Fictorium

Hey everyone,

Thanks for the continuing flurries of comments and likes! They make my day, every day :)

Just to let you know that I’m shifting focus to two or three ‘big’ projects this summer. Although it’s been super fun blasting through short prompts and just posting, I want to work on longer pieces and get them beta’d, etc before sharing. I will still use all the prompts (no prompt left behind!) either in a bigger story or in impulse postings over the next few weeks. But feel free to offer them to other writers too, if you’re still waiting.

So if you notice fics aren’t quite as frequent, that will be why! (Though knowing me, I’ll start posting drabbles again at random as well. My process is a messy one!)

I will still do chapters for One More Baby and Put Your Dreams Away For Now, though not on any particular schedule (sorry). Let me know if I’m forgetting anything else that’s ‘incomplete’ or that you’re waiting on more of. (I have an Emma/Regina/Graham threesome almost done, plus some straight-up PWP Swan Queen as well)

What else can you expect when those ‘big’ fics start appearing? Well:

Battle Towards Surrender - Regina and Emma joining forces in the aftermath of the s1 finale. Sort of a Lola-season-2 before season 2 happens.

Asylum AU - Regina as a psychiatric patient, Emma as her doctor. I don’t want to give too much away on this yet, but I’m excited.

Rhetoric & Treason (West Wing) - for het_bigbang, Andrea Wyatt is the Vice-President of the United States and Toby is still in her life, albeit at a remove. When President Seaborn dies, a whole lot of change hits the Wyatt-Ziegler clan.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy what happens next?

I have Much Ado About Swan Queen in the works, heartsways might be talked into A Midsummer Night’s Swan Queen, and then of course ahkna suggested a brilliant AU for The Taming of the Swan Queen ;)

Who else is inspired? Romeo & Juliet with feuding families seems an easy fit - two castles, both alike in dignity, in the Enchanted Forest, where we lay our scene. Regina as Lady Mac? Olivia and Viola in Twelfth Night? Offing a King a la Julius Caesar? 

The possibilities seem endless, don’t they? 

Regina and Henry get into a car accident. Emma gets a call saying they’re on their way to the hospital.

“Sheriff Swan,” Emma says, tipping her head to hold the phone in place. She needs to get a handsfree kit, right after she does the other hundred neglected things on her to-do list; having a settled life certainly involves a bunch of crap she doesn’t care for.

“Sheriff, this is Nurse Fletcher, from the ER?”

“Hi,” Emma says warmly, having collected a couple of rowdy, patched up drunks from the same nurse once or twice. “Who is it tonight? Leroy?”

“No,” the nurse says hesitantly. “Sheriff, we didn’t know who else to call… there’s been a crash down by Mr. Gold’s pawn shop.”

Just then, Emma’s unreliable radio starts crackling into life. There’s a weird sinking sensation that comes with it, but she forces herself to listen to the voice on the phone.

“Mr. Gold’s is in surgery,” Fletcher continues. “But the Mayor has no emergency contact listed, and she’s the only name we have for Henry. Given the circumstances…”

“Wait, are you telling me Henry’s hurt?” Emma asks, slamming her foot on the brake from instinct alone. She’s in a quiet side street, so nobody’s upset or honking their horn at her rash action.

“Yes,” Fletcher says patiently. “Mr. Gold’s car collided with the Mayor’s. Both Henry and Mayor Mills were in the car—”

“I’ll be right there,” Emma says, dropping the phone onto the passenger seat and yanking the stick back into gear. She doesn’t see anything as she speeds across town to the anonymous gray building that houses the hospital, doesn’t remember breathing until she runs up to the admissions death, where she’s panting so hard she can’t get the words out.

“Where… are… they?” She struggles to say.

“Sheriff?” Dr. Whale appears from behind heavy double doors, his face a mask of concern that makes Emma go from queasy to full-on danger of puking right there on his shoes. “If you’d like to come with me?”

He leads her with a light touch on her elbow, through those swinging doors into the trauma bays. Emma hesitates, feels her feet stop moving as some last, token resistance. She doesn’t want whatever news he has to give her, doesn’t think she can bear to hear it. 

“No,” she tries to say, but the sound won’t come out. Dr. Whale is insistent. almost pulling her alongside him now. Emma closes her eyes as she falls into the shaky, plastic seat.

“Okay, doc,” she manages to whisper. “Tell me.”

Swan Queen. Henry’s wedding doesn’t go according to plan.
AU: Where Henry’s belief in fairytales is as misguided as Emma originally believes. I would be lying if I didn’t say this is at least partly inspired by icicleair’s “Carried In A Swarm of Bees”, although things shake out a little differently here.

He picks up the phone ten different times before he can summon the will to press ‘call’. It’s another three attempts before he lets it ring long enough to be picked up. Henry takes a deep breath, swallows, and says hello to his mother for the first time in six years.

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Title: Where The Flashing Swords Gleam
Rating: NC17 
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Warnings: kinks include knifeplay (no blood), some mild BDSM and fisting. Please only read if you’re comfortable with these themes. 
Spoilers: nothing overly specific, set somewhere around maybe 1x18?  

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