A/N: So, you know the drill, homophobic 'father' that ironically is obsessed with Queen. Well, I decided to take one of his old favourite songs and make it more gay, saphic to be specific. Welcome to 'Killer Queen'. Again, this one's not for you Grandma.
"You're Henry's Birth Mother?"
"Yeah" Emma said with a shy smile.
She followed Regina into the mansion, watching Henry rush off up the grand staircase. She has a quick glance around the foyer, her eyes are drawn to various hints into this regal mystery woman's lifestyle. She peeks in a pretty cabinet, Moët et Chandon, nice. Groups of people are huddled across the first floor, gathering for some kind of fund raiser. Emma continues to follow Regina across the house, almost crashing into Regina when she halts after reaching the kitchen door. Emma had clearly gotten distracted, wary of how underdressed she felt having crashed a rather lavish party.
"Dessert is ready" a waitress mentions through the ajar door. Deciding against mimicking Mary Antoinette's infamous 'let them eat cake', Regina turns, gains eye contact with Emma and asks,
"How would you like some of the best cake you ever tasted?"
Emma raised an eyebrow at that.
"My father used to say 'it's a built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy" Regina continued, her deep chocolate eyes alight with a fond memory.
"Can't decline that invitation..."
~~~KQ~~~
Later that evening, Emma found herself out on the back pattio, a group of gentlemen to her right sat around a rattan table eating caviar whilst smoking cigarettes. She takes in a deep breath as she attempts to file her thoughts. This well versed woman who screams etiquette adopted Henry and gave him this lavish lifestyle, how could she compare to this? She tuggs her red leather jacket around her and attempts to take another calming breath. One of the men sat to her right looks her way, a smouldering smirk on his face as he stands up and strides over towards an unsuspecting Emma,
"Swan! What brings you here?"
"Shit," Emma whispers under her breath. "Killian." She doesn't have the energy to fake a smile.
"I'd have never placed you for one of Regina's gatherings."
"Yeah, well. Regina seems..."
A warm sultry voice carries through the patio doors "Some might describe me as extraordinarily nice, is that what you were going for Miss Swan?" Regina speaks as she hands Emma a glass of apple cider. "Is Captain guyliner here bothering you?"
"Now now Regina, let the girl decide for herself who she'd like to converse with"
After an involuntary eye roll, Regina's hand suddenly putrides through Killian's chest, retrieving his glowing heart from it's cavity. Crushing it to dust as he collapses on the floor.
"R'gina, wha...?" Emma's voice falls to a whisper as she watches the scene unfold before her.
"Didn't Henry show you his book dear?" Regina states matter of factory.
Shit, she's a Killer Queen.
~~~KQ~~~
A/N: Next verse?