Vampires and werewolves own the night, feeding off humans without recourse. As a Hunter, Emma Swan is dedicated to their destruction for her own reasons. But after the son she thought dead appears at her door sprouting fangs and walking in daylight, everything she thought she knew is thrown asunder. Especially in Storybrooke, Maine, governed by a mayor who is more than she seems.

"The sound had come from her – another her, another Emma. An Emma whose circumstances were all too recognizable for this Emma. She had not forgotten the pain of being in labor. Yet, it was the things that were different that struck her the most; namely the fact that the woman who was holding this other Emma's hand was, in fact, another Regina." — Swan Queen. Oneshot.

Based on a prompt for Swan Queen and squirting. Ficlet.