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OUAT Fic Draft part 1 - Explicit, White Swan

Emma Swan/Snow White/Mary Margaret

Bittersweet, smut, angst, a good kick in the feels (hopefully).

Context: Before the first curse broke, Emma slept with her then-roommate Mary Margaret. After the curse broke, she fought a dragon and realized her roommate had known her in an entirely different context. Emma takes this news as well as you might imagine.

Content warnings: accidental consanguineous sex; purposeful later on. Mentions of system-typical child abuse and neglect.

Comments or whatever you please is greatly appreciated from the bottom of my heart - and you don't even need to pull it out of my chest!

Emma fought a dragon. She drove her own father’s sword into an honest-to-forsaken-God, this-is-not-Jurassic-Park Dragon. She woke an entire town from a nigh-30 year curse, restored fairytale identities to each of its residents, and saved her son with a True Love’s Kiss. And most importantly, Emma fucked her mom.

The revelation came some time after the fanfare of the broken curse. It took a few moments to let the reality of her parentage sink in, and then the horrible realization of what she had done with one half of that parentage.

Emma promptly ran to her apartment (her mom’s apartment, fucking hell), locked the front door behind her and barely had time to slip and toss off her leather jacket before she locked the bathroom door for good measure and sank helplessly onto the mat by the sink, her head in her hands.

Goosebumps spread on her now-bare shoulders. A tank top wasn’t exactly fit for this weather but if Emma couldn’t shed her own skin, the jacket would have to do. She heard the crumpled noise of it sliding to the floor from wherever she’d tossed the thing in haste, but otherwise the whole apartment was silent. At least for now.

Emma had hid herself for most of her twenty-eight years, and this hadn’t been one of her better ideas. Someone would come for her.

Emma heard the sound of keys rattling desperately against the front door. As if her stomach hadn’t already fallen to the floor, it did again.

“Emma?” asked Mary Margaret. Snow White.

Her mother.

Emma listened for the noises outside the door. Footsteps drawing away from the bathroom, and the slip of Mary Margaret picking up the leather jacket to hang it back up–not on the chair, but with a more faraway sound like on the coathanger. Only a moment of thoughtful silence followed before the footsteps beelined to the bathroom door.

A firm set of knocks. “Emma?”

Snow rattled the locked doorknob, pushing only slightly, but it met enough resistance to give away Emma’s position. Even if Emma only uttered a tiny gasp, the still-locked but threatening door stilled. There was no more searching necessary.

“Emma, are you all right?” Pleaded the voice behind the door. “No one knows. Only–”

A pause. Your father was probably Mary Margaret’s thought, as Emma listened to her mother carefully consider her words.

“--only David. And he understands. His phone is on for whatever you need.”

Emma had no words to fill space in the apartment. She heard the clicking of the ancient (or cursed) radiator, but that was the only thing. She wondered if Mary Margaret could hear her breathing behind the bathroom door. Probably. Mayor Mills wouldn’t have passed up an opportunity to curse her with thin walls.

Snow’s voice behind the door carried conviction even beyond the slight waver. “Listen. If you want me to go, I’ll go. I love you with everything I have left. If that means letting you go again, Emma, I will.”

Still, Emma had nothing to say.

Snow’s tone softened.

“I can move away from the door. Otherwise it’s the other door…or the window. I can’t stop you, but you should know that’s a tough drop. If you’re gonna do that, please reach for that ash tree–”

“--and roll it out. Yeah, bail bondswoman, remember?”

Emma could hear the smile in Snow’s voice. “Bandit. Formerly. But really, Emma, I’ll move. You don’t need to end your day with two broken ankles on my account.”

“I don’t know, Mary Margaret.”

Emma looked at the bathroom window and its tacky bird-themed curtains hiding the worn, chipped paint on the pane. She could slip right out and walk out of her mother’s life forever. She could take Henry, or better yet (given what she’d done) talk with Regina about how Mayor Evil Queen was the only acceptable mother figure for him.

Snow interrupted her consideration. “Did you lock both doors, Emma?”

