My dear @thesschesthair , Merry Christmas my dear! *hugs* Not too shocking, but I’m your Gutterflower Secret Santa! I know you have been veryyyy naughty this year, and I’m hoping I got you exactly what your gutterflower heart wanted. OKAY…well…not exactly, sorry it’s not Colin…but at least what you wanted in Fic form. 😉 Hope you enjoy! Happy Holiday’s love, and be safe!
Title: Mistletoe Magic
Captain Swan
Rating: M
Summary: This is Canon Divergent from the 3×17 “The Jolly Roger” forward. Killian doesn’t give Zelena(Ariel) a chance to curse his lips. Also, with it Winter in Storybrooke, the group attempts to celebrate Christmas while Zelena makes herself scarce after being found out.
P.S. Thank you to my amazing Beta @spartanguard. You are fantastic darling.
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“That’s cheating.” Henry said with a smile.
Killian chuckled as he handed the trick dice back to the the lad. “The point is, you win.” The door to Granny’s chimed and he spotted David and Snow walk in, followed by another he couldn’t yet see. “Practice,” he told Henry and then got up from the seat and headed over to speak to Emma’s parents.
David grinned at the pirate, and then made introductions, “Hook. This is a friend of ours, Ariel.” Once the redhead was revealed, Killian tried to keep the grimace off his face from recognizing the woman. “She’s looking for someone who didn’t return to Storybrooke with the rest of us.”
The pit in Killian’s stomach grew as the the woman started talking. “He’s from a maritime kingdom, and he loves to sail. Perhaps you came across him on the high seas? His name’s Prince Eric.”
A lie was starting to form on his lips, but he stopped himself and looked to David. “Could we have a talk for a moment?”
Summary: Emma works in a call center simply to pay off her student loans and she absolutely hates it. She lives with her longtime college friend Killian who moved her in with him after a pregnant Emma was abandoned by Neal Cassidy. Almost four years later, they still live together, raising Emma’s son Henry but they are only friends. Emma is afraid to ruin their friendship but maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith and find out if loving Killian is worth the risk.
Author’s Note: I am so proud of this chapter as we arrive back to 2016’s Emma and Killian. It’s been a bit of a walk through their past to get back here so hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. (We will still flashback to their past every now and then). Chapter 6 should be up around Christmas Eve. Enjoy!
When Killian and Emma arrived at home, Killian went to his room to pack while Emma carried Henry, too close to his nap time to be his normal energetic self, to the kitchen to give him lunch and pack a cooler for their trip.
Emma sat Henry at his play area off of the kitchen where she could watch as she pulled a variety of food out of the fridge and cabinets for lunch and anything snacks for the drive out to the beach house. She called Henry into the kitchen and helped him wash his hands as Killian came down the back stairwell into the kitchen. He was wearing tan shorts and a light blue polo shirt that just made his piercing blue eyes even more attractive than normal.
In Neverland, before the big showdown with Pan to get Henry back, Hook reveals to Emma the truth about their sword fight at Lake Nostos, and the consequence of it: she needs sword lessons.
The nights aboard the ship could be cold, and on their way to Neverland, the timeless land, Emma found out that the melody of the sea was too hard to resist.
Over the 4 months it took to save Henry, Emma and Killian had 4 times in Neverland and once in Storybrooke, each accompanied by a different feeling. Desperation. Anger. Jealousy. Passion. And finally – Love.
Killian and Henry were alone in the house that day, because Emma was in the town with Snow. She didn’t tell him why but he suspected that Emma wanted to buy the gifts for him and Henry, the main reason for thinking that being the fact that Emma, not as subtle as she wanted to look, asked him last night what he wanted from “Santa” (after she explained who Santa was).
“Killian I’m bored,” Henry said after an hour of playing his games.
“What do you want to do, lad?” Killian asked looking at him with an eye brow raised.
“I don’t know, I was thinking we should do something for mom?”
“For Christmas?”
“No, for today,” Henry explained to him.
“Oh, okay. Do you have something in mind?”
“Yes. When we were in New York, we used to make gingerbread cookies before Christmas. We used to make them in the Christmas’s Eve, but maybe you and I can do some for Emma today, as a surprise.”
“Of course, I like your idea, lad. Do you know how to make these cookies?“Do you know how to make these cookies?”
“I remember what ingredients we need but I don’t remember exactly how to make them. But don’t worry we have the internet for this, shouldn’t be too hard.”
“Very well then lad, let’s start.” Killian said rising from the couch.
“Yes!” Henry said jumping on his feet and starting to walk toward the kitchen.
A huff and the swift flip of a page, and
it’s just the fourth time Emma has brushed him off with a heavy breath. The
ninth time she’s brushed him off if he’s counting her silences to his words.
