fucked her. She felt overwhelmed by the pleasure that Regina was providing. Only Regina had ever made her feel this way, and only Regina had gotten her to this point of pure ecstasy over and over again. She couldn't help but cum after Regina had commanded it, cumming again and again, overstimulated by everything Regina was doing to her body. But she wouldn't complain. Not when Regina was making her feel this good, commanding orgasms over and over until (Y/n)'s legs were shaking and she couldn't think straight.

Regina's compliments might've been what got her to the point she was at now, but that didn't matter as she brought Regina up to her lips, kissing her deeply. "Mommy, please let me taste you." (Y/n) whispered on Regina's lips. Regina smirked at her words before moving to ride (Y/n)'s face. (Y/n) made sure to do anything that Regina needed. Regina praised (Y/n) as she moaned, her hips moving back and forth as she continued to ride her girlfriend's face, pleasure filling her as she came into (Y/n)'s mouth. (Y/n) took it happily as Regina rode out her high, calling out (Y/n)'s name as she did so. This also gave (Y/n) a confidence boost as Regina fell next to her, allowing (Y/n) to bring her in close as their clammy bodies cuddled up to each other.

"You were so good, baby," Regina complimented softly, kissing her girlfriend gently on the nose. This action always provided (Y/n) with a warm and fuzzy feeling as she smiled over to Regina, kissing her deeply. The taste of each other was still very much on their tongues, mingling as their tongues clashed in their kiss. "I love you so much, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) smiled at Regina as she cupped the girl's cheek gently. "I love you too, Regina. You did so well. My mind is still fuzzy." The two girls laughed quietly before rolling into their aftercare of getting a shower together before laying in bed and falling asleep together.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1928 house is known as the Doll's House. The Swiss Chalet style home was designed by William Van Egmond as a wedding present for his daughter, and became a designated heritage property in 1983. Located in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, it has 2bds, 1ba, $299,900.

It is soooo cute! You enter and there is a large closet to the right.

The owners have painted it pure white, which masks the architectural features, but you can paint them contrasting colors to match your decor. Look at how interesting the fireplace is- I don't know if it was ever real- there's a wire in the wall, probably for electric logs.

The wood around the interesting triangular window is obliterated by the white paint.

Details of the fireplace.

I wonder what the original color of the wood was. Forget about staining it, now that the paint is on.

Look at that- a little built-in bench. Do you think that the details would look better in pastel or a dark brown or black? There's an old phone on the wall, so the bench was for sitting and talking on the phone.

Isn't the little dining area cute? Two built-in cabinets.

The kitchen is directly off the dining room, and look at the vintage door chimes.

In the vintage kitchen they painted the frame around the fridge black. I don't think I like black. Notice the small triangular window.

There's a little cupboard in the corner and maybe even a place for a small bistro table or island on wheels.

Oh, look at that, I didn't realize that the closet door is glass.

What a large primary bedroom. Very nice. More beautiful features.

Cute vintage bath. The tub looks original. Why do they like that weird beige-y color?

Little pedestal sink with an original medicine cabinet over it.

The 2nd bedroom has a surprisingly big closet.

Look at the skinny window on the stairs.

There's a closet and some shelving down in the basement.

Wow, look at the antique washing machine. It has a wringer. There's a nice workbench along the wall, too.

Outside, there's a cute fence and gate, plus a side door and the garage.

Nice evergreen tree in the yard.

Cute yard with another nice tree. 3,876 sq ft lot.

Gate for the 2 car garage. What happened to the road? Are they paving it, b/c they took away the driveway apron.

So adorable.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2812-McCallum-Ave-Regina-SK-S4S-0P9/352227873_zpid/

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 3 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 4

"So, have you heard of the new girl?" Regina asked, twirling a lock of hair on her finger.

You were still sitting on the couch several hours later. It was beginning to get dark.

"Caty Heron or something?"

"Cady, yes. What do you think of her?" Regina bit her bottom lip, sucking it and chewing at it in her mouth. Back when you were younger, her mom would've chastised her. Mrs George was lax about a lot of things, but she could not stand fidgeting. Nowadays, though, you doubted she had the heart to say anything negative to her daughter.

"I..." You tilted your head, thinking. "I don't really think of her. We're in the same calc class and she seems smart. Talks to Aaron a lot."

"Does she?" Regina narrowed her eyes and huffed. "I thought so."

"What? Don't tell me you're still hung up on Aaron Samuels. C'mon." You scoffed. "That dude, pretty as he is-" You knocked at your head. "All fluff, no substance. Hollow."

"Oh, because you would know so much about guys." Regina crossed her arms and stared at you petulantly.

"Yes, I would. I'm practically one of them." You shrugged nonchalantly. "By the way, shouldn't you get home?"

Regina didn't answer and just looked at you. You looked back, unsure of what she was thinking. You glanced around, wondering if you'd missed something.

"You're still- I mean, you're... A lesbian." She said slowly as if it were a curse word.

You laughed before answering. "Yes, Regina, I am still a lesbian. Just like I told you I was back then." You frowned. "Is there, like, a problem?"

"No." She said simply, but it didn't seem particularly truthful. "You don't know about what happened with Janis, then?"

"No, I just know she had to switch schools. Why, was it something you did?"

"No." Again, didn't seem too truthful. "I don't have a problem with you being a lesbian."

Clearly, she was uncomfortable talking about it. Still, something was off. You were almost certain Regina had had something to do with Janis leaving. She was probably lying to you.

"You're not going home for dinner then." Better to drop it for now. It wouldn't do either of you any good to push her. "Will your dad be mad?"

"As if he even notices I'm gone," She rolled her eyes, settling more comfortably on the couch. "He's always on the phone."

"I have frozen pizzas we could pop in the oven."

"I'm not eating that processed shit. We're ordering in."

"Reg, I can't order takeout 'til dad sends me more money."

"I'm paying, dummy, don't even worry about it." She pushed off the couch and walked to the kitchen. You trailed after her. "Where are the menus?"

"There should be some in the cabinet over there."

The evening turned to night with you two on the couch, chatting and eating pizza. The TV was turned on eventually. Adult Swim was playing some anime about cowboys in space, but neither of you was really watching.

You'd missed her so much. You didn't like thinking about it much, but that was the truth. You'd missed her for even longer than the two years you'd been officially cut off from her life. She'd started pulling away long before the silent treatment began. You didn't like thinking about how much it had hurt, how you'd felt your world go bleak when she rejected you. You'd never been one for confrontation, that was Regina's job, so talking to her about the why and how of it all had never felt like an option.

You'd eventually gotten the hint. And now, after all this time, after she had left you so easily, you were letting her back in just as easily. As if you were back in that time, sitting in the sandbox peacefully making castles when she came up behind you, pulled at one of your pigtails, and demanded you share your buckets and shovel. You were helpless against her force.

There was probably something deeply unhealthy about your friendship. She was probably only coming back because it was convenient for her. She wasn't interested in making amends- hell, she probably didn't even think there was anything to amend, in the first place.

This had been the way you two had been since forever. Her ploughing through anybody in her way, you clinging to her as she went, just as much of a victim and a perpetrator.

The Regina you missed was the impression of a girl, braces on her teeth, grass stains on her sundress, and laughter on her lips. The Regina that perhaps, maybe, probably was still hidden somewhere in her, but at the same time was just not her. Who she was now, who you were now, were so utterly different from back then.

Watching her face, illuminated blueish by the light from the TV, so much older but still soft and young, framed by naturally blonde hair but bleached a lighter shade, you made your peace. You were probably being way too dramatic about all this, but it felt like a big moment in your half-baked teenage brain. You would take her back every time. You would let her leave every time. You would stay in place while she explored the world, and if she deigned to come back, you'd be waiting.

"Hey, Reg," You said, quiet but not exactly a whisper.

"What?" She looked up at you, just bent over the coffee table grabbing another slice of pizza.

"I missed you." You said, so earnestly it sounded jarring to even your ears.

She scrunched up her nose. "'Cause I bought you pizza?"

"Yeah," You laughed. "That too."

If you hadn't been looking so closely, you might've missed the brief lapse in her armour. It was in the softening at the corners of her eyes, in the slackening of her face, the give in her spine. Something like affection, like she'd missed you too.

"You're a weirdo."

You only laughed more.

The moment passed and you continued eating and talking and watching TV. You must've fallen asleep at some point after Regina went to remove her makeup. Eventually, you couldn't tell when, you woke up to the sun shining through the blinds right into your eyes.

Shit. It was Monday. You pawed around yourself for your phone, flipped it open, and checked the time. Shit, indeed. You nudged Regina with your toe.

"Reg..." She didn't even stir. "Reg!" You pushed harder, causing her to groan and whine.

"What? Five... M're mins..." She mumbled into the cushion, curling up tighter.

"We're late for school, Reggie, c'mon we gotta go." You momentarily contemplated if it was worth even going in. Your dad would be busting a lung at the missed calc class anyway. But did you want to give him more reasons to yell at you? No, not really.

"I gotta go, c'mon." You moved towards her and really shook her.

"What?" She grumped at you. To be honest, it was really cute. She had dust around her eyes, sleep still lingering in her limbs. You'd touched her shoulder, covered by the knit blanket you'd given her last night, but you could feel how warm she was.

"School. It's Monday morning, sleepyhead."

