|the curses affect
Author: xoitsCASS PM
rumpelstiltskin wants revenge. to get it, he enchants a pair of handcuffs and locks regina and emma in them together, forcing the two together. what will happen between them, since they have to spend so much time together? rating may change later on.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - The Evil Queen/Regina M. & Emma S. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 20,126 - Reviews: 145 - Favs: 164 - Follows: 237 - Updated: 01-03-13 - Published: 09-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8547487
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a/n: i just started watching the show a month ago and fell in love with regina (and swan queen), so this is how this fic was made. this just... randomly came to me one day, and I decided that I was going to write it out. enjoy.
a/n2: this is my first ouat fic. swan queen. mentions of red queen, hunting queen and golden queen.
a/n3: do review, please. it's my crack and inspiration. ;)
You and I get so
we begin keeping score
"What do you want, Miss Swan?
Regina's voice, though ever pleasant, takes on a sour note. Emma finds herself momentarily annoyed. Regina's standing in the foyer of her house, looking so put together, while Emma in her doorway, looking damaged.
"Is that how you're going to treat me after I saved your ass?"
Regina whips around to stare at the blonde with dark—practically black—crazed eyes. "I was doing fine. I could've easily won whatever was thrown at me." Her back aches for a second. "I had it under control. You're they'resavior. Not mine." She runs a hand through her short, dark locks.
Emma's not buying that for a moment. "Dr. Whale had you pressed against a pillar when I got there," she reminds the other woman with a slight tone of smugness.
"I could have handled it, Miss Swan. I may not have magic, but I'm not totally useless with weaponry," she says darkly, wishing she had a sword, hell, even a knife, on her. "But Henry was in the crowd. I don't intend on hurting him." The again hangs frozen and unspoken in the air.
Emma takes a breath, attempting to calm herself. "I still think you owe me something. An apology? Or, even better, how about, 'thank you?'"
Regina scoffs. "You want me to apologize to you, after you come to my town and steal the one person in my life that I truly love? You want me to thank you for warding of the crowd that wouldn't have formed if you just left town when I told you to?" She's in Emma's space now. "That will not happen, Miss Swan. If that's all you want, I suggest you leave my property."
"I—" Emma will never admit this to Regina, or anyone really, but she hates when the brunette is in such close proximity. She finds it hard to think. And breathe. So, she says the first thing that comes into her mind at Regina's words, "you're a bitch."
Regina seems dumbfounded for a moment, giving Emma a brief surge of pride, before composing her features once more. "Excuse me?" she growls.
"You, Regina Mills, are the biggest high-grade bitch I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Not only did you ruin my life, and the life of my whole fuckin' family, but you almost ruined my son's life. And you're not even sorry. So, yeah. An apology would be nice and a thank you would be pretty fucking sweet, too." She and Regina are pretty much nose to nose by this point.
"Make accusations all you want, Miss Swan. No apologies are coming out of my mouth. That is a promise." She gives Emma her signature smirk.
Emma makes a noise of annoyance, feeling her anger rise as Regina simply leans against the door, still her hot self despite the fact that she was probably crying earlier, and looking like she truly doesn't give a fuck about anything. It annoys Emma beyond comprehension.
"I don't get it."
"Get what, Miss Swan?" Regina sighs in annoyance.
Emma searches for the right words. "How you're so comfortable with everything you did. I don't get it."
"It's not your business how I feel about what I did, Miss Swan. You have the reason, I'm undoubtedly sure, so why does how I feel about this whole ordeal matter?"
"I just want some sense of relief. That maybe you feel bad or feel guilty for the shit you put us all through to get your revenge. You ruined everyone's happiness to get back at Mar—Snow."
"Like I said, Miss Swan. It's not your business. And, I didn't get my revenge so my hard work was all for nothing," she snarls at the blonde, pushing Emma back from her space. "Don't assume you know me, Miss Swan. You only know one part of me, and that's the part I created for this world. You don't know anything." Her voice is so low, so dangerous.
Before Emma can answer, a knock on the door causes her to snap out of her mind and into her surroundings. Gripping the sword she stashed in a holder on her jeans, she goes to open the door. Why am I protecting Regina? The question burns in her mind.