“No.”

“Did you want to?”

Emma’s admission came out so quietly that she wondered if Mary Margaret had heard it from the other side of the door.

“No.”

Evidently she did, because Emma heard some shuffling noises she couldn’t quite place until Mary Margaret opened the second bathroom door. She held a mug in her hand hastily piled over with ice cubes.

Mary Margaret locked the other door behind her. Now it was only them, taking up space in a tiny apartment as they had been before they knew who they really were.

“A glass of water. If you want it.” Mary Margaret put the glass down beside Emma, but didn’t reach for her beyond that. She sat on the mat against the tub.

Emma’s mouth was dry, so she took it and sipped. It gave her something to do other than looking at her mother.

Still, Mary Margaret broke the silence. “I asked David to text if he’s on his way back. He’s watching Henry.”

“Door’s locked?” Emma heard Snow lock the other bathroom door, but she meant the front door. No stranger could come in and no David or Henry could either. Emma didn’t need to specify, though; Snow understood.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done this. Shouldn’t have done any of this. I am so sorry, Mary Margaret.”

“There’s nothing you have to apologize to me for, Emma.” Unlike Mary Margaret’s, Snow’s gaze held firm and sure. Emma remembered her in Mary Margaret fashion, curled on her back and bucking her clit against Emma’s thumb while still unsure what to ask for.

“Can you really tell me that this was what you wanted?” Emma asked to keep her mind away from what had happened between them.

“No. I wanted to raise you in the palace, away from the–away from Regina. You would have been safe and I could have seen…everything. But that’s not what happened, Emma. I can’t wish for the past to change.”

“Isn’t your whole thing wishing?”

“Sure it is.” Snow shrugged, her warm embrace of a smile fading to an ember, just on the edge of a frown. It couldn’t go out entirely, even with sadness behind her eyes. “But sometimes we can’t reach all the things we wish for.”

Emma had nothing left to fill the silence that followed. She’d already discarded her jacket to escape every sensation she remembered, but the crisp Storybrooke air swept goosebumps on her bare arms. Cursed radiators didn’t exactly heat efficiently.

Emma sipped from the mug Snow gave her, and didn’t stop her mother when she moved next to her on the bath mat, leaving space for the mug between them. Emma kept it in her hands.

She wasn’t sure what to do in this proximity to someone. Emma was never really sure. Fucking would be easy enough, but just sitting with Snow felt more present than Emma had ever been comfortable with.

Snow must have sensed that, too. “Does this feel okay?”

Emma took a few seconds to deliberate, but nothing really came to mind. This wasn’t the time for the polite ‘yeah it’s fine.’ Snow genuinely asked. What her mother wanted was her honesty, and somehow that had buried itself deep in her heart without Emma wanting to lie.

“It doesn’t…feel not okay. Not really.” She paused, the words swimming in her mind without quite making it out of her mouth. “It didn’t feel not okay.”

“You’re gonna have to see me after class for that string of double negatives. I’m almost impressed.”

Snow extended her hand, which Emma took.

Just hand-holding. Emma tried to sort through how exactly she felt, but found that more difficult than it really should have been. It was only hand-holding.

And how reverently Snow held her hand.

Emma had never taken the time to really see Snow’s gentleness without pretense or ulterior motive. Even as Mary Margaret, Emma had felt how genuinely she cared. Her mother was not the soft-spoken witch waiting in the woods, but the piece Emma had been missing for so long.

“Are you cold? You’re cold. Let me get you a towel.”

“Oh no, Mary Margaret, it’s fine, I–”

But her mother wouldn’t be dissuaded and had already begun fishing in the bathroom closet for the basket full of clean but yet-unfolded laundry. There were plenty of folded towels on the shelf, so this confused Emma until she saw Mary Margaret return with a familiar knitted blanket that she draped around Emma’s shoulders.

A warm, all-encompassing weight washed over Emma. Snow’s hand pressed softly between the other-worldly yarn and her shoulder. It was softer now, freshly-laundered, and smelled faintly of lavender.