It took no more than that for the reality to set in for her. Cursing up a storm and running around like a headless chicken, Regina tried gathering all her things that'd somehow ended up scattered around the night before. Her perfume was in the alcove by the front, her charger in the kitchen, hairbrush in the bathroom.

"Do you want a ride?" You asked before heading upstairs to change. Couldn't go to school in just Spiderman boxers.

"I have nothing to wear!" She screeched, glaring at you as if you'd caused this. She was the one who wanted to stay the night, jeez.

You held up your hands in surrender. "You can borrow some of my stuff."

"As if you have anything remotely fitting. You dress like a hobo." She said all that while climbing up the stairs past you, heading for your room. "A hobo with a liking to grunge music, nonetheless."

You walked after her, listening but not feeling the need to add anything. Once she got to your door and you went to follow, she whirled around.

"Uh, I'm gonna change." She sassed, though the intimidation was made less effective by the bareness of her face and the messiness of her hair. You smiled and gestured for her to go on.

"Be my guest." As if she needed the invitation.

To her credit, it didn't take long for her to pick something to wear, wash her face, and do her hair. In the meantime, you used the hallway bathroom to freshen up yourself. She stepped out wearing the same white tank top as the night before, over it a short-sleeve button-down in a glossy, satin black, and a black skirt she'd probably found at the very back of your closet. The button-down was neatly cinched around her waist and the skirt discreetly rolled up to be shorter than it really was.

The shirt was probably the nicest thing you owned. Something a relative had gotten you for your birthday. Versace or something like that.

"I'm going to have to go to school in sneakers, jorts." She pointed at you accusingly, leaning over threateningly where you sat on the floor. You looked up at her and just shrugged. What could you do?

She rolled her eyes and waved you away. You took the cue that it was your turn. You didn't bother closing the door behind you. Some wash jeans from the back of your desk seemed clean enough. You sniffed them just in case. Not too funky, but definitely not fresh. They'd have to do. You chucked the hoodie, sprayed on some deodorant, and replaced it with a short-sleeve flannel. You looked into the mirror and checked your hair was okay before grabbing your backpack.

"Okay, let's go." You turned to see Regina staring at you incredulously.

"That's it? That's your morning routine?" Leaning against the doorway, you couldn't help but notice she looked fantastic. It was a real talent of hers, looking so good all the time.

"Usually, I'd eat breakfast." You herded her out of the door. "Do you need to get your things?" She probably didn't have any of her school stuff.

"No, I didn't unpack my purse before coming here." She said, checking said bag as she did. "I'll do my makeup in the car, drive sensibly."

"Psh, as if you need to tell me. You're the speed demon, from what I've heard."

"There's nothing wrong with the way I drive, grandma."

"Until you get your license revoked, speedster."

Needless to say, Regina was not impressed by your 2001 Corolla. And though she complained the whole way to school, she still sat in the front seat, doing her makeup, there was no heat behind her words. You arrived in the middle of the third period. Nobody was out and about, much to Regina's relief. You parted ways with a wiggle of her fingers and a finger salute from you. You sat in the car for a moment, just breathing and thinking.

She didn't say thank you, didn't say she had a good time, didn't even bother pretending she'd enjoyed your company. It seemed like a relief she was finally getting away from you. Was that how she felt?

Now that your friendship had progressed beyond small talk while you worked and pleasantries over dinner, being ignored at school felt a lot more hurtful.

It was sobering, how she could goss and laugh with you on your couch and then act as if being seen with you in public was social suicide.

What made it feel even worse was that it was true. If Regina was seen hanging around you, god knows what the piranhas that were the student body would do. It would end with either or both of you ostracized or worse. Regina could bend minds and shift opinions like it was a superpower, but even she had her limits.

You got out of the car, locked it, and ambled towards Spanish class.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can you do a baking thing with Regina Mills that turns into smtg more spicy? Like maybe when cookies (or whatever Regina and Y/n are baking) are cooking, then Regina gets bored and yk wants to have fun with reader?

(btw I love your writing sm!!)

Things Happen When She’s Bored ~Daddy!Regina Mills xFem Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Regina and Reader bake chocolate chip cookies together, and Regina gets bored while they are baking… Anon Response— Thank you for the request, anon!! I would love to write this! Regina Mills could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

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Prompt— Baking

Warnings: NSFW, smut, clit stimulation, spanking, taunting, teasing, daddy kink, degradation kink, degrading, punishment, etc.

Enjoy (;

The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off, as you and Regina finally put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven. Ingredients laid all over the counters, along with bowls, measuring spoons, and trays for the cooked cookies. Both of you had gotten your clothes all messy as well.

But you didn’t care. You were having fun and that was all that mattered.

Once the cookies were in the oven however, you decided it was time to clean up. You began by throwing away the eggshells and the empty butter wrapper, then moving to gather and clean all the dishes.

Regina leaned against the counter, watching you as you cleaned up. Her gaze followed yours with amusement. As you turned your back and started to clean the dishes in the sink, you could feel the mischievous energy radiating off of the woman. And before you could say a word, you felt a pelt of flour hit your back.

You immediately turned around and scowled playfully.

“Hey!!” You whined at the woman, who had picked up the floor bag and who was looking at you with a mischievous grin and wicked eyes.

“I’m bored…!” Regina groans, then throwing another handful of flour, this time in your face.

The brunette immediately erupted into laughter as your face screwed together and you scowled again. You put down the dishes in your hands and marched across the kitchen, confiscating the flour bag from the woman. You put it away in its proper place in the bottom cabinets, but as you went to stand back up and turn around, you found yourself trapped. Regina was placed right in front of you, so close that your back and hands were against the kitchen island behind you.

“ ‘Gina?” You stammered, the woman’s unwavering gaze suddenly sending shivers down your entire body.

Regina stepped impossibly closer, tilted her head at you, and licking her lips. Her eyes flickered a dark and wicked energy.

It suddenly clicked for you. But before you could say it, her lips were on yours. She was immediately purring happily like a cat at the connection to you. That woman couldn’t get enough of your touch, it was like it was all she could think about.

Although you didn’t blame her, you were basically the same way. You sometimes wondered whether you two were too addicted to one another… But regardless, Regina was definitely worse than you. She could hardly contain herself most of the time.

Regina’s flour caked hands found your throat and hip, squeezing each one as needed to draw those little whimpers that she adored out of you. You gasped and rasped breathlessly into the kiss, the hand on your throat already making your eyes start to roll back.

The woman wasted no time, after a peck on your lips, her tongue started to stalk and lick your lips. It then slipped into your mouth with ease. You hummed in delight as Regina dominated you with a simple kiss.

Her hold on your neck and hips got tighter and tighter. You were sure that they would both bruise. But you didn’t mind that, in fact you encouraged it. You cheekily bit Regina’s bottom lip. The woman growled in response and tightened her hold on you even more. You let out a raspy groan at her impossibly tight grasp.

“Behave…” the woman growled in a reminder.

Regina had now left your lips and was focusing on moving the attention of her tongue and hot mouth downwards, to your chin, then throat, shoulders, collarbones, and so on.

“Or what…?” You chocked out.

The brunette looked at you and quirked her eyebrow. Regina loved when you challenged her, as it meant she could put you back in your place. And you loved to challenge her because it riled her up.

Swiftly, Regina grabbed your hips and swiveled you around, pining you down and over the kitchen island counter, so that she was behind you and your ass was sticking out to her.

“Or I’ll make you…” the woman rasped wickedly in your ear.

You playfully wiggled your ass up into Regina’s frame. This resulted in her hand coming flying down and smacking you ass hard. You winced and jerked forward, yelping in surprise. Regina reveled in the reactions that she drew from you.

Your breathing was drawing ragged and your mind was beginning to dizzy. You felt the woman’s hot breath on your neck, only making you loss your competency even faster.

Her hand came back down on your ass cheeks once more, leaving a stinging sensation and making you squeal.

“Who do you belong to, Baby…?” Regina purred wickedly into your ear.

Another spank came down on your ass.

“Y-you…!” You whimpered loudly.

“Say my name…” she cooed darkly, smacking your ass again and harder.

“Regina—!!” You yelped.

Three more spanks to your ass indicated that you had answered incorrectly.

“Nuh uh uh… Try again, Baby…”

“Mmmmm Daddy!!” You cried out.

Your response made Regina smirk and begin to caress your red clothed ass with her hand. You sighed out breathily in relief.

But just as you thought the woman was down with you and was going to let you go, you felt her fingers start to dip in between your thighs. Her digits began to make tight circles around your clothed clit, making you suck in a breath sharply.

“You’re going to cum for daddy…” Regina purred, “Only from Daddy’s teasing… You understand…?”

You gulped and groaned as little waves of pleasure began to build themselves up to a much larger orgasm. You nodded vigorously in response to the woman.

“Yes daddy—” you groaned.

“Good girl…” she praised with a wicked tone.

Your eyes began to roll back as her fingers tightly wound you up, right up to the cusp of your climax.

“Daddy— P-please—!!” You cried, your desperation overtly apparent.

“Cum for Daddy, pretty bitch…” Regina hummed.

The degradation along with calling herself daddy sent you over the edge. You sparked against the encounter, as Regina’s fingers stimulated your clit through your orgasm. Your breathing was loud and erratic as you came off your high.

