Emma is left with a decision. Either she starts a new life with her family in the Enchanted Forest without Regina, or she goes after her and fights to get her true love out of Cora's clutches. But does Regina want to be rescued? After the events leading up to the new curse, the blonde knows what power Cora has over her daughter, Emma only wishes that it is not too late. It is a risk the saviour is willing to take and as she is forced to come face to face with the new Dark One, it pushes her far beyond the edge of a precipice.
BlackQueen and SwanQueen.
Set in the Once Upon a Time verse up until S02E09 before The Cricket Game aired. It then follows AU. The story will be published in three parts.
While reading listen to: Somewhere by Within Temptation and Pale by Within Temptation
Disclaimer: If I owned them, no one would ever see them again. They would be mine all mine.
Rating: Explicit R-17 for sex, violence, strong language and situations people should never be put in.
Warning: Self-abuse, non-consensual sex, rape, mother daughter incest and major character death.
Chapter word count: 3311
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Emma could not breathe. It was too much, everything was becoming too much for her. She had to get away from her parents. She needed space to breathe. It was like she was drowning in their goodness and being smothered by their constant support. It was not what she needed right now. She kept slipping into a routine which made everything seem like it was alright. But everything was not alright. Everything was fucked up. The blonde needed to be alone. She needed to deal with this her own way. When oxygen finally reached her aching muscles, she pushed any distractions down to where her former happy life dwelled. She needed to distance herself far away from her mother and the rest of the camp; it was the only way she was going to survive and it the only way she was ever going to find Regina. And time was running out. Emma knew this; she knew the inevitable was true even though she refused to verbalize it. She knew what she would find. Regina had been stabbed with the dagger and the blonde had witnessed the former dark one's name shrink away as her love's name started to appear upon it. And Emma knew how it worked. She had been told how it worked by her mother so many times, but as she continued running through the Enchanted Forest, the young woman shook her head, still refusing to believe it.
Perhaps she imagined it due to being beaten to a pulp. Perhaps the words were Cora's name. It had been dark. She had been exhausted. It all could have been imagined, a trick played on her by that heartless cunt but as the cold air hit her flushed features, she could not help but remember it exactly as it happened once more. Cora had ripped half of Regina's heart out and used it to enact the curse, ensuring that she did not kill her own daughter in the process. The woman even added a fucked up little twist to it all. Like all the clichéd villains of movies and theatres past, she revealed her plan to the blonde and the brunette beforehand, however, unlike those villains with their ever twirling moustaches and British accents, foiled by the good guys by some miraculous happy ending; Cora had succeeded in executing her design. The merciless woman had poured chimera blood and viper's eye upon the scroll, enacting the spell, the Curse of the Empty Hearted in her last sickening retort to make sure that in the new realm, Regina would believe that she truly loved her mother even with half a heart and Dark one's mark upon her skin.
Hot air slid down Emma's throat but never reached her lungs as she simply heaved it back out again, causing her to see little spots. But once again she did not care nor did she stop to rest. Bristles and brunches collided and skid by her in quick bursts and thuds, leaving their marks on the former saviour. These minor but continuous scrapings did not slow her down, even when a brunch hit her head on in the shoulder.
She did not care. She did not even stop to catch her breath as she felt her chest burn. It did not matter. Her body would heal, the marks would fade. It was all of no consequent as her mind governed her body so Emma pushed on, her mind switching to auto pilot as her legs simply carried her forward. She would not stop, she could not, but oh her body had other plans for as her right foot hooked around a protruding root stemming from the swaying tree, she was stopped mid stride and fell to the ground with a sudden thud.
Her face hit the dirt ridden ground first as her body followed soon after, toppling over into a trembling mess. She recovered immediately, or so she thought as she willed herself to stand but her body protested, refusing to obey her. Try as she might, she could not get up so there she stayed, in the dirt, in the filth where she believed she belonged. Where else would she be wanted? She did this. She brought this on Regina. That day when Emma returned through the well, everything seemed different. That day everything changed. But of course the former sheriff was too much of an idiot to see the warning signs or perhaps she even ignored all the warning signs. She had definitely ignored the cry for help screaming in Regina's eyes when Emma came to talk to her about Henry late that one night weeks after the blonde had returned to Storybrooke.
Emma had been angry, frustrated for no apparent reason and had knocked a few times on the former mayor's door but when it opened on its own, she entered. It was dark inside the house, the air thick with a strange scent. She heard a sound in the den, the room where Regina had asked her 'you don't think it makes me evil do you?' so Emma entered that room. Oh the irony of knowing the past was now harsh on the future. Regina had been there. Even in the utter darkness, with only the pale moonlight slicing through the window, Emma had easily made out the figure of the former mayor, the former Queen. But it had not been the posture of the feared Queen. It was not the Regina that she thought she knew. She had been slumped against the mantle, back half turned to her, drink in hand. And Emma had only stood there, the moon light both enhancing Regina's beauty and betraying the former mayor's drunken state. And that was all Emma remembered now, how drunk Regina had been. Accusing her of things Emma could not even fathom, saying she saw her and Hook together and somehow it hurt the brunette for reasons the Swan could not have understood. But Emma had ignored Regina's plight, her tears, her cry for help. The blonde had been angry herself, not understanding why she was attracted to this woman, why she was having dreams about her and why she was screaming at her that moment in time rather than helping her. To this day Emma did not know why she had not simply pinned Regina to the wall and fucked her frustration out there and then as she was wrapped up in all her god damn lust. But no, she had been too much of a coward it seemed and rather turned her words into disgust. She had left her there in that house and after that, all their words were of hate, so much so that she did not realize that Regina was in danger, that she was changing, that the confounded green magic from the well had fastened onto her more severely and insidiously than anyone could have predicted every time she became angered or jealous or even aroused.