Emma notices Mr. Gold—or Rumpelstiltskin, she'll never get used to that one—and a very beautiful young woman beside him. Emma can see the girl is slightly confused, but not nervous in the least.
Regina straightens her back. "Ah, Rumpelstiltskin," she sneers. "To what do I owe this particular pleasure?" Emma makes a mental note to ask her about what she means by that later, but for now, she concentrates on the conversation. Regina's dark eyes land on the stunning girl beside him. "I see you and beautiful Belle have reunited. That's great, dear. I'm happy for you." A familiar smirk etches upon her features.
Belle? Emma thinks vaguely as she stares at Regina and Rumpelstiltskin in awe. Well, that's quite unexpected.
"I know you lied to me, dearie," Rumpelstiltskin says in a matter-of-fact tone. "You told me she died. I mournedher. And then I come to find you locked her up, before your curse! You couldn't of set her free and given her a new life?"
Regina shrugs, a gesture that Emma, before it, was sure Regina would never ever do. "She was an asset. I know if you had her, you'd never help me with the curse. And, be thankful she's alive, I could've killed her." Her eyes blaze now. "Who told you?"
Her question ignored, Belle puts her hand on Rumpelstiltskin's arm, attempting to calm him. "Don't give into your hate, Rumpel. Don't hurt Regina or Emma," she murmurs soothingly.
Emma stands still for a second, shell-shocked. Rumpelstiltskin actually listens to Belle, and Emma just stares.
"I won't hurt them," he promises and before Emma and Regina can do—or say—anything in response, handcuffs are slapped on both their wrists. "This, dearie, is my payback. Her Majesty may not have her magic, but I do. The cuffs are enchanted, dearies. It can only be unlocked by my magic. And, if either one of you gets hurt—or feels pleasure, discomfort—the other will feel it. Think of it as… an unwilling bond, of sorts." He grins evilly.
"Why are you getting payback on me?" Emma screeches, narrowing her eyes at the man. "I did nothing wrong. If it wasn't for me, Belle wouldn't even know you fucking exist."
Regina's jaw unhinges. "Yes, why are you seeking payback from Miss Swan, Rumpelstiltskin? It's a curious thought, considering she is your savior, too." She looks at Belle, her gaze darkening. "Yours too, dear." She really doesn't believe Emma is any kind of savior, but she wants to get out of this mess and if pleading about Emma's savior-like abilities is the only way to do it, so be it.
"Because she's helping you, dearie, and I know being handcuffed to her for as long as I see fit will be payback. In fact, it's a rewarding way to get payback without violence." He smirks now, getting in Regina's personal space. "You're lucky I promised Belle earlier that I would not hurt you, because believe me, I want to."
His voice is low, lower than Emma has ever heard it, and far more dangerous. The normally chipper-voiced man and his change of tone unnerves her. "Okay," Emma finds herself saying. "What do we have to do to get out of this shit? I'm not in the mood to be handcuffed to her. If I wouldn't be hurting myself in the process, I'd chop her arm off so I can be free."
"Classy," Regina sneers.
Rumpelstiltskin laughs, leading Belle at the door. "Have fun, dearie. Enjoy your new accessory." And he's gone, nowhere in sight.
Regina slams the door out of rage; fully aware that Emma's wrist is probably in pain from all the moving around she's doing. Fortunately for Regina, she doesn't really care whether or not Emma is in discomfort. This whole thing is a wild disaster.
She stands still, and she and Emma just look at each other for a moment. Neither of them turns away, but they don't look each other in the eyes either. The silence is louder than it was when people were talking; full of white noise and static in their ears.
"What are we going to do about this?" Regina breaks the silence first, her dark, stormy eyes nearing toward Emma's much lighter ones.
Emma opens her mouth to speak but she closes it again, very much resembling a fish. "I—" She bites down on her bottom lip, meeting Regina's gaze for a few beats before her eyes dart down to the metal attached to their wrists, conjoining their bodies. "I really have no idea. This is bullshit. I could kill him."