Suddenly, the timer on the oven for the chocolate chip cookies went off, ringing reality back into your heads. Regina was swift to unblock you and grab the mitt for the oven. She pulled the cookies out, placing them on the cooling rack, pretending like nothing has happened.

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[ambi-kiko]

tma music tma music tma music

please reblog with your own! i need it (:

also im more than willing to elaborate on any of em, just ask! (i have much to yell about)

for bitchard, we have:

kiss me, son of god (they might be giants)

i'm gonna win (rob cantor)

blood & money (the orion experience, orion, linda XO)

ruler of everything (tally hall)

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (will wood)

community gardens (the scary jokes, louie zong)

the main character (will wood)

your body, my temple (will wood)

laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!) (will wood)

saint bernard (lincoln)

welcome to the internet (bo burnham)

all eyes on me (or3o)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

cabinet man (lemon demon)

peter x elias (for my frenchies out there <33)

marine marchande (les cowboys fringants)

ok dont judge me too much i had to have smth for them ((: plus its not that unrelated

next! martin

a better son/daughter (rilo kiley)

12 feet deep (the front bottoms)

things to do (alex g)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

step on me (the cardigans)

heart for brains (roar)

mama (my chemical romance)

summer child (conan gray)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

i cant handle change (roar)

against the kitchen floor (will wood)

least favorite only child (leanna firestone)

sharpener (cavetown)

empty bed (cavetown)

life's a beach (bears in trees)

jmart ((:

no children (the mountain goats)

the moon will sing (the crane wives)

euthanasia (will wood)

as the world caves in (matt maltese)

the truth (the front bottoms)

balade à toronto (jean leloup)

doctor (jack stauber)

apocalypse (cigarettes after sex)

talk to you (ricky Montgomery)

cabo (ricky montgomery)

meteor shower (cavetown)

juliet (cavetown)

feel better (penelope scott)

would you be so kind (dodie)

two birds (regina spektor)

line without a hook (ricky Montgomery)

and jon, ofc <3 i rly dont have enough for him ):

body terror song (AJJ)

downhill (Lincoln)

montreal (penelope scott)

ramblings of a lunatic (bears in trees)

its called: freefall (rainbow kitten surprise)

chin music for the unsuspecting hero (foster the people)

love, me normally (will wood)

dinner is not over (jack stauber's micropop)

also melanie! dont have that many but she deserves the mention (:

saturn suv (fredo disco)

brave as a noun (AJJ)

tongues & teeth (the crane wives)

wreaking ball (mother mother)

we fell in love in october (girl in red)

and just random songs with tma vibes (other characters, ships, dread powers, etc)

underground (cody fry)

hand me my shovel, i'm going in! (will wood)

terry's taxidermy (teddy hyde)

cotard's solution (will wood and the tapeworms)

amnesia was her name (lemon demon)

memento mori: the most important thing in life is death (will wood)

skeleton appreciation day in vestal, n.y. (will wood)

icicles (the scary jokes)

puppet boy (devo)

oh ana (mother mother)

i dont smoke (mitski)

choke (I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

thermodynamic lawyer esq, G.F.D (will wood and the tapeworms)

sorry haha i fell asleep (egg)

despair (leo)

stuff is way (they might be giants)

baby teeth (baby bugs)

king park (la dispute)

i/me/myself (will wood)

dr. sunshine is dead (will wood and the tapeworms)

amygdala's rag doll (ghost and pals)

little pistol (mother mother)

burning pile (mother mother)

this is home (cavetown)

body (mother mother)

turn the lights off (tally hall)

like real people do (hozier)

im going insane

[pepis-benis]

different wednesday, different-ish wip

will def be rated at least M

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Cake was had, and champagne turned into shots at Ruby’s behest as Henry begrudgingly went to bed and both Neal and Robin were tucked into the guest bedroom. Regina agreed to a shot, which, with Ruby, turned into three. Soon Regina was swaying with Emma in their dining room, the table magicked away for their makeshift dance floor. Emma sang completely wrong lyrics into her ear as they moved to a song Regina almost remembered but couldn’t recall the title. She had more to drink than she normally did, blissfully drifting along in Emma’s arms, safe and loved.

“I love you,” she said, not bothering to lift her head from where it had come to rest on Emma’s shoulder. Emma turned them slightly, swaying away from Snow and David as they spun dramatically across the room. Emma’s hands smoothed over her back, tracing up and down the knobs of her spine. She moaned quietly at the sensation, far too content to care if their house was still filled with people. Desire reared its head, unable to be coaxed away in her current state. “Shhh,” Emma chided with a smile, softly assuring her, even as she continued the motion. “I know, baby. I love you, too.”

Regina moaned a little louder, pressing her lips to Emma’s neck. “I know; I wish all these people would leave.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that, baby?” Emma asked teasingly.

“I really want to fuck you.”

Emma swore softly, kissing her temple as she spun them. The teasing tone dropped from her voice, replaced with one that matched the huskiness of Regina’s. “Gina, there’s like thirty people here.”

“They should leave,” Regina insisted, voice muffled as her lips grazed Emma’s throat, tongue darting out slightly to tease rapidly reddening skin. “So I can fuck you.” Emma’s hand immediately ceased its drifting and settled with the other at the small of Regina’s back.

“I can't exactly kick everyone out of my dad’s birthday party, which you agreed to host by the way, because you’re incapable of keeping in your pants.”

“Mmmmm… guess we’ll see,” Regina breathed, latching her mouth to Emma’s neck, teeth scraping against tender skin before retreating. Emma’s chest heaved, pulse racing under Regina’s lips. She grinned, pressing one last kiss to her girlfriend’s throat. Emma groaned. “You are evil, aren’t you?”

“The absolute worst, darling,” she purred in response. Emma chuckled, low and dry, before peeling herself off of Regina. Regina whined. Emma kissed her softly, just a peck really, taking her hand and pulling her from the dance floor. The world spun momentarily as it widened from being only Emma. Regina blanched as her drinks suddenly caught up to her, vision blurring slightly as she clung to Emma. Emma navigated them through the throngs of people settled in their house, making small talk with friends they passed as she led Regina to the kitchen.

Once they made it to the thankfully uninhabited kitchen, Emma pressed Regina against the sink, leaning down to kiss her. Regina immediately parted her lips, hands threading into golden hair as Emma acquiesced, tongue running hotly over Regina’s. She moaned; she wanted Emma there and then, no more waiting, regardless that the party didn’t seem to be ending anytime soon. She thought, for just a moment, that Emma was on the same page. Hands found her hips, and she was flush with Emma, her body enveloped by the blonde’s aura as the counter dug into her lower back. Pleasure rippled through her as Emma’s hands purposely wandered lower, lifting her to sit on the counter. Regina wished that she had worn a skirt as hands roamed her jean clad legs, inching closer and closer to where she needed Emma’s fingers. But just as suddenly as she found herself on the counter, Emma was gone.

“Hey!” Regina protested, head spinning as Emma darted away. Her skin was on fire, lips puffy, and achingly wet between her thighs. Emma shot her a grin as she opened a cabinet and produced two glasses. She returned to Regina, kissing her cheek before filling a glass at the sink. The glass was pressed into her hand, and she frowned. “I don’t want water.”

Emma smiled widely at her and filled the second glass before taking a sip. “Water’s good for you, baby, especially when you’re as drunk as you are.”

“I’m not drunk,” Regina scoffed. Sure, she had some champagne and a couple of shots, but Regina Mills did not get drunk. She would admit to being a little tipsy, at least to herself. Emma finished her glass in two gulps and placed it in the sink, looking at Regina expectantly. “Fine,” she seethed, exasperation bubbling up as Emma’s hands settled on her thighs. Regina attempted to hold on to the irritation, but Emma’s face did the thing, the one that melted like acid through every wall around her heart. Her head tilted slightly, a wave of blonde curls falling over her shoulder as she ran her hands encouragingly over Regina’s thighs. It cut her to the core; no one had looked at her with such softness in years. There had been moments with Daniel, a lifetime ago now, when she had been nothing more than a girl in love. Emma made her feel that way again. Regina would never confess to reveling in the stolen kisses and shameless flirting, but Emma always made her feel wanted; Regina believed her now, that she deserved to feel this way.

So she drank the stupid water. Emma rubbed her thighs encouragingly, taking the empty glass from her hand and placing it in the sink next to her own when she was done.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

Fic Advent Calendar - Day 6: Baking Cookies

Set before my story Ready for a New Adventure.

"Thanks for coming," Robin said, leaning against the frame of his front door. "You're a lifesaver."

She chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far."

He stepped aside so she could enter his house. "Oh no. I definitely would. I need to send my son to school with two dozen homemade cookies tomorrow."

"I'm surprised they asked that," she said. "I thought with all the liability, they preferred to bring in approved snacks."

"I guess that doesn't matter when it comes to Christmas," he said, taking her coat from her. "Though I guess Henry's class isn't doing the same?"

She shook her head. "I think they are having a pizza party instead."

He sighed. "I wish Roland's class was doing that instead."

"Maybe next year," she said, clapping her hands together. "Now, do you have any other instructions besides two dozen homemade cookies?"

"Yes," he replied, leading her into the kitchen. "There's a whole sheet."

He paused at the counter, picking up the sheet that had come home in Roland's folder. Robin handed it to Regina. "Here you go."