“I washed it. You kind of drool when you sleep, just like Charming.” Snow sat back down beside her. “And yes, you do sleep with it. I’ve known for a while.”

“You realize how fucked up this is, right?

“I was beginning to think about it when, I don’t know, the twenty-eight year town-wide curse broke and I was no longer a schoolteacher. Or tragically heterosexual. Minus that one time.”

“Oh, God, stop. Okay, fine. But David can’t possibly be whatever he is about this.”

“And why wouldn’t he? He knows. He understands. It’s not what he expected, but he’ll talk on his own terms and yours.”

“What if I don’t know what my terms are?”

Mary Margaret sighed. “Well, we can start smaller. How are you feeling right now?”

Feeling seemed to come so easily to Snow. It ran in the family, apparently, and skipped over Emma herself. As a bail bondswoman she prided herself on her suspicion, knowing whether some jerkass was a flight risk so she could tell the DA “I told you so.” That line of judgment hadn’t served her as well in being intimately, painfully close to someone.

Emma couldn’t find pain in her mother’s arms, or even the obligation to share anything at all in frustrated silence.

“I mean the shock hasn’t exactly worn off, and there’s the whole fairytale curse thing. Other than that…” Emma sighed, racking her brain for anything Snow asked of her. “It’s a pretty blank page. Sorry. I don’t have anything else.”

“Any bad feelings? Uncomfortable ones?”

Emma shrugged. “I don’t think so. It’s all shock, really. I can do shock. The magic is a bit of a surprise but so is your average day in Tallahassee.”

Once she got past the whole magic thing, Emma had seen worse in Florida.

“Sounds like an uncomfortable feeling to me.” Snow said. “Just because you’ve experienced it before doesn’t mean it’s easy. And if you don’t believe me, believe your goosebumps. Or your thousand-yard stare. Your voice changes when you’re scared, too.”

“I’m not–” Emma knew exactly the type of horseshit she was about to spin for her mother, and Snow did too.

Emma relented, clinging tighter to the mug in her hands. “Fine. I am a little scared, I guess. You’re too good at this.”

Was that a Snow thing, a Charmings thing, or a mother thing? Maybe all rolled into one–Emma couldn’t yet tell. Her mother’s perceptiveness pierced right through her ribcage, and yet beside Emma’s lonely foster memories was a more recent past, just as real, of lying in bed clinging to Mary Margaret while her fingers tangled through sweaty, blonde waves. No curse had done that. They had.

She had.

While Emma considered the weight of her realization, Snow broke the silence beside her.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

#ouat #ouat fanfiction #emma swan #mary margaret blanchard #emma x snow #white swan #ouat snow #ouat snow white #nsft

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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Could u do a tennis girl!reader x tom and she’s rlly good and playing at Wimbledon where tom comes and watches like the supportive boyfriend he is. Reader gets injured or something and the medics come on court and tend to her and the camera focuses on tom who is very worried. Maybe tom even gets to go on court and holds readers hand to comfort her and this makes fans go crazy. Love ur writing btw 🫶

When in Wimbledon || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

A/n: I LOVE WATCHING TENNIS!!! I actually went to Wimbledon this year and watched Emma Raducanu play so I made her the fc for this!!

Warnings: reader gets injured, idk what else

Wc: 808

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You feel a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist as a smile makes it to your lips, his familiar scent hitting your nose as you turn around. “I’m so happy you’re here,” You whisper in his neck, your hands wrapped snugly around him as he rubs your back.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling,” He grins, kissing your head before you go back to stretching with your coach. Tom watches as you stretch your limbs, preparing yourself for the match that was going to begin in 30 minutes.

You kiss your boyfriend goodbye, parting ways with him as it was your time to step out into court—Tom making his way to your player box where he would be seated beside your coach.

You step onto the pristine grass court at Wimbledon, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as you, a skilled tennis player, prepare for a crucial match. The familiar scent of freshly cut grass and the echo of applause surround you.

Tom’s eyes were fixated on you the whole time, his applaud more louder and enthusiastic than everyone else’s. The match unfolds, and you dominate the court with your powerful serves and agile movements. The spectators erupt into cheers with every successful point you score.

