I will make them want it !
[Sequel to She would have wanted to scream. Series ''Black Fairy's Curse AU''] : Fiona brings back the dead, some of them. Just to show them how miserable they are. And to play a little with them, too. And make them desire what is the worst for them. Fiona/Emma. Emma/Neal/Henry. Neal/Henry. SwanQueen. Elsanna. Hookfire. Incest & lemons.
Warning : Incest (again, as Fiona loves to destroy our characters in an atrocious way). And presence of sex too, because of Fiona again, as it's her main weapon in this version of the story, with magic and manipulation. And it can be graphic sometimes, so you're warned. Presence of many pairings. Again, it's a sad story which ends bad…
This is a dark story. Really dark. And disturbing. I can't myself believe I wrote this. So, read the warnings. And it's a translation.
Part 1 : Welcome…
She had the idea of it the day Emma Swan finally understood what happened to her son. Since she arrived in Storybrooke, the Black Fairy was really having fun, just because of the way she made her magnificent curse happen, or about other things.
Destroy other people could really be wonderful, to send Emma's family in the Enchanted Forest so they would die in it had been great. Well, to make all these poor characters of fairy tales destroy each other had been even better, in fact.
It had been the case with Emma, even if she wasn't at this time using her present method, the one that she used with Henry, Blue or even Neal, and which did work.
Sex.
To convince her enemies to join her cause by making them want it was deliciously Machiavellian and also enjoyable. And yes, she was having fun with her body, while manipulating the other, which was just better.
It was bad, it was filthy, it was immoral.
(It was wonderful.)
But, anyway, she didn't care about moral since a very long time.
She felt someone coming back from the world of the dead, for a time, for an instant, and there, only there, she had this idea which was, according to her, great.
To make them come back.
To torture them.
To make them suffer.
To destroy them.
Their death, of them, all of them, didn't allow her to enjoy this pleasure, and except with Emma, she wasn't able to act with cruelty toward the dead.
(Except that, of course, what she was forgetting, was that she killed them. So, well… regarding to cruelty… she was good with it.)
And the one she wanted first, it was, obviously, Emma.
Who else than the Savior, the first one she destroyed and ruined ?
The first one who saw her world fall apart under her eyes, the first one who understood, the first one who accepted.
The first one who stopped fighting.
She was the one who gave up.
Other followed her, of course, Henry was the second.
Blue happened then. Tink. Dorothy. Neal.
Her victory was complete.
In fact, no, not really.
It was the reason why she initiated this other plan.
First, the Savior, because she would be the easiest to reduce into pieces. After what she knew, she was the one who came back. She wished she could have seen her head when she understood the terrible truth.
She would have wanted to laugh of it.
In fact, she was already laughing.
She took herself as Frankenstein, in a way, except that now, her method was perfectly working (since Neal, she perfectly knew how to do it, so things would happen in a good way, and her magic would still work).
So, she wouldn't trouble her too much, she decided herself to bring her in the home office, so Emma would feel like she was in a known place.
It would be the only favor she would offer her.
§§§§
Emma Swan felt depressed. Not suicidal, not at all (no, this, it was before, when she was still alive, before she jumped, and that she died), but it wasn't really good for her.
No, not all, in reality.
What they were living was terrible, and she was really suffering from it.
She was the only one who knew for Storybrooke, what Fiona did of it.
And this secret was a burden for her. She told nothing about it, of course. How could have she ? And especially, why would she do this ?
To break Regina's heart as well as her illusions ?
To destroy Snow and Charming, by telling them Henry's fate ?
Oh no, she wouldn't.
She still wanted to scream, but she shut up, again and again, her screams were still stuck in her throat, blocked by her despair and her pain. She couldn't be happy, not with this lie which was stuck to her, which didn't let her alone.
Emma wanted to forget.
For the first time, she didn't want to know the truth, she didn't want to know who she was. It was worst than after the year in New York. Even worst than during the rewritten story, where everything seemed to end badly, before everything was suddenly fixed.
In fact, this was not the worst.
There was something else.
As she came back from the world of the living, she had, without anyone knowing it (not even her) or seeing it, taken something from there. A little piece of the Black Fairy's magic. Of her dark, putrid, nauseating magic.
(And also captivating, wonderful, fascinating. And which reminded her of her magic as a Dark One.)
What terrified her, it was not only their miserable fate, or the town's, no.
The thing is that, she didn't know what she wanted at all.
The thing is that, she wanted to come back there, and not for Henry or for Neal.
(Or yes, for them, but not for good reasons.
Absolutely not.)
What she saw there, it still haunted her, in her dreams and in her nightmares.
And it scared her as hell.
Because, if she accepted to confess it to herself, she had to recognize that she pertinently knew what she wanted, with all her soul.
And she shouldn't, oh no, no, no.
But the Black Fairy clearly didn't care about the Savior's apprehensions.
The only thing she wanted, was to make her fall.
Like the other.
