Disclaimer: I dont own once upon a time or ed sheeran but my god how amazing my life would be if I did.
AN: This is my first swan/queen fanfiction its gonna be a bit slow going mostly cause im in finals for the next two weeks and my professors are evil being who hate students and give us hours and hours of work to do, Anyway sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes. Im kind of shit at that obvs I took some liberties with emmas appearance but her out there look is slightly important. Read Review please and let me know what you think im gonna try to do another chapter tonight.
Ch 1. Angles to die
The bus pulled into the station, out stepped a 16 year old girl. She wore black skinny jeans with a pair of ratty combat boots and a grey tank top her hair was long and blond and done in dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail and brushing against her shoulders she had 3 piercings in each ear a fierce roaring lion tattoo on her shoulder slightly covered by the guitar and bag strapped to her back. All in all she didn't look like someone you wanted to mess with. Pulling out her map one last time checked that her destination matched the sign: Storybrook Main. A small town where life is magic. Heh yea right she thought. Taking off through the town. After a while she reached a building that read Granny's Dinner. After digging around in her pocket she realized she had no money with a sigh she unloaded her guitar off her back laid the case open with a sign that said broke and hungry anything helps and began to sing
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, rain coat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately,
her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come to free us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die
The small crowd that had gathered cheered and tossed some money into her case before going about their way. gathering up the cash she was shocked to see had almost 50 dollars maybe this storybrook place wont be so bad after all. With that she went inside to get something to eat before she started on the reason she came here. Pulling out the papers that contained the name of the people who gave her life. Mary Margaret and David Nolan. She would find them and get them to sign the papers granting her emancipation and finally she could be done with all the tests and surgeries. For the first time she'd get a chance to feel some peace.