And then finally, one rainy night, when Emma had come to her senses, needing to speak with Regina about why she was having theses lustful and violent dreams about her. She had felt her heartbeat quicken sensing something was wrong the moment she entered the house and then she found them, Regina spread out as Cora…
Emma's fists hit the ground, failing once more to stand up.
"No. God damnit." She whispered, the one half of her face still buried in the dust, dirt encrusting onto it. She felt the saliva slide down her lips as she started to cry. "God damnit!" she screamed, hitting her hands against the dirt again and again before slowly scrunched herself up into a little ball on the ground, crying silently now, mouth open as dirt slipped into her mouth and nose. She suddenly felt so tired. Everything hurt. She was done, broken. Perhaps it was better like this. Her dying here, alone, weak. She was of no use to anyone anymore anyway. Her parents could have another child, one who would make them proud. Henry had Neal. She could not let her child see her like this anymore. And Regina…perhaps it was better that she never found her. Better that her true love did not witness Emma Swan's swan song as she died and with that she just let go and slipped into unconsciousness, failing to realize that a pair of intense eyes were watching her.
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With every step Snow took, dread and trepidation filled her. She should have found Emma by now. The young woman could not have gotten that far, the brunette was sure of it. Her child was exhausted and not thinking clearly but even as Snow continued on, realizing she had lost Emma's trail, fear filled her. This was not happening. She was not going to lose her again, not here, not when they were finally together in the land she grew up in. But as she stopped to look up into the dark night sky she felt the familiar pelting of rain. Once again dismay filled Snow. She knew the dangers of the forest when it rained and just hope that Emma somehow used her head and found somewhere dry to whether out the night. There was nothing else she could do for Emma now but still Snow pressed on, knowing if she stopped now, then she may never see Emma again.
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The room was cold as music filled it, caressing and molesting every pleasure cantered nerve in Emma's body. This was not right. It was not real. It could not be. Emma's eyes widened as she stood in the foyer of Regina's mansion. The sound of rain falling could be heard outside. What was going on? What as she doing here? And what…music? She heard it ever so clearly, the sound of a piano being played. Her skin started to crawl. It sounded so familiar, the tune, one which was in every sickly sweet movie soundtrack to invoked a sense of sensuality and calm. But this did the exact opposite to the blonde for with each step she took closer towards the piano melody, Emma could hear the muffled sound of whimpering. And as she turned the corner, the blonde was met with the spread out image of Regina being fucked by Cora onto of the piano as the older woman played the actual piano.
Emma stood frozen in disbelief, the image both disturbing and for some fucked up reason arousing her to no end. There sat Cora, calm and collected as she continued playing with her left hand as her right hand thrusted a humming vibrator deep and hard into a wantonly moaning Regina. And what made it even more fucked up was the fact that the right side of the piano, the side where Cora's had would have been if it was not occupied, was being played by an invisible magical entity, not taking away the sound of the deceivingly soothing melody for even a second.
Black and white keys moved in synchronized poise but failed in comparison to the sounds leaking from the former mayor, clearly enjoying the assault as she panted and smiled in utter ecstasy. But it had to be a trick, it had to be. There was no way Regina enjoyed this. Her own mother fucking her. She would not allow it to happen willingly, would she? But as Emma continued to watch her breath hitched, feeling her own body react. Seeing the former mayor like this, regardless who was doing it to her, made the blonde wet. This flushed and moaning woman, arching her back and bucking her hips, it was the woman in her dreams. The moment was however short lived as she heard the brunette cry out whimpering and pleading Cora to fuck her harder, causing Emma to remember who was doing this to Regina. Cora. Cora was fucking her own daughter without breaking a sweat.
The blonde could clearly hear the sound of the vibrator thrusting in and out, wet sounds mixing with the music and it ultimately caused a moan to fall from Emma's lips. She could not help it. She was aroused, guilty yes but so aroused. Shame hit her violently and punched her right into the gut making Emma feel nauseous and then right at that moment, Regina's body contorted into what was clearly an orgasm and the brunette let out a low cry before falling back down onto the piano, trembling. Her legs were still spread, vibrator still buried deep within the panting beauty as she continued to moan in soft whimpers. And this angered Emma, even more so that she had watched and let this continue without even stopping or interjecting. But before the blonde could even move, Cora's head turned slightly to her side and her eyes immediately found the sheriff's.
