I wrote this for someone on tumblr as part of an ask thing but I actually liked it and why not post it?
I'm trash I know
Unbeta'd and Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT. It belongs to ABC.
Hyde was enamoured by the Evil Queen, a remarkable feat considering how pointless he thought love was. He had fell in love once. He supposed he should thank that hopeless emotion, it was the reason he existed. Gratitude is overated. People will believe what they want.
The Evil Queen hadn't met someone so like her. Alone, but not lonely. Someone who was delciously evil, in a way that would maximise pain, a master manupulator. She supposed the crocodile would fit into that category but with Hyde it was somehow different. The purpose was not solely revenge, but also pleasure. In how far they could push something.
Hyde was also misunderstood. Hated because he spoke the truth. Hated because what makes a villain? Someone who is hurt, betrayed, disowned by the very people that vow to love you? Evil is a perception. A creation of the heroes to elevate themselves.
That's not to say either of them were a saint. Oh no they came from the depths of hell, had done terrible, incomprehensible things. They were horrible, but evil she didn't like.
He hadn't expected to enjoy the meal, or rather the company quite so much. He knew the Queen was clever, articulate but he hadn't seen the true depth of emotion until that conversation. Oh the Queen wanted him, intended to use what he knew to further her own gain, but he also found that he didn't mind. He liked that he didn't know what to expect.
She had made him lasagne for two reasons: One it would piss of Regina. Two: she made a fucking good lasagne.
She intended to manipulate him, to use him and she still did, but maybe it could be a mutual agreement.
She arrived at the allotted time and freed him from his cell.
Despite what people would say, he was a gentleman and offered him his arm, which she gladly took.
That's how they ended up here. On the docks, in the moonlight, both inching closer. Waiting for something. Whether it was to take this the next step or a sarcastic remark neither of them knew.
The Queen had not felt this desire in a long time.
Fuck it.
She leaned in, capturing his mouth in hers. The kiss was passionate and heated, a caress of lips, a tangle of tongues. It was full of desire, frustration, anger and sweetness, It was everything neither of them had had before.
They broke apart after a couple of minutes. A moment where the world didn't matter. Where they could love in a way only they knew how. It would have to be enough.
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