A group of scheming
friends, a party, and question Emma thinks she might finally be able to ask.
I’m am so super excited to finally be able to share this with you guys! It’s been in the works for longer than you know, after I was prompted by a friend and I knew CSLB was just the right thing to get me into gear with getting it done. This has been such an amazingly fun experience and I’m so happy to be apart of it!
Major thanks to @initiala for her awesome beta-ing skills. I really enjoyed working with you and hearing your thoughts and perspective on things! And thank you for making me not look like a complete moron! ;-p
One of the cool things about CSLB is that you get assigned artists and I have to say, I’m extremely lucky with who I was paired with. These two are so flipping talented, I’m in awe of what they came up with! Not to belittle us writers, but artists like these ladies take our words and bring them to life and that’s just amazing. It was so fun talking to you guys and seeing the progress of your art! You guys rock!
Check out what they did, along with all the others included in this years @captainswanbigbang, because they are all amazing and deserve all the attention and love in the world!
It was, in theory, a good idea. It was, in theory, an absolutely fantastic idea. Because there was still, sometimes, a crisis or two in Storybrooke and nothing would be more chaotic than trying to find a Christmas present on Main Street, while also trying to keep said Christmas present a secret. Ordering gifts on the internet makes sense. It’s just a few clicks and online sales and the presents will be there in plenty of time for Christmas to be perfect.
Emma and Killian are positive.
Except then the presents don’t show up and it’s Christmas Eve and plan B isn’t so much a plan as it is just a bit of pre-holiday desperation and the entire town knows what they’re up to.
Rating: Mature’ish. There’s kissing. CHRISTMAS KISSING. Word Count: 11K’ish. And two POV. And fluff. So. Much. Fluff. AN: Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope everyone got what they wanted and then a few things they didn’t know they wanted and gets to eat all the candy canes all day. This story was so much fun to write and @theonceoverthinker deserves all the words and emotional payoff and fic makeouts. Here are some fic makeouts. A particular shoutot to @distant-rose for sharing the same brain as me and suggesting Killian’s present for Emma after I already wrote myself into that scenario. Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll.
Marco is not, in fact, asleep by the time Killian raps on his door – but it’s close.
It’s late and cold and the old man’s eyes get wide when he realizes what exactly it is Killian is asking of him, but Henry is already adding to the request and discussing design options and how long everything will take and my mom will probably be able to help…you know with magic or finding you magic…wood or something.
Killian chuckles under his breath, but he hasn’t really been able to catch his breath yet because he and Henry absolutely sprinted the last few hundred yards down the street and it’s after dark and, even with the detour for onion rings and grilled cheese at Granny’s, Emma’s going to be home soon and there is a Christmas Eve plan.
There are movies to watch and some popcorn monstrosity to eat and he can’t wait.
Summary: Two Emmas from different points in time switch places. Inspired by a classic (if unfinished) Doctor/Rose fanfic by rallalon entitled “Of Love and Waffles”.
Word Count: 10,770. Rated Teen.
Betaed by @j-philly-b even though I promised her fic for her birthday, and then all I sent her was an early draft of this and ended up making her work on it on top of that.
Emma eyed the Wicked Witch of the West from the other side of the living room. She couldn’t believe the way Hook just welcomed her into his house, as if none of the past had happened. As if this woman weren’t responsible for Neal’s death.
Of course, she didn’t look much like the Wicked Witch right now, she just looked like the harried mother of a rambunctious daughter. The daughter in question was currently armed with a Nerf bow and arrow and had taken cover behind the sofa after shooting Hook with several harmless Nerf darts. He took it completely in stride like it had happened many times before, and something about that fact made Emma’s heart clench.
“Sorry to be in such a rush, but I’ve got about a million errands I need to run today,” Zelena said, pushing her hair off of her face. “What did you need?”
“Have you ever heard of a spell that caused someone from the past to suddenly replace themselves in the future?”
“He probably hadn’t meant for anyone to find it, but he had left it exposed in the middle of the table, practically begging to be found. There’s standard fare, captain’s logs, temperature and visibility and any number of nautical details that she couldn’t make heads or tails of. But there were also sketches, some spanning the length of two pages, others sequestered away in the corners of a single page; small and insignificant. Some completed, others not. Half of a face, a clenched fist. The shape of a whale or shark fin, breaching a tempestuous wave.
Who would have thought? Captain Hook is a tortured artist.”
Merry Christmas, Alana! I’m your Hub Secret Santa! It’s been an absolute pleasure getting to know you over the past year, being pod buddies, and overall just being your good pal. ♥ I’m thankful for a friend like you! Here’s to another year of finding plot holes and sobbing about fictional characters.
Killian woke up first Sunday morning, far earlier than he
expected. Emma looked peaceful, no sign of the emotional turmoil of the last
few hours. He couldn’t describe his anger at the prejudice his precious Swan
faced. He and Liam got a few odd looks, the occasional nasty comment, but most
people saved their ire for Emma. Merlin knew why. She was beautiful,
intelligent, ambitious, loving and, above all, kind. She held her head up through almost everything, almost never
allowing those horrible people see how much their barbs hurt.
Summary: Moments before the Evil Queen’s Dark Curse whisks our beloved fairytale characters to Storybrooke, Captain Hook finally gets his revenge on the Crocodile. Twenty-eight years later, Killian Jones awakes in Storybrooke expecting just another ordinary day, that is until a number of abnormal occurrences disrupts his otherwise scheduled life. The greatest of which is a new face in town. A young woman by the name of Emma. Emma. What a lovely name…
If you would like to catch up, chapter 15 can be foundhere.
Killian’s reflexes were quick. He grasped her wrist and plucked her phone from her hand, saving it from certain destruction. “I know you’re angry Swan, but there are better ways to channel your frustrations about the twins than letting rage overcome you.”
“Really? Like what?” she snapped. “You know what, nevermind. I don’t expect you to get it.”
“Of course I get it,” he snapped back. “You don’t want to abandon those kids the way you were abandoned.”
CSSS Christmas to Countdown: Dec 24 – We Need a Little Christmas
Note: This ficlet is a part of my Christmas Countdown gift to @shipsxahoy, who is my giftee for Captain Swan Secret Santa. This one is inspired by one of her favorite Christmas songs – We Need a Little Christmas by Angela Lansbury. I kinda cheated with this because it’s more Captain Cobra than Captain Swan, but I hope she enjoys it all the same. Summary: Henry Mills enlists the dreaded Captain Hook into buying presents for his birth mother. Rating: T Word Count: 1,300+
Upon coming to No Land Without Magic, Killian Jones had learned to throw out his expectations and to accept the chaos and absurdity that came with the realm. He didn’t understand a lot of what happened in this not-so-sleepy town called Storybrooke, but he would like to say he was learning quickly enough that the mundane things no longer caught him off guard. Despite this, he was entirely unprepared to find Emma Swan’s son sitting in his habitual booth when he arrived at Granny’s Diner one Friday morning for his breakfast.
“Something I can help you with, lad?”
“Yeah,” Henry responded with a precocious grin. “I need you to help me make my mom happy.”
Killian’s eyebrows rose at the statement. He sat down in the seat across from Henry, more than a little curious to know what the young boy meant by that statement.
“And how do you suppose to do that?” he asked cautiously, motioning for a waitress to bring him a fresh cup of coffee. What he really wanted was a glass of rum but somehow he got the feeling that Swan would not appreciate him drinking so early in front of Henry, not matter how much he was craving it.
“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.
It All Starts With a Dance 