She looked over the paper, frowning at the different bullets. "No peanut butter, I get. But she wants them to be holiday-shaped but nothing religious, which by her definition takes out most shapes."

"Roland wanted snowmen anyway," Robin said. "That seems to be approved."

"It is," she replied, considering everything she knew Robin had in his kitchen. "And I know you have snowman cutters."

He chuckled. "Yes, I do. They are right where you left them last year."

She nodded, setting the paper down and pulling out her apron from her bag. "I think we should stick with good old-fashioned sugar cookies. I brought some ingredients and I'm sure you have the rest. So, get your apron on and let's get baking," she said.

"Alright," he replied, grabbing the apron she had given him as a Christmas gift one year. "I'll follow your lead."

"Good," she said. "Get down some bowls and I'll start gathering the ingredients."

They moved around the kitchen together, never colliding. It felt like a routine they had done many times before and she guessed it was. As neighbors and friends, she and Robin had spent a lot of time together and shared dinner with their sons many times. They always worked well together and she knew this time would be no different.

Robin was her best friend in the world, after all.

Maybe in another lifetime, they would've been more. But they were both already happily married when Robin and his wife had moved next to her and her husband. The two couples had become friends and even though both she and Robin were now widowed, she doubted they would on - and even if they did, it likely wouldn't be with each other. She knew there was too much history between them for that.

Still, she liked to dream.

Dreaming never hurt anyone.

Right?

************************************************************************"Alright, I think we should frost one batch and leave the other unfrosted," Regina said, studying the two large trays of cookies now cooling on Robin's counter. "Agree?"

Robin nodded. "I agree."

"Good," she said. "Then why don't you pack up the non-frosted cookies and I'll whip up some vanilla frosting."

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, moving toward his cabinet again. "Really, Regina, I owe you for this."

She waved him off as she started mixing the ingredients for her frosting. "I probably already owed you. So let's just consider us even."

He pressed his lips together before nodding, wishing she would just let him thank her but knowing she was almost as stubborn as him. This was not worth a fight, so he said: "Alright."

"Thank you," she said, carrying the frosting over to the table. "When you're done over there, you can come help me frost if you want."

"Oh, I want," he replied, feeling like a kid again. "Can I lick the bowl when we're done?"

She rolled her eyes as she sat down. "Sometimes you're worse than the boys, you know that?"

He chuckled, carefully laying each snowman in the carrier Regina had given Marian sometime after they had moved to Storybrooke. "I do."

"As long as you know it" she said. She then sighed. "And yes, you can lick the bowl."

"Sweet," he replied, excited. He winked at her. "Pun intended."

She rolled her eyes again but as she looked down, he noticed her lips curl into a soft smile.

Mission accomplished.

Robin loved to make her smile and had made it his goal to make her smile every day since they had lost Daniel. He knew her late husband would've wanted it as he had always talked about how beautiful he found Regina's smile. And Robin had to agree with him. So he made sure it appeared as often as possible.

He finished placing the unfrosted snowman cookies in the carrier and snapped the lid in place. Wiping some crumbs off his hands, he walked toward the table. "Alright, I'm ready to frost," he said.

"Good," she said, sliding some cookies toward him along with a knife. "You can work on these."

"Then I can lick the bowl?" he asked, deciding he wasn't done having fun with her yet.

She sighed. "Yes, then you can lick the bowl."

He grinned. "I can't wait."

"Well, I'm keeping my eye on you," she said, smirking. "So don't get any funny ideas."

"Fine," he said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

He picked up the knife and scooped up some frosting, spreading it over one of the cookies. Regina put down her knife and got out some black icing, carefully making faces and buttons on each snowman. She then added some candy scarves and noses, making them look perfect.

Robin should've expected nothing less from her.

It was one of the many reasons why he loved her.

Too bad he could never tell her that.

[sucuretcannelle]

*Mori runs up to Buns and goes to actually kick her but before she can make contact Mori is flung into the kitchen and pretty violently makes contact with some cabinets. Kioshi, in his full armor, was now standing next to Dean*

"..."

"...We found your bird...or she found us"

*Kio looks down at Buns and picks her up*

"Stuck again?"

*Buns nods and Kioshi sighs. He flips up the eye guard on his helmet to look at Dean and mutters something to him. Mori was actually embedded in some cabinets in the kitchen*

GOOD. LORD. Can't have a single conversation around here.

You need help there?

Can you just...get her back up or something?

[*Nash walked into the kitchen, laughing to himself. He held a hand out to Mori*]

Are you good?

Does she look fuckin good to you?

[*Jason and Regina just looked at him, not saying anything*]

Jace? Where'd that attitude go?!

SHUT UP.

[sweetmusingss]

I spent the rest of the day with you and Noah. The three of us watched a movie and when Noah took his nap, the two of us spent our own quality time together with you wearing one of my tiaras. We had a picnic in the park in the afternoon, enjoying our time together. When it came time for the evening, I was hard at work in the kitchen, not letting you come near the kitchen at all. I had just finished prepping everything when hearing the doorbell ring. I ran to the door, not letting you get up from the couch with Noah before smiling widely at Chris, Renee, and Alexandra after I opened the door. “Come on in!,” I say to them. “The birthday boy is right over there,” I say, smiling when Alex ran to Noah right away to show him her newest toy.

“Hey, pal. Happy birthday,” I say, handing you a wrapped gift, Renee and I having bought you a brand new blue iPad. We knew you hated technology too so I already set it up for you since you didn’t have the patience, the lock screen being a photo that I took of you, Katie, and Noah, knowing you would like that touch even though you might not admit it out loud. I took a seat across from you, pulling Renee into my lap as we watched you expectantly.

Seb was about to get up when he heard the doorbell ring, but you insisted that he stayed sitting as he and Noah watched Toy Story. Seb smiled wide when he heard the familiar voices and saw Alex all but run into the living room and throw herself at Noah, standing once Noah was off his lap and distracted with his friend. “Hey guys! Thanks!” He hugs Chris and Renee, smiling, his face falling a bit when Chris hands him a gift, shaking his head. “I don’t need any more gifts. I hate you all spoiling me.” Seb frowned but it was quickly replaced with a smile as he ripped the paper off, his eyes widening when he saw it was a new iPad. “Holy shit! Thank you guys! Mine was from like the 2000s, I swear. it barely worked.” Seb smiled at his friends, giving them both a hug again. “I’m sure Noah will get more use out of this than I will.”

Renee giggled as she watched Seb open his gift, perching herself on Chris’ lap, neither of them afraid of PDA. “Yeah, he probably will, to be honest. Chris just got me a new iPad for Christmas and Alex has lost it so many times... I’ve found it in the under the couch, in the couch, in the cabinet under the sink, in the washing machine... but Noah is a lot less chaotic than our little angel.” She smiles, looking over at you, giving you a wide smile as she sees you in your apron, knowing you were going above and beyond to make everything perfect. “Do you need help with anything? Chris is really the cook in our family, but I can at least pretend and attempt to help if you need me.”  

__

If this whole situation wasn’t so dire and you weren’t currently laying in a hospital bed, she would have been swooning over the fact that on your ‘dates’ with Regina, you were talking about her. She had thought about opening up to Regina about what was going on with the two of you but now was definitely not the time. And it felt like it didn’t matter anymore. The only way to wake you up likely had to be true love’s kiss and Emma knew without a doubt in her mind that she was not your one true love. She just did not see that being possible despite how she felt for you. “Well, everyone this happened to seemed to be one half of a couple and they woke up after being visited by their significant others. I think we know how to wake her up, it’s just a matter of who…,” she furrowed her brows, trying to hide how much it hurt to think of someone else kissing you. “She didn’t annoy me,” Emma blurted out without even thinking about it. She went through your phone, finding the name that she was looking for, the photo matching the girl you had previously talked about. “Yeah, I think she had something with this girl from back home. I guess we should reach out to her,” she spoke softly, clutching your phone tighter in her hand than necessary.

Regina just gave Emma a weird look as she somewhat snapped at her, Regina wanting to argue and say that Emma complained about me all the time, always seemingly annoyed by the doodles on her cups and how I was always so overly chatty with her but she refrained. Clearly her friend was bothered by something and the town was obviously not safe, so she had bigger fish to fry than arguing with Emma even though it was one of her favorite past times. “Lucky for us, Renee loved to talk so thankfully we know this information.” Regina sighed, assuming Emma knew that about me due to my tendency to overshare. “Well, let’s call her, tell her Renee’s been in an accident and then we’ll explain everything to her... hopefully she won’t think we’re some weird cult or something, she’ll kiss Renee awake and then we’ll wipe their memories and they’ll both be on their way out of Storybrooke. They are too much of a liability... this is why we sealed off the town in the first place. People like Renee don’t belong here. I don’t even know how she got here in the first place...” 

[mantlehold]

esoerotica​:

“… hey, i didn’t say that. don’t put words in my mouth.” ari might sound accusatory but … that was her most of the day. no ill intent behind it, just some oddly defensive whenever they were flustered. and they were flustered around regi a lot, even after the end of their little fake dating experiment.

“as long as they’re comfortable for you, who am i to say anything? it’s not like they affect me anyway.” oh, ari - always a bad liar, immediately flushed the moment she said that. hopping up onto her feet, turning away to head to the small kitchen, she started busying herself with opening up various cabinets and cupboards.

