A/N: This story is loosely based on the movie 'Imagine me & you'. A curse will exist, but it will be quite different than one would expect. (Regina does not know everything about the curse, even if it sometimes seems like that. What Regina and Emma consider to be true in general, may be wrong! This may sound confusing right now, but it will make sense I promise :)) If you have questions about it, feel free to PM me. Reviews are very welcome, too.

Hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Emma's POV:

Emma Swan marched in front of a standing mirror to examine her reflection. Her angelic hair was curled and elegantly fell down on one of her shoulders. A white asymmetrical wedding dress clung to her body with one simple strap over the exposed flash of her collarbone. The bodice was like a second skin and accentuated her obviously fit body. The long train created an almost perfect show-stopping finish.

Her emerald eyes sparkled due to the light make-up and fine mascara lines, one of her 'friends' had applied or rather someone she didn't even know herself. In that moment she felt utterly alone and wished for a mother who would tell her that she would look beautiful. However, that was a dream that would probably never come true. Emma was still happy about today though. One of the two only persons she had ever loved and known would wait at the end of the altar. The other one would escort her there.

The blonde turned around, the train moving along after she took one last look at herself. Emma happily made her way to the neighboring room.

Regina's POV:

The thirty-year old woman was eyeing herself in the bathroom mirror while thinking about her next steps and if her decision of being here was even right. She couldn't go back though. The brunette was too far in already, at least that was how she had been feeling the closer she had gotten to the city Snow White's child apparently lived in. The feeling of being drawn towards the girl was always present but finally leaving Storybrooke seemed fatal and intriguing all the same. The pull became stronger and somehow inevitable. She had to have a look at the woman.

It had taken quite a while for her to find out about the so called Savior's location. However, once Regina had heard about an engagement and closely after that about a date for the marriage, she just had to find her. She had nearly everything figured out by then. The brunette knew exactly what to do with the "threat" of the curse and she wasn't going to turn around now. She would win in the end even if it was the last thing she would do.

Everything Regina had ever done led her to this place, to Tallahassee. As she made her way to the car, she was already figuring out whether she would just bomb the whole wedding or make her entrance in a more decent way. The former Evil Queen quickly settled for a more decent way since she didn't want to kill the Savior. The woman needed to be alive for what Regina had in mind.

Her black Mercedes brought her to the event before the actual guests would arrive. Her plan was to knock out someone of inferior importance there and just pretend to be that someone. The brunette assumed that that was the only way of attending the marriage and the after-party without causing any problems or suspicions.

She saw a red-haired woman walking around the church, her hands loaded with several flowers, most of them Regina had never seen before. The girl wore a pair of blue jeans and a red button-up shirt with long sleeves. It was cute but ordinary; something the brunette would normally never wear herself.

Talking about flowers can't be that hard, Regina thought to herself as she walked over to the flower lady, her plan already being put into action.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" The girl asked.

Regina pointed to the bouquet of orchids in the woman's hands when she spoke up. "Who are these meant to be for, dear?"

The younger woman eyed the flowers in her hands for just a second; one second too long though since the former Evil Queen effectively knocked her unconscious with a mastered punch to the back of her head. She fell forward and her face plunged in the beautiful orchids as she hit the hard ground. Regina chuckled darkly and glanced around to make sure that nobody had seen the incident.

The thirty-year old woman grabbed the feet of the flower lady once she was sure nobody was around and dragged her into the church. It was quite a pity that she had lost magic several years ago but she still had numerous ways to be powerful.

The brunette undressed the woman quickly and herself as well. Her pencil skirt and overall authoritarian dressing style wasn't appropriate for the matter. Nobody would think that she actually was the owner of a flower shop. She therefore quickly put on the way too ordinary clothes before she managed to put the half-naked body into the confessional box and taped the woman's mouth. With a cable cord Regina tied up her arms and legs making sure that disentangling oneself wasn't an option.

She subsequently rubbed her hands as she smirked devilishly. Everything was going as planned for her. The only thing left to do was to wait for the guests to arrive and especially for the wedding to finally start.

Emma's POV:

Her child awaited her with an adorable smile on his face when she walked up to him. His eyes sparkled just like hers but only because his were filled with tears of joy. The boy with the light brown hair grinned at Emma before he spoke up.

"You look very beautiful, mama."

The blonde smiled back and her cheeks were reddening due to the compliment; a phenomenon that the make-up couldn't prevent from happening. Her six-year-old son was just too cute to be true and she loved him with every ounce of her being. This whole marriage, it was all for him so that he would have a real family, something that she had never had.

"Thanks, kid." She mumbled shyly and tousled through his hair in a loving manner before she hugged him tightly.

The boy swung his arms around her and looked up to her with so much love in his eyes that it almost overwhelmed her. Once they stepped apart, Emma stroke over his shoulders to smooth the fabric of the black tux and rearranged his little red tie.

The blonde took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently when she eyed her hero with proudness. She chuckled sadly and yet happily as she smiled at him. Henry gave her a broad grin in return. He suddenly beamed once he heard the music from the organ and even jumped a little.

"That's the cue." The little boy claimed, looking at his mother expectantly.

Emma replied by nodding cheekily and kissed his forehead. She inhaled deeply one last time before she dragged herself and her son to the entrance of the church's narthex.

Thanks for reading. :)