Tom can’t help but smile, his eyes filled with pride as he watches you play. The atmosphere is electric, and you can feel the energy of the crowd propelling you forward.

As the match progresses, you’re in top form, moving gracefully and hitting the ball with precision. Tom’s enthusiastic cheers blend with the crowd’s roars. And in a split second—in a misstep—your ankle gives out on you, tripping over and landing on your wrist, the anguish shooting through your body, a light scream leaving your lips.

The crowd falls into a hushed silence as you crumple to the ground, clutching your injuries, your breathing deep and harboured. The medics rush onto the court, their urgency reflected in the worried expressions of the spectators.

Tom’s face tightens with concern as he leans forward in his seat, his eyes never leaving you. “Fuck,” Joseph, your coach whispers to himself, his hands rubbing his forehead. The camera captures the worry etched on Tom’s face, and the entire audience holds its breath, collectively hoping for your well-being.

The medics examine you, carefully tending to your injured wrist and ankle as they move you to your seat. The pain was unbearable, and you fight back tears, knowing that this might mark the end of your season.

Tom watches with a pained expression, unable to hide his concern. Your coach stands from his seat, your seat was close enough to the players box that you could hear Joseph’s words of encouragement, but it’s Tom who steals the spotlight with his genuine worry and love for you.

Your entire body was shaking as one hand covers your face, tears brimming your eyes. You wanted Tom. You needed him by your side. You knew he would calm you down straight away. “Tom. I want my boyfriend here,” You hold one of the medics arm as he looks at you before nodding, talking into his radio.

In a heartwarming moment, the officials allow Tom to come onto the court. He rushes to your side, his face a mix of anxiety and determination. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as he gently takes your hand, “It’s okay, I’m here sweetheart, you’re going to be okay,” he offers words of comfort that only you can hear. His touch and soothing words calm your racing heart as you struggle to come to terms with the potential impact on your season.

The crowd watches in awe as Tom’s support becomes a beacon of reassurance amid the uncertainty. His caring gesture elicits a collective “aww” from the fans, who can’t help but admire the bond you share. Social media lights up with admiration for Tom’s devotion to you.

As the medics continue their evaluation, the reality sinks in—this might be a significant setback. Your eyes meet Tom’s, and he offers a gentle smile, silently promising to be there through thick and thin. The disappointment is palpable, but the gratitude for Tom’s unwavering support tempers the pain.

The medics advise you to withdraw from the match and seek further medical attention. Tom helps you stand, supporting your weight as you limp off the court. The crowd, initially filled with the thrill of competition, now applauds the display of resilience and love.

You give them a weak smile and wave as Tom remains by your side. When you step into your locker room, Tom assists you with a supportive arm around your shoulders. The pain is intense, but his presence provides a comforting distraction.

Your coach walks in as he engulfs you in a hug. “You’ll be okay, y/n. It’s a setback for sure, but you’ll be okay,” he comfortingly says to you as he hands you a water bottle to which your gratefully take.

You were taken to hospital, Tom still by your side as he held your hand. “You’ll be off for a few months, Y/n,” The doctor gives you a sympathetic smile as you nod your head, tears already blurring your sight.

The second the doctor left leaving you and Tom alone. You broke down in tears. He gave you a hug, whispering reassuring things in your ear. As you sobbed. Your season had been going so incredibly well until now. But you were grateful that Tom had been by your side during the entirety of it.

Y/n_Y/l/n

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before wimbledon vs. after wimbledon 🥲 it pains me the I have to miss out on the other half of this tennis season and I tried to downplay the issue so I thank all my fans who continued to support me during this difficult time. I’d like to thank all my close friends and family for being by my side during all of this. I love each and every single one of you 💗

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tomblyth: you’re so strong ml ❤️

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: I love you.

josephmmcarty: you’ll come back stronger than ever 💪

user92: I was there watching the match live and when I saw tom jumping the gate and rush to her, my heart melted 😭

user10: hope you heal quickly y/n!!!

user56: her and tom are literally so wholesome 🥹 when he was holding her hand when she was in pain, i swear i died of of how wholesome the moment was

user01: such a shame, she was doing so well this season!!! Get better y/n :)

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chloe-skywalker · 4 months

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Threats - Peter Pan

Peter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing really

Word count: 411

Summary: Peter getting angry when someone threatens you infront of him.