“… you want a protein shake or something? i need to do a grocery run, i don’t have much for breakfast …” already she was pulling out the tinned fish.

“hmm, but they do feel kinda tight. maybe I gotta go up a size.” their little fake dating experiment ended well and yet, regina experienced butterflies around ariana. they seemed to grow in intensity as of late but she does her best to suppress them to the best of her ability.

regina quietly prided herself in her looks and her body and her athleticism. sure, perhaps she liked to show off a little here and there. alright, maybe a lot.

she looks over to the kitchen area, her eyes scanning over ari’s frame before she rests her chin on the arm of the couch. “a protein shake would be amazing, please.”

[anmylica]

Like Slow Spinning Redemption

Chapter Two

@their-seafaring-ways Here is part 2 for your reading pleasure!

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Liam accompanied them to meet up at the loft with the others in Emma’s group.  He was quickly introduced to everyone, and he was a little taken aback at first that Emma’s parents were the same age as her (of course, they told him that that was only due to a Dark Curse, but still, it’s very strange).  He crowded around the kitchen counter with the others as David brought a wooden chest out and set it on the counter in front of his wife, Mary Margaret (or was it Snow White?  Liam was uncertain which moniker he needed to call her).  

Emma’s mother looked at Liam, noticing his confusion, and explained, “In the world above this is where I found the Storybook.  So…” she left off and lifted the lid, beginning her search by rifling through its contents, but coming up empty handed.  Crestfallen, she muttered a soft, “Sorry,” to the group.

Regina (or the Evil Queen?) frowned.  “Are we really surprised?” She asked the group rhetorically, continuing, “That book is the embodiment of hope, and there's not a lot of that here in the Underworld.”

“Let’s keep looking,” Emma’s father, David (was that his curse name or real name?), suggested, and they all began to go through everything in the apartment.  Emma wandered upstairs, and Liam, seeing an opportunity to address her privately, followed her.  Liam reached the top to see what looked to be a second bedroom, where Emma was opening drawers and storage cabinets, searching fruitlessly for the book.  When she had to pause her search because one was stuck, he decided that that was as good a time as any and popped around the corner.

“Emma, can we talk,” he asked.

Emma sighed and smirked.  “Is this like a protective big brother talk where you want to make sure I’m good enough for Killian?” She turned to him, seemingly both annoyed and pleased at the notion that he would want to feel her out as any other older brother would.  The notion just annoyed him.  How could she not see how negative an influence she was on his brother?  She was the one who had caused his death!

Liam’s reply was a little sharp due to his annoyance.  “Eh, no, because I already know you’re not good enough.”

Whatever it was that Emma had been expecting, it was clear to Liam that his response wasn’t it.  Her face looked shocked, as if the thought that he wouldn’t like or approve of her for his brother never crossed her mind.

“What?” She asked, taken aback by Liam’s outright refusal to give her the time of day.  Liam resolved that this was as much as she would get from him.

“Killian blames himself for ending up here, but he told me what happened.  Sounds to me like it’s not his fault.  It’s yours.”  Liam frowned at her, curious to see what explanation she could have that might possibly change his mind.  Perhaps if she acknowledged that her mistakes led to his brother’s death, she might move up in his esteem.

Due to his train of thought, her next statement shocked him.

“I think we both made mistakes,” Emma said slowly, as if seeming to hedge on whether she needed to outright state the horrible things Killian had done to her in retaliation for her turning him into the Dark One in an obviously misguided attempt at saving his life.  But Liam was no fool; he knew that Killian would not have made the mistakes he made if he hadn’t been put in the position of being the Dark One in the first place.  And her reply outraged him.  She was supposed to grovel for his forgiveness, not try to rationalize her actions as if it were some sort of lover’s spat that both were responsible for starting!

“You fed him to the wolves.  You led him down a dark path that he had no business going down!” Liam vehemently replied. 

“I’m trying to help him get back on the path of the light.  That’s the whole reason I’m down here!” Emma retorted.

“No, you don’t get it, Emma Swan.  My brother has struggled with the darkness his whole life.  He’s always been tempted by it; I watched him struggle constantly with it growing up.  He’s always wanted to be a hero, but he’s never been able to escape the darkness pulling him in.  It’s just how it is for him.  But for you to come into his life and pull him in like an addict picking up a fix after months of not touching the addiction… You pushed him off the bloody cliff!” 

Emma’s face took on an outraged expression.  “I was trying to save his life!”

Liam responded quickly in a sharp tone, “And it was a bloody selfish thing to do.  He had the chance to die a hero, to move on, and you took it from him!”

Emma took a deep breath to calm down before replying.  “That’s not fair.  I’m down here risking everything to save him.”

Liam shook his head, frustrated that she couldn’t see how right he was.  “And is that really what he needs… or what you need?  It’s just wrong, what you did, and I can’t forgive you for it.” He scowled at her.  “You shouldn’t have come down here.  You need to just let him find out what his unfinished business is and let him move on.  You’re no good for him.”

Emma tried not to let his words get to her, but she couldn’t help it.  Her temper flared as she responded, “I actually don’t think you get it at all.  I’m not down here on some selfish, I-can’t-let-go-of-him-because-all-that’s-matters-is-what-I-want mission!  I’m here because he sacrificed himself to rid the whole world of the Darkness, the very thing that you claim has always called to him, and it was all for nothing!  Rumplestiltskin is still the Dark One, the Darkness is still very much a part of my world, and Killian is down here in the Underworld for it!” Emma shouted.  “If he had no unfinished business, if his story was truly done, then he wouldn’t be here.  He would have already moved on, not be stuck here in limbo.  Whatever darkness you believe your brother is capable of isn’t true.  His story isn’t over.  His hero’s journey isn’t over!  In fact, from what I know of him it’s just getting started!”

“I think I know my brother better than you,” Liam replied tersely after a moment of tense silence.

“No, you don’t.  You died, Liam,” Emma stated baldly, moving a step closer to him to illustrate her point.  “You weren’t there to see him turn to piracy after your wrongful death.  You weren’t there when his first love’s heart was crushed in front of him and she died in his arms.  And you damn sure haven’t been there since I met him and he decided he wanted to work towards becoming the man he always wanted to be.  No, Liam Jones, you don’t know your brother half as well as you think.  If you did, you’d see that he is not the villain you’ve only heard about.”  

“I don’t think my brother is a villain,” Liam snarled out.

“Obviously you do if you think he has no capability of being a hero whatsoever, which it’s clear to me that you believe.  He is the most heroic, noble, and decent human being I know.  Whatever stories you’ve heard about Captain Hook are not indicative of who Killian Jones is at the core of him.  He’s been through so much loss and heartache, and in spite of all of that, he’s done more good and helped more people than you will ever know.”

“I know what I’ve experienced, and my brother’s darkness is just as much a part of him, and he should be allowed to move on into the afterlife as a hero,” Liam stubbornly reiterated.

Emma rolled her eyes.  “Were you this self-righteous when you were alive?”

“When it came to my brother, yes.  If he defeats Hades today, he’ll forgive himself and he’ll have another chance to move on as a hero.  When that happens, stop thinking about your own desires and let him go.”  Liam looked over the railing to the downstairs area to where Killian was rummaging through things trying to find the book.  Killian was all that mattered.  Emma Swan’s attempts at meddling in affairs she had no business in meddling with had no bearing on what was best for Killian.

“And if he forgives himself, he can come home, where he belongs,” Emma stubbornly shot back.  “He can continue living his hero’s journey and do even more good for the world.”

With that, Emma stalked off to continue searching through the rest of the loft for the copy of the Underworld version of the book of fairy tales.  She didn’t think she could stand a moment longer in Killian’s brother’s self-righteous presence.  

Liam, meanwhile, turned and stalked off in the opposite direction, fed up with Emma’s I-know-better-than-you attitude.  How his brother could stand to be in a relationship with her sanctimonious beliefs was beyond his level of comprehension.  He could see why Killian was attracted to her physically; with her blonde hair and bright green eyes, she was a beautiful woman, though Liam was a bit surprised that Killian had decided on her, as he had always known his brother to prefer brunettes. No, it wasn’t her beauty that was so off-putting; it was her personality that grated on his nerves.  He didn’t need some know-it-all woman coming between him and his brother.

But what was it that got under his skin so much? Was it the way she looked at Killian, as if he were the epitome of nobility, or was it the way she seemed to see right through Liam’s carefully constructed image of heroism? Nope, that was definitely not the reason why he disliked her so much. Her green eyes narrowing in offense and suspicion absolutely did not make him want to confront his actions all those centuries ago. He wasn’t going to lose his brother’s respect because of her. What did she know about what Killian needed anyway?  

He descended the stairs quickly, going to search another area while their altercation circled on repeat in his mind. Emma must have followed him down, because he heard Killian ask her, “You all right?” 

He watched Emma approach his brother out of the corner of his eye. 

“Yeah. Fine,” she responded, obviously lying. Liam was impressed for a moment by how she didn’t immediately run to Killian to tattle on him. He’d have figured she would have been quick to run to his brother and cry on his shoulder about Liam’s horrible treatment of her. “Let’s keep looking,” she said as she walked towards Killian, who watched her with concern in his eyes.

