Summary: As Maleficent recalls the past she finds some situations that resonate with her present and thus she tries to make better choices. We also have some more insight into Regina's own unfulfilled wishes. In her own journey, Emma comes to find a little more about herself as her subconscious takes her for a wild trip. Canon divergence: Regina's infertility has a different story. WARNING: mentions of rape (Leopold).

Once Upon a Dream

Regina would always run to Maleficent after the King had touched her, to have her special friend help her erase the feeling of his possessive hands on her, replacing the awful memory for that of soft and gentle touches, of long, blonde hair, and very warm and silky skin on hers.

Maleficent never rejected her. But loving this girl came so easy the dragon was fearful of suffering the same pain of Rose all over, the same intoxicating obsession, so she told Regina that theirs could only be a physical relationship to soothe each other. Her little Queen accepted and this arrangement only made Regina hold even tighter to the memory of Daniel, keeping him alive in their conversations, daydreaming of what could have been. Maleficent did the same with her Briar Rose, but it was to remind herself of what she didn't want to replicate with her new princess.

It was inevitable to grow fonder of Regina as she watched her mature before her eyes and Maleficent began to worry when she saw her light be overcome by darkness, lose her balance, slowly becoming more and more the Evil Queen. Maleficent had been holding back in fear of turning Regina into her prisoner like she did Briar while she believed she was saving her, but instead she watched her become the new Mistress of all Evil, and later it would be Regina who made Maleficent her prisoner.

She tried to convince her to stop, to leave Rumplestiltskin and her revenge. Time had proven to her that good — love — always won and theirs were lost causes because they were rooted in hatred. But Regina was unmoving. She was choosing revenge. Besides, it was Maleficent who had made their "no strings attached" rules from the beginning and extinguished any of Regina's innocent dreams of eloping together; of leaving forever the perverted man she had been forced to marry.

There was a time young Regina believed they could fight the King and his army together, kill them all, if Maleficent would only fall for her. She'd done this for Briar, why couldn't she do it for her? Was she blind? Couldn't she see it in her eyes how she begged her to be rescued from that castle that was her prison? But salvation never came. She only got older and more resentful, manipulated by people who could exploit her need for recognition by offering her power to make everyone do as she desired.

It wasn't too late for this, Maleficent hoped. Hoped she could still be in time to prevent Regina—what was left of her—from becoming fully the Evil Queen. She didn't want to lose this girl to the same darkness that had consumed her. She would love her either way, some darkness couldn't deter her, but she knew Regina would come to loathe herself the way Maleficent did and that was a feeling she didn't wish upon her.

The night Regina came to Maleficent sharing her different plans on how to kill the King without being found out, the dragon offered to share her spark with her, asking if she would like to be her dance companion: turn a dragon and fly the skies together. Be free together.

Regina in her adventurous nature and hyped state, took this for one of their games, unaware she had just accepted to take the special dance with the dragon, ignoring that for a dragon to share its spark with you meant literally to share life together. Their bond would be immortal in a way.

Maleficent was giving up half her spark; Regina her ability to conceive a child, and a big part of her remaining light magic.

Regina's inability to provide the realm with another heir could be blamed on the King's old age- it already was. It had taken him years before conceiving Snow with Eva, so it wasn't the young and healthy Queen the people of the Enchanted Forest believed defective. If anything they pitied her. They once used to pity the one woman they would learn to fear the most.

In human folklore The Dragon Dance was the breeding season, where dragons burned down villages to show their power, claiming ownership over the land near the mountains, announcing they would soon make nest. It was accurate, but not the whole story. Nobody imagined it could happen between a dragon and a human, with steep magic at play.

Regina was a sorcery apprentice and a brilliant one at it; Maleficent assumed she understood her offer to full extent. But when she realized Regina was only having fun and had no idea what they had just shared, she refrained from telling her. It had been a mistake. What was she to say? She had just cursed Regina to create life exclusively with her. At least there was the chance if Regina ever found True Love, her lifetime bond to Maleficent would become undone, so the dragon kept it secret once she realized her apprentice had missed that part of the lecture.

Months passed and Regina's summoning of her became farther in between after the rising Evil Queen tricked a genie into killing her despicable husband. Without the King, Regina needn't Maleficent's nightly comfort any longer. The Evil Queen soon found a pet to please her, doing to him exactly what she had been forced to endure all her married days. She was fully broken, repeating what she'd learned, always looking for people to make suffer her same pain.

