So as the description said, this will just be a bunch of SwanQueen one shots I wrote.

This first one is called Heartbreaker, based off of P!nk's song.

Hope you like it! Review, tell me what you think?

xo ~hayleynymphadora

Heartbreaker

I keep thinking about that little sparkle in your eye,

Is it a light from the angels, or your devil deep inside?

The first thing Emma Swan noticed about the woman standing in front of her was her gorgeous brown eyes. At the moment they were filled with relief—relief that her son had been returned to her safely, yet she seemed cautious of Emma—a stranger in Storybrooke.

However the biological mother of "their" son noticed something else in the Mayor's eyes that she didn't think she was supposed to catch on to. Was that a glint of fear? Or was it something different altogether?

Emma couldn't tell if the vibe Regina Mills was giving her was full of warmth or automatic loathing and though her tone of voice implied the latter, that little sparkle in her eye suggested a slight glimpse of hope.

And what about the way you say you love me all the time?

Are you lifting me up to heaven just to drop me down the line?

Neal was Emma's first and last relationship, so when she started seeing Regina Mills she didn't have much to compare it to or know exactly what to expect. All she was sure of was that her relationship with Neal taught her not to trust. Or, in any case, not to trust easily.

She tried to trust Regina. Really, she did, but her past mixed in with Regina's history made it so difficult to hold said trust.

And she couldn't go through what Neal had put her through.

Not again.

So every time Regina told Emma that she loved her, it took all of Emma's self control not to demand just how much. Were her words sincere? Or was she just going to throw her under the bus; a place that she was only just coming back from?

She wasn't prepared or willing to go back so soon…or ever.

They lay in Regina's kind sized bed, out of breath and in complete bliss. Regina pulled Emma close and nibbled her ear, whispering,

"I love you,"

Do you, really? Or are you only saying that because I just rocked your world?

Emma sighed and tilted her head back,

"I love you, too."

There's a ring around my finger, but will you change your mind?

And you tell me that I'm beautiful, but that could be a lie.

"Emma Swan, you beautiful and amazing and strong woman, I love you so very much that words could not describe and I promise to continue loving you until the day we die. Will you marry me?" Regina's eyes were swimming with tears.

Regina Mills simply never cried, so this had to be a big deal, right?

Emma's heart was pounding. After Neal, and even before Neal, commitment wasn't something she was used to. She was always going from place to place. No one ever stuck with her, so how could she possibly be sure that Regina would?

Simply, she couldn't, and that's what terrified her.

But Regina's crying over me. Are they legitimate tears or is she just really good at acting? If the woman wasn't so damn hard to read…Emma, be reasonable, she's expressing her innermost thoughts and feelings and asking you to marry her—of course she's sincere! If she wasn't being serious she wouldn't be asking you—Regina's always serious. And you love her. You do.

"Of course I'll marry you, Regina," Emma responded.

Her heart already belonged to Regina, anyways.

Are you a heartbreaker? Maybe you want me for the ride.

What if I'm falling for a heartbreaker and everything is just a lie?

Then I won't be leaving here alive.

Before even agreeing to have a serious relationship, Emma had to think a lot about weighing out the pros and cons. Her mind was at a constant internal struggle with itself.

On one hand, she thought she could be truly in love with Regina. It was such a strong feeling and it just grew stronger, moment by moment until she was encased by Regina's passionate embrace, finally feeling accepted and wanted and…and loved. Actually loved and needed by someone. She was where she belonged.

Emma stopped to think.

Neal had made her feel the same way. She had definitely been in love with him and how was that love reciprocated? Well for a while, it had been. She was as convinced of his love for her as he was of her love for him. She thought she had found the one.

Then he stole those watches, neglected to listen to her.

He pinned the crime on her.

He left her, pregnant, in jail, and alone.

It had torn her apart inside. She lost her ability to think logically about other humans and their actions. It caused her to over think and anticipate every negative move and made her more of a pessimist than she already was. His actions forced her to turn away from society; showed her that just when she thought the world couldn't be any crueler—it was. Neal was the cause of the wall that Snow and Regina were always referring to. The wall that wouldn't let others in.

So after Neal, Emma didn't have relationships.

After Neal, Emma had one-night stands.

Only Regina was so much more than a one-night stand, wasn't she? She had to be. Emma knew how much she was in love with Regina.

All she could do was try to put some trust in Regina and hope she would never leave.

Because then she would just be another Neal.

Temporary happiness is like waiting for the knife.

I'm always watching for someone to show their darker side.

Ever since she could remember all Emma ever saw in people in the world was betrayal.

Her parents left her to fend for herself. Family after family ditched her and took her back to the orphanage. Neal broke her heart and placed blame on her and let her suffer.

Now she was in love with a woman known for literally ripping people's beating hearts out of their chests. A bit extreme, in Emma's expert opinion, but worth a shot, right?

Only this time she was prepared. This time she was expecting it.

. . .

Regina absolutely loathed the idea of betrayal. It had, after all, been the reason why her first real love had been murdered, it had been the reason people now called her "The Evil Queen". She wasn't always evil. She just wanted to be loved, and now that she had Emma she was happy again. She was kind and loyal and in love. It was all she had ever wanted from life and she had finally gotten that bit of light back in her life.

So the fact that Emma still seemed weary, on their wedding day, was enough to terrify Regina to the core. What more could she possibly do, to gain Emma's trust? Didn't Emma trust her by now? Didn't she realize how much Regina hated betrayal? That she hated it almost as much as Emma did?

It hurt her heart.

So maybe I'll sit back and just enjoy all this for now,

Watch it all play out; see if you really stick around.

There's always this one question that keeps me up at night,

Are you my greatest love or disappointment in my life?

"I do."

"I most certainly do."

. . .

I never loved you. It was all just a game. My game of chess. You're my queen. The most important player…

Emma woke up with a start, sweat dripping down her forehead, her body shaking. Regina woke immediately.

"Dear, Emma, what's wrong, love?"

Panting, Emma could barely answer. "I—you—a game. This is just a game—"

"What are you talking about?" she took her wife's hand in hers and then placed her lips lightly on the blonde's forehead. "You're burning up. I'll go get you a cool wash rag, lie down…"

Emma did as she was told and watched as Regina left the room. This wasn't a game. It couldn't be.

…but then why were her dreams telling her otherwise?

"…some believe dreams are memoires of a former life…"

Mr. Gold's voice rang through her head, which was throbbing. She stared down at her wedding ring, knowing she was being ridiculous. They had been married for over a year now, if this was all a game Regina would have ended it by now.

The brunette came rushing back, a wet rag in hands. Carefully, she folded it and placed it on Emma's forehead, before kissing her cheek.

"I love you, Emma. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to betray you, this isn't just a game, and I'm here for you, always."

"When did you get so nice? Why did you change?"

"I had some help from a Savior."