Vampires and werewolves own the night, feeding off humans without recourse. As a Hunter, Emma Swan is dedicated to their destruction for her own reasons. But after the son she thought dead appears at her door sporting fangs and walking in daylight, everything she thought she knew is thrown asunder. Especially in Storybrooke, Maine, governed by a mayor who is more than she seems.
for the very lovely standbackufools, who won a fic-on-demand from me back in March and who’s been incredibly patient with me since- no matter how many time I tried and failed to write a prompt- and has been kind enough to let me make fanart for Pointed instead. I may have gone overboard with all the vivid imagery in that fic to play with, omg <3