“Killian,
stop apologizing. I’m pretty sure you didn’t create a snowstorm in order to
avoid coming home for Christmas.”
“No, but
your wife might have. Remember when we didn’t listen to her last year and ended
up snowed in that bloody cabin for two days with nothing but four crackers and
a year’s worth of tea between us?”
“Please,
Elsa is more likely to snow you in here so you can’t leave.”
Killian
hums, trying to turn his frown upside down with little success.
Bloody
buggering fuck. He hasn’t seen his brother and sister-in-law in over half a
year. He has seen his nephew exactly once and he’s almost a year old. And he is
stuck in New York City for the holidays. Alone.
Happy bloody
Christmas.
He is about
to tell Liam to go enjoy his weekend and stop worrying about him when movement
outside catches his eye. The snow has let up for the first time in what feels
like three days of blinding and aggressive snowflakes attacking anyone who
dared peak outside. Which is why the
human form, struggling to make its way through the fields of whiteness, draws
his attention. He shakes his head and is just about to look away when said form
suddenly disappears from view. Killian jumps to his feet and rushes to the
window.
“Killian?”
He hears
his brother’s voice but his eyes are busy scanning the darkening world before
his apartment building. Then he sees a blonde head peak up and cringes at the
red coat that wavers into view as the poor soul tries to regain her balance.
Ah. Emma
Swan.
Killian
doesn’t bother to hide his cringe. When he thinks of Emma Swan, one word comes
unbidden to his mind. Grumpy. Ethereally gorgeous follows closely behind but
never quite manages to take over.
The woman
across the hall is hardly willing to exchange more than two sentences of small
talk on a good day, he doesn’t even want to imagine what she will be like after
having to make her way through the Winter HorrorLand outside and falling on her
admittedly delectable arse not a hundred feet from the building’s entrance.
Merry Christmas @howemmafoundherhome! It was lovely to get to know you this month, I apologize about how infrequent my messages have been, and how late this is being posted. I hope you like this!
I hope you have a wonderful holiday with your family, and a Happy New Year!
a little out of order
Sometimes things happen out of the order they’re ‘supposed to’. Meet someone, go on dates, first kiss, first time you invite them in after a date, first time you see them with sex-and-bedhead and wearing rumpled clothes from last night and drinking out of your favorite coffee mug. You know, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage.
Well, doing things out of order seems to be their M.O. and it honestly Emma prefers it their way.
(Unearth someone from a pile of corpses and then threaten him at knifepoint, first beanstalk, first kiss, first curse, first time travel adventure to ensure she was actually born… and so on. Their M.O. is, admittedly, weird.)
CS AU:When all her planned work for the upcoming special in the show she produces falls apart, Emma Swan is forced to work with the networks rising star. And she doesn’t think anything good will come out of it.
It’s finally here! This has been a crazy ride, I tell you. It was meant to be a one-shot for @kat2609 on the ocassion on her birthday in late september and here we are now, 37k words later. I’ve been working on this one for months and I am incredibly excited of the outcome.
Shotouts to @fairytalesandtimetravel for the amazing art cover (seriously look at it! please take a moment to appreciate the wonderful background she built for this and let her know!) and both @sambethe and @nowforruin that have been sounding boards, betas, translators when I ran out of words in my meager english lexicons and cheerleaders to no end. Thank you so much for the support.
ETA that this is also dedicated to @amagicalship and @brooke-to-broch (it would be nice to remember my mind someday!)
I really hope you like it this fic as much as I’ve loved seeing it through. If you want to be tagged in future chapters, let me know!
It
shouldn’t have come as a shock to Emma. They might be two renowned cooking
stars, but both Granny and Auntie Em were first
– and foremost – strong, passionate and fiercely protective of their
families. That was why their on screen rivalry had been such a success
throughout the years. Their cooking shows were #1 in their own countries, and
they used them as platforms to issue challenges to one another from across the
ocean. All of which culminated in a final showdown: their awaited annual trip
in which the self-styled “Two Old Ladies”
would tour one of the countries and attempt to out-cook one another.
It was
set to be in England this year, where Auntie Em had taken up residence over a
decade ago, leaving her native Kansas and embracing British cuisine. It all had
been planned in advance: routines crafted, locations decided and a thorough
schedule set up. Emma had worked on it for months – it was one of her
responsibilities as the executive producer of the show and a member of Granny’s
crew who would take part in the trip. It hadn’t been easy, as her counterpart
from Em’s team – an erratic redhead named Zelena – had made her task quite
difficult by withholding information.
That
should have been Emma’s first red flag right there, but since she was aware of
Zelena’s aloof behavior, she didn’t think much of it. None of them did.
Three times Hook and Emma spend the holiday season together, from enemies to friends to something more.
My CS Secret Santa gift to @hamiltno, who’s shipped them since the beginning, so I wanted to write something that showed the progression of their relationship through the years. Hope you like it! ✨
If it’s the
straw that broke the camel’s back, then it’s his smug smile that breaks Emma’s
carefully constructed self-control. The self-control that was, coincidentally,
keeping her from breaking him.
