Happy December, y’all! I actually started writing this fic last year, but never got it finished. So I decided to knock it out this year as a first of December gift. It’s set sometime in Season 1 before the curse broke. Hope you all enjoy!
Title is taken from the song of the same name, performed by the cast of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels on the BC/EFA Carols For A Cure Volume 8 CD. It also served as a bit of an inspiration for this fic.
"Are you sure about this?" Emma frowns as she takes the paper bag from Ruby’s outstretched hands and sneaks a peek at its contents.
"Positive." Ruby grins at her.
"I don’t know, Rubes."
"Emma, trust me. You wanna get the mayor? This is the way to do it. It’s fool proof."
Emma chews her lip as she once again looks inside the bag. “Really?”
"Fool. Proof." Ruby winks.
Emma should know better.
say something | regina & emma
I AM NOT OKAY. That is fucking beautiful and what kind of sorcery went into making it so quickly? And what even are my feels rn I can’t even begin to process this.
This kind of sorcery is called obsession. I wouldn’t recommend it. Only those who function with high levels of emotions 24/7 can handle.
look. at. the. way. they. look. at. each. uh. ther. gET. OUT. OF. HERE.
WHY.I. just noooooooo too much perfection and sadness!!!
my gift to you; [ emma/regina ]
Title taken from a joke Cecily Strong made on Weekend Update on Saturday Night Live.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
He’s sitting on Emma’s desk when she comes into the station that morning, bleary eyed and cursing the fact that she needs to work on a Sunday morning. Weekends are supposed to be time off, but with everything that’s happened since getting back from Neverland, she’s got plenty of paperwork to catch up on. She doesn’t notice him at first, too busy juggling her hot chocolate and bear claw while trying to get her coat off, but he catches her eye as she moves to sit down.
“Well hello there.” She says, a smile slowly stretching across her face as she takes in the sight of him, all dressed up in a red coat and Santa hat. “Where did you come from?”
1. Christmas 2013
“Regina!” Emma calls across the square as she jogs over, hands shoved in the pockets of her red leather jacket, and blonde hair streaming out behind her as she moves. Regina pulls her own black wool coat a little tighter, thankful for the warmth of it and the lined dress she wears beneath; sometimes just catching sight of Emma and her clothes that are never quite weather appropriate are enough to make Regina shiver.
The first time Emma Swan cooked for Regina Mills was as an apology. Sure, getting her fancypants Merc towed had seemed funny at the time but Emma wasn’t laughing after an irate mayor stormed into the sheriff’s office, hair looking like small rampaging birds had attacked it, her stylish, long black jacket soaked through and her stockinged legs mud-spattered.
Pinned with a glare that promised a decades-long, torturous vengeance, Emma finally understood why people once called Regina the Evil Queen. Because seeing was believing.
"I know what you did,"
there's something i haven't told you.
"Our best chance is together."
Hope that makes you feel better.