Now that Regina was free, Maleficent posed a threat to her plans to cast the dark curse. She could become a weakness if she let her old hopes with the Dragon control her and make her stray. That was how Regina saw her after darkening her heart: as another enemy. And she carried a grudge because Maleficent didn't offer more when she needed it the most. It was too late now. Regina was dead and Maleficent would be punished as well for letting her slip through her fingers.

Long live the Evil Queen.

Maleficent tried to relax in her bath, summoned a glass of champagne in her hand, took a sip and closed her eyes, going back to her time guarding the precious life growing inside that beautiful shell.

A tear rolled down her cheek at the memory of losing her daughter.

Even though she recovered her, it still brought much pain knowing Lily had to grow up without her mother, under the custody of people who couldn't understand her. Part human, part dragon, she was different in her nature. There was more to Lily than just a rebellious attitude; she had been trapped inside a human vessel for too long. She hadn't ever been able to spread her wings—be free, and that was added to the unfair darkness they cursed her with.

Taking her mind off those painful memories and back to the present, Maleficent could notice Lily wasn't very fond of Regina. Her daughter had told her about her almost relationship with Emma when they were teens, but said she felt nothing for her anymore. But Maleficent wasn't blind; she had noticed the way her daughter looked at Henry and Regina, with jealousy and anger. Emma and Regina would forever be connected through their child, just like they were.

Emma's son. Maleficent sighed deeply.

It was absurd Regina had found a son in the son of the Savior but was unaware of her own child. Their world would have been so much different if she'd known she had a daughter with Maleficent: the child Emma's parents banished to a land with no magic, forced to grow up miserable while she – Regina – gave Henry everything that should have been Lily's.

Their child should have been with her, not Emma's.

But she couldn't blame Emma for that; it had been her parents, this was clear for her. Just as it was clear she would be lying to herself if she didn't accept she feltsomething when she saw Emma with Regina. But— no — she was done with jealousy. She was done with being possessive; it never ended well. It only caused more pain than any satisfaction it might bring momentarily when you believe you own someone. People aren't objects.

When you really love someone, all you wish for is their happiness, and all happiness involves having more love around you. If Emma truly loved Regina she should be happy for it. Regina deserved all the love life could offer her to make up for the torment it fed her in her early years.

Maleficent got out of bath, wrapped herself in a bathrobe and finished her champagne as she looked out the balcony in her room, up to the stars.

"I may have to love you from afar, dear Regina," she said into the darkness of the night.

She knew Lily only forced herself to be nice with Regina for the sake of her, and kept insisting to learn more about her origins because she wanted to know about her father. She wanted to know about the other half of the equation of her making. Perhaps he was a kick ass dragon whose mere mention of his name instilled terror in the hearts of men? Maleficent was too good for just any male in her daughter's eyes and she had this feeling that her other parent wasn't ordinary at all.

Regina, the Evil Queen. Maleficent was proud of that, but would Lily be?

It wouldn't be easy to break the news for either of them when the time came. If she was honest, she didn't want to let them know ever, but this was a ticking bomb in her hands she couldn't just sit idle in wait for it to blow up on her face. She would have to tell them soon and hope for the best. This was why once again the dragon couldn't allow herself to fall deeply for Regina. If Lily didn't accept her other mother, it would hurt too much to let her go again. She wouldn't choose a lover over her own flesh and blood, even if it were the very parent of her child.

Maleficent's love could only be fully devoted to Lily, her little spark of joy- her miracle.

Emma was in bed when she heard she got a text message. She picked her iPhone from the nightstand and unlocked it to read it.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Regina sent her.

Emma's vision was a little blurry because she'd been trying to fall asleep, and was sure she must have read that wrong. She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus her sight to read the message again.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Emma's heart was beating so fast even her fingers were shaking as she tried to type out a response, but she stopped when she saw Regina was writing another message in whatsapp.

"You left me yearning for a good night kiss… and maybe a little more. How cruel of you."

Holy shit. Fuck. What the hell is going on? Emma couldn't believe her eyes.

"Where do you want me?" Emma replied.

"Everywhere. But for tonight my vault will do."

"On my way."

