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AN: Instead of Emma, Snow takes on the dagger and becomes the Dark One. I've been wanting to do a Dark One Snow for a while and this is what happened. Hope you enjoy. There will probably be a sequel eventually. Please consider leaving a review. Feedback is very helpful and much appreciated.
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Once Upon a Snowing
I Love Your Darkness Too
The memory swirled in his mind, as he remembered her slipping from his arms and jumping in at the last minute to take the dagger from their daughter. He had screamed for Emma not to do this and had screamed for Snow just as loud.
"SNOW!" he remembered his shout and the momentary slip. He may have called her Mary Margaret for Emma's benefit. But when they were alone he called her Snow. When they were intimate, he called her Snow. And when he was frightened for her, he called her Snow.
Snow...his darling, beautiful Snow was now the Dark One. His lightest light was the Dark One. This didn't make him love her any less. If anything, he loved her more for sacrificing herself for their precious daughter; albeit a little angry with himself for not stepping in to protect them both.
To their surprise, she had not disappeared from this realm, which he was thankful for. He would always find her, of course, but he was grateful he didn't have to cross any realms to do it this time.
The first few days, they searched Storybrooke high and low for her, but there was no sign. He was distraught and he missed his wife. He took solace in his children though. Emma was just as determined to find her mother as he was and his baby son, though he knew nothing of what had happened, missed his mother too. He could tell.
After the first few days passed without incident, he began to feel a slight flutter in his heart, half of his wife's heart, periodically throughout the day. It almost felt like he was being watched and so when he felt it for the third time that day, he looked up and all around the station.
He was alone, trying to focus on the backlog of paperwork that had piled up, when he felt it.
"Snow?" he called into the empty room. But there was no answer.
"Please Snow...I miss you. I love you so much...I don't care that you're the Dark One now. I'll always want to be with you, no matter what that means," he called into the room.
The feeling faded though, as the phone rang, and he answered it in exasperation.
"Sheriff's station," he said into the receiver.
"Sheriff, I've got a few drunks here that won't leave. I cut them off, but they're not vacating," the bartender said. He closed his eyes. The Rabbit Hole. Just what he needed. He could hear a crash in the background.
"And there goes my glassware," the bartender spat.
"I'll be right there," David said, as he hung up and grabbed his coat. He knew he should probably call Emma on this one, because it sounded like it might get a little rough.
But he didn't really want to take her off her search for Snow that she was conducting with Regina and Robin.
He arrived shortly at the Rabbit Hole and wished now that he had called Emma. The group of rowdy drunks were former men that were loyal to King George. This wasn't going to go well.
"Look boys, Frank went and called the Sheriff," one of them slurred.
"That ain't no Sheriff. That's just a Shepherd boy who wandered too far from his flock," another jabbed, making them all laugh.
"You're all under arrest and you're coming to the station with me," David said sternly.
"Pff...you ain't takin' us anywhere, shepherd boy. The blonde ain't with you to whip up her magic and you can't take us all," he goaded.
"Want to test that theory?" David growled.
"Go easy on 'em boys. His little wifey is the Dark One now. Must be rough going from uptight Princess to evil bitch in one go," another goaded. David growled and punched him in the jaw, before slamming him on the table and cuffing him. His buddies didn't take too kindly to that and surrounded him. The first one lunged and David dodged, but he was sorely outnumbered and was about to draw his gun, when two of them grabbed his arms from behind. He struggled to get free, but they were strong and got a good lock on him. The one that he had dodged cracked his knuckles in anticipation.
"I'm going to enjoy messing up that pretty face," he growled, as he wound up for his first punch.
Before his fist could connect, he was suspended in the air and flew face first into the nearest wall, hitting it hard, as he didn't get back up. Where he had been standing now stood his wife...like he had never seen her before.
Tight, black leather pants paired with stiletto heels with low cut leather vest that perfectly cupped her cleavage with a leather jacket to complete her ensemble. Her milky skin was as fair as ever, though she was wearing more eye makeup than normal. He couldn't help find her to be sexy though. He always thought she was sexy, no matter what she was wearing. But seeing her like this was new and if was being honest with himself, a little exciting.
"You have three seconds to get your filthy hands off my husband," Snow hissed, her emerald eyes shooting daggers at the men. Surprisingly, the idiots seemed either too surprised to move...or too stupid. So he shouldn't have been surprised when the two goons holding his arms released him in order to clutch their throats.
"Did I stutter?" she hissed.
"Snow...it's okay…they're not a threat anymore," he pleaded with her.
"They were going to hurt you...they might have killed you," she growled, her eyes like emerald fire.
