I don't own OUAT, oh well.
I got this idea last Christmas, from a movie I found on HBO...I don't remember the title but I do remember Santa delivering a kayak and knocking over a tree and I realized that Magic Realism existed in that movie but wasn't acknowledged, it just was...so I wanted to make a SQ fic like that but with my own little lesbian twist. Lol.
Oh yeah, no GP in this one...my next one will though. Enjoy!
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
[Mayor Mills Manor, 108 Mifflin Street, New York city...11:52 pm, Christmas Eve]
Christmas Eve is the night every kid in the world of all ages tries to stay up and wait for Santa Claus to come down their chimney. It was a night that all of their wishes came true...and they didn't just receive the typical bikes, dolls and toy trains—Santa delivered the goods. Everything from gaming consoles, headphones, and camera's...to tuition checks (to help those who really deserved it), clothing and kayaks.
It's still a topic of discussion if Santa Claus is real or not—because there will always be doubters, the dubious ones are always the ones saying that Santa is just a myth, that none of it's real. That there isn't any toy factory or a village full of jolly elves at the North Pole.
Yet they couldn't ever explain the outrageous and extraordinary gifts reported all around the world, in millions of homes. Parents swore up and down that the gifts their children received every year were their pay-grade and it was exactly what they wanted. Of course it wasn't just the children who worked hard to stay on Santa's 'Nice' list. Santa Claus was just another wonder of the world...that and magic realism.
But there was one little four year old boy that lived in New York city—and he believed in Santa Claus more than any other child and adult in the world. He wished with all his heart that Santa would come see him, even if just for one time. And on this Christmas Eve—was the night he was going to meet his favorite icon.
Henry Mills was already dressed for bed in his spongebob pajamas and socks. His mother had bathed him and tucked him in hours ago—she was upstairs knocked out from the cold medicine she took to help her sleep. Little Henry was hiding behind the sofa with his flashlight and Spiderman comic books. He had a perfect view of the fire place, small table and lamp where Santas walnut brownies and hot cocoa with whip cream and cinnamon on top, waited. He and his mother made them with love and lots of fun, and she even let him stir and lick the bowl. It wasn't something Henry got to do everyday and he cherished the moment.
Henry yawned loudly, closing his comic. He was about to pick up another one when soft thudding came from upstairs—from the roof! He quickly pushed his comic books aside and shut off his flash light, eyes wide with excitement, no longer thinking about sleep.
The little believer didn't have to wait long. A giant red duffel bag fell through the chimney...and then like magic, there was a gray cloud of smoke in the middle of his living room. Henry's brown eyes widened and his mouth fell open, his little heart may burst out of his chest with the amount of excitement buzzing through his small body. Santa Claus wore a fine red suit with the white fur cuffs and lining that obviously kept Santa warm—and it was very stylish. Santa also had the black boots with the shiny buckles on the side...but one thing that stood out to Henry, besides Santa being skinnier than the ones he saw on TV—
"You're a girl!" he shouted before realizing what he had done and clamped both his small hands over his mouth.
Santa, however, simply chuckled and retrieved her bag before going to kneel in front of the Mills' large and beautifully decorated Christmas tree. "Yes I am Henry, and you're supposed to be in bed young man."
Henrys eyes—if even possible—grew larger. "You know my name! Santa knows my name!"
The blonde haired woman set the last present down beneath the tree and stood, simultaneously turning to face the little boy and he realized just how super tall Santa was—at least in his eyes she was super tall.
"Santa knows everything...even when little children are way up past their bed time waiting for Christmas and their presents."
Henry shook his head, and came out from behind the sofa, feeling braver than before. "No Santa...I wasn't waiting for no presents—I was waiting for you. I have something for you."
The blonde in the red suit raised a 'brow, normally she wouldn't just linger in a home but she saved the Mills home as her very last stop because she knew little Henry was waiting for her—he was her truest believer after all, and she wouldn't lie...she wanted to meet him too, even if it was just this once. "Like...a present?" she usually gives the presents...not received them. This was quite a surprise—an odd surprise, but not at all an unpleasant one.
Henry nodded eagerly, "Yeah...wait here okay Santa? Stay! Don't go nowhere, please!"
He didn't wait for her to answer, he just turned and ran upstairs to his room—mindful to keep his steps light so he wouldn't wake his mother because he knew how much she loved her sleep. Rushing into his room and Henry reached under the bed to grab the present he wrapped by himself at school and ran back down stairs as fast as his little legs could carry him. He found Santa sitting in the chair near the fire place sipping the cocoa he and his mother had made earlier and eating a brownie. He hoped she liked them, they were made with love after all.
"Here Santa this is for you...and my Christmas wish for next year!" he shoved a piece of paper in her hand.
Santa smiled gently, "Wow, you sure don't waste time do you kid?" she opened the paper, easily deciphering the messy writing. "Love and...happiness? That's what you want next year?"
Henry shook his head and climbed onto Santa's lap without much thought and snuggled into her front. The Jolly Icon and supposed myth was surprised, again, but she wasn't uncomfortable—so she didn't think to remove him. "No Santa. It's for my mommy. My mommy's lonely and sad all the time. I want her to be happy and loved."
"Oh. Um, I see." Santa blinked and swallowed, that was a tall order from someone so small. "I can't make any promises little guy...but I will try my best to make your mommy happy as she can be. Love can't be forced with magic kiddo, I'm not cupid ya know? But I promise to keep an eye on your mom this year...does that sound fair to you?...Henry?"
She leaned back slightly to look down at him when she didn't get an immediate response and saw that he was fast asleep. Santa decided to let him sleep on her for a while longer, taking the time to think about what she could do to fulfill this little boys wish. After a while, she finally realized that she had been there far too long.
Santa quietly took Henry upstairs and tucked him in before going back downstairs and gathering her belongings. Before she left, however, she made sure to erase her face from Henry's mind but she allowed him to keep this memory for as long as he continued to believe.
Back on the roof, Santa put away her empty duffel bag and she climbed into her sleigh. Finally giving into her curiosity...Santa opened Henry's gift and gasped softly but Blitzen had heard her and looked behind him curiously. But Santa was too preoccupied with the paper hand-made snowflake to pay him any mind at the moment. It was unevenly cut and nearly thin enough to be disconnected in some areas but it was a snowflake none the less, and it was adorable. The present wasn't as lavish as the ones she delivered once a year, but the thought and love behind it warmed Santa's heart. She closed her black leather covered hand around it and her magic hummed softly for a few moments.
When she opened her hand, sitting in her palm was the thin paper snowflake was now crystallized with a silver chain...it still just as crooked and thin, but it was stronger than it was before. Santa slipped it around her neck, then finally picked up her reigns. "Let's go home boys!"
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
Hey y'all, so obviously I finally decided to post another SQ Tale because...really, why not? Ain't nothing stopping me...besides my laziness;)
The chapters here will be half as long as my "Dark as Knight" chapters, give or take. This tale is considerably lighter than my other SQ stories, but still just as fun. Emma's, as always, is stronger here than she is in the show...you know, she's her own government...Snow and Charming, or Henry don't run shit here. Robin Hood is here, and I probably won't kill him...but let me just say this now...there is no way I'm writing Outlaw Queen...not even a mutually shared sexy look.
Chapter 1 and DAK chapter 10 (for those following it) are being edited as we speak. Thanks for reading:)
Monster Galore.