Before Killian could respond to Emma’s blatant denial of her emotions, the door swung open, revealing Emma’s son, Henry. “Hey,” he said as he entered, but stopped short as he looked at all of them ransacking the apartment. “What’s going on?”

Mary Margaret walked swiftly past Henry, replying gibly, “Oh, just looking for the Storybook. You know: Underworld edition.” She resumed her search in another area of the apartment.

“Really?” Henry’s eyes lit up. “Well, I think I might know where it is!”

David stopped his search and looked curiously at his grandson. “And how would you know that?”

Henry turned to David and said, “The Apprentice. I saw him at…” Henry broke off for a moment, clearly trying to think of an alibi for where he had been that he wasn’t supposed to be. “At Granny’s,” he continued. “He said the Sorcerer's mansion is down here and there’s a bunch of his stuff inside, like the Storybook.”

Regina sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “Finally, some good news.”

Henry winced. “Well, sort of? The house is locked with magic, and the sheriff has the key.”

Killian chuckled. “Your evil twin is the sheriff?” He asked David. “Oh, Hades has panache, I’ll give him that.”

David sighed and nodded. “Well, it’s time for my brother and me to have an overdue chat.”

Mary Margaret squared her shoulders and prepared her things to go with them. “Well, you won’t be alone. I still owe him a punch in his pretty mouth for kissing me.”

David scowled. “He kissed you?!” he exclaimed, turning to give Killian an outraged look, which Killian returned. It struck Liam as odd that David, who was Emma’s father and well within his rights to not approve of Killian dating his daughter, would turn to Killian for solidarity and support for his anger. It seemed like a gesture that brothers would share, and it rattled Liam to see that kind of interaction between his little brother and another man.

Mary Margaret cut a short, irritated replay. “Thought it was you.”  She headed briskly towards the door, David’s eyes one her the entire time. Once she exited the apartment, David looked back at Killian again before he grabbed his jacket and proceeded after his wife. “Let’s go.”

Liam turned to Killian and stopped him before he could head after David and Mary Margaret.  “In the meanwhile, we should all go about our usual business. Hades has eyes everywhere. We can’t have him learning what we’re up to.”  

Killian nodded his head once. “Fine plan. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he learns a valuable lesson… one should never mess with the brothers Jones.” Killian clapped Liam and on his shoulders and smiled at him encouragingly before moving to open the door for Emma, who had grabbed her coat and hat in the moment it took them to decide on the plan.  She left through the door, closely followed by Henry and Regina. 

Liam smiled briefly at his little brother before following them down out of the apartment. He really hoped that Killian could do what he planned because he really wanted him to be able to move on.  His brother deserved to have his hero moment and proceed to the rest of his afterlife without any emotional baggage weighing him down.  Liam couldn’t help but glance at the blonde hovering just behind Killian as he pondered over the situation.

He hadn’t realized how much he had missed his brother being around until Killian was suddenly there.  There had been a hole in Liam’s life, and it’s only now that he was realizing just how large that hole had been.  He had hoped that Killian would have had a long life before his death, perhaps have a family of his own, but now that Killian was there Liam didn’t want to lose him.  He didn’t want Emma Swan to be able to change his brother’s mind about trying to return back to life.  It didn’t just have to do with wanting his brother to try and be a hero (though it hadn’t always looked as if Killian had the ability to be one); he didn’t want him to find a way back to life because he was tired of being without his family.

He didn’t think it was selfish to want his brother to remain here with him.  It wasn’t like his brother could go anywhere; Killian was dead.  Though Liam wouldn’t have wanted Killian to die to be able to join him, now that he was here, Liam didn’t think it was too much to ask to have his family stick with him.  Killian’s confidence in their ability to wreak havoc on Hades had struck a chord in Liam that was reminiscent of their days in the navy, but so much had changed since then.

Liam shook his head and tried to stop thoughts of wanting to keep Killian with him from taking over.  He hurried back to the bar, desperate for the semblance of normality before they opened.  He wasn’t working the evening shift tonight, but he had a lot of preparation to do to get the tavern ready for the evening.

Once he got back to The Rabbit Hole, he worked as quickly as he could to restock bottles of beer and sodas, fill the ice machines, and wipe the surfaces down.  He was working on washing and drying various glassware when Hades strolled in as if he owned the place.

“Wow.  Even for the Underworld, it is dead in here.”  Hades casually looked over the place, for what Liam didn’t know.

Liam placed the wine glass that he had been drying down on the counter.  “Can I help you?,” he asked.  “I can make you anything.”

Hades sat at a bar stool just in front of Liam but to his right slightly.  “That’s okay.  I can help myself.”  He waved his hand in a circular motion and produced two glasses of Scotch.  “This Scotch is a few centuries old.  I think it’s aged quite well.  The key is to store it underground.”  He waved his hand at the glass nearest Liam, and the glass slid down the bar close enough for Liam to grab.  “Here. Try some.”

Liam took the glass and raised it to his lips, sipping minutely at the beverage.  Liam, as a general rule, didn’t imbibe much alcohol.  It went against his code of good form.  He had seen too many sailors (including his brother) succumb to its ills to want to imbue much, but one didn’t refuse Hades in his own realm.  Liam made a hum of appreciation; though he didn’t drink much alcohol, it was pretty good Scotch.

“It’s good, right?” Hades smiled after taking his own sip.  “See, I’m… I’m not such a bad guy.”

Liam’s heart dropped, but he carefully schooled his facial expression so as to not give anything away.  Hades knows, he thought bleakly.

“But here you are,” Hades continued, “trying to stage some kind of a…. What’s that quaint nautical term you keep using?  A…” Hades snapped his fingers.  “That’s right… mutiny.”

Liam blinked.  “So, you found us out.”  

“Well, like you said, I have eyes everywhere.  What I don’t have is that Storybook.”

Liam frowned.  “And what do you want from me?”

Hades shrugged and took another sip.  “Not much.  I don’t even really care about that book, except for a few select pages… the ones about me.  So, find the book and destroy them.”

Liam crossed his arms.  “Do it yourself.”

Hades huffed a soft, dangerous laugh.  “Well I would, but it’s the Sorcerer’s house.  Light magic doesn’t agree with me, so I kind of need you to do it.”  

“Why me?” Liam asked.

“Because you owe me,” Hades replied.  “I’m the one that guaranteed your and your brother’s lives in that storm, after all.”

Liam thought for a moment.  “And if I refuse?”

“I’ll tell your brother the thing you never could, the reason you’re really down here.”

Liam stared at Hades.

“Yes, I’ll tell him that you traded the lives of the crew of the Hispaniola for your and your brother’s life and the Eye of the Storm.  I’ll tell him that the lives lost were worth nothing more to you than a magical rock.”

Liam looked down at the counter.  “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?  Tell me, why do you think you’re down here?  You’re stuck here because you can’t admit what you did.  You can’t acknowledge the role you played in those men’s deaths.  And you certainly can’t admit it to your brother.  How likely do you think it would be that he would choose to stay here with you when he finds out what you’ve done?  When he hears that his hero wasn’t as heroic as he once thought?  You’d surely lose him to Emma Swan and her fruitless attempts at resurrecting him.  Do you really want to test me on this?”

Liam took a deep breath.  He knew Hades was right, as much as he hated to admit it.  He certainly didn’t want to lose his brother after everything they had gone through to reunite.  He couldn’t have cared less about Emma Swan’s so-called mission; he resented the woman for her role in Killian’s death and her insipid insistence that Killian forgive himself and go home when there was no way to return to the living.  He made up his mind.

“How do I do it?” Liam asked, and Hades gave a smirk.

“Just take the pages and destroy them.  Find a body of water and throw them in it; they’ll make their way to me.”

Liam furrowed his brow in confusion.  

Hades got up and leaned in close to Liam and whispered, “All bodies of water flow through my throne room.”  He drew back and turned to leave.  “I’ll expect them later this evening,” Hades announced before disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving Liam to contemplate his mission.

[walviemort]

Sweet Blessings

Happy Thanksgiving, friends! Even if you don’t celebrate, I’m thankful for all of you who’ve read and commented on my stories! This is just a little cute scene I wanted to write today; hope you like it and hope you’ve had a wonderful day!

Thanksgiving in Storybrooke was every inch the picture-perfect event Emma had always imagined as a child. The gathering, the food—the whole nine yards.

Of course, it was slightly more stressful than she anticipated; her childhood fantasies didn’t factor in the fairy tale reality her life would become, or that Snow White was a micromanager. But she happily went with the flow, knowing just how much she had to be thankful for—her family, friends, and her True Love.

(And she and Killian were extra thankful this year for some impending blessings.)

The week before the gathering, Snow was going over the menu with Emma. It all sounded wonderful, but Emma had one comment: “There needs to be a lot of cranberry sauce.”

“Oh yeah, I have it covered,” Snow assured her, then tried to continue on but Emma had to stop her.

“No—we need a lot of it.”

Snow tilted her head, confused. “Why?”

Emma gave a sheepish smile. “Cravings.”

(It had been happening since the start of the third trimester, about a month ago—right when stores started carrying Thanksgiving supplies. She’d had to go out of town to stock up on cans of whole-berry cranberry sauce just to make sure Storybrooke didn’t run out; almost an entire kitchen cabinet was full.)