"But they didn't. I'm fine...you can poof them into a jail cell and then we can go somewhere together," he suggested. She looked at him longingly.
"The Dark One shows no mercy, dearie," the imp in her head cackled. He was right. They had dared to touch her beloved Charming. They had to pay.
"Kill them…" the imp prodded. She had never felt such bloodlust before, but his voice still broke through all the darkness.
"They're not worth it, Snow," he pleaded. She softened under his gaze and relished his goodness. She missed him...so much. She ached for him, but part of her had been ashamed for him to see her this way.
"I love you, Snow," he pleaded.
"I may not be me anymore," she responded.
"You are...you're still you. I feel it in the heart we share. And I love all of you...even the darkness," he pleaded.
"No…" she protested.
"Yes...if I am completely honest with myself, I love your darkness too," he admitted. She looked at the men, still glaring death at them. But Snow saw the imp in the corner disappear from her sight. Charming had made that maniacal hallucination go away.
"You can take us anywhere. I've missed you and I really want to be with my wife," he pleaded with her. Her face softened again, and she waved her hand. The men disappeared and she took him by the arm, as they disappeared in a puff of lavender smoke.
They reappeared in a place he didn't recognize, but when he looked outside, he saw nothing but a large meadow.
"I didn't like any of the open houses in Storybrooke, so I created my own here in the open farmland. Then I cloaked it, of course," she explained. He looked around the bedroom room and stepped out onto the balcony with her.
"I knew you'd like a big yard," she mentioned, as he gazed at her.
"I do...but I like our loft too," he replied.
"We can't go back there. They won't understand," she protested.
"They love you," he pressed.
"Not like you do. Can you honestly tell me that they won't try to fix me? That they won't shun me when I slip up?" she asked, raising her voice.
"I…" he started to say.
"You said you loved me even like this. Did you mean it? Would you stay with me if we can't get the darkness out?" she asked, almost desperately.
"Of course," he confessed. She smiled and rested her head against his chest. It had only been a week, but a lonely, painful week without him. But now he was here and he would never leave her. She just had to get her son next, eventually her daughter, and her grandson too. Then everything would perfect.
"You'll stay with me?" she purred, as she dragged her hands down his chest in a sensual manner.
"Yes…" he answered huskily. She smirked and kissed him passionately. As he pulled her flush against him, she felt at ease for the first time since taking on the darkness. She knew it would be a brief respite, but she needed him more than she ever had.
Their kisses were feverish, tongues and teeth clashing, as she ripped his shirt open.
"Snow…" he gasped, as she dragged her lips over his muscled torso.
"I need you Charming…" she pleaded, as she kissed up to his neck and gently bit down on the nape of his neck, marking him as hers.
"Gods Snow…" he groaned, as he started fumbling with the zipper on her jacket, desperate for her skin. She stilled his hand and looked at him with lust filled emerald eyes, as she snapped her fingers. Gone were her clothes and all that remained was a very sexy black negligee. He stared at her in awe and let himself be led toward the bed.
"You're still wearing far too many clothes, my love," she purred. Before he knew what had happened, he was on the bed, completely naked. But he didn't care, for Snow was now straddling him and filling his every sense.
It was Charming's last coherent thought for quite some time, as Snow fucked him senseless. The vision of her bouncing up and down on his cock, breasts bobbing enticingly, and sweat glistening on her skin would be forever etched in his brain.
Exhaustion consumed him eventually, after several bouts of vigorous, passionate sex. They had always loved passionately and the sex had always been incredible, partly because of love and partly because they had always been so in sync. But their lovemaking tonight had a bit of an edge that left him with his mind blown...among other things.
Snow cuddled against her sleeping, sated husband for a long while, idly tracing patterns on his skin and marveling that this beautiful man, still so full of goodness, that still wanted her. Eventually, she slipped from the bed and waved her hand to clothe herself in a black silk robe, as she gazed out the window.
She could see the clocktower in the distance and she smirked. With Charming steadfastly by her side, Storybrooke would soon belong to her. But first, she needed to make her beloved immortal like her, for she refused to lose him.
"You'll have to make him like you to do that," the evil imp trilled.
"No...there are other ways and I will find them," she hissed back, glaring at the scaly creature.
"You enjoy the darkness. And he's your prize. They'll take him away from you when they get the chance. They'll tell him you're bad for him now," Rumplestiltskin warned.
"No one will take him from me!" Snow growled, as he gazed back at her sleeping prince.
"He is mine and I will destroy anyone that tries," she said through clenched teeth. The imp laughed in delight.
"That's more like it dearie...let the games begin…" he egged her on. Snow smirked.
"We'll take back our Kingdom again, my love. And this time, no one will take it away," she said softly.