Gloriana– my Tudor Court AU with Emma as Elizabeth I and Killian as a mix of Robert Dudley and Francis Drake – was one of those fics that I did intend to continue but time just got away from me, and it did work as a one shot so I left it as it was. But I had started writing a second part forever ago and when I got this message I pulled up the file, reread it and my inner history nerd came out again….
….7,000 words later, here is Part 2. I always envisioned this as a non-linear story anyway, so there’s two flashback scenes plus a scene that takes place after part 1 and I’ve included the night at Hatfield referenced in this line, “She hadn’t been a virgin since that night at Hatfield House lo those many years ago, when Killian had taken her to his bed and made her a woman in his arms, ruining her for any other man from that day forward.”
(rated M)
Part 1 is here on Tumblr and the fic is posted on ff.net here
Gloriana – Part 2
Hampton Court Palace Some Time Ago
“I do not believe we have been properly introduced, my lord.”
“We have not, but I’m afraid I must correct you, Your Highness, as I am not a lord.”
“And I must correct you, good sir, as I am simply Lady Emma and in my sister’s court it is a foolish mistake to call me Highness.”
The tall man with bright blue eyes that reminded Emma of the sea leaned down slightly in a graceful hint of a bow and lowered his voice so that it carried only to her ears, “I assure you I am no fool, Your Highness. My name is Killian Jones, and I have come to court to swear my service solely to the Princess Emma, lawful daughter of the great King David and true heiress to the throne of England.”
Across the room Philip of Spain bowed somewhat stiffly to Emma’s half sister Mary, daughter of her late father David and his first wife, the repudiated Kathryn. The whole of the court was there to celebrate their marriage, including Emma, the rather inconvenient heiress presumptive who Mary could hardly bear the sight of at times but couldn’t quite ignore completely. The courtiers tended to follow their queen’s lead and few were brave enough to be seen conversing openly with Mary Blanchard’s daughter. Queen Mary’s memory was long and her hatred of the dark haired siren of a woman who had drawn her father away from Kathryn had never abated over the years, frequently spilling over to the only child of the passionate union between king and commoner.
Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU
Killian had the entire bus ride out to the wilds of Musselburgh to get a grip on his anger. A whole forty minutes to compose his thoughts, an hour if you factored in having to stop home to change. A leather jacket wasn’t going to cut it with this crowd.
It was Ladies Day at the races.
The one day a year when the movers and shakers of South Eastern Scotland congregated to blag their way through a succession of conversations about horse racing as if they had any clue. Anything to impress the boss, or seal that deal. The place was fit to bursting with moneyed types and semi-famous faces. People he’d shaken hands with at various luncheons and dinners, and other pretentious press events masquerading as dining opportunities.
He never grew used to it. It didn’t matter how long it had been since he’d welcomed Elsa and her not-inconsiderable trust fund into the family, or lived in that veritable mansion on East Castle Road. When it came to mingling with the blue bloods, Killian always came out of the encounter feeling like some kind of Dickensian orphan, who’d accidentally wandered into the wrong part of town.
Something funny about being off course; I’ve never actually regretted any of the places I’ve ended up. Take Storybrooke, for instance. Never in a million years would I have steered a course for such a quiet place, not to mention a maddening woman like your mother. And now?
In honour of the – ouat fandom crescendo – I thought I would create a list of my written works. Writing for this fandom has been an absolute blast. I have never encountered so many encouraging and beautiful humans all in one space and I could wax lyrically about how much you’ve all meant to me but no one has enough time for that, so-
Onwards with the listing…
Modern AU
The First Incident Public transport meet cute AU My very first fic, does what it says on the tin.
The Breach Counsellor!Emma & Teacher!Killian AU (i, ii, iii) (incomplete/abandoned)
Whatever Floats Your Boat Bookshop AU – MC Emma sells books; Killian buys a lot of them – it was bound to happen. Even though the first time she saw him she had wished he hadn’t come in at all.
The Postal Service Etsy AU prompt: Emma runs an etsy store, and when she goes to the post office to mail the orders, the guy behind the counter keeps smiling and making eyes at her
In the Heat of the Morning Prompt: shout out to the guy in charge of the train station at my hometown, who doesn’t limit himself to announcing trains
the rest of our lives will be just like Christmas By all rights, Emma Swan should hate Christmas. Except that she doesn’t. And nothing can ruin the holiday for her, not even when she ends up with far more guests than she was expecting, or when she loses her Christmas bonus– Not even meeting Killian Jones can throw her off.
It All Starts With a Dance 