Since 2012, I’ve written a lot of stuff for this fandom. And I mean, a lot. I’ve written more for this fandom than any of my other fandoms ever. (This is not hyperbole. My ff.net profile goes all the way back to the days of Sports Night, for crying out loud, and most of the fic up there is OUAT fic.) My bread and butter is mostly Charming Family with some Captain Swan sprinkled in. This tendency of mine culminated last summer in what is my favorite piece I’ve written for this fandom: Wednesday’s Child.
Because really, who doesn’t want to write about this little munchkin
and this little munchkin
being thrust into the care of these loving parents?
Yes, a magical accident while trying to make Emma’s parents an anniversary gift leaves Emma and Killian as terrified and confused ten-year-olds who are left in Snowing’s care while Regina and Zelena work in the background to figure out how to turn them back to adults.
Snow and Charming get to know their baby as a little girl, Henry and baby Neal get a couple of new playmates, and
two lonely children learn how it feels to be loved.
This story was really fun to write and I hope it is as fun to read. You can find Wednesday’s Child on ff.net here and on Tumblr here.
Notes: I actually love this chapter a lot for all of the wrong reasons, mainly because I’m kinda turning this entire selkie thing on its head. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please note there is a lot of discussion on the icky side of the male selkie myths which I find problematic and have decided to voice here. So, yeah, there’s talk of dubious consent and sexual harassment but nothing overtly triggering in my opinion. A special thank you to @aerica13 who is my amazing beta and a godsend because I’m shit at editing my own work. Also a thank you to @shireness-says and @katie-dub for being my cheerleaders. I really appreciate you guys. Also a special thanks to @cssns and @drowned-dreamer for making my CS Supernatural Summer pretty epic. Kerry did an amazing job making me art for this story. Check it out below! It’s absolutely gorgeous and unfortunately the kiss in this chapter isn’t as romantic but we’ll get there. Summary: All of her life, Emma Swan has wanted to know who her parents were and why they abandoned her outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. After the death of her partner, she finds has the means to do so and goes back to the place of her finding to discover the truth. When the trail runs cold, she has a break down and inadvertently summons a selkie named Killian. Emma isn’t looking for love, she’s looking for answers but unfortunately for her, he cannot return to the ocean until she feels happiness. Word Count: 4,600+ Chapters:Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Epilogue Rating: T+
Emma hated the Vineyard.
Though she wasn’t a people person, she preferred the anonymity that came with living in the city and the phenomena of being alone without actually being alone. It was easy to lose yourself in the hustle of the city, to turn your brain off and just walk aimlessly until you found something to distract you from the world for a while.
There was no word to describe Menemsha except empty and she could feel that emptiness echoing inside her. While she had found some sort of companionship in Ruby whenever she went to the diner, it never went beyond casual conversation. Emma wasn’t necessarily looking for friendship – she was a loner by nature – but she found she couldn’t lose herself in Menemsha the same way she lost herself in Tallahassee, Boston and Portland. The silence of the village amplified the violence of her thoughts and her mind had become a torturous reel of her darkest moments. She couldn’t sleep with the echoes of the loud piercing shriek of a baby she would never hold, the compassionless voices of police officers reading her Miranda rights and the false platitudes of the countless foster parents who gave her away ringing in her ears.
Normally when her demons came to bite her in the ass, Emma would throw herself into work but she found no solace in researching on her own case.
It All Starts With a Dance 