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Once Upon A Time Masterlist

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“Peter!” Y/n yells out as she’s grabbed by the Evil Queen with a ball of magic near her face.

“Regina.” MarryMargret worried for the young girl currently being held in Regina's tight hold with a magic ball of purple flames near her face.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Peter growled with narrowed eyes once he turned towards where his lost girl called for him in distress.

“Give us back Henry and I won’t hurt your little lost girl.” Regina bargained.

“Regina, we don't need to threaten anyone.” Emma spoke up telling Regina, looking at the young girl a couple years older than their Henery.

“I agree Lass. Not a good idea. Especially not a good idea to threaten her specifically.” Hook stepped forward gesturing with his hook to the girl in Regina’s grip.

“And why’s that Pirate?” Regina rolled her eyes at all the pleading to let the Y/h/c-ed girl go.

“She’s not just a lost girl. She’s Pan’s lost girl.” Hook stated to the Evil Queen.

“No duh.” Regina scoffed.

“What KIllian means is she is mine. Let go of her. Now.” Peter walks closer getting increasingly more angry every minute Y/n was still being held against her will.

“Or what?” Regina gripped Y/n tighter, testing Pan’s limits and to see if he’s bluffing.

“You’ll regret it.” Peter grumbled with a really dark look on his face. “Don’t forget this is my island and your son’s life is in my hands. What do you think I’ll do if you hurt my Y/n?”

“Regina” MaryMargaret pleads for her to let the girl go, trying to sound more stern. Not wanting to have Peter hurt Henery in any way as retaliation.

“Let her go.” David added with worried eyes for them, Henry, and Y/n. KNowing what Regina is capable of, they were all worried for Y/n.

Regina sighed and loosened her grip on Y/n and the second Peter noticed he grabbed his lost girl and pulled her into him.

“Don’t lay a finger on her again.” Peter practically snarled at the StoryBrooke gang and he checked Y/n over for injuries. Before giving the signal for them all to retreat.

“Thank you.” Y/n turned around to look back at Emma, Hook, David and MaryMargret with an innocent smile.

Peter smiled at her manners, that's his Y/n. And it was entertaining to see their shocked faces at her thanks.

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oautincorrectquotes · 4 months

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*On a Hike*

Regina: Its so nice out here.

Emma: And quiet.

Regina: Too quiet.

Emma: Did we lose someone?

*Cut to Snow & David trying to befriend a bear*

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goosin-around · 8 months

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Snow: What color are Emmas eyes?

Regina: The most glistening green, so deep you could get lost in them

Snow:When was the last time you saw her?

Regina: 17 minutes and 23 seconds ago.

Snow:And when did you first meet her?

Regina:2 years, 7 months, and 12 days ago at exactly 3:48 PM, but it feels as though I have known her my whole life.

Snow: And when is my birthday?

Regina:

Snow: When is my birthday?

Regina:

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lvcygraybaird · 4 months

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ONCE UPON A TIME ⇢ 3x05 | GOOD FORM

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clockworkbee · 10 months

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Something about fictional couples who part ways, not having seen eachother or heard from one another in months or years, not even sure whether they'll see the other person again or when, simply hits different for me. You can see both of them thinking about each other every day, missing the other or being reminded of their time together by small things, and—

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jiangyanlissidepiece · 6 months

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RIP to Snow White in all these Swan Queen fanfics.

Imagine ur stepmom becoming your daughter in law.

I wouldn’t survive

#once upon a time #ouat snow white #emma swan #regina mills #regina x emma #emma x regina #swan mills family #mary margaret blanchard #swan queen

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lalixlizzie · 8 months

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Emma: Why are you so mad at me? Is it because I slept with Regina?