§§§§
When she woke up, Emma had the impression that she was having a terrible dream. Or, at least, that she was waking up from another nightmare. There couldn't be another explanation to this situation. No one which could be sensed or coherent, in any case. She was in the home office, on a bed, tied up.
The Black Fairy was there, leaning over her, and Emma almost smiled.
Finally.
Finally.
She was seeing her again, this angel, or rather this demon who captivated her since the moment where she entered in the asylum. The fairy was smiling, almost friendly, almost tenderly, seeming almost… in love.
But the fairy's heart was dead since a too long time so she would anything now.
Emma didn't care, the only thing she was seeing, was that she was alive, and that magic was around her, close to her, in her. And that she never felt so good before.
She would have maybe resisted, before.
When she was still alive, not alone, and not desperate.
When she was still with her family, before they all died, and before she remembered.
Before the asylum turned her in something else, made her disappear, and before she realized she was the responsible of all of this.
Before she killed herself, because of her despair, her pain and her horror.
Before Fiona won.
The fairy smiled, as if she already knew everything she was thinking about.
She put her hand on her cheek, softly, as she knew so goodly how to do it.
Fiona was happy of the situation, again, because it was working even better than everything she would have imagined. As she used to face some resistance, even just a weak one, what she was facing now was surprising.
But, when you thought about it, it just seemed logical.
It meant something that Emma already gave up.
All the things she lived before this instant leaded them to this moment, where the young woman was going to completely give in.
Emma's look was on her, dazzled, fascinated.
It was what she was.
Lost.
Lost for the other, for the dead. For Storybrooke's inhabitants.
She wasn't the Savior anymore.
Almost.
A thing still needed to be done.
After all, the fairy still had to finish her horrible plan until the end, right ?
§§§§
As she was untied, Emma felt no surprise. Why would have she stayed that way ? After all, she didn't want to attack the Black Fairy. This one brought her back to life, with her magic so soft and good.
A feeling of deep beatitude took Emma, and, for the first time since her trip between the two worlds, she decided not to resist.
Being drugged and manipulated, having false memories from an asylum where she never really was, seeing her family die, without being able to do anything. To Die, and kill herself, then see her son and her former first love together, all of this…
All of this just destroyed her.
Maybe that, at the moment when she saw Henry kiss Neal, all of this broke in her. The fact that she saw her family again after this, it helped her resist for some time, but here, in this world, alive, she could do nothing against Fiona's magic.
She didn't want to do anything.
And this unhealthy desire which took her when she saw Neal and Henry together, as magic was just barely touching her, then took her again, and her look became dark.
But not sad, no.
Wanting, and almost supplicating.
Asking a non verbal question to the fairy, as if this one had all the answers to the questions the Savior was asking to herself. Getting closer to the young woman, she put her hand on her shoulders, encircling her into her claws, pressing her even more against the bed.
And she didn't struggle to get free.
She could have killed the Savior at this precise instant, and she would have faced no resistance.
Fiona's smile became ecstatic. Leaning over the young woman again, she kissed her, sticking herself against her, delighted, and happy.
Because things were exactly how they were supposed to be.
And Emma responded to this kiss with as many passion as she could do when she was with Regina, and Fiona continued to smile, just as she was pushing the Savior into the void.
Well… this last one was more than eager to jump.
The Black Fairy was feeling a great excitation, caused by the feeling of Emma's body against hers, which was just revived by the memories that she had of a strong and combative Savior.
The one she broke.
But it wasn't time for her, not right now, in fact. Not yet, not before Emma did the irremediable, and that she lost herself, for ever, with delight and pleasure too.
And she exactly knew in which way things were going to happen.
§§§§
Fiona's magic could do many things, after all, her magic was dark and atrocious, which gave many possibilities to her.
In fact, she was able to read in the other' desires, and here, it was about Emma's, who was quite easy to read.
In fact, two people were now in her thoughts since she came back, in a way which was everything by chaste.
(But well, no one really was in this terrible and brazen town, that became Storybrooke under the bad influence of the Black Fairy.)
Henry and Neal.
Now that the magic was almost entirely controlling her, she had no remorse at the idea of feeling this, or even to tell Fiona about it. This last one couldn't help but lightly bite Emma, as she was kissing her, and this one made a moan of contentment.
What would have said her parents, had they saw her, that way, losing herself in Fiona's arms, just as Henry did with Neal ?
It didn't matter, she didn't care at all, and it was her last coherent and sensed thought that she had, before she fell completely. Magic was again around her, and she sighed with pleasure, still stick to Fiona's arms, who was beginning to caress her softly.
When Emma began to undress her, Fiona had a light mischievous smile.
"Not right now, my dear… don't be that impatient… well, not with me, she whispered to the Savior."
This one looked at her with surprise, not understanding what she meant.
Then, the fairy moved her hand, transporting them in another place, and Emma's look became more interested when she realized who was here.
Neal and Henry.
Of course… who else than these two one would be better to loose her forever ?
To be continued…