Author | FlyYouFools
Summary | Emma decides to dress up like Regina for a Halloween party at The Rabbit Hole, a seemingly innocent decision that surprisingly leads to a relationship. The romance is openly feared by some and secretly despised by an unlikely source, who plots to end it. SwanQueen is endgame.
Warnings | Violence (this chapter)
Theme | Romance, drama, humor, angst
Rating | M
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Head hammering and nerves thrumming from absorbing so much unfettered magic, Emma fell to the ground once more. Her equilibrium was shot thanks to the magical beatdown and her torso throbbed with random burns from the blasts. Each time it got harder to stand up. C’mon, baby. I’m fading. Any time now.
“What, no candle lighting Em-ma?” Cora taunted, a perverse smile twisting her blood-red lips.
Hit with another blast, Emma’s limbs flailed loosely like a marionette with cut strings. She practically bounced off the frozen pavement, sand and gravel cutting and scraping her palms as she tried to catch herself. Emma rose to one knee, took a deep breath and slowly pushed herself to her feet. She chuckled and spat out a stream of bloody saliva. “I’m not wasting my energy on that. I’m staying alive so I can watch Regina kick your ass.”
“You’re not doing anything other than amusing me,” she hissed. “I am keeping you alive for my own pleasure. I could end your pitiful existence at any time.”
Emma stretched her arms out to the side, bloody palms up. “Bring it, you fucking maniac. I don’t give a shit.” Regina, I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can, I love you. And I think I’m going to die. I’m sorry, sweetheart.
A lupine smile stretched across Cora’s face as she wordlessly extended both hands and unleashed a continuous bolt of magic that rocketed Emma to the ground with such force it was if she had been hit by a car. Her lean, muscled body jerked spastically on the pavement like a fish out of water.
“You foolish girl,” she jeered.
Cora scanned the street once more. “Regina, I am getting bored,” she warned. “If Miss Swan could speak, she would tell you this is extremely painful. If you feel anything for her – and Gods help me, I know you do – spare her this pain. Come face me with dignity and allow me to end her suffering.”
“Regina, focus!” Nova yelled, raising her voice as loud as she had ever pushed it. The nun grabbed the brunette’s chin and physically turned her head from the window. “You have cried and you have worried. It is time to fight. Concentrate and fight.”