Ficlet: Unpredictable
Mad Swan. Pregnancy test.
“We’re calling it March.” Jefferson says, pacing, “Boy or girl.”
“We don’t even know if there’s a kid to name yet,” Emma scowls, sitting on the toilet, the pregnancy test carefully out of either of their sight, “And we’re not calling it anything fairytale-y. Nope. Plus you got to name Grace; I had my mom’s attempted murderer name my son after the man she killed to send a whole world to hell. I get to name this one.” She sighs, the fight draining out of her “I don’t even understand how this happened…”
Jefferson gives a low chuckle, and raises an eyebrow, “What part between the lingerie and the handcuffs didn’t you understand?”
Fic: Necromancy by Degrees
So here it is: the final chapter of my Mad Swan fic, ‘Skeptics and True Believers’.
In which Gold and Emma strike a kind of truce, and Emma and Jefferson learn a few things, and Belle is comatose on a sofa. Follows on from ‘Stone Walls and Top Hats’.
Full chapter listing at my masterlist.
Thank you to everyone who’s been reading this and following along! You guys are amazing and beautiful, and I want to hug every last one of you!
accio-firewhiskey prompted: A Dartboard for Witches
Necromancy by Degrees
Emma gets a 911 call as soon as she gets back to the station.
One of Mr Gold’s neighbours: another domestic disturbance. She’s wanted a word with him since the asylum, but that was hours ago and the man knows how to disappear.
Fic: Stone Walls and Top Hats
A/N: Part of my Mad Swan series ‘Skeptics and True Believers’, follows on from ‘Light In All the Darkness’. The penultimate chapter! In which there is Helle, Rumbelle, Gold talking sense into Emma, and Henry being adorable.
Full chapter listing at my masterlist.
Claireymil prompted: ‘Hope is the thing with feathers’
Stone Walls and Top Hats
Emma drops Paige back at home. She hopes that, one day, she can allow Jefferson to be in the same room with the girl without having to keep them apart. A part of her is starting to think there really is more to this than meets the eye, more strangeness on this Earth than she’d allowed herself to dream.
Henry’s delighted, of course.