She drove as fast as she could and cursed her metal coffin on wheels because it wasn't fast enough. The road to Regina's vault felt so long she was going insane, but finally she made it there. She had never felt this excited to be at Regina's creepy vault, but for a moment the idea crossed her mind that maybe Regina had meant to send those messages to Maleficent but got it wrong. Whatever. She would still be answering to that midnight booty call and see what happens. If it wasn't Emma Regina was expecting, she would at least make sure she ruined it for the dragon bitch. Fuck yeah Swan to the rescue!

"Regina?"

Emma looked where they always met to practice magic, but she wasn't there.

"Close, but not close enough, dear."

Regina's husky voice came from the other room, from the mysterious one she kept locked and forbidden to everyone.

Emma was nervous and didn't know what to expect, but one thing was sure and it was she wasn't ready for the sight that greeted her when the doors opened to reveal Regina with her back to her, wearing only underwear; a crimson ensemble of expensive lace, complete with stockings, fingerless gloves and some SERIOUS fuck me black pumps with silver metal heels.

Hot dam! Emma felt she would combust.

"I heard you like red," Regina sensually said to her from over her shoulder. "Now don't be shy and come to me, Em-ma."

Oh yes, oh yes. Fucking YES!

"Yes, Savior, do come closer if you'd like a taste."

It was now Maleficent's voice Emma heard.

Oh hell no.

Emma was beginning to back down, but Regina walked up to her in her hot heels from hell, gently put her hands around her neck and leaned to whisper in her ear: "I thought you wanted to play," the brunette said faking innocence as she brushed her lips over Emma's earlobe. "We could have so much fun together," she moaned into Emma's ear and the younger woman felt a wave of heat rise in her intimate parts.

Holy shit, Satan! Emma felt very horny but she didn't want to admit it.

"I can smell your arousal, naughty girl, it's no use to deny your lust," Maleficent was now behind her.

Emma was caught in between Regina and Maleficent. She was being sandwiched!

O.M.G.

Calm down, Emma, you can handle this, you're the fucking Savior.

Oh shit! Oh shit!

"I'm not big on sharing…" Emma finally could talk.

"You don't have to," Regina told her as she turned to smile to Maleficent.

"We'll do that for you, little duckling," Maleficent said.

The two experienced sorceresses worked in team to begin removing Emma's red leather jacket carefully, all while Emma was still debating whether to stay or if she should poof away. But she was taking her time to decide and it only could mean she didn't really want to go.

Fuck it!

Emma pulled Regina closer and kissed her hungrily, letting her hands roam that body she'd longed to touch ever since they shared that apple cider in her library.

Mmmh, Regina moaned into the kiss as Emma squeezed her ass, meanwhile Maleficent cupped Emma's breast from behind, under her shirt, causing Emma to moan this time. The Sheriff had come bra-less.

"Good girl," Maleficent praised her. "Now let us see what the White Knight hides under her armor."

Emma lifted her arms and allowed Regina to pull out her tank top and Maleficent removed her hands to reveal Emma's beautiful, perky breasts.

"You look delicious, Miss Swan," Regina said, touching gently her toned abs.

In a different context hearing Regina "Miss Swan" her would have sent her off, but in this one, sweet lord have mercy on her soul, she was so aroused.

"You've always had a good taste in women, Regina," Maleficent winked at her.

"She does," Emma admitted.

Maleficent was breathtaking too, no lie. Emma was so hot this moment she was finding it easier and easier to interact with the both of them in this bizarre scenario. She turned her head to the side and Maleficent understood the invitation to kiss the pink lips of the Savior, and blue eyes locked gazes with a very aroused Regina that was enjoying the view.

Regina placed her mouth over Emma's left breast and suckled at her nipple gently, all while Maleficent's sneaky hands began working at the jean's zipper to ease it down.

Oh my God! Emma was super horny.

"Fuck me," she found herself nearly begging.

"Whom?" Regina asked.

"I don't care as long as you get me off."

Maleficent and Regina grinned at each other.

"You met her first, Regina, it's only fair you get the honors," Maleficent said.

"Unless you're ready for the… double fun, dirty girl," the dragon woman smacked Emma's ass.

And with that spank, Emma finally woke up from her wet dream.

Oh my fucking God, what the hell was that?!

Note: Can you believe I made an update? I hope this sticks. I really want to finish this one.