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Regina finds Emma and Henry trying to do the cinnamon challenge. 

Asked by @anotherouatwriter

Thanks for the prompt dear ;)

The muffled voices coming from the mansion’s kitchen guided Regina as she let the main door close behind her, one hand over her aching neck. Letting both her keys and stack of papers at the hall she followed the sound of Henry’s excited voice and what seemed to be Emma playfully chatting with each other.

The presence of the blonde wasn’t strange; ever since the divorce the blonde had become an almost fixed presence into Regina’s life. Something the former queen, even if she feigned annoyance from time to time, cherished. However, Emma tended to arrive slightly later, once her shift was over, willing to listen to Regina as the brunette told her about her day, as the three of them had dinner.

Frowning and feeling slightly worried, Regina approached the closed door of the kitchen, the voices only getting stronger as she doubted on either opening it or not.

“Are you recording?” That was Emma, a sort of giddiness on her voice. “Because I won’t do this again.”

A long-suffering sigh could be heard, Henry, Regina surmised.

“I am, come on, I don’t want for mom to…”

That made Regina open the door, already putting on her more stern face as a yelp could be heard once her heels echoed on the floor.

“For me to what?”

The sight that awaited her was definetely bizarre and she blinked for several seconds while trying to process what she was seeing.

In the middle of her kitchen, at the other side of the island, Emma had a spoon full of what seemed to be cinnamon close to her mouth that now hung open, eyes trained on hers with something akin to horror. At Regina’s left, trying to hid his phone, Henry stood completely flabbergasted, his face sporting a similar expression than Emma’s.

It was the blonde the first of the three of them all who reacted; lowering the spoon while letting part of the dust fall to Regina’s otherwise pristine kitchen counter, she attempted to smile. Her voice came out in a very high-pitched tone that made Henry wince visibly at Regina’s still figure.

“Regina! Welcome! Sorry for coming here so early. I knew that the kid was alone and I thought…”

Regina rose her right hand, effectively stopping Emma’s speech, before turning towards Henry, her other hand extended to him without any other explanation. The boy sighed, his far too long hair obscuring his eyes as she eyed the phone on his hands, before nodding shortly and handing the device while glancing at Emma sorrowfully.

Regina picked up the phone and, without any other word, motioned the door at her back. She didn’t move an inch until Henry nodded and exited the room, his footsteps echoing on the hall as the door slowly fell back to its jambs as Regina eyed the blonde. Emma’s fingers had found the fallen grains and were now playing with them, her movements all but halting as Regina  glided towards her, eyes trained on Emma’s as she pointed at the left-out spoon.

“What is this?” She asked, a mask over her features. Emma’s throat visibly trembled as she swallowed, opening and closing her mouth a few times before she began to speak.

“I heard about it from one of the Lost Boys. Something about swallowing…. I mean, you know how much I love cinnamon, I thought it would be easy but then I saw some videos and… Regina?”

The blonde eyed her as the former queen’s lips twitched, unable to hide her amusement anymore.

“And you thought that choking on my kitchen would be your best option?” She said while rolling her eyes at Emma’s antics. “I’m sure The Mirror would create an appropriate headline for that.”

Emma pouted, fear all but gone of her features as she came into the realization she wasn’t in trouble.

“I wasn’t planning on choking.” She started, only to stop again as Regina reached to brush a little bit of the cinnamon of her sleeve, amusement still on her face.

“Next time tell me so I can prepare for the charges, dear.”

Turning and leaving the blonde behind Regina chuckled to herself.

“Clean everything.” She called above her shoulder as Emma sighed and let out a smile of her own. “And If that’s my cinnamon I don’t want to know.”

How cool would have been that when Gideon stabs Emma it resets time and we go back to season 1. Just that this time, Regina does things differently. By @anotherouatwriter

The wound felt as if burning, scorching her skin where the blade touched it. Her lungs, however, felt icy, freezing as she tried to gasp. She could feel her knees about to give up, her head starting to swim as she tried to keep looking at Gideon, at the small smirk that crossed his face before a flash of despair covered his eyes.

Clutching her side, Emma stepped forward, her boot grazing the road, almost tripping as her right knee failed.

Hope

The word glowed on her mind’s eye as she looked up, away from Gideon, slightly to his left in where her eyes got caught on two sets of eyes equally glazed in tears, a scream frozen on their lips.

