Like Musical Chairs
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nike_ravusTitle: Like Musical Chairs
Author: Alsike
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: EvilQueen(Regina)/WhiteKnight(Emma Swan)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~650
Summary: Regina's POV on the pilot.
Spoilers: I have only seen episode 1, so it would be really hard to have spoiled beyond it.
Sometimes she dreams. She dreams dreams of darkness, of deep forests, filled with monsters. She dreams about red hot iron, and poison, and that vicious, selfish girl-child who ripped her happiness away, who left her with only ashes. She didn’t even understand, that was the worst of it. She thought it was jealousy. Of course it was jealousy. You had to fight for your happy ending. It was like musical chairs, really, never enough to go around.
Regina woke up, panting and desperate, and hurried through her beautiful house, looked out on her beautiful apple trees, looked at her beautiful son, sleeping peacefully, like an angel. She was trying so hard to teach him the right things, teach him how to have a happy ending in a world where they didn’t exist. He resisted her every step of the way.
This is my happy ending. It’s supposed to be mine.
But it wasn’t, and that was what was sick and twisted. He was it, Henry. She needed him to love her. Someone had to love you, that was the only way. And he didn’t. He resented her. That vicious conniving Mary Magdalene, with her brutal innocence and naiveté, she had poisoned him against her. Since when was a bird loyal? A bird was a bird. It flew away.
Everything flew away.
And Henry flew away and brought back that slut.
It was strange seeing her, strange like déjà vu. She had only seen her once, through a glass: that pale kid in the hospital bed, looking so tired, looking lonely. Reggie (No, it was Regina now, always Regina; it was never going to be Reggie again.) had been lonely. She knew the look, felt it like it was her own, and she had wanted to reach out, just offer understanding, share the feeling of distance, of disconnect. But the doctor had pulled her away, and then there was Henry, and paperwork, and the knowledge that that woman (girl, really, just a girl) never wanted to see her baby boy again.
It was fine. Henry was hers now, and she was never, ever going to let him get away.
But now the woman was at her door, in her house, in her life. She was there like a slap in the face. Like a riptide, something inescapable, now that it had caught hold, now that it had begun.
Regina hadn’t been fucked in a long time. Maybe that was why there was something about the lines around the woman’s eyes and the downturned mouth that pulled at her. That classless hooker pleather jacket, mussed hair, and the casual way she knocked back the hard liquor, that was dangerous. Because honestly? Trying to seduce your adopted son’s birthmother was a way to lose custody like a lightning bolt. Regina had to make her leave. The woman needed to be out of town, be gone, not standing next to her son like he belonged to her, not trying to spill her soul and beg for pity with pathetic puppy-dog eyes.
Regina had no time for puppies. She had no time for strays. And this Emma Swan, though just enough of a bitch to be interesting, was nothing but trouble.
If the image of her wrists bound, arms stretched over her head, neck exposed as she struggled beneath her, marring the flesh of her throat with her teeth, jerking down her shirt to catch under her breasts, forcing them up and out, puckered and ready…
It wasn’t worth thinking about. She was gone, and all Regina could do was pray that she would never come back.
She dreams sometimes, what would be real vengeance? Fucking their baby girl? Or having their baby girl love her…?
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Date: 2011-11-06 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 12:20 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-11-06 09:17 am (UTC)That was amazing!! Would you mind if I posted the synopsis with a link back her on tumblr?? :DDD
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Date: 2011-11-06 12:21 pm (UTC)Please, go ahead!
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Date: 2011-11-06 03:00 pm (UTC)Here's the link where I posted it :)
http://thenshesaidteamo.tumblr.com/post/12418688139/regina-emma-fanfic-like-musical-chairs
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Date: 2011-11-06 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 12:22 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:19 pm (UTC)Gets me every damn time!
thank you so much for this
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:44 am (UTC)I do love me a prettily broken girl.
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Date: 2011-11-07 02:51 am (UTC)and all I have to say is, 'You'se best be caught up soon!"
I've never believed in the thin line between love and hate more than I do while watching these two on screen.
also *minor spoiler below*
Emma Swan is wearing the Queens shirt!
And I know you can think of a MUCH more entertaining way for her to have obtained it than what canon has given us!!!!!!!
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:45 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2011-11-06 05:02 pm (UTC)This was awesome!
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 06:54 pm (UTC)This was great, but seriously teasing. Like I only just got my heart rate up for it to end all too soon. Still great. Loved it.
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Date: 2011-11-07 01:47 am (UTC)Thanks!
yeah!
Date: 2011-11-07 01:38 am (UTC)Re: yeah!
Date: 2011-11-07 01:48 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!
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