Snow: YOU WHAT?

Emma: Fuck, it wasn’t that.

#emma x regina #regina x emma #emma swan #incorrect ouat quotes #ouat #ouat fandom #ouat humor #ouat incorrect quotes #regina mills #evil queen #the evil queen #the savior #the saviour #once upon a time #snow white #ouat snow white #mary margaret blanchard #incorrect quotes #swanqueen

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romancemedia · 6 months

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Anime Proposals

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snowbellsquiver · 11 months

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au verse: Mid 90’s.

Snow & Emma share some giggles after Emma convinced her mother that having a cocoa with cinnamon right before bed wouldn’t keep them awake all night. Wrong. Thank goodness schools out for the summer.

#{ snowbellsquiver }#emma x snow #au verse #emma swan #my gifs #mary margaret blanchard #modern au verse #once upon a time #snow white ouat #wardrobe verse #mama snow #charming family feels #charming family

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drghostwrite · 4 months

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Out at sea…

Disclaimer: So a long time ago I read a fic about Emma having her and Hooks baby on the boat and thought I might twist it a little and give us another chapter to our Regina x reader stories.

Pairing: Regina Mills x reader

Summary: After a hard stretch of weeks the family has a day out but what happens when one member decides to finally make an appearance.

******************************************************** You stood on the ship deck near the bow watching the sea roll out in front of you, being 8 1/2 months pregnant most people would get sea sick but instead you stood letting it calm you. Being commander of armies in the enchanted forest you did a lot of traveling and you grew up on a boat your mother being a notorious pirate, so it always had a way of taking you back to your roots. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and someone’s chin rested on your shoulder, “enjoying the view?”

“mmm…” you said in response pressing you head into her cheek. “It has a way of taking me back.” You then fully turned in her arms allowing your body to relax into her, taking in the sight before you long black wind blown hair with her deep brown eyes, she didn’t wear makeup and you smiled at how she let out a smirk her perfect white teeth peaking through.

“Do you ever miss it?” She asked holding you the best she could your bump in the way.

“The enchanted forest? Sometimes.”

“Really?” She asked and you pulled back slightly looking over each other features.

“Yea but that’s not my home anymore, I’m not that person.”

“I can understand that.”

“Regina, listen to me love, I wouldn’t go back to how it was, coming here gave me this beautiful life, and friends and most importantly you, I would never go back if it meant losing you or this baby.”

“You are both my entire world and Henry, I couldn’t lose any of you.” Before you could both say anything else you heard clashing of wood behind you, turning around you watched as Henry and David fought with wooden swords, Emma laughed with Snow as Hook stood managing the helm.

“Hey Y/N care to join?” David called to you, as Henry ran towards you with and extra sword.

You laughed as you and Regina made you way towards the group, “You know its a good thing I’m pregnant otherwise I would come kick your butt.”

“I’d like to see that.” Henry said as you rustled his hair.

“Soon buddy, and I’ll show your grandpa how it’s done.”

“Oh yea!” He said excitedly running back towards the action. Regina had found a spot next to Emma and Snow motioned next to her. You made your way over and slowly lowered yourself.

“So how you feeling mama?” Emma asked.

“As can be expected.” You shrugged.

“I’m sure you’re ready to go though.” Snow mentioned.

“Oh you have no idea.” You shifted uncomfortably in the seat, Regina eyed you carefully.

“how much longer?”

“Depends they said 2-4 weeks Zelena is thinking I’ll be overdue.”

“I’m sure it’ll work out, Charming babies have a tendency to come early.”

“Well luckily she’s not a Charming.” Regina laughed, but you shifted uncomfortably again.

“let me tell you though I don’t think I can do another month, every muscle aches all the time and don’t get me started on the smells, I feel superhuman some days.” Everyone laughed, you all say and enjoyed the sun before the sky started to cloud over slightly making a cool breeze blow, you let it soothe you but it wasn’t long before your muscles started to ache and you were shifting again, you decided to walk it off. Making your way towards the helm to talk to Killian the other three ladies talking, Regina kept a close eye on you, watching you talk to Hook.