The tenth time when he counts the slight frown she’s pressing into her binder,
nose pressed to the page and eyes squinted at her messy scrawl even though
she’s wearing her glasses.
She snapped at him when he mentioned
them, her contacts needed cleaning and she can’t go out to Target to get more
solution in this fucking weather, and why does it even fucking matter? They’re
just glasses.
Ones that Killian loves to see perched
on her nose, when the wide red frames match the red leather she’s wearing and
she didn’t even notice that she’s coordinated her outfit, but Ruby’s eager to
point it out and draw out a matching blush on Emma’s face.
Summary: Emma has everything she ever
could have wished for. She has her parents, and the life of a princess in the
Enchanted Forest, but when pirates crash one of the balls being held in her
honor, Emma decides to hunt them down alone, unaware of what she’s just gotten
herself into… [Season 6×10 Canon Divergence; a VERY different take on Emma’s
Wishverse; Enchanted Forest AU-ish…]
Description: I think we could all use a
fic like this, especially after the mess that was 6×10 (“Wish You Were
Here”). I mean, I don’t utterly despise Regina like some people, but I
think I’ve had enough of her for a little while… (I think I should warn you now
that Regina isn’t exactly portrayed in a great light here, so I’m not sure that
this fanfic is for you Regina fans out there.) However, I’m willing to mostly
forgive the episode, if only for Emma’s princess hair. Absolutely flawless.
This fanfiction will deal with the fake
memories Emma was given by her wish being granted, and how she came to meet
Killian in the alternate universe that was created. It’ll make sense the more
of it you read, trust me. It should also tie back into the main story in much
later chapters. It is based off a prompt by mrs-emma-swan-jones on Tumblr.
Like I said, this fanfiction is a much
different take on 6×10 where the Evil Queen grants Emma her dream life in the
Enchanted Forest. First of all, Henry’s not here, because that didn’t make
sense at all, and the show didn’t even try to explain how that was possible (I get that things weren’t meant to make sense, but I would have appreciated something).
Things are also a little different with the Evil Queen and Rumple, but it
should all tie into canon events in due course.
Emma is living with her parents in their castle
in the Enchanted Forest. Every so often, the king and queen hold a
royal ball in honor of their daughter in the hopes that she will find love. In
that regard, it works, but not in the ways everyone expects…
Emma’s concern over the eerily-familiar
night-time fog on Main Street faded away as a feminine voice called out to her,
Killian, and David from Granny’s. Without hesitation, they jogged towards the
diner, and opened the doors to find Jasmine tied to a chair in the centre of
the room.
“Jasmine!” Emma acknowledged,
starting towards her, only to be stopped by the kitchen door of Granny’s being
opened.
“Ah, ah,” the Evil Queen teased,
striding towards Jasmine with a strange object in her left hand. “This is
about me. It’s always about me.”
Emma couldn’t argue with that. “Damn
right,” she snarled, raising the sword that could harm the Queen and
advancing towards her, only to be stopped by Jasmine’s cry of pain as the Evil
Queen choked her.
apologies for the looong delay, life got away from me there – but here is chapter ten! I also wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone who nominated this fic for a CS fanfic award! I totally screamed when I realised! I haven’t been about much recently so I won’t give you a spiel about voting for me, but if any of you enjoy this fic and wanted to that’d be cool too. But anyway, here’s pt 10, enjoy!
the importance of being idle get-out-of-my-apartment-(no-really-get-out)-you’re-hot-but-I-got-shit-to-do rock ‘n roll AU. Captain Swan.
She wasn’t exactly scouting for guys, not really. Even if she were, this was hardly the place to do it.
David Nolan was possibly one of the sweetest guys Emma had ever met, honest and kind and passionate about his art, his six-string, and his girlfriend — who so happened to be the most important person in Emma’s life. His music always seemed to embody the finer points of his character, a gentle soul from somewhere out west with pick-ups and old mustangs and dirt roads. He was a country boy, affectionately dubbed a ‘shepherd’ by Mary Margaret, straight-shooting and genuine; and his gigs usually attracted the same kind of people. Emma didn’t generally attend with the intention of cornering a guy she could bring back to her apartment, not like she did the concerts at the Warehouses. For David she was only ever there for moral support, or she was with Mary Margaret.
Mary Margaret was backstage acting as a roadie for as long as he was in town and, well, Emma couldn’t help it. It had been a while since she’d had a decent lay. And she’d spent too long thinking about Neal Cassidy today.
(Nearly fourteen months to the day. Was he off somewhere, finding Tallahassee without her? Living without her? Breathing without her?
Asshole.)
