#princess starter

[thecharmingknightemma]

@norringtxn​ starter I promised

Emma didn't know how she had managed to grab him and swim away while holding him with his head above the water, with that blasted tail that at best confused her, and simultaneously focus on using her magic to heal his horrible wound. That he hadn't drowned, or that she hadn't had the bad luck to turn human before reaching shore, was the real miracle. It was especially difficult to keep healing him and checking he was breathing without completely leaving the water, at least part of her tail had to stay in or she'd feel terribly sick.

But she managed, out of stubbornness, and perhaps her extreme need not to let the man die, not when she could save him. Then, maybe, this horror that had befallen her would make a bit more sense. There’d be a reason for her suffering.  He was breathing normally again, her hand still glowing with magic as she gently brushed his cheek, hovering over him as much as the water allowed. "Wake up..." she murmured, "Come on, you have to fight it too... Open your eyes..."

[imsensingatriptoikea]

Open || Imogen

Open to: m/f/nb Suggested Connection: knight, tutor, friend, servant, betrothed, romantic interest Verse: Princess in Darkness 

Imogen blinked as she woke up. She must have fallen asleep in the grass, as a shadow had fallen over her. She looked up and smiled softly. “Hello, am I in trouble again?” She asked, softly. 

[thecharmingknightemma-moving]

@thepiratehero

“I got it!” protested the woman as the drank men kept trying to dry the stain of ale left on her bodice with his own hand and handkerchief; Emma didn’t think twice, putting her own mug down and grabbing his arm to twist behind his back and shove his head into the table. “She said she got it, do you need help, kind sir?” she asked, lifting his head up only enough to hit the table again “Do you? Are you sure? Don’t you need more of this?” she hit him again before letting him go. He swung around, still clearly recovering from the hit, and Emma brought her hand to his sword, “Is this how you wish to die?”  Seeing the weapon, he retreated with a grunt, sending her a hateful glance.  “Please, go have your drink at the counter, “Emma told the woman, “My friends will look after you while I make sure he doesn’t do anything more. Are you alright?”  “Yes, thank you...”  “My pleasure,” Emma retorted with a smile, and watched her go before looking right back at the drunk man who had sat back with his friends and was still staring at her; she straddled her seat, placing her sword over the table and resting her elbow near it so she could tilt her head into her hand and smile at him. Go ahead, attack me. He looked away and she adjusted her position, snapping her tongue and muttering: “Yeah, I thought so.” 

[thecharmingknightemma]

@norringtxn​ + the thing

Ironically, it had been her anger at James that had led her to look for a distraction in the arms of a stranger. And now she didn't know how she'd survive the heartbreak over never seeing him again - which was why it felt like fate when he had come back from his journey before the window of time she had to stay would close forever. "I know it's really late, but I'm leaving in the morning and... I had to say goodbye..." Worried he'd close the door because mad at her, she just had to continue, words feeling unreal as she spoke them out loud: "I don't believe I'll ever come back."

Oh. She loved him. “I had to see you one last time.”

[thecharmingknightemma]

@xthesparequeen​

Christmas was such a lovely holiday, Emma was more than happy that her family had chosen such time to visit the kingdom and meet the queen, whose castle had only recently been opened to guests. Emma, being the heir of a powerful kingdom - and she liked to think it was also due to her looks - had already been accosted by some bachelors, and therefore had made herself extremely busy speaking to everyone she met so that no one would become a problem, until her attention had been taken by one of the buffet tables and the chocolate on it. She had pounced to serve herself a slice of cake, and unlike the more refined ladies there had not bothered taking a small bite. But it turned out that the princess of Arendelle was also not keeping herself away from the chocolate, and Emma giggled when their eyes met, waiting to have at least swallowed before walking around the table to join her. 

"Princess Anna, I must say, if this is how one celebrates Christmas I'll need to start the same tradition back home. The chocolate is wonderful! I mean, Arendelle as a whole is wonderful, amazing party, of course!" she corrected herself, "But... chocolate."

[thecharmingknightemma]

@norringtxn liked for the dramatic thing

He knew she had had a restless night, seeing as they had to share the room - at least they didn't share the bed, she had gotten a long couch there with an excuse so that her fake husband wouldn't end up spending every night on the floor - but Emma had minimized it, thinking it would end there. Instead, the first little pains had shown soon after, but they had been been forced to spend time in company and she hadn't been able to go back to her room and make herself one of her teas. Careful slow breaths, Emma had actually fooled herself into thinking she might get through it and get her tea in time, before it got worse. The first stab of pain had her paling while listening to other ladies chat. She had managed to bring herself closer to the door, behind people, keeping an eye on the strangers and not noticing that James must have been looking for her, not when she had stumbled and hold onto the cabinet at the side of the wall to stay up, rushing out of the room. She stumbled in the corridor as well and ran, actually going up the stairs before the pain grew into another wave of agony that made her drop on the floor, barely holding back a scream, her arm tightly around her belly. Why now? She didn't even remember what she had dreamed of - it had to be Arian, she had cried in her sleep. But still.

[thecharmingknightemma]

@fairestmusesofthemall au pregnancy from hook up!

She remembered as if it was yesterday; fighting with Pinocchio over the risks she was taking, being so violently defeated that only magic had been able to save her, through the healing water he had brought, and then the kissing in relief, the feelings, the not wanting to stop, the way it had felt to be with him - and then the fear, and the reminding him of Arian and how she wasn’t ready to so much as think about losing him too, how this could change everything, how she didn’t want that, and the quick reassuring words from a man who so sincerely cared for her, to the point of choosing not to discuss what they had done, to not ask anything and only comfort and promise he’d always be there for her.  And then, in the next weeks, to her credit she hadn’t avoided him, not on purpose; she had seen him less because busy, ready to travel for an important birthday, but had spoken to him when she had seen him, and she just knew her eyes sometimes had betrayed a new kind of softness for him.  She hadn’t known what to think about it. She hadn’t had the chance to rest and then start considering implications, or more accurately admit the feelings she knew she held, because she had been hit by the realization that something felt different, and soon enough Nova had confirmed it. As it turned out, contraceptive potions stopped working if one bled enough, and she was supposed to take one more after her near death experience. 

Knowing at Pinocchio’s door once feeling brave enough to do the honorable thing, she knew she must be looking as pale as when almost gone, for so many reasons.  “Can I come in? We need to talk.” 

[thecharmingknightemma]

@ofmagicalhats + pregnancy starter!

After the terrifying news, Emma had gone home, but of course not before swearing Jefferson's to secrecy. He was her friend, one she had given so much love to and who had welcomed her in his house and his daughter's life, so at least she wasn't afraid to trust him. She had come back to him days later, late, when she knew Grace would be asleep so that they could talk - and was now sitting with a cup of tea in her hands, needing to talk to someone about her fate now that she was pregnant.

"I have to get married... as quickly as possible, to someone who will pretend the child is his and... who can be good for my people. Either because he's already a good ruler to his, or because he'll let me control everything. I already learned how to lead this kingdom on my own, just in case, and thankfully my parents are still young so that's not urgent, but... this baby can't be illegitimate, that can't possibly end well," she explained quietly, "I was thinking of... William, the farmer, remember him? Man can still have children in their sixties. And he'll spend his retirement years in luxury..." And she wouldn't have to worry about a younger man losing his chance to love.