OUAT fic: To Tell The Truth (Emma/Regina)
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abc_onceuponTitle: To Tell The Truth
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Rating: R
Word Count: 8,568
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Regina, Henry Mills, Mr. Gold
Summary: What to get Emma Swan for her birthday: Clothes? Chocolates? A truth spell cast on her arch-nemesis?
Regina's eyes widened slightly. “I seem to be having trouble speaking with my usual wit and eloquence. Is this what it feels like to be you?”
“Yes!” Emma shot back, then thought she shouldn't.
“That would be my gift to you, your highness,” Gold said, making his way past the firebreather with a swipe of his cane. The firebreather coughed sparks indignantly. “With all the trouble our former mayor has caused through her lies, I thought you'd appreciate hearing something else from her for a change. The truth, and nothing but the truth.”
Regina swore in realization. “The leftover pizza in the fridge.”
“Not leftover at all,” Gold chortled. “Who can resist finding a slice of cold pizza in the vegetable drawer?”
“So wait,” Emma said. “Until my birthday is over, Regina has to tell the truth?”
“I didn't say anything like that, but it sounds about right. Probably wear off by eleven instead of twelve, though.”
“Finishing early as usual, Gold?” Regina snarled at him.
“Planning to watch Dance Moms this evening, as usual?”
“Yes. Damnit!”
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Rating: R
Word Count: 8,568
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Regina, Henry Mills, Mr. Gold
Summary: What to get Emma Swan for her birthday: Clothes? Chocolates? A truth spell cast on her arch-nemesis?
Regina's eyes widened slightly. “I seem to be having trouble speaking with my usual wit and eloquence. Is this what it feels like to be you?”
“Yes!” Emma shot back, then thought she shouldn't.
“That would be my gift to you, your highness,” Gold said, making his way past the firebreather with a swipe of his cane. The firebreather coughed sparks indignantly. “With all the trouble our former mayor has caused through her lies, I thought you'd appreciate hearing something else from her for a change. The truth, and nothing but the truth.”
Regina swore in realization. “The leftover pizza in the fridge.”
“Not leftover at all,” Gold chortled. “Who can resist finding a slice of cold pizza in the vegetable drawer?”
“So wait,” Emma said. “Until my birthday is over, Regina has to tell the truth?”
“I didn't say anything like that, but it sounds about right. Probably wear off by eleven instead of twelve, though.”
“Finishing early as usual, Gold?” Regina snarled at him.
“Planning to watch Dance Moms this evening, as usual?”
“Yes. Damnit!”
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