Snow returned her grin. “Ah. I think we can have it covered, then.”

Emma hoped that just meant a double serving of it. But she forgot who she was dealing with.

When they arrived at her parents’s house, the full spread was ready: Granny made the turkey and stuffing; Regina had brought green beans and apple pies; Snow prepped potatoes right from her garden and had fresh bread baking; and Emma and Killian were bringing salad and wine (even if not everyone could drink it).

However, after they’d added their contribution to the general splendor, that was when they both noticed the dishes covering the sideboard in the dining room: cranberry sauce, brought by everyone, it looked like. They were all a little different—some had fresh berries, some had whipped topping—but all looked amazing.

Although even that paled in comparison to the look of awe on Killian’s face. His eyes were wide and a bit glassy, though she couldn’t tell if it was in hunger or from his emotions. With the way his hand was resting on his so-round belly under his stretched-out tshirt, she was inclined to think it was the latter.

“Well? Is there enough?” Snow asked, coming up alongside Killian. “I heard my granddaughter was a fan, so I wanted to make sure we had plenty.”

Killian sniffed and wiped away a tear. “It’s perfect,” he said, his voice shaky. “Thank you so much, darling.” And he turned and gave her a massive hug.

It seemed to take Snow by surprise, but she quickly reciprocated—until their daughter no doubt started kicking up a storm; with only a month to go, she was starting to run out of room even in Killian’s not-small belly. “Seems like she’s excited, too,” Snow commented, stepping back and resting her hand on the side of Killian’s belly.

“Aye,” he chuckled, glancing down and tracing the curve of his stomach. “But I have to imagine this is only the start of her gymnastics for tonight.”

The meal was incredible; the company was perfect; but what Emma recalled most from that Thanksgiving was the pure bliss radiating off Killian with each bite of his favored treat—and the fact that they had a family so willing to indulge it. (She said nothing when he grabbed a plate of seconds—and thirds—entirely of cranberry sauce.)

And at the end of the evening, when they were seated on the sofa with Emma curled into his side, feeling the frenzied wriggling of their daughter within her incredible husband’s belly, she hummed in happiness. “What is it, love?” Killian asked, sounding a bit sleepy as the day and the food caught up with him.

“Just thankful,” she said.

“Aye; me too.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth—which had the sweet, tangy taste of cranberry all over it. “I can tell,” she teased.

He snorted, but pulled her in closer, and they both continued to be grateful for their upcoming blessing.

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[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: “Sweet Tooth”

I’ve been posting some angsty stories the past couple of weeks, so I thought for this Easter morning a bit of sweetness and fluff was in order.  I hope everyone has a happy and blessed holiday with family, friends, and loved ones if they celebrate, and that they will enjoy this little glimpse of future CS family goodness!

"Oh husband of mine…" Emma Swan's voice drifted into the living room from the hall with a playful lilt she'd never had much occasion to use before meeting and falling for Killian Jones. Well, she amended to herself wryly as she came up behind where he sat on their couch, hunched over furtively and clearly hiding something, at least not beyond skips she had intended to seduce before taking them down. Still, using it to toy with her pirate a bit before catching him in some form of mischief was a much more entertaining scenario.

She peered over his shoulder, eyes sparkling and a smug smile on her face, almost certain she knew what she was going to find, even as her fingers ran up his neck and scruffed through his coarse, dark hair before gipping it and pulling his head back a bit to meet her eyes where she hovered over him.

Satisfied merriment flickered across his devilishly handsome face and in Killian's brilliant blue gaze as she stared him down – almost as if he had wanted her to catch him all the time. It was in rare moments like this, precious bits of down time for the two of them together, in their home, safe and comfortable and able to simply be themselves, that Emma saw the playful, boyish side of Killian Jones emerge gleefully. He'd had to grow up so fast, just as she had, that when the little boy he had been before betrayal, slavery, pain, and deprivation, felt assured enough to peek through just a bit in play with her, with Henry, or with their daughter, it was beautiful to see. As a ship's captain in a dangerous realm, fighting beings like Rumplestiltskin or in tenuous cahoots with such devious compatriots as Cora or Pan, his buoyant, youthful nature had found little outlet for hundreds of lonely years. Now, however, it was sweeter, gentler than that, and it warmed Emma's heart.

As her eyes trailed from his, she easily spotted the bag of individually wrapped miniature candy bars which she had been hiding in the kitchen cabinet behind her cocoa mix. There were also three or four crumpled metallic gold Twix wrappers on the coffee table in front of him which Killian had not had time to hide. Not to mention the small trace of chocolate in the corner of his smile that she was already hankering to lick away in a slow, sultry kiss.

"You do know those were meant to be for the kids' Easter baskets, right?" she chided, pulling just the tiniest bit harder with the hand she had carded into his hair – all part of the teasing more than genuine irritation. Though, if he had demolished enough of her stash that she had to go back to Clark's mini-mart for more treats to take to Regina and her mother's ridiculous dressy dinner and egg hunt, then Killian was being dragged there with her to hear whatever town complaint Leroy would be standing at the counter yammering on about, to get an earful of Frederick and Kathryn debating which dog food was best for Ajax's coat and joints while they blocked the way down the aisle, to listen to Marco discussing the merits of hand tools versus power, Archie and Belle comparing notes on which herbal teas were best for calm and relaxation, to be sidetracked by Ashley wanting to get them on the PTA phone tree, or whomever else most felt the need to bend an objective listener's ear and so always managed to get her wrapped up in their conversations. It was why she could never return from what should be fifteen minute errands in much under an hour, and why she tried to stock up on all she could think of when she went. Yep, if her pirate had pilfered all the chocolate she bought ahead to avoid the holiday crowd, then he was getting a taste of the chore that shopping was for her.

Raising an eyebrow at her insouciantly, as if he had read her thoughts and had very much raided her collection merely to get a rise out of her, Killian hissed through his teeth just slightly at the increased pressure on his scalp and shifted restlessly on the couch, clearly feeling the tension and heat in the room creep upward just as inexorably as she did. Running his wicked tongue across his lower lip in an obscene gesture that both infuriated her and made her want to suck it into her own mouth, he brought his hand up to uncurl her fingers from his dark hair and pulled it down toward himself, making her lean further over the couch as he murmured, "Oh yes? Well, if that's the case, come and take them back from me."

Emma's breath stalled in her throat at his words; the look in his eyes as he gazed back at her upside down and waggling his eyebrows ridiculously should not be as devastating as he made it, but he unfairly turned the teasing around on her all too smoothly. By the time he had brought the hand he'd captured to his lips, tracing his warm, wet tongue across her palm and up her wrist to nip lightly at her suddenly racing pulse, she was on fire beneath her skin and ready to crawl over the back of the couch to get to him.

Humming lowly to himself, Killian continued his slow, deliberate path with lips, teeth and tongue up to her elbow, and Emma could only watched, entranced, panting and flushed. How had she lost control of this whole situation so quickly? She only wondered briefly to herself before silently admitting that she didn't really care if she had – only with Killian could she truly relish the relief of not having to take the lead and handle everything all the time. She was just moving around the end of the couch to take back the upper hand, and perhaps give Killian a taste of something well beyond pilfered chocolate, when Henry came thundering down the stairs into the room.

"Guys, come on!" he groaned, immediately flushing as red as Emma was and turning away slightly. "You're in the middle of our living room!" He hadn't really seen anything scarring – yet – but the way both of them had sprung backwards and given him matching deer-in-the-headlight looks made where things had been headed crystal clear. It wasn't the first – nor would it be the last – time he'd walked into a heated moment about to turn into a raging inferno.

Shaking his head at them in good natured exasperation while Killian chuckled lowly with a shrug and his mom offered a sheepish "Sorry, Kid", Henry plowed on, holding up a somewhat crushed-looking, pink beribboned Easter basket. "I found Morgan's basket grandma made her last year," he announced wryly. "Don't ask why it's buried in the bottom of my closet, but here it is. I knew you were looking for it. She might actually be old enough to put something in it this year."

Both his mom and stepdad smirked with him then, remembering the vision of his year old sister contentedly trying to stuff a handful of grass into her mouth the year before.

With an added explanation that he was off to pick up Violet, and twirling his own newly acquired set of keys to David's old pickup – now his – in his hand, Henry was off with a teenaged warning to keep it PG, he thought he'd heard his little sister stirring from her nap on his way downstairs. "See you at 5!" he called at last, and then was out the door.

Emma sent Killian a devious little smile full of promise as they did indeed begin to hear the sounds of their young princess waking up and moving around in her room overhead. Morgan Ruth Jones was not afraid to make her presence and wakefulness known, and as if on cue, she began to call out for "Mama!" and "Papa!"

Still grinning as she jogged up the stairs to fetch their little girl and get her ready for the party, warning Killian that the rest of the chocolate needed to go in the plastic eggs not his mouth, and quickly, Emma contented herself with the anxiously happy thought that she still had a treat awaiting her when they got back home.

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[fragmentedstarlight]

A Mother’s Intuition

Cross-posted on AO3: link

Summary: Robin’s lazy afternoon daydream is disrupted when her son comes out of his room during his “designated work hours” and tells her not to freak out. She’s not sure what she’s expecting but she’s more than a little surprised by his response. A Stardew Valley Oneshot. 

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Carpenter’s Shop

Summer 16, Year 2

“Mom, don’t freak out, okay?”

