bisexual emma swan appreciation

send me a number: Anon requested 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7 :P → Favorite Platonic Relationship

Swan Beauty for my darling @scarletclarinet.  It’s been ages since I wrote this verse but this scene popped into my head when I was plotting.  Since it has been ages, a not to anyone reading: AU where Belle and Emma are foster kids who run from an abusive foster home and decide to go to Florida to escape the cold.  Along the way they realize they’re in love.

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“Do you hear it Belle?”  They’d managed a bus ride for the last fifty-three miles, thanks to Emma’s acting talent and a story about a grandmother who had retired to Florida.  After two and a half hours of ten different conversations happening at the same time it was hard to hear anything after first.  Once the bus pulled away, leaving one last cloud of carbon monoxide in its wake, things quieted and a slow smile spread across Belle’s face.

“The ocean.”  They couldn’t see it, not yet, but there was a faint noise coming from the other side of the highway.

“Race you.”  Emma was off before Belle could shout out a word of caution.  Her heart was pounding as she looked both ways, making sure no cars were coming.  They couldn’t come this far to lose each other to something so horrible as an accident.  Thankfully the road was clear, no lights from either direction.  Belle ran, the backpack she’d carried for more than twelve hundred miles bouncing against her back.

“Even five year olds know to look both ways,” she scolded when she caught up.  Emma had already kicked off her shoes and left them in a pile with her bag.  The pile wasn’t too far away, though; they had learned to keep their meager possessions close.  Belle added her bag to the pile and took off her shoes.  Since they had been riding and not walking she’d left her socks in the bag.  “The sand’s still warm.”

“Imagine how nice it’s going to feel tomorrow when the sun is up.”  Emma reached for Belle’s hand, looking away from the water for a moment to the sun setting behind them.  Every day they’d slipped paper under their clothes to block the wind or ducked into a public restroom to hide from the snow they’d fantasized about the warm sun of the beach.

“You know what tomorrow is?”  It wasn’t easy, or very important, to track days when they’d been just trying to find food and shelter.  Belle had noticed a newspaper at the bus station, though.

“The first day of the rest of our lives,” Emma said with a grin, squeezing Belle’s hand.  “We’re going to like it here, Bells, just you and me.  It’s going to be a lucky place.”

“Close enough.  It’s the new year.”  A year ago she’d been more alone than she’d known it was possible to be, her dad gone, home sold, and her history a file in some social worker’s cabinet.  And then she’d met Emma and everything had changed.  She was scared, still, about what would happen, how they would support themselves, what would happen if they were caught.  But Emma was holding her hand and as long as they stayed together Belle knew she could survive anything.

color palette meme @cinnamonsavior requested: spring skies + frozen swan

1) Jefferson notices that something is off about Private Swan when he doesn’t become woozy at the sight of blood from a gut wound like some of the younger recruits, he keeps an eye out after that. • Emma’s child birthing process was an entirely horrifying one and she barely survived it so blood doesn’t bother her in the least.

2) Jefferson doesn’t like the phrase “turncoat”, he much prefers “amoral opportunist” to describe what he does. He’s a traveller, he just happens to traverse battle lines and pick up trifles like maps, and key intelligence. • even he forgets exactly which side he works for sometimes, just that he has an endgame that never involved having to work out in the dark again.

3) Emma went to war purely out of spite, she doesn’t have a sense of patriotic duty. She has no love for the British, or sympathizers but she only wants to really hurt the founder of the house that’s taking “care of” her little boy.

4) Jefferson loves to poke at Emma, teasing about the filth on her boots, her matted hair, and the hints of things about how “Ethan will never find a respectable wife if he carries on this way.” • She threw a snowball at him

Henry had only just gotten out of the building when he pulled out his phone and made the call, only waiting a few moments before he heard the other end pick up. 

“I need an adult, can you come get me please?” He asked, scuffing his shoes on the gravel outside as the crashing from upstairs persisted. 

“Is everything okay, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” The necessary adult on the other end asked, voice cracked and sleepy but sharpening with concern.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Mom and Grandpa are trying to assemble a bedroom set while Grandma is grading papers, and it’s getting kind of ridiculous. I can’t get any homework done here.” Henry muttered, wincing as he heard what he was certain was the tinkling of broken glass. 

“Alright, ten minutes, and do me a favor, let your mother know you’re heading out this time.”

“Sure thing, i’ll brave the flying wrenches and see if I can make it back down to meet you.” Grumbling, Henry hung up and hastily shoved his phone back into his pocket, making his way back upstairs to let his family know.

“Mom? Grandpa? Hello?” He called, anxiously peeking through the doorway and tensing at the volleys of cursing and banging coming from the guest bedroom. 

“Still here, kid!” Emma yelled, voice oddly muffled by what appeared to be nails between her lips, and a solid foot of oak headboard.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit to get some of my science homework done, is that okay? It’s getting loud in here, and I don’t want to get roped in.” He said honestly, ambling over to the doorway and staying just out of range.

He anxiously recalled the last time he’d been asked to help tackle furniture assembly as a bonding technique; they still hadn’t spackled the hole in the bathroom wall. 

“Sure, just keep an eye on the time and call me if you’re- Why are you in my house?” Emma started, her statement ending in a snarl as Henry felt a presence behind him in the living room.

“Your Majesty, Princess Emma, i’m here to pick up your son. He and Grace are in study group together. Didn’t he tell you?” Jefferson said, and Henry could hear the smile in his voice. 

Jefferson had all the charm of a badly socialized zoo animal, according to Emma but Henry just thought that they were too similar sometimes for her to like him, or maybe that she liked him too much and didn’t like that.

“He told me he was leaving to study, not that he was being kidnapped. Leave. Now.” Emma groused, crawling ungracefully out from behind the head board her father was struggling slightly to hold steady. 

At this moment, Henry understood a little more why Jefferson was behind him, and not beside him; Emma looked like she’d throw something at the man and the air sizzled with the tension of a poorly managing magic user.

“Alright, come on kid. Grace is in the car, I wanted to see if you’d survived up here. This really is one hell of a mess you’ve got going on.” Jefferson rested a steady hand on Henry’s shoulder and they were both grinning now even as Emma bore down on them.

“I’m all good, Mom, Grandpa, i’ll be back by eight, and you can quiz me!” Henry piped up, backing toward the door as he now put Jefferson between himself and his mother. 

As soon as Henry was out of the way, Jefferson gave a sweeping bow to a simmering Emma and dashed out the door just in time for the hiss and snap of purple lightning to see his coat tails over the threshold. 

“As always, Highness, it’s a pleasure to see you, and if you’d like to come up and get Henry yourself, you know where I live. Now, kid, let’s hit the books, I don’t think the Laws of Thermodynamics teach themselves.”

OTP/BROTP posters - Frozen Swan (Elsa&Emma Swan)