If I had had the time

The thought came with the same amount of anger than loss and for a second Emma was able to gulp as she felt tears crawling up, threatening to spill while the pain around and inside her wound intensified as Gideon drew the blade out of her body. Her lungs immediately seized as they tried to fill themselves again.  Time, the word eyed her with mockery as her knees finally gave up, her whole body going limp as she tried to brace herself for the impact against the road.

She wasn’t cold anymore, she denoted in one last febrile thought. Mostly warm. Letting out a tired laugh, she eyed the dark sky above her, feeling her magic coming out of her, surrounding her in one last glittering blink. The first screams reached her, Henry first, Regina second and she thought one more time about the brunette words, the way she had said them, almost like a goodbye.

She swallowed, arching her back off the ground, the pain becoming too strong for her to bear. Her vision darkened around the edges, the feeling of the gravel on the back of her head the only thing keeping her grounded as she began to drift away, hand on her hip, the cloth around her fingers drenched on blood.

Time

-.-

She opened her eyes and smiled at the brunette woman in front of her. She picked the glass the other was offering, clumsily, still not entirely sure what she was supposed to do. Left hand on her hip, she followed the woman, noticing on her way through the hall the many pictures of her with the kid, the sullen look on him not appearing until one she presumed to be one of the most recent ones taking into account the boy’s appearance.

Humming to herself, she glanced back at Regina’s back just in time to catch the brunette eyes glancing at her from above her shoulder, a smirk crossing her lips in a way that made the blonde shudder. Clutching the glass between her fingers, noticing the cold feeling of its surface against her hand, Emma crossed the threshold of the studio, swallowing as she got a whiff of the other woman’s perfume as she surpassed her, the door closing just as she finally entered in the warm-lighted room. Apples.

The smell made her rise her glass just as she sat on the nearest couch, noticing the way the other woman, however, kept standing, giving her a view of her back just as she leaned on the door for a second before turning once again towards her, glow on her eyes just as strong as Emma saw the cider to be.

Remembering her drink, she drank again, noticing the way the brunette’s eyes followed the movement of her hands and neck just as she swallowed.

Warm, she thought, the feeling growing and strengthening from just below her heart to her mind and stomach, coiling around it as she kept staring at the brunette.

“So you are her.”

The sentence did not hold any much meaning but Emma found herself nodding, closing her left hand into a fist as she felt how her fingers began to tingle. She also could feel the warm tendrils beginning to climb up her neck, drawing inner lines that made her swallow once again. She could feel cold and warmth at the same time and for that she, restlessly, stood, leaving the glass on the table in front of the couch just as she did, the sound of the glass on its surface a soft thud she never got to hear.

She could see an almost purplish glint on the other woman’s eyes and her feet didn’t feel like her own anymore, moving her closer to her until they both were far too close to each other.

“I’m her.” She spoke, quietly, her teeth grazing her bottom lip as she tried to find anything else to say. The purplish glow was gone but the warmth wasn’t and so she shuddered again, her muscles on her forearms moving beneath her skin as she closed her hands. “I didn’t want to… bother you though. Never was the intention. I hope the kid is…”

The brunette tilted her head to her right side, a look of recognition clouding her pupils for a second, Emma’s voice getting lost on them as her voice trailed off, her throat closing.

“As interested I am with that and as I’m grateful I am with your deed, Miss Swan…” Regina replied, raising her left hand, touching the blonde’s jacket lapel with two fingers, pulling Emma closer as she did so. “… I would want to prove a theory if I may.”

“A theory?” Emma rasped out, the same scent as before clouding everything around her.

Regina’s hand closed around the lapel, bringing Emma close as she kissed her, a dash of apples hitting Emma’s tongue before everything was covered in a much more tangy taste that only seemed to fuel the lines that were still writing inside of her with glowing energy.

“A theory.” Regina confirmed and in that one last glance Emma saw something else, tears, perhaps, that freezed as she looked into them, one last glow beckoning her even closer until there was no space between the two of them, her lips on top of Regina’s, close, to close, but not enough.

“What is the theory about?” Emma found herself asking in a whisper, a part of her commanding her to move back, to stop, the other pulling on her muscles, biting on her nerves.

A throat laugh, hands moving up her torso and a whisper that caressed her skin was the only thing she, however, truly got.

“About time.”

-.-

OH RIGHT THIS WAS STILL IN MY INBOX lol I forgot.