“Harry and Hermione threw themselves into the panicking crowd. Guests were sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around the Burrow had broken. “Ron! Ron!” Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffered by terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they weren’t separated as a streak of light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm or something more sinister he did not know… And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione’s free arm, and Harry felt her turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all he could feel was Hermione’s hand as he was squeezed through space and time, away from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from Voldemort himself…” - Deathly Hallows
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving, my lil turkeys! A little Captain Swan Black Friday AU for you.
Be careful out there. xx
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Who knew the decent into hell would be so cold.
Emma burrows further into her down parka as a blast of icy
air rattles her bones as she rushes across the dark parking lot, one hand
gripping the beanie pulled low over her ears. It’s barely dawn and all she
wants to do is crawl back into bed, to pull the covers over her head and escape
into dreams. But she can’t, and everything is terrible, so she mentally works
to steel herself, to prepare herself as best as she can for what she is about
The darkest day of the year.
The seventh level of hell.
The mall is quiet still when she steps inside, and she hops
momentarily in place to restore feeling to her extremities. She desperately
needs a new pair of winter boots. But that would require engaging in the one activity
she is most loathe to do: shopping. She swallows a sigh. Once upon a time, she
had loved to shop. She loved the thrill of the hunt, the spark of victory when
she would find the perfect thing for the perfect price. That feeling of wearing
something new and shiny, the fun of trying a new style and the little metamorphosis
it would bring. But that was before.
Before she was cursed. Cursed to a life in retail.
She hurries down the quiet halls of the mall, weirdly
relishing in the cloistered stillness of them. She’s clearly losing her mind. Soon
enough they will be transformed into a waking nightmare; throngs of people
foaming at the mouth to get deals and steals, clawing and ripping and grabbing
as they clamor to embrace the spirit of giving. Happy holidays, indeed. Approaching
her home away from home, Granny’s Outfitters, she makes three swift raps with
her knuckle on the door, and then Mary Margaret is there, ushering her in with
a hug and a cup of coffee. Emma has never loved anyone more.
She waves at David as he counts money into the registers,
smiling when his eyes travel past her and land on Mary Margaret with unveiled
longing. One of these days, she thinks. Ducking into the small break room, Emma
sheds her layers, hanging everything neatly in her locker. She’s struggling
with the stupid pin of her nametag when he
Emma was a burrower. Blankets, pillows, bedfellows - you name it, she’d manage to burrow herself under it at some point in the night. The first time she and Regina shared a bed, the brunette had woken in the morning to find her girlfriend curled up against the headboard beneath their pillows, arms shoved under Regina’s head. She’d asked the blonde about it and Emma got so self conscious about it she didn’t stay over again for a week.
“Hey Regina do you want -” Emma trails off as she walks into the living room. The TV is stuck on the opening credits of the movie they’re about to watch. Emma had only just popped to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks.
It’s family movie night - the Friday tradition even though Henry isn’t here. Both women are exhausted but it’s tradition and neither wants to skip it.
Emma sets the popcorn and wine down on the coffee table before looking at Regina. The brunette is curled up on the sofa fast asleep, her hair spilling against the pillow as she snores softly with her face burrowing into Emma’s blanket.
Emma smiles quickly taking her phone out and snapping a photo and running her thumb over the picture. She sets her phone down before lifting Regina’s legs up gently so she can sit down.
Regina stirs at the movement looking up at Emma through sleepy eyes. Emma smiles at her before opening up her arms. Regina smiles turning sleeping and curling into Emma’s side as she slips her arms around Emma’s waist. Emma reaches for the blanket covering them both up before pressing play. She knows they’ll both be fast asleep within the first twenty minutes but she wouldn’t give up this tradition for anything.