“Hey love you okay?”

“Good as I’ll ever be, just a little sore.”

“You don’t get seasick do you I mean with the baby and all.”

you chuckled, “No I was practically raised at sea so I find it calming.”

“raised at sea?”

“My mother was a pirate, I was her only daughter and she wasn’t going to stop for anyone.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“Yea well everyone has their skeletons.” You felt a hand come to your back, you turned being met by Snow.

“Hey you okay, Regina down there watching you like a hawk.”

“That’s my wife… I’m just really sore and sitting there wasn’t helping, besides like I said earlier Zelena thinks I have at least two weeks.”

“True but babies come on their own time, she’s just being careful, she cares for you and this baby a lot.”

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve her.” You both smiled, you watched as the sky was still cloudy, one wave rolled just enough and came up over the side of the ship splashing Henry and David below Regina and Emma laughed at the boys but you were preoccupied by the puddle at your feet.

“Only our boys, am I right?” Snow laughed, but got no response from you, she turned and saw the puddle at your feet.

“Wait that splash wasn’t that big…Y/N?”

“Okay scratch the whole two week thing I think my water just broke.”

“Oh god okay, Regina!” As soon as Snow called she was bounding up the stairs Emma hot in her heels.

“what’s going on?”

“I…uh… mm… my water just…uhhh god here comes one.” You said reaching out, Regina catching you as you dug your nails into her forearm but she didn’t care.

“Looks like another family member wanted to make their appearance today.” Snow said a hand on your back as you leaned into Regina both of them trying to guide you down stairs, you heard Hook call to Emma to put you in his chambers as they’d have more room.

You could hear everyone frantically moving around and it wasn’t helping as you tried breathing through contractions.

“Wait…” you said making it into the large room the bed in the middle, hook redid the inside after permanently moving in with Emma and made this more of a luxury boat, on with large ornate rooms made for comfort which right now you had mixed feelings about.

“What wrong?” Regina asked looking at you.

“Zelena…” you said trying to catch your breath, “You need to call Zelena.”

“Why… aren’t we going to make it back in time?” Emma said looking between the three of you.

Regina and Snow shared a look, “Emma were 6 hours off shore, this baby might not wait that long.”

“Um….hhhnghhh…” you tried speaking another contraction interrupting you.

“it’s okay love.” Regina said feeling your nails dig into her arm again, grip tightening as you battled another.

“No….no, Zelena thinks there’s complications with the baby…I…she needs to be here…please you need to call her.”

“Comp…complications?” Regina said, she was so focused but you saw the war starting behind her eyes, she thought about losing you or this baby, she couldn’t do that not again, she’s fought so hard for a happy ending.

“Regina…baby?” You said squeezing her hand and pulling her out of her ugly daydream, “it might not be anything but…” you winced through another contraction.

“Better safe than sorry…” another female voice filled the room and everyone turned their heads.

“Zelena?” Regina looked at her sister, hopeful and confused.

“Hey sis, Hook called,” the redhead looked sympathetically at the younger raven-haired woman who was still guarding you with her body. Before anyone could say anything else you let out a loud guttural moan filling the room. Zelena quickly rushed to your side, placing her bag on the bed in front of you, it was a little higher than normal so you were currently standing next to it, gripping the blankets on the edge not wanting to move.

"Okay mama just breathe through it... how long has she been contracting?" she looked around the room, all faces showing that no one was sure.

"I've been having braxton hicks, or that's what I thought they were, they started around 8 this morning, and my water broke about 20-30 minutes ago."

"It's 4pm... you've been contracting for 8 hours."

"Y/N, why didn't you say anything?" Regina asked concerned.

"I didn't want to worry anyone and y'all were so excited about today, and after the past couple of weeks we really needed it... besides I've treated so many first time moms and they always mistake pre-term contractions for the real deal."

"Darling..."

"I...mnhnhhh...I promise it wasn't...hnhgnhhh."

