Her Royal Highness Princess Emma of Misthaven was exhausted. And bored. And frustrated. And mostly bored.
She’d spent her life watching her parents save the kingdom, inspire others and, just generally, become the basis for every love story she’d ever believed. But, now, on her own trip to Arendelle, Emma hadn’t done much of anything.
So, she’d left. She was going to see the city and do what she wanted. At least for a day. She just didn’t expect to run into an obstacle as soon as she left the castle – literally.
Rating: Teen Word Count: 12K total, but the first chapter’s about five and change and the rest is on Ao3 because words are fun. AN: This is a @csficformal gift for @fyeahcaptn Hey, hi Shauna! I was not your original gift’er, but some real life things happened and now here are a questionable number of Lieutenant Duckling words. Of which I’ve never written, so please don’t judge too harshly. I did a bit of stalking of your messages with your original Fic Formal’er and tried to include as much as I could. There’s banter, there’s fluff, there’s interfering Ruby and bed sharing and making out. Because I’ve never written Lieutenant Duckling, but I am who I am and kissing is my favorite thing. Also on Ao3 where there is a second chapter as well.
She didn’t see him at first.
That would, eventually, seem like some sort of sign, as if she weren’t entirely ready for him, but in the moment it only served to frustrate Emma and she refused to accept responsibility for the sound that came out of her mouth.
It felt a bit like a snarl, like it scratched its way out of her throat and the man in front of her looked a little stunned.
“In a bit of a rush, aren’t you, love?” he asked, a hint of a laugh clinging to the question and Emma’s eyes narrowed.
They were still standing in the doorway, her entire body buzzing with something that felt like a mix of adrenaline and anger and a bit of pain because the man in front of her was incredibly solid when she ran into him.
For the anon who asked “i would really love if someday you can write a fic where Emma decides to cut her hair because Hope is always wraps her fingers around it, i just think about this because of your last fic.” That last fic is here, if you’re interested in more fluff. All the fluff. Almost too much fluff. This is the ever continuing saga of Laura writing canon.
It honestly surprises her it takes this long.
It’s not for lack of trying.
Really.
She’s just got…things. Too many things, honestly. Enough things to make her head spin and make sure that the few hours – minutes, seconds, moments – of uninterrupted sleep she’s getting don’t really do much to help the exhaustion Emma is certain is just part of her soul at this point.
There is, after all, an all-realm to organize and Snow White’s documentation process and Henry’s trying to find a house and the dwarves don’t seem to have gotten the several memos, metaphorical or otherwise, that both Emma and Killian have sent asking them to please, for the love of every single God either one of us can name or have met, stop using the booths at the Rabbit Hole to challenge the Vikings to feats of strength.
Summary: Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer
As ever, you can find all of my work on both AO3 and FFN too.
This is my contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer (@cssns) and will update every Friday. As the prologue was so short, I thought I’d give you chapter 1 today.
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Artwork credit for this piece goes to my fellow Angel fan, @hollyethecurious
The young woman moaned a little in her sleep as she rolled over once more, tangling the sheets around her legs.
There was a moment of peace in the room, before she rolled back the other way and let out a soft cry of, “No! Please don’t.”
Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead as she twisted back again. The sheets were tangling up further around her legs, binding them together tightly.
Finally, with a louder cry of, “Please no,” on her lips, she bolted awake.
As she waited for her heartrate to calm down once more, she reached over to flick on the light in the room.
The girl took a few huge gulps of water from the warm glass beside her bed, as she used the back of her arm to wipe her sweaty forehead.
She felt like she’d just run a marathon. Every inch of her body was screaming in protest, and her mind was still a jumble.
She couldn’t remember what her dream was about.
All she remembered was an urge to fight.
A need to survive.
And one loan word, printed in the darkness.
Vampyr.
Emma groaned loudly as her phone blared from its position on her bedside table, alerting her to the fact that she needed to get up. Even thought she’d crashed before ten the night before, exhausted from helping her father clean and unpack their kitchen, she still felt like she hadn’t slept at all.
The alarm was promptly followed by her father yelling, “Emma. It’s almost time for school,” up the stairs, which had her groaning a little more and burying her head under her pillow.
The first day at a new school was always a daunting experience.
Emma had been fairly popular in her old school, back in Boston. She’d had good friends; a handsome boyfriend that she enjoyed spending time with; and had been doing reasonably well in all of her classes.
But that had all changed the moment her father had been offered a new job, in a small town she’d never even heard of before. And now, Emma was having to pick up and start her life over again. She had no friends in Storybrooke. There would be no handsome boyfriend waiting for her after her classes. And she would be starting in the middle of the school year, already behind on the work her classmates were completing.
It All Starts With a Dance 