“Hey, Mary Margaret, you remember how Killian said that he’d be
going to visit his family so he’d have to miss out on the Christmas party this
year? Well, his plane doesn’t leave until the 22nd so you’re just in luck, he can
make it after all.”
His eyes widen, smug smile dropping fast, and it’s Emma’s turn to
make faces behind Mary Margaret’s back, those faces being a pleased grin and
accompanied by finger guns “you stab me in the back, I’m going to shoot you in
yours, never bring a knife to a gunfight, Jones.”
She sees the problem with this after Killian’s stumbled his way
through another host of reasons he can’t go, all of them shut down by Mary
Margaret’s unwavering enthusiasm – “If you truly have that much packing to do,
I’ll come over on Tuesday and help you out!” After he insists that he truly
doesn’t need that, actually he can pack all of it on Tuesday himself, and he’ll
be ready for the party on Thursday, Emma realizes the massive problem with this
situation.
She’s Indy here – and goddammit, she’d make an excellent sometimes
professor, most times Nazi puncher – but Killian’s definitely Harrison Ford in
the Fugitive, tenacious and hell-bent on getting justice.
White Christmas (movie) AU: In the mid-1950s, David Nolan and Killian Jones, navy vets and business partners, meet Emma and Mary Margaret Blanchard, a sister act, in Florida. The chance encounter leads them to follow the sisters to Maine for the holiday. Will it be love?
Last year, I wrote this five-part AU based on one of my favorite holiday movies. Just wanted to repost in case anyone felt like some vintage holiday cheer and watching Captain Swan and Snowing fall in love!
Besides the many Christmas presents all over the floor making Emma write a mental note to ask Henry to put them somewhere else later, another thing catches her attention.
– What’s up with the Santa hat, Killian?
– Henry said it was tradition in this realm, Swan.
– Oh, did he?
Emma makes a huge effort not to laugh at her pirate, but he looks so cute, it’s impossible not to smile at how adorably clueless he is. And why not make up for the little prank her son pulled on him…
– And did he also told you about mistletoe?
– Mistle… what?
– That little plant over our heads. Well, it’s common knowledge that if two people stand together under the mistletoe they must kiss.
While Killian looks up at the ceiling, Emma pulls him to herself and they share a loving kiss and before it gets out of hand, Emma breaks the kiss.
– Easy, tiger, we got company… for now.
Emma winks at him, while he stands there smiling at her.
– I quite like that tradition, love.
– Oh, if you like that, wait until you see your present.
They press their foreheads together, enjoying their quiet moment.
Meanwhile, Henry and Violet are too immersed in their own conversation, not even noticing the two silly adults who look more like teenagers than themselves.
Merry Christmas to all my followers, friends and shipmates. May this be a blessed Christmas to all. And if you don’t celebrate Christmas, have a beautiful day!
The Captains of the Hufflepuff Team & the Gryffindor Team
“Ready to lose, uh, Swan?” He smirked, looping in the air around her on his broomstick with gracefulness. He was the best player of Hogwarts – and the Captain of the Hufflepuff team -, after all, flying like he was born just to do that.
“You wish.” The blonde retorted, a slight frown on her features, but her face softened – she always failed miserably at being angry at him – when he swirled aroud the handle of his broomstick, his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath burning her skin.
They’d met each other during a game 4 years ago, when she had sent a Bludger toward him when he was about to pass the Quaffle through a ring. He had fallen from his broomstick and she had caught him, flying down toward the ground and calling for a doctor.
He ended up with a dislocated shoulder. He had stayed at the infirmary for a long time, and she felt so guilty that he had decided to visit him everyday. That’s how they had bonded; despite her original reluctance to let another guy in – after Neal -, she had eventually admitted her feelings for him and he, his for her.
She smiled at him, quipping. “Well, I got 2 hands. That’s pretty useful.” She winked at him.
The day she had hit him and brought him to the infirmary, she had been surprised to see he had only one hand, since he had the reputation to be the best player of the school. And he sure was.
He had been a bit uneasy when she had asked him what was the story behind his missing limb. He had finally told her that he was born in a Muggle family and that he had been in a car accident with both his parents at the age of 6. He had lost his left hand and became an orphan that day.
Emma had felt even more attracted to him at the time, because she had also spent her 11 first years in different muggle foster families, and hadn’t found her family until she had come to Hogwarts – despite the whole Neal thing.
He had then explained to her that he was afraid of being in a car nowadays. That’s why he was enjoying flying on a broomstick so much. And he had mastered that skill despite his disavantage.
He pouted, as if trying to appear miffled, but his facial expression broke and he laughed. “Aye, it is. But I remember I’m rather talented one-handed, don’t you think?”
The very expicit innuendo elicited a giggle from her. She nodded and then ran her hand through his hair, his head still just a few inches away from hers, and upside down.
His eyes flickered to her lips and then back to her green orbs. “Aren’t you gonna wish some luck to a quite disabled man, then?“
She smiled and he grinned back. “Good luck, Killian.” She whispered as she leaned forward, closing the gap between them, her lips pressed against his.
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.
/-/
“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 😀
It All Starts With a Dance 