"Okay mama, these babies aren't waiting I'm going to need to check you out." without thinking about it Zelena let the little secret you’d both been keeping, helping you drop your pants and get up on the bed she covered your legs with a blanket as you fell back against the pillows.

“Zelena did you just say babies?” Snow asked shocked.

“Um…what’s she talking about? Zelena what does she mean?”

“Twins… we’re having twins.” You strained out sitting up on your elbows.

“I’m sorry I only found out a few weeks ago and Y/N had me promise.”

“that was before she was going to go into labor 6 hours from Storybrooke and on a boat!” Regina yelled.

“Babe… I didn’t wanna get your hopes up, not until we were sure…gahhhhh.”

“She’s right we weren’t sure how it happened but after the run in with our mother something with our magics altered the pregnancy, I wanted to make sure everything was okay with the babies.” Zelena explained as you fought through another contraction.

“Talk later… these babies are coming now.”

“Okay breathe I need to check how dilated you are,” Regina moved to your side while Zelena dug through her bag pulling on gloves, “okay mama little pinch and pressure, just gotta check here.” You nodded letting out a small whimper as you felt her checking you out. “Okay Y/N you’re a lot farther than I thought.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means that your baby’s head is almost crowning so this is typically when you start pushing.”

“Wait I thought we had a couple hours?” Regina asked worried, her worst fear was coming back, she couldn’t lose any of you and being out at sea was amplifying all those fears.

“Right now that’s not the issue, these babies are coming whether we want them to or not.” Zelena said trying to snap Regina out of it.

“What do you need from us?” Snow asked into the room.

“Well Snow I’m going to need your hands, Emma I want you to take care of everything above deck, I don’t care what you have to do get us back ASAP…” both women nodded and moved quickly. “Okay now Y/N I need some pushes from you so we can deliver baby number one.” You nodded and come screaming a pushing and a little blood later and cried filled the room as your little boy was born, things lived quickly Snow wrapping him up and holding him while more contractions rolled over you.

It wasn’t long before you felt baby two getting ready, but you watched as she leaned and said something to Snow “Wh-What’s going on?”

“Y/N I need you to…” Zelena started.

“Wh-What’s going on with my baby?”

“Your baby is breech, which worries me with being on a boat and far from the hospital.”

“S-so whagahh- does that mean?”

“Y/N…”

“Zelena do what you need to do, if you need to cut, cut.”

“WHAT NO!” Regina yelled.

“No no nobody is getting cut, I’m not doing a cesarean on a boat, I can do an external version but it’s going to hurt like hell.”

“Do it!.. whatever you need to do, do it.” She nodded and placed her hands on your exposed bump feeling for the baby, she had one hand higher and one lower and tried rotating the bag and she wasn’t wrong it did hurt, Regina was on the bed next you you and you turns clinging to her face pressed against her chest, one arm folded under you as the other gripped onto her bicep, nails digging into her arm as she held you.

“Okay I think baby’s turned, Y/N I need some really big pushes from you.” Two pushes later and you were so close to holding your baby but instead another complication.

“hold on, don’t push, stop pushing.”

“bu—but… what’s wrong?” Zelena looked up at you sympathetically, she placed a hand on your knee.

“The baby… it’s the cord, it’s wrapped around its neck.”

“Zelena save my…nnnghh…save my baby…”

“I will…err… I am.” You could feel pressure and she tried maneuvering your baby and getting the cord loose.

“okay im going to need a really big, big push to help your baby… can you do that for me?” She asked and you nodded, “okay on count of three, 1…2…” you pushed with everything you had, delivering your baby and she quickly started working you sobbed in your wife’s arms as you didn’t hear anything.

after what seemed like an eternity a strong cry filled the room, “yes baby girl, yes, oh God okay… congratulations you have a beautiful baby girl.” She said handing her to the both of you, tears rolled down your faces.

4 hours later you found yourself laid up in the maternity suite at the hospital Zelena was evaluating you to make sure everything went okay as your babies got checked it by the nurses, Regina sat next to you filling out their names on the birth certificate, refusing to leave your side.

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