"You and I both," Regina growls, her fingers flying to the handcuffs. She studies them, and she sees no difference than the ones that Graham had, that she remembers. But then again, enchantments are normally invisible. "I swear when I get out of this, I really will kill him." She's deadly serious, too. No way is she going to let that little imp get away with this unharmed. She, too, will have her revenge.
Emma shivers, not doubting Regina's promise for a second. "Let's just… try to deal." It's a pathetic excuse for a suggestion, but it's the only thing that pops into her mind as she looks up at Regina's face.
"Try to deal," Regina repeats. "I can't stand being within ten feet of you, Miss Swan, much less being barely two feet apart. How will I use the washroom? How will I shower?"
Emma bites her bottom lip once more. I didn't think of that, she thinks begrudgingly. It will be awkward, indeed. With a sigh, Emma decides she doesn't want to fight the whole time they're in this situation. So, she says, "on the plus side, no one will hurt you if they know that it will hurt me as well," to try to lighten the mood.
"I suppose," Regina says absent-mindedly. She looks out the window. "It's getting dark."
Emma nods. "It is. I should contact my par—no, it's still too weird. I should call or go see Snow and James so they know the… predicament we're in. You never know if an angry mob might come back."
"I hardly think calling them will get the point across on how crucial it is that this be fixed," Regina says, making a show of dangling their arms in the air to prove her already solid point.
"So… we're going to see them?"
"Isn't that what I just said, Miss Swan?" Annoyance seeps through every pore of Regina's.
Emma grumbles and goes for the doorknob. "You don't have to be a bitch. You're not the only one in this, you know. Come on." She tugs on their handcuffs, forcing Regina forward.
Unfortunately, Emma underestimates just how light Regina really is—she may be small, but she has muscle—and Regina falls forward. Instinctively, Emma reaches out and she catches the brunette before she falls to the floor. Emma's hand is now on Regina's hip, while Regina's hands are on her thigh. It's an uncomfortable position, and Emma hates the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach at the contact.
"Sorry," Emma murmurs as she let's Regina go. Regina simply looks at Emma in complete disdain as she rips her fingers away from Emma's thighs—but not before she allows them to lightly graze over her hip.
"Perhaps you should allow me to follow behind you on my own accord, Miss Swan, instead of pulling me." Regina's voice is calm, cool and collected. Not the least bit awkward.
"I said I was sorry," Emma snaps. "Now will you please hurry up before it gets completely dark and we can't see where we're going?" She's getting impatient now, and she even taps her foot.
Regina smirks. "Patience is a virtue, dear." But she walks out of the house anyway, closing the door behind her. "Let's make this quick. I don't want to do this anymore than you do."
"You could try being nice for once, Regina."
"Being nice to a person implies that I care about their feelings, Miss Swan. And I don't care about yours."
Ouch, low blow. "Well, you can at least pretend while around everyone else so they're willing to help us," she grounds out, annoyed at herself for the hurt bubbling to the surface over her comment.
"Do be quiet, Miss Swan, and get a move on. I'd like to get this over with before nightfall."
"What is she doing here?"
As soon as Emma and Regina walk into Granny's, everyone turns to look at them. From how they're standing, it makes it look like they're holding hands.
"Rumpelstiltskin placed an enchantment on this pair of handcuffs," Regina says before Emma gets a chance to. She nudges her chin toward the metal on their respective wrists. "And we can't remove them without his magic." When no one says anything, Regina continues, unfazed. "And neither of us can get hurt, because the other will feel it. It's a strange bond enchantment. I've heard of it, but I've never seen it done. Some witches do it to their children to get them to get along."
The crowd stares at the former Mayor, clearly dumbfounded by her words. She just looks at them, feigning innocence. "Well, now that you all know, I suppose Miss Swan and I can go back to my mansion."
Snow White comes to the middle of the diner, directly in front of Emma and Regina.
"Why did he do this?"
Emma looks at Regina, as if to say, I'm not getting you out of this. Regina hardly heeds her look and simply answers, "I locked up his love so he's getting revenge in a way that won't break his promise to her—which is being non-violent—and a way to still get me back."
"His love?" It's Leroy who asks this. Go figure. "He has a love? Rumpelstiltskin, the golden creep, has a love?"
