Surprise, @thejacketandthehook, tis I, your Captain Swan Secret Santa (not that it’s a surprise, exactly…stupid anonymous button being all flighty and stuff). This is a take on the story you requested, haters to lovers, with a twist to the concept. I really hope you like it. I had lots of fun writing it and getting to you know over the last month.
Oh, and this is also an ode to Charles Dickens, cause I love me some Christmas Carol goodness at this time of year. The title comes from that story.
Enjoy and Merry, Merry Christmas!
How to Keep Christmas Well
She should have known it wasn’t smart heading out right as the snow started, but she’d wanted to question her suspect before going to the Nolan’s Christmas party. She’d had a hunch about the guy, which had proved correct when he’d taken off in his Rolls Royce the second she’d pulled into his driveway. She tries to take comfort in the fact that her instincts were correct about the perp, but since she’s now stuck in a ditch in the middle of a snowstorm, she’s not feeling very consoled.
It was a gift from Mary Margaret. A Christmas photoshoot for the two of them. Half an engagement gift, half a Christmas gift.
“It would be nice to have some good pictures of us to hang on the walls,” Emma said, after explaining to him everything involved with a photoshoot. Awkward posing and all.
“Aye, I would like to have one on my person, too,” he smiled at her, leaning in for a kiss.
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“Why do I get the elf hat?!”
“With your ears, come on, you don’t even need the sewed-on fake ones!”
“Is that why there are pieces of thread dangling from this monstrosity?”
Swan was right; it felt awkward and unnatural at first, but they were able to ease into it. Their favourite photo by far was the one of them carrying a prop tree, even if they had asinine hats on. Killian had tripped. Emma made some stupid quip about him not having his land legs, and the way they looked at each other in that one silly moment made it all worth while.
Merry Christmas @elizabeth-madles !! It was fun being your CS Secret Santa! I’m glad you don’t mind the early posting, I’m being sent on missions for the next two days as I write lol I hope you enjoy this little fluffy Christmas nonsense 😀
Once Upon a Time, there lived a little girl in a land where the very air sparkled with magic, where the birds sang melodies in tandem with the waves, where the trees grew wild and tall, where flowers smelled like the richest honey. But, the little girl did not know magic for she was small and alone, her little heart too bruised and cold in the harsh nights of winter.
But one night, when her arms shiver and her soul shivers too, she makes a wish. A desperate cry for help to the stars that twinkle over her, to the wind that whispers in her ear. She wishes for warmth, for safety, for never having to feel hurt again. She wishes and wishes, never hoping, never knowing that it may be granted.
But unbeknownst to her, a fairy hears her cry and cannot help but grant the little girl’s wish. She waves her arms and a star falls from the sky.
When Christmas comes to Storybrooke, Emma’s surprised to find out that Santa doesn’t just exist in stories of this world, but just as real as her parents or her pirate boyfriend. Said boyfriend by the way will go out of his way to make this holiday as festive as he can for his Swan.
can you feel it right now?by @cutieodonoghue |ff.net| |ao3| |tumblr| When Emma Swan agrees to let her annoying neighbor Killian Jones join her to go to the grocery store, the last thing she could have ever anticipated is becoming his wife over the course of a conversation with some people from his past. (based off of this prompt: you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks i’m married with a baby)
“Are you ready to go, Swan?” Killian asks.
Emma licks her lips and tilts her head at him in a challenge. “If you are.”
Killian hums. He digs into his jean pocket and pulls out two very familiar gold bands. Of course. It’s all part of looking the part.
She gives him a hard look, but he just smiles and falls onto his knee, in the snow, and says, “Emma Swan, will you be my fake wife for the week?”
Emma rolls her eyes so hard she thinks they might fall out of her head.
“Get out of the snow, you idiot.”
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“I can’t believe I agreed to do this for you.”
“Think of the reward, Swan. An honest Christmas for Henry.” Killian says. “Well, not completely honest, but… a Christmas nonetheless.”
An aesthetic for one of cutiodonogue’s amazing fics. Your writing is beautiful and you never cease to amaze me with your talent. Merry Christmas Megan!!
It All Starts With a Dance 