“He loved making love. Not in the physical, sexual sense – though she could bet he liked that too. But in that old-world, courtly, talking dirty behind a respectable veil of suggestion, way. Except, on him, and with a face he knew looked like it did…Respectable? Only barely.”
Worried about Hook post 4×12, Emma goes to check on him. They talk. They Netflix. They chill.
Emma was thinking of Killian when she walked back into the loft after dropping Regina and Henry off at their place.
She’d been thinking of him all the way back from the empty house, since Henry mentioned villains and happy endings, even. Or, no, it was more accurate to say that he’d been distracting her since she kissed him goodbye at Granny’s with a promise to call him tomorrow. He’d given her that rueful smile, just as he always did when they parted. But this time it was a little more…bleak?
And really, Killian had been on her mind since their weird, stiff encounter that afternoon, the wrongness of which she now knew she had Gold to thank for.
@shady-swan-jones I am your very late CS Secret Santa. This is not your only present, but I’m not going to keep you waiting any longer and wrote this little post 7×02 canon based fic so I could get something up. So sorry for the delay!
Emma finds that peppermint helps with the nausea – morning sickness is a bit of a misnomer, she’s queasy all day at times – and she steals candy canes off the Christmas tree to suck on and settle her stomach. Killian notices (of course he does, he notices everything when it comes to her) and he brings home another box from the drugstore along with a stuffed penguin toy in a scarf and a Santa hat. The baby’s not due until April, but there are presents piled high in the living room already, from her parents, from Archie, from Marco and Granny and the dwarves. A package arrives in the mail from August, travelling across South America for the winter, and even one from Ruby, still somewhere over the rainbow in Oz. They have a new stocking too, hung up next to Henry’s on the mantle.
They both know her son (their son) won’t be home for Christmas, but Emma puts it up with hers and Killian’s and runs her fingers over the letters written on the felt.
Nothing helps with the heartache, not really, but Killian lights a fire while it snows outside and they cuddle together in front of it with mugs of hot chocolate, rereading Henry’s last letter and imagining the adventures he’s having while his half-sibling turns lazy somersaults and Emma thinks he or she is listening too. They’ve decided not to find out the sex, choosing to wait and let it be a surprise. But she dreams of a daughter, at night with Killian’s arm slung protectively around her middle and his warmth pressed to her back. A little princess, like the book she read once when she was a child.
“Come to bed, love.”
She falls asleep at the drop of a hat now, she’s not seventeen this time and pregnancy is flat-out exhausting. Killian lifts her up and she wants to protest, she feels like a rum barrel now, round, and far too heavy for him to carry, but carry her he does, leaving behind half-drunk hot chocolate and the ends of a candy cane, and the gifts for their children, both present and not. He leaves on her socks – her feet get cold without them, even when the rest of her is too hot – and tucks her into bed with a hand lingering on the swell of her stomach.
“We love you.”
He smiles at that, she manages to open her eyes enough to see the turn of his lips before he climbs in behind her and pulls the blankets over them both. She doesn’t just mean her and the baby, she means them all, Henry, her parents and brother. Emma knows he still has doubts at times (so does she, old habits, and all that) of his place in their lives, even after all this time. It’s been a long and winding road but it’s lead them here, and she laces their fingers together under the blanket and feels their wedding rings touch.
This is the true gift, one they give to each other. A new tale, like Henry and his Cinderella, the Evil Queen choosing to be just Regina, and Snow White and Prince Charming trading a castle and a carriage for a farm and a pickup truck.
Once upon a time he was Captain Hook and she was the Saviour, and they still are, but it’s not just his story anymore, or hers,
Hi, guys! I put together a very small lists of my favorite holidays themed fics (with some new additions, yay!). I hope you all enjoy. And happy holidays!
A Cookie Disaster by@word-bug– Killian prided himself as a patient man but he was one incident away from tearing his hair out and reducing to a ball of tears. It was almost afternoon and nothing was right, and his sweet, amazing girlfriend was almost tipsy from the spiked eggnog when her mother was supposed to come in the evening.He thought he had handled it all when he tucked Emma in. He was in for a surprise.
Small Miracles by @alexandralyman– Christmas is a time for miracles, and Emma Swan is an angel. Miracles are her specialty.
Happy Holidays everyone! I’ve written another Christmas-themed fic set in the BH&H verse. In Victorian London, the demon Killian Jones finds himself visited on Christmas Eve not by three ghosts, but by a certain angel who brings tidings of comfort and joy.
First Day of My Lifeby@piratesails – Soulmate AU where you get a tattoo telling you the time and place you’ll meet them + “mine says 11:59pm, New Year’s Eve, Times Square. fuck.”
Something About Decemberby@high-seas-swan– CS AU. For twelve days leading to Christmas Eve, Killian gifts Emma with a different photograph each day. These photographs embody holiday memories spanning from the Christmas they met to present day.
All I Want is Usby@high-seas-swan– A little holiday themed CS AU for you. Emma has convinced herself a smile from across the parking lot from Killian every morning is enough – it’s probably not. Especially if you ask Killian.
Killian: Emma, when we met, there was just one thing that mattered to me: getting my revenge. And you did something that no one else ever could, you showed me that a heart full of love was the most precious treasure of all, and one that I don’t intend to lose. They say that a captain’s heart belongs to his ship, but with this ring, it now belongs to you.
Emma: Killian, I spent so much of my life on my own, and then, Henry found me, and brought me to Storybrooke, and helped me find the rest of my family. But just because you learn that you come from true love, doesn’t mean you believe that you will never find it. But thanks to you, now I have.
Captain Swan in episode 6.20: The Song In Your Heart
It All Starts With a Dance 