First story in a while :) I've been watching Tonight You're Mine a lot and OUAT over and over and I thought a Swan Queen fic in that setting would be adorable.
AU, Swan Queen, based on Tonight You're Mine (which was originally called You Instead)

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"Everyone packed?" Mary Margret did another call through the three bedroom apartment. Three shouts of acknowledgement. The brunette smiled and double checked to make sure they had their tickets to Scotland. She felt her heart quicken acknowledgement. The brunette smiled and double checked everything as she thought of the few days to come. This was the time to prove themselves.

"I got the dog sitter ready and everything." A blonde walked down the hallway to the living room with a chocolate lab trotting beside her. Emma grinned as she shrugged on her red leather jacket. "Excited?" She asked her roommate.

Mary Margret grinned. "You have no idea." She giggled as she crouched down to call the dog to her.

"You're gonna be a good puppy for the sitter, aren't you Henry." She scratched behind his floppy ears and grinned at him. They'd taken him in from a shelter about a year and a half ago and he'd been nothing short of excellent. He was a bit on the scrawny side but he was healthy and happy.

Their other two roommates, Ruby and Belle, walked into the living room and set down their bags. Belle was giddy with excitement and Ruby hadn't stopped grinning since they got the invitation. "Let's get this show on the road ladies." Ruby smirked.

Before the got their bags collected together they stood in a small circle. Emma looped an arm around Belle and Ruby's shoulders while they did the same to her and Mary Margret. "Alright…this is our chance to prove to anyone that's anyone…that Fairytale is worth being heard. You ready for this?" She smiled when the others nodded quickly. "Alright!"

"1, 2, 3 Fairytale!"

They broke from the circle with wild giggles and gathered their bags. The sitter arrived with a friend as per the rule book (one friend, no parties) and wished them luck while Henry gave a few small yips of excitement before she closed the door.


In Scotland at the festival the four women couldn't get enough of it all. The different culture, the buzz off being invited at all, the great people high off the music. It was incredible and Emma personally never wanted to leave.

They spied on a small group of people as they passed through on their way to prepare for their gig in a few hours. A woman with a camera, what looked to be her seriously aggravated assistant, two men dressed in black clothing, and a woman who looked to be in charge of the two men who was also wearing black.

Belle hushed the others and pointed. "Isn't that the Evil Regals?" She whispered in awe as they got closer. She'd always been a fan of them, and part of the reason she was so excited to come to the festival was she'd heard they'd be here.

Emma stared at the lead singer for the Evil Regals. Average height, a nice chest size, great ass in those black leather pants, her wrists held a few rubber bands and chains. She looked about normal but her face was what made her stunning, not to mention her chestnut locks that fell to her shoulders. She was gorgeous, like the kind of gorgeous it should be illegal. Dark brown eyes, full cherry red lips, insanely white teeth that appeared when she smiled. She was just…gorgeous.

The two men that stood slightly behind her were handsome, also wearing black leather pants and black shirts. The one on the right had a few strange trinkets attached to the front of his loose shirt. A pocket watch, a peacock feather, and what looked to be a very strange hat size all pinned to the front while the chain of the watch ran down to his pants pocket. His hair was dark and he had a slight shadow of fuzz across his jaw.

The other looked almost plain but the back of his shirt held a picture of a wolf with one blood red eye. His hair was dark and slightly curly. He wore black wrappings on each wrist. He had the same leather pants as the others. In his left hand he clutched an acoustic guitar.

Emma turned to her own group and waved for them to follow her lead. She snuck up behind the one with the guitar and snatched it away from him. All three members turned to look at them. Emma only had eyes for the lead.

The one who was staring at her with a mildly amused expression. "And just what are you doing with my guitar?" She asked with an adorable head tilt.

Emma shrugged. "It looked far too colorful for your dark looks." She grinned easily. "You're uh…Regina right? Yeah yeah I read about you guys in a little newspaper clipping."

Regina smirked. "Interesting." She eyed the four women up as she stepped forward, her combat boots crunching over the gravel and mud on the makeshift road. She noticed the pixie haired brunette carrying a red leather jacket that couldn't have been hers. Quick as a whip she snatched it up. "And so is this." She eyed the material before looking back at the blonde.

Emma huffed. "Give that back."

"Give me back my guitar."

"Jacket first, that was my dad's." Or so they told her at the agency when they gave it to her, she really had no idea but it was hers and she wanted it back.

"Guitar first, that was my grandfather's."

"Jacket."

"Alright then." Regina shrugged on the jacket. "When you decide to give me back my guitar you can have your jacket."

The other members of their respective groups looked on with amusement. Regina's band mates shared a grin.

"Regina, dear, is everything alright? Are they bothering you?" Regina looked to her right before shrugging. "I'm fine mother, just dealing with these…miscreants."

Emma glanced at Regina's mother. Dressed in a nice blazer and blouse with name brand black jeans and rain boots on this woman still managed to look elegant and in charge which was quite a feat considering the setting. "I want my jacket back."

"Give me my guitar." Regina was quick to snap back.

"Quit bothering my daughter. We're here for her to further her career, don't screw it up." The woman glared at them. Belle slid behind Ruby and Mary Margret shrugged with raised hands. The woman turned to the two women who had been interviewing Regina. "Have they done anything else to them? Let me see that tape." The women stepped back and quickly kept going while Regina's mother shouted after them and walked off with the one Emma had taken the guitar from following, trying to calm her down. "Cora, Cora, no it isn't…stop…wait…" he sounded English.

Regina turned back to Emma and her group. "Who are you anyways, none of you look familiar."

Mary Margret answered. "We're Fairytale." Her voice strung with pride.

Regina scoffed. "Fairytale?" A perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose as her red lips pulled into a grin.

"I've heard some of your songs," the remaining male spoke up. "You're not half bad."

"If Jefferson thinks you're alright…then I'll take his word for it." Regina turned to Emma. "Name?"

"Emma…gimme back my jacket."

"Give me back my guitar."

Emma pulled a face before stepping away from the two remaining Evil Regals. "Gimme my jacket or this guitar gets a nice retune curtsey of the lovely ground here."

Regina lunged at her, grabbing the neck of the instrument, and tried yanking it away from the blonde. It ended in a struggle because while the brunette was by no means weak her height came in a disadvantage. Emma was a few good inches taller which made it easier for her to keep it away.

"Put my daughter's guitar down!" Emma heard in the background. "Graham go get it, don't let her get hurt."

Next thing she knows there's some older red headed man telling them to get along and when they disagreed…next thing Emma knew there were fancy silver bracelets on their wrists binding them together and he was leaving them there with no key.

Perfect.