"Care to join us saviour or do you simply want to watch, as you give yourself release while I fuck my daughter right in front of you again?" and without waiting for a reply she turned the vibrator on high and plunged the phallic shaped object into Regina once more, causing the brunette to scream both in pleasure and pain. And that was when Emma heard the rain again. She looked at Cora and then around and eyes widened as she remembered. This was not happening now. This was not a dream. This was a memory. It had happened before and as the rain became louder Emma shouted at Cora before the blonde was pulled out of her sleep by the heavy pelting of actual rain falling in the Enchanted Forest.
She was soaked and without another thought stood and ran. Emma needed to find shelter; her mother had warned her about the rain falling spells here, how it attracted creatures which would suck your flesh right out from under your skin and others that would use your insides as a means of producing their young. It was vile and she was not in the mood to deal with any of this fucked up nightmarish fairy tale nonsense shit here and now or ever.
So she ran and watched her feet, her shaking hands gripping her sward as she tried to forget what she had witnessed a few moments ago. There was no time to dwell. Again brunches cut into her flesh and again she did not care. She did not matter. Regina mattered and as the blonde's thoughts gently started caressing her memories with images of Regina and then Henry and how things were, and what they could have been like, Emma's eyes narrowed.
No, she would not give in. She would not lose hope.
No.
No.
"No!" she screamed, anger taking its hold and form over any self-loathing or self-pity ever befalling her. "No! I will not submit. I will not fucking give up. I made a promise." She shook as she screamed but continued through the showering rain.
"And she is waiting for me. Regina is waiting for me." And then she belted out her parents oh too familiar line. "I will find you, I will always fucking find you Regina," but making it her own. Fuck it. Fuck it all, she thought not caring if creatures of the boogie night heard her. She was invincible. And it did not matter even if Regina was the new so called Dark Queen. She would find her and she would make her remember, make her remember Emma, make her remember Henry. Running even faster now, using the last of her energy, the blonde nearly tripped but she did not stop. She must have looked like a mad woman, just like the ones in those low budget horror films, the ones Emma used to enjoy mocking back when life was simpler. Back then everything made sense. But she did not dwell on the past too long. It was not a luxury she could afford. She was going to find Regina today even if it killed her and suddenly she saw a cave. Emma quickly ran closer but then stopped. A lake. She would have to swim through it to get to the cave. But as strange sounds erupted behind her and fear as well as adrenaline took hold she jumped into the water and quickly made her way to the cave. Water gushed into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it as she swan, not caring to think of the dangers lurking underneath the water. There was no time. The surface was close and as she reached it she quickly got out and ran into the cave. Inspecting it with fire in hand, she found nothing but dry ground and smooth rock.
I was alright now. She would rest here and carry on her pursuit in the morning. Without another thought she used the fire to create a bonfire and stripped out of her wet clothes, easily conjuring up a new set, something she had been practicing the last few days in between her training. Her last act before relaxing was using her reserved energy to create a barrier spell, like the one Regina had taught her all those many nights ago. Her eyes saddened as she bit back another sob. No. She would not cry. Not tonight. Dry and warm once more she breathed out and rested her head upon the soft mass she created to mimic a pillow. She needed to sleep, truly sleep. And somehow she did not feel afraid of her dreams anymore. She was going to find Regina, she kept repeating in her mind.
Her limbs ached a bit, but she realized for some strange reason that they did not hurt as much as before but it was her heart which she felt like it hurt the most. Her hand moved to where it was located. Why did it hurt so much? Heartache was only a gimmick made up by pretentious hipsters trying to get you into bed, wasn't it? But as she felt her heart beat in short but strong thuds, she knew it to be true. This was true heart ache for the woman she loved. And oh did she love Regina. Emma let her mind wonder, lips forming a smile as she thought back.
It was difficult and unnerving, especially in the beginning but somehow the blonde had found a way into the former mayor's heart and as did Regina into her own. They were perfect together and yet so completely unalike it was a miracle that the brunette could even stand the blonde. But they loved each other. She knew this. She had seen it, the love in Regina's eyes, the hurt and blind rage Regina had felt when the brunette had thought Emma had slept with Hook, accusing the blonde while the brunette was in her drunken stupor. The utter distraught and utter pain when she had witnessed Emma being beaten and harmed by Cora. But Emma never stopped loving her. She never stopped fighting, even now, exhausted beyond reason, she was still fighting for her, and as these thoughts filled the blonde a faint white light began to seep from her heart. It was dim but it was there, building and budding in warmth as it grew in size. This strange feeling, it made Emma feel happy for the first time in weeks but just as quickly as it appeared it vanished, going unnoticed by the blonde. Emma was far too tired to comprehend what had happened and as she felt the ache return she once again realized it to be true. True heartache and as she touched the area which her heart was located, eyes closing, sleep finally taking hold of Emma Swan, the warm white light returned, surrounding her in cordiality and wrapped her up in a protective embrace.
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