"She's quite lovely, actually," Regina says absently. She feels herself slowly slipping back into the personality of The Evil Queen, her wit coming through. "Her name means beauty."
Red perks up. She knows who Regina's talking about. She's seen the girl quite a few times. "Wait, Rumpelstiltskin and Belle?"
"Duh," Henry says, glaring at Regina. "My mo—I mean, The Evil Queen told Rumpelstiltskin that Belle was dead after he rejected her and set her free, when in fact, she was locked in The Evil Queen's tower."
Everyone heard Henry's slip up, but no one comments on it. Although, a small triumphant look crosses Regina's face. He still considers her his mother, after all of this. That means something, right?
"We didn't come here for gossip," Emma growls. "We came here to fix this problem." She waves her and Regina's hands in the air, much to Regina's chagrin.
"Would you stop that, Miss Swan," Regina mutters, rubbing at her sore—and quite red—wrist, feeling indents from the metal on her creamy flesh.
Emma huffs. "We need someone to convince Mr. G—Rumpelstiltskin to set us free. Get his revenge some other way." Regina gives her a pointed look. "Or not at all," she adds.
"Why should we help?" Leroy asks, eyes narrowed on Regina. "She sent us here. She deserves to be punished." People gape at him, and Snow gives him a disapproving look. A momentary look of shame crosses his face. "Fine, I'm in to help, only because the Princess is involved."
"He won't listen to anyone."
Everyone looks toward Cinderella, who is rocking her baby back and forth in her arms. "He's stubborn. He won't let up until he feels like Regina has suffered. Trust me, I've been in a situation with him. He's not the kind of person you'd want to anger, especially now that he has magic. I'd just… let it simmer."
As if a light bulb flashes atop Emma's head, she grins. "Maybe after a few days—or however long he needs—we can talk to Belle and try to get her to change his mind. He's completely whipped!"
"For a Princess, you are quite crass," Regina comments vaguely.
"For someone attached to a person who's still saving your ass, you're a bitch."
Regina merely rolls her eyes. "Are we through here? I'd much rather be in my home than out with Miss Swan dangling on my arm." She goes to turn when she's wrenched back. "Would you stop that?"
"What about Henry?"
Regina looks at Henry, and then at Emma. "I assume he doesn't want to come with us, since he'll be forced to once again share the same living environment as me." Hurt flashes over her features briefly before she shakes them off. Emma notices it, of course. "But if he wants to, I have no qualms."
Everyone turns their eyes toward Henry. "I—" He looks at Emma, and she nods her head slowly. "I'm coming with you guys." He trots over to Emma, staying on her side, firmly away from his adoptive mother.
"Splendid. May we leave?"
"And you tell me that I'm impatient."
"A few ground rules, Miss Swan," Regina says as she and Emma walk into her mansion. Henry's already in the house, he ran in before they even got up the walkway, and he's planted firmly in his room.
Emma rolls her eyes. "I should've expected. What are they?" She tries not to sound too annoyed; after all, this is probably a stretch for Regina, being so attached to someone. Pun intended.
"You will help out. I know you can't cook, that's pretty clear, but I do expect you to do the dishes while I watch." She grins, almost playfully. "Also, when we have to use the facilities, you will look away. When we have to shower, you will look away. When I have to cook dinner, you will stay out of my way. Understood?"
Emma huffs, feeling her anger rise. "Why are you the only one with ground rules?"
"Because, Miss Swan, it's my house."
Shit, Emma thinks, didn't think of that. "Okay, fine. Deal." She and Regina walk, surprisingly in unison, toward the kitchen. Emma looks at Emma for a moment. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did, dear."
Emma gives her a look but goes on with the actual question—or rather, request—anyway. Since when is Regina humorous? Sarcastic, yes. Witty, of course. Bitchy, always. But funny? Hardly. "Can you at least call me by my name? Since we're going to be sharing a bed and a bedroom and a house. I think I deserve to be called Emma, don't you?"
"I will call you by your first name if and when I choose. I don't think you and I are close enough to be formal. Even if we are forced together by these circumstances."
God, it's torture sometimes. "Fine," Emma grumbles. "What's for dinner?"
