Notes: And here it is! My Captain Swan fanfiction debut. (And Tumblr debut, you can thank @distant-rose for walking me through posting step by step since I’m hopeless) I’d like to say a big thank you to @captainswanbigbang and to everyone who was a part of CSLB, you were all amazing and so so supportive, it was so great to be a part of this experience with you all! I’ve had a busy few weeks but I’m off now and I fully intend to immerse myself in all your fabulous work!
I’d also like to say an extra thank you to @givemelovelikecs for being my beta, for keeping me right and cheering me on. And also to @gingerchangeling for not only bringing this story to life with her artwork (here) but for also being the third pair of eyes this story needed to keep from totally embarrassing me.
Summary: Emma Swan doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to relationships. And now, fresh out of prison and with a baby in her arms, the opposite sex is really the last thing on her mind. At least until Killian Jones. He becomes her most loyal and trusted friend, but Emma’s unsure if friendship will be enough for him. Or for her. Will she be brave enough to risk her heart again? And how will things change when they find themselves amongst the meddling folks of Storybooke, Maine?
Rating: T
Word Count: 14,900+
Also on AO3
Winter 2002
In retrospect, the day she met Killian Jones had to have been the unluckiest day of Emma Swan’s life to date. Not in major ways, mind you, but in regards to smaller misfortunes, December 6th was definitely up there. It was the day Emma decided that despite the common belief, bad things did not in fact happen in threes, they came by the freaking bus load, one after the other after the other in the crappiest game of dominos ever.
When they’d met she’d been the epitome of a frazzled teenage mom, her hair had been pulled up in a messy bun that wasn’t so much a deliberate messy bun as it was a greasy matt that hadn’t been brushed in two days… maybe three days? She’d been dressed in ill fitting thrift store clothes and spit up and had smelled rather unpleasantly of sour milk. Henry had been screaming, her breast pads had been leaking… Basically she was just in desperate need of a shower and a lie down.
All in all, it wasn’t the best first impression she could have given.
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