If she wore a slightly shorter dress than she might ordinarily among the country crowd there wasn’t anyone around to judge her. There just didn’t appear to be anyone to notice, either. The venue was nothing like the Warehouses, relaxed, a large room with some rounded tables and a bar along one side, lit in a dim red glow from the florescent bulbs overhead but filled to the brim with quiet patrons. This was a waste of time, but then she’d known that from the off; she shouldn’t have bothered putting on make-up either. She’d worked her way through far too many tequila sunrises to make it to the end of the gig, and was getting ready to call it a night. Mary Margaret probably wouldn’t get in until morning given she and David usually went back to his place after a show, so there was no use waiting — which was why it would’ve been the perfect night for a one-and-done.
“Alright Kristoff, hit me with one for the road.”
The bartender arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that, Emma?”
She made an unimpressed noise and waved a hand, well aware her vision was already swimming a little. She wanted to sleep like the dead tonight. “Don’t be an ass. Give me my shot.”
Kristoff clicked his tongue in a way she knew was judgemental, but then he’d always been a bit like that — he was only looking out for her, really. Obediently he placed the salt shaker and a slice of lime on the countertop before pouring the gold liquid into a shot glass in front of her.
“Any chance of seeing that tab tonight?” he mused.
Emma was already shaking salt onto the back of her hand. “Another time, buddy.”
Without much ceremony she licked the salt from her hand, quickly threw the shot back and felt the liquid burn before chasing it with the lime. She left the fruit there only for a few seconds, sucking up the juices before dropping it back down into the empty glass. Grabbing her purse, she turned to stand when someone slid into the bar stool right beside hers, the action briefly cutting her off.
Her scrutiny found a smirk, stubble a few days old and bright blue eyes.
“What’s a dirty girl like you doing in a nice place like this?”
British, tall, and a voice like dark velvet. Emma hesitated — maybe not a total waste of time, then. “Is that the best you can do?”
“Depends,” the man made no secret of his admiring her assets, “can I buy you a drink?”
A/N: This was written as soon as the fic was finished, but I had troubles with the ending and then the editing, and then school to finish. If you prefer to leave things miserable and sad, you’re welcome to skip this. Special thanks to @sambethe for the beta and proofreading, and for encouraging me to do better. And to @i-know-how-you-kiss for the title/song that will punch you in the feels if you listen to it while any part of this fic is in your head. Give it a listen if you get a chance: “Roses & Violets” by Alexander Jean)
If Killian expected his life to go back to normal once he left
Storybrooke behind, he was completely mistaken. The world he goes back to in
Boston feels hollow and lonely – now more than it ever was before. Maybe it’s
because he was somehow lucky to find love once with his soulmate, and then
again with someone who wasn’t his. And now he has neither. Maybe it’s because
he also truly felt a bond with Henry, or because Storybrooke felt like home.
His business, small but with the most impressive track record ever seen
in his line of work, expands after his time in Storybrooke. Apparently, with an
even higher success rate, he’s a sought-out name in the soulmate searching
ring.
Now he has more detectives working for him, and it means he can step
back a little. The less personal involvement, the better. Sure, he still works.
He has the keenest sense of direction out of all of his employees, except for a
man named Smee, who is exceptionally talented at finding people in places he
would’ve never considered. Most days, he stays in his (new and bigger) office
and spends some time working on the cases he has been personally requested for.
The rest of his day is spent looking at the evidence of his success.
So this little thing has been in my head since 5×10 “Broken Heart” aired, but I never put it down on paper. For some reason, today was the day it wanted to be written. It’s a one-shot featuring Emma, Killian and the Darkness, and just so you know, it’s not a very happy ficlet. The title comes from Shakespeare’s Macbeth ~ The grief that does not speak whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
Pairing: Captain Swan (angst, UST, more angst), PG-15
Summary: Three things are known to be true. The Dark One lies, the Dark One tricks. And before there is a Dark One, there is the Dark One’s
Curse.
She becomes many people over the years. Orphan, Girl, Slave, Pirate…she celebrates each person in ink, carries them in ink the same way she carries them inside, where no one else can see – where she is someone else entirely, just waiting to be revealed.
notes: Enchanted Forest Pirate!Emma/Prince!Killian au. i’m always like “how did this end up so long” so i’ll pass that by and say i started this during cs au week and never finished it, but the muse returned with a force. the idea was basically “pirate!emma has a lot of tattoos” but became so much more. i’ll probably revisit this verse from killian’s pov at some point, so…look out for that? anyways, hope you enjoy!
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The first is not by choice. The ink burns, making her curl into herself with every pinprick of the needle – and she can’t feel that above the itching in her skin, the clawing liquid trying to break its way free again. But it’s the only way that he can keep track of them should they stray too far when they make land. Squid ink is pricey, rare, but well worth it for it doesn’t fade and not even magic can remove it.
And so the first one is a black manacle around her upper arm, marking her for who she is.
It All Starts With a Dance 