Tripping Over the Blue Line (5/45)
It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.
He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.
They are both horrible liars.
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Bonus points to anyone who can tell me what Merida’s last name means here. Also, have some more vaguely emotional backstory. I am nothing without @laurnorder, @beautiful-swan & @distant-rose who are a constant and goddamn delight.
Hanging out on Ao3, FF.net and tag’ed up on Tumblr.
She’d come up with the idea at some point in the middle of the night – somewhere between flipping onto her back and trying not to break her neck from leaning against the arm of Mary Margaret’s couch and resisting the urge to groan so loudly she’d definitely wake up both Mary Margaret and David because this was, hands down, the the most uncomfortable couch in the entire world.
It felt a bit like lightning.
Or whatever metaphor she wanted to use that didn’t sound quite as ridiculous as saying an idea felt like lightning.