Notes: I actually love this chapter a lot for all of the wrong reasons, mainly because I’m kinda turning this entire selkie thing on its head. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please note there is a lot of discussion on the icky side of the male selkie myths which I find problematic and have decided to voice here. So, yeah, there’s talk of dubious consent and sexual harassment but nothing overtly triggering in my opinion. A special thank you to @aerica13 who is my amazing beta and a godsend because I’m shit at editing my own work. Also a thank you to @shireness-says and @katie-dub for being my cheerleaders. I really appreciate you guys. Also a special thanks to @cssns and @drowned-dreamer for making my CS Supernatural Summer pretty epic. Kerry did an amazing job making me art for this story. Check it out below! It’s absolutely gorgeous and unfortunately the kiss in this chapter isn’t as romantic but we’ll get there. Summary: All of her life, Emma Swan has wanted to know who her parents were and why they abandoned her outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. After the death of her partner, she finds has the means to do so and goes back to the place of her finding to discover the truth. When the trail runs cold, she has a break down and inadvertently summons a selkie named Killian. Emma isn’t looking for love, she’s looking for answers but unfortunately for her, he cannot return to the ocean until she feels happiness. Word Count: 4,600+ Chapters:Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Epilogue Rating: T+
Emma hated the Vineyard.
Though she wasn’t a people person, she preferred the anonymity that came with living in the city and the phenomena of being alone without actually being alone. It was easy to lose yourself in the hustle of the city, to turn your brain off and just walk aimlessly until you found something to distract you from the world for a while.
There was no word to describe Menemsha except empty and she could feel that emptiness echoing inside her. While she had found some sort of companionship in Ruby whenever she went to the diner, it never went beyond casual conversation. Emma wasn’t necessarily looking for friendship – she was a loner by nature – but she found she couldn’t lose herself in Menemsha the same way she lost herself in Tallahassee, Boston and Portland. The silence of the village amplified the violence of her thoughts and her mind had become a torturous reel of her darkest moments. She couldn’t sleep with the echoes of the loud piercing shriek of a baby she would never hold, the compassionless voices of police officers reading her Miranda rights and the false platitudes of the countless foster parents who gave her away ringing in her ears.
Normally when her demons came to bite her in the ass, Emma would throw herself into work but she found no solace in researching on her own case.
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.
It All Starts With a Dance 