"I don't know, Miss Swan, what is for dinner?" Regina snarks, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. When she doesn't get an answer, she sighs. "I don't know. Perhaps I'll make macaroni."
This vaguely surprises Emma, but she tries not to let it show, even when she blurts out, "you have macaroni in the house?"
Regina give Emma a look that makes the blonde feel stupid for even asking the question in the first place. "Of course, Miss Swan. Henry likes it. It's not the boxed kind, though. That stuff is not going in my body or in his. I make it from scratch, and I just happen to have left over macaroni from last week in the fridge. Saves the work."
"I—okay," Emma murmurs, taking hesitant steps toward the fridge. Regina allows it, walking behind her. "How much do you want?" Emma opens the fridge and digs around for the tupperware that contains the food.
"I'm not hungry, Miss Swan, but you can go ahead and eat," Regina says quietly, leaning against the counter, watching Emma with scrutinizing eyes.
Emma gives Regina a quizzical look. "Okay," she says.
Her meal goes by without anything said between the two women. They sit at the large dining room table, although their chairs have to be pushed closer together so they can sit without their arms having to be strained. Regina merely glues her eyes to the table, while Emma scarfs down the food. It's incredibly awkward.
"I'm uh, I'm done."
"Do you want a round of applause, dear?" Regina asks sarcastically. "You know where the sink is, go wash it." She stands; waiting for Emma to stand along with her and together they walk toward the sink.
Emma washes her dishes quickly, suddenly tired. She just wants to go to bed. They go up the stairs, after turning out all the lights on the main floor, and they go toward the master bedroom.
"Whoa, your room is huge."
"Classy, Miss Swan. Yes, my bedroom is quite large. Nothing like it was when I was in my land. The one in my land was far more… intricate and had more room. And it was far more homey." She pulls Emma toward her closet, where she takes out a short blue nighty. "Turn around."
Emma gapes at Regina. "Pardon?"
"Turn around. I need to change."
"What if you need help?"
"I wont need help, Miss Swan. If you've seen Henry's precious book, you would see the outfits I used to wear. Those were difficult to get into and out of. I managed just fine. Now turn so we can get to bed."
Emma sighs dramatically and does as she's told. She feels Regina shedding her clothes, and surprisingly, she manages to get all her clothes off. Emma can't help but peak through her hair to look at the older woman. Her body was glorious, from what she can see. The olive skin of her back, the curve of her spine, the delicate shoulder blades. She looks so soft. Emma stuffs her hands in her pockets to keep from reaching out and she looks away, holding her breath as Regina pulls her nighty on without much struggle.
"Okay," Regina mumbles, tossing her clothes—almost ungracefully—into the hamper on the other side of the room. "I'll… get you something to wear. I suppose this will do." She pulls out a shirt from her drawers, and a pair of shorts.
"They look like guys' clothes," Emma observes.
"Very good, Miss Swan. Yes, they were clothes Graham left behind while he was here," Regina tells her as she turns away. "Hurry up and change."
Emma blushes. "I, uh, I might need help. These jeans are pretty tough to get out of."
With an indignant huff, Regina's hands fly to Emma's jeans. In two hard tugs, she gets them off the blonde's hips. Emma can't help but stare at her in brief aw.
"How did you do that so easily? Even I can't get them off that quick and I'm the one in them."
Regina only smirks. "Practice, Miss Swan. Practice. Now hurry up."
Emma's blush creeps from her cheeks and all the way down her torso. What did that mean? Nevertheless, Emma quickly changes, with great difficulty, and she looks at Regina for the first time as she drops her clothes on the floor. She's truly stunning. Blue is her color.
Wearing a silk little nighty, that goes mid-thigh, and barely covers the tops of her breasts, she's beautiful. If it were anyone else, Emma would say that Regina's trying to seduce Emma by wearing this and by looking like that, but it dawns on Emma that Regina is just that sexy.
"Do you like what you see, Miss Swan?"
Regina's smug voice kicks Emma out of her fantasies. "Of course not," Emma shoots back with venom. "Let's just go to bed."
a/n: hope i got the characters right. hope you guys like it, too.