Disclaimer: I do not own Once upon a time or any of its characters, I just borrow them for a short while.

Summary: A few moments about Reginas life reflected in different mirrors.

Focusses on Regina but is basically pure SwanQueen fluff. Partly S1-canon compliant with obvious deviations when it comes to our two lovely ladies. T-rated for a small description of nakedness, nothing graphic.

I could not get this out of my head, so I wrote it down. (for those who follow ´Maybe someday´ this fic is partially the reason for the long wait)

All mistakes are mine; I hope there are not too many. If you feel inclined, let me know what you think.

Enjoy!


"The Queen is dead – long live the Evil Queen!" Watching herself in the mirror Regina felt the power perfuse her, run through her veins, fill every cell of her body. She saw herself standing taller, displaying all the prowess and strength her mother never trusted her to have.

And she felt the darkness creep up her neck, paint her heart black, hide all the love and all the pain she so desperately wanted to forget about. She caught a last glimpse of what had been Regina before the darkness filled up her eyes for good.

And it felt so good.


An evil smirk glared back at Mayor Mills when she inspected her appearance for the first time in the vanity mirror in her bedroom in Storybrooke. The curse provided her with knowledge about this realms clothing and customs but it still felt strange. Very covered up and subdued compared to her Evil Queen days.

After extensively appraising herself and her belongings Mayor Mills decided to take walk, a walk through her new, happy future.


It was crazy to think, but he did indeed look a little bit like her. Smiling back at from the mirror his toothless gummy six-week-baby-smile Henry was perfect. Regina never felt so happy in all her years, whether it was back in the Enchanted Forrest or in Storybrooke, Maine, as she did, looking at the little brown-eyed boy in her arms.


Regina glared at her hallway mirror a scowl on her face. That woman was about to ruin everything. Regina had it all, the curse, the town, the son; she was not about to lose it.

´Even if Henry´s right and the woman is the predicted savior?´ A voice in the back of her head asked, eerily sounding like her former mentor.

She raised her hand as if to produce a fireball. Never had she missed her magic as much as in this moment. She knew she needed to get rid of Emma Swan.


A quick look into the small mirror above the sideboard, fixing her hair and reapplying her make-up. In the reflection Regina saw a mane of thick blonde hair sprawled out over a muscular naked back and flooding the mattress underneath. The pillow discarded next to the bed, fallen unnoticed at an unknown time during the last hours.

She crouched down picking the pillow up. The pillowcase was a little rough against her skin, like it had been washed one too many times and a bit to hot. Without thinking she raised her hands a little higher to smell the lingering scent of the rooms occupant currently sleeping in front of her and stirring a little from dreaming.

Startled by the movement Regina hastily shook her head, as if to rid herself of the feelings that started to rear their heads deep inside her. This should not have happened. Again.

She discarded the pillow next to the blonde and turned to leave. When her hand touched the doorknob, a sleepy voice came from the bed:

"You are allowed to stay, you know?"


"Maybe you should leave. It´s what you do best after all. Heavens forbid you would consider staying and talking because that is what grown-ups do when a situation of conflict arises." Regina turned away from Emma wrapping herself tightly in her dressing gown and took a seat at her bedroom vanity.

"I don´t understand. Isn´t that what you wanted all along? For me to leave so Henry would forget all about his book and this curse thing?" Emma said hopping on one leg as she tried to catch Reginas eyes in the vanities mirror and get dressed at the same time.

"Yes, sure, just go." Clutching herself Regina tried to keep her body from shaking. Long buried emotions rising to the surface and overwhelming her. "Leave, Miss Swan, just leave us, I mean leave Henry behind…" She fought hard but couldn´t stop the first tears from falling onto her cheeks, leaving helplessly angry marks of mascara.

Emma stopped. Then she took a tentative step towards Regina. Her voice was soft, cautiously inquiring: "Regina, do you… do you want me to stay?"


Looking into her hallway mirror Regina hugged herself in a desperate attempt not to fall apart. The curse was broken. Everything she had worked for, everything that meant something to her was falling apart. Yet again.

She slowly raised hand, trying to feel the familiar tingle, to let the power overtake her, willing her magic to her side. But nothing, not even the weakest sign of smoke.

A knock at the door interrupted her. Her head whipped around towards the sound, her heart beating in anticipation of a potential threat.

"Regina?" An all too familiar voice came through the wood. "Regina, it´s me. I know you´re in there."

"What do you want, Sheriff or Saviour or whatever you go by these days?" She asked forcing an icy tone to her voice concealing the shaking underneath. "First you´re calling everyone to order and now you´re here to finish me yourself?"

"No, Regina." Emma sighed. "I´m here to talk. I heard that´s what grown-ups do when a situation of conflict arises."


Her heart was pounding like mad, blood rushed through her ears, her face flushed. Splashing water to her face and letting it run over her wrists to cool down, Regina tried to calm herself down. Finding her own gaze in the mirror above the sink she gathered her thoughts.

Was there any possibility she misjudged this? She asked herself and looked back to her bed. In the middle of the cover lay the small black box she had stumbled across when looking for a pair of Emmas warm woollen socks. The box was opened and contained what had to be the most beautiful engagement ring Regina had ever seen. Small and modest but really well manufactured nothing like the over the top jewellery she had for her last wedding.

Emma planned to propose to her.

Her breathing calmed down when she thought of Emma. Emma was not her grandfather, in fact she was nothing like her grandfather, Emma was a kind and considerate partner, Emma was Emma.

So, the real question was: Should she talk to Emma about her discovery or should she wait to see what Emma had planned?


"You´re so beautiful." The sound of Emmas voice startled Regina who had stared into the stand-up looking glass next to her closet absentmindedly playing with her necklace. She turned around to face the blonde who leaned against the doorframe a smile on her face while taking in the brunettes short cream coloured dress.

Regina could help but return the smile. "You look rather dashing yourself." She said looking at Emma and meeting her halfway into the room. Her hands reaching for the collar of the blonde's emerald green shirt smoothing it out. "But don´t they say it´s bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?"

Emma chuckled and placed her hands on the small of Reginas back. "Well, I think the usual order to do things is to get married first, have children after and then curse each other into nirvana, and not the other way around. So we were kinda non-traditional from the start, I think."


"I wonder when I will start to show…" Regina said softly caressing her flat stomach and eying her reflection in the bathroom mirror of their ensuite. A content sigh left her lips, when she felt a warm hand slid from behind over her stomach and cover her own, soon followed by a naked body pressed against her own bare back. She smiled, when long blonde hair fell over shoulder, tickling her skin a little while her wife started to press soft small kisses against her neck, and let herself fall deeper into the loving embrace.

"It may take a few more weeks." The blonde said, her thumb drawing circles on the soft skin beneath it. "With Henry I didn´t show anything until way into my second trimester."

"I can´t wait for the little one to get here." Regina whispered tracing the wedding band on her wifes finger sprawled across her abdomen.

"Me neither." Emma whispered back with a smile.

"I am very thankful, you know, for you, for us." Regina said catching Emmas eyes in the mirror. "Henry was right, you really did bring back the happy endings."


Well, that´s it. I hope you enjoyed the ride!