Robin snapped awake from her daydream of crafting a rich redwood bed and put down the pencil she had been twiddling. She lifted her head to see her son out of his room and  standing in front of her counter. Robin blinked. She knew her son well enough to know he wasn’t one to deviate from his self-imposed schedule, especially after making a fuss a few times when she went to talk to him during his “designated work hours.” With concern in her voice, she asked, “Sebby, is everything alright?”

Sebastian fidgeted with the drawstrings of his violet hoodie and gazed at his sneakers. “The farmer girl… Regina. She’s asleep on my couch.”

Robin’s eyes widened. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting, but color her surprised. That certainly wasn’t it. 

“N-nothing weird happened or anything,” Sebastian hastily explained. “She just asked to sit down and rest for a bit and… I don’t know. I noticed she had fallen asleep while I was working when I took off my earbuds.”

“Earbuds..?”

Sebastian rubbed the nape of his neck. A light blush tinged his face. “She’s snoring quite a bit...”

“Oh.” The carpenter blinked and then nodded her head, grasping the situation. “Do you think we should wake her up or..?”

Sebastian shook his head. “We should just let her rest. She looked tired and it doesn’t really bother me.”

Robin got up from her seat behind the counter and walked to a cabinet to get a spare blanket for their guest. She handed it to Sebastian and followed him up to the doorway of his room in the basement. From her vantage point, she could see her son drape the fuzzy blanket over the lightly snoring farmer with a soft look in his face.

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Around twenty or so minutes, the farmer woke up.

The young woman looked extremely embarrassed. A stark difference from her usually composed and smiling face, Robin noted.

“I uh…” Regina let out a little cough. “I really do apologize for this. I didn’t mean to impose… I was pretty tired from farming all day. The couch was really comfortable and Sebastian’s room is a lot cooler than my cottage during the summer. Plus,” she cast a quick, shy glance in Sebastian’s direction, “the sound of typing was just really relaxing. I guess I just drifted off to sleep without intending to..?”

Robin laughed. “No harm done! Right, Sebby?”

Sebastian averted his eyes and mumbled a soft yeah. 

Robin smiled and asked, “Why don’t you stay for dinner? We’re having spaghetti tonight and we definitely have enough for one more.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to cause any mo-”

“Nonsense!” Robin cut the young woman off before she could finish her sentence. “I insist; we’d love to have you for dinner!”

“My mom’s spaghetti is pretty good. You should stay for dinner,” said Sebastian matter-of-factly.

Robin beamed at the unexpected compliment from her son.

“Ah well… Alright then.” The farmer found herself reluctantly agreeing. She then smiled brightly at the mother and son. “Thank you for having me for dinner!”

 “Why don’t you two start setting up the dining table? Sebastian knows where the utensils are. I’ll just grab an extra chair for Regina to sit on.” 

Robin watched her son and the farmer walk towards the kitchen. She could see what looked like her son gently teasing the young woman and the two laughing at something from their conversation in their own little world. This made her smile.

As his mother, Robin worried about her son a lot. She knew he was shy and didn’t have many friends. Sebastian kept to himself a lot and she wished he would be more open with her about his thoughts and plans. Seeing him be more open and friendly with the new farmer was a welcome change.  

Watching her son and the farmer, something clicked in Robin’s head. A mother’s intuition, perhaps? I wonder if Sebby and Regina are… Robin shook her head. No, it was much too early to say. 

And yet... The inkling remained. Robin had welcomed the new farmer as a wonderful addition to the community in Pelican Town. She was a hardworking and thoughtful young woman, always willing to lend a hand to whoever needed it. In the future, if she and Sebby ever got together... Robin mused that she wouldn’t mind welcoming the farmer as part of the family as well.

[ocenitram]

Lily searched all over for her friend. When she heard Emma’s giggles, she ran to her. “ Found you, Emma” the baby dragon said. “ Now you count.” Lily tried to find a good hiding place, before settling on the potty, thinking Emma wouldn’t find her.

Regina nodded. “ Okay, and I think there’s some for Emma in the cabinet. As for us, there’s always lasagna. “ She said, then called to Snow. “ Where’s the high chair?”

Emma giggled when her friend found her. "Okay how you found me? I had the bestest place," Emma asked but then she closed her eyes and began to count 1,5,9,3,11,6,13,9,12,10. Ready or not heres I come," Emma said as she began to search for her friend. "Nana uncky Henry have you seen Lily I looking for her?" the blonde baby asked she searched everywhere she could think of. "Cool so we have everything settled then the babies have food, and we have food," Henry smiled so uhm just going to go and do some homework and definitely not play videogames." the boy said. "It should be in the kitchen mom and Mal teleported another one," Snow answered her stepmother.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

Beyond the Call of Duty

Summary:  Season 1 AU. The night of the fire at Town Hall, Regina is treated by a dashing EMT named Robin Locksley. They have an immediate connection and Regina pursues it, going against everything she has been taught by her mother and Rumpelstiltskin. With Emma Swan threatening to end her curse, will Robin help Regina learn what a happy ending truly is?

Chapter 1:  FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 5: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

"Wow, Regina, you have a really big house!" Roland stood in her foyer, his brown eyes wide as he looked around him. He craned his neck as he tried to look up the main staircase, but since it curled upwards, he was unable to do so and nearly fell backwards. Roland caught himself but still looked awestruck.

Regina chuckled as she hung up his coat as well as his father's. "Yes, I do. Do you like it?"

He nodded, now looking into her dining room with his mouth slightly open. Robin grinned at his son's expression as he handed a giftbag to Regina. "I was taught to never show up without bringing something."

"That's sweet but you didn't have to," she said, opening the bag to find cupcakes inside. "But I'm glad you brought dessert. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, giving her a quick kiss. He then pulled away, looking upstairs. "Is Henry here?"

She nodded, holding the bag out to him again. "You can put this in the kitchen while I go get him. It's just through the dining room. You can't miss it."

"Sure," Robin said, reaching out for his son's hand. "Come on, Roland."

Roland, though, shook his head. "Can I go with Regina to get Henry? Please?"

"I think that would be a great idea," Regina said, hoping Henry would be more willing to come down if he knew Robin and Roland were there.

"Alright," Robin replied as his son cheered. Roland took Regina's hand and they headed upstairs to Henry's room. He looked around as they made their way to the second floor and seemed to admire some of the stain glass windows in the stairwell.

She hung back as they approached Henry's bedroom and motioned to the door. "Go ahead, Roland. Why don't you knock?"

"Okay," he said, bouncing as he knocked on the door. "Hi, Henry! It's me, Roland!"

Regina held her breath until her son's door opened a few seconds later. Henry peeked out and Roland's smile widened. "Papa and I are having dinner with you and your mama! Come join us!"

Henry stepped out of the room and took Roland's hand before looking at his mother. "What are we having?" he asked.

"Chicken cutlets, rice and mixed vegetables," she said, relieved to see him in a relatively good mood. "And Robin brought cupcakes for dessert."

"Sounds good," Henry said, letting Roland pull him toward the stairs. Regina followed, hoping this meant they were in for a good night.

She could use one of those right now.

They made it back to the first floor and Regina motioned to the living room. "Why don't you go play with Roland in there while Robin and I make dinner?" she suggested.

"Okay, Mom," Henry said, now tugging on Roland's hand. "Come on. Let's go find a game to play."

As they entered the living room, she walked into the kitchen. Robin looked up from the counter with an anxious look in his eyes. "Well?"

"So far so good," she said. "He's in the living room entertaining Roland and seems to be in a good mood."

Relief filled Robin's eyes. "Good. So, where do you want to begin?"

"You don't have to help me make dinner," she told him, pulling out a few ingredients from the cabinets.

He moved behind her, gently gripping her hips as she felt his lips near her ear. "I know. I want to help you, Regina."

The feel of his lips and his hot breath hitting the back of her neck made her shiver. She leaned against him, smiling. "Alright. Why don't you start the rice for me, please?"

"Will do," he told her, kissing the side of her head before moving away again. He then glanced at her. "You look beautiful but if you want to change into something more comfortable, I'm fine here."

She looked down at her dress and considered his offer. Part of her wanted to keep the dress on to impress him but the other half was dying to get out of her stockings. Her mother's warnings about always looking her best – especially for men – flashed in her mind, conflicting her even more.

Robin frowned, looking at her. "Is something wrong? You don't have to change if you don't want to. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable on my account."

"I…I…" She found herself unable to finish her thought, her mind going in too many directions at once. Regina looked him over – he wore a simple blue Henley paired with dark blue jeans. It was casual and felt perfect for that moment.

And she knew that Robin would think she was perfect dressed just as casually as he was. He wasn't with her because of her fancy clothes, jewelry and makeup. Robin wanted her for just herself.

It was refreshing and freeing.

"I think I will," she said, kissing his cheek. "Can you also start cutting up the vegetables for me please?"

"Of course," he told her. "I've got everything under control. Go."

She left the kitchen and peeked into the living room. Roland and Henry sat on the floor, playing a card game together. It made her smile and she headed upstairs, feeling happier than she had felt in a long time.

Maybe the curse made her happy ending ongoing and there was even more coming for her – including a reconciliation with Henry. She just needed to be patient and protect the curse from being broken by Emma Swan.