summary: 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)
an: This is the final chapter! I was going to post it tomorrow, but I figured that since it’s done and I’m ready to give it to you, now is as good a time as any. I just want to thank you for all of your support for this story! It has been a really fun story to write, and I hope that you enjoy this final piece because I personally think it’s quite lovely.
Special thanks to my lovely friend @swans-and-pirates who read every chapter and cried and laughed and swooned along with me. This was sort of a collaborative effort, and I am so thankful for what Meagan did to help add to the story! ❤ This thing was once upon a time a oneshot idea and it spiraled into this beast, so thanks, Meagan!
twenty-three.
David and Mary Margaret’s apartment door hasn’t ever looked
daunting, but as Emma and Killian stand before it, it actually does.
Emma holds Henry in her arms and Killian licks his lips
nervously, his hand clenched into a fist by his side as he prepares to knock.
“You okay?” Emma asks, seeming a little nervous herself.
This is a very belated birthday gift for the wonderful @lifeinahole27. I’ve been working on this soulmates fic for a while now and I’m excited that is finally finished. Many many thanks to the lovely @sambethe for looking over at this over and over and to @wingedlioness that somehow talked me out of my writer’s block and helped with the smut.
Word Count – 7k Rated: M Summary:
William Boyd coined the term zemblanity to mean somewhat the opposite of serendipity: “making unhappy, unlucky and expected discoveries occurring by design”. A zemblanity is, effectively, an “unpleasant unsurprise”. It derives from Novaya Zemlya (or Nova Zembla), a cold, barren land with many features opposite to the lush Sri Lanka (Serendip). Soulmates gone wrong AU Ao3 – FF.net
Zemblanity
It has been scripted since the beginning of time. Not for all, but
there’s always been a subset of them destined for one another. Dark and light
fated to find each other, fall for each other and merge into one another, to
restore order in the universe. Centuries have passed and the practices have
been long forgotten, nothing but folk tales narrated over and over again, the
constant iteration of the words erasing their meaning until they are nothing
but a background noise.
The only thing that remains is the sound of one soul calling for the
other.
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Emma was lazing on the couch, a mindless reality tv show playing on the
television as she sipped her hot chocolate and relaxed after a gruesome shift.
Her body ached for a good night sleep and she was almost dozing off when she
felt it. She groaned in frustration.
Killian Jones. She really didn’t have the energy for this. For him. Killian bloody Jones, leader of The Pirates, agitator extraordinaire,
rebel with a somewhat fair cause, and black leather aficionado.
Summary: S3 Canon Divergence – What if things don’t go quite as planned outside of the police station in NYC? What will it take to make Emma believe? (Rated T)
“Trust your gut, Swan, it will tell you what to do.”
“Henry always says that.”
“Then if you won’t listen to me, listen to your boy.”
There’s a brief moment, a flicker really, where it seems as though she will take the vial from his outstretched fingers. But, her hand freezes in mid-air as her gaze drops to her feet and he knows she’s chosen not to believe.
“I’m sorry, I just…I can’t.”
He lets her run. If he’s learned anything of her up until now it’s that pushing won’t get him anywhere. She has to decide this on her own. As he watches the red of her jacket (the wrong red, but red nonetheless) disappear around the corner he does his best to not let defeat crush his quest. He’s waited a bloody year to see this woman again and he’s not about to give up. One thing over two centuries of chasing the same goal has taught him is patience, especially in the face of insurmountable odds.
“Excuse me?”
Recognition has the tiny hairs along his neck rising before he even turns towards the young voice at this back.
Henry. He’s grown a few inches, the chubbiness of his cheeks less prominent and his stance more confident that Killian remembers it being before. The lad is not a little kid anymore.
Captain Swan AU Week. Day 1: Crossover (12 Monkeys)
Killian Jones is sent back in time to stop a plague that wipes out most of the world’s population. But unbeknownst to the man who enlisted him, Killian has his sights set, not on saving the world, but on revenge. In order to succeed in this quest, Killian will require help from a citizen of the past–a woman who, in his time, is already dead.
The first time he met Emma Swan was not the first time Emma Swan had met him.
Killian had met an Emma that already knew him, already trusted him, an Emma that, upon seeing him enter the lobby of a hotel that would be rubble by year’s end, had made a beeline straight for him and said, “Where the hell have you been?”
When Killian’s answer came in the form of a scowl, she continued, “Henry was starting to worry he might never see you again. I thought you said—”
Finally reading the surprise on his face, she took in his full appearance, studying, scrutinizing, sizing him up against a version of himself he hadn’t yet become. Her gaze lingered on his left hand, curled into a fist from the pain that shot from his fingertips to his forearm. A sight that, for some unsettling reason, didn’t fit the image she already had of him.
“I was wondering when I’d meet you,” she said with a smile that chased away every trace of the concern with which she’d greeted him. “This you.”
The Saviour’s happily ever after. (one-shot) |ff.net+ ao3
A/N: I kinda got super emotional over writing
Emma’s journey as a Saviour, as a woman, as a mother, as a daughter, as a
partner, as a friend. Ideas of what could be part of Emma’s happy ending, some
parts inspired in Jen’s words and Jafar’s s6 teaser, flowed natural (there’s so
much to write about Emma jfc) so I hope to have done it justice.
It’s ticklish that
thing. Saviors never live happily ever
after. And still, perhaps is the reason her life is such a scary mess.
Because no matter how
hard she tried, things keep sliding through her fingers. Because it’s not meant
to be. Because she’s damned, and life had given her a lesson of it already.
She always wanted to
be a part of something, to know why families kept rejecting her, why she wasn’t
enough for them, why she hadn’t been enough for her own parents. Ingrid came.
Ingrid was a proof that, even when happiness is at the reach of your hand, you
can’t dream too far.
She loved Neal; she
lost him and got into a mess of a situation inside jail – she loved that baby,
her baby; she wasn’t meant to be a mother. The boy found her; he already had a
mother, one that seemed to know what she was doing, one that could give Henry
everything he needed. She cared for Graham – even could have gotten to love him
with the time, – Graham died in her arms. She learned she was a Savior, a
daughter of a family who loved her but had to leave her to give her – and their
kingdom – their best chance; even when she didn’t want to, she ended embracing
that role – people needed her.
She found Neal,
brought him back home; he died, twice, and she couldn’t prevent it, he died
before she could tell him all the things that were left to say. She fell in
love with Killian, the pirate who is too stubborn to live her for the sake of
his own life, the one – as Henry – who never abandoned her; and you see how
life is invested in taking him from her side. She gets him, she loses a friend
– because full happiness is not possible for Saviors. Because she’s damned, and
she’ll eventually lose everything.
It’s just her fate to
give up happiness to put the best of herself into fighting for others’ happy
endings. It’s her fate to be blamed if others lose that happiness while she gets
her – that’s not her work, you see, to enjoy quiet moments.
It’s the fate of Saviors. You give, and give, and
give… You pick the fruits, you cut the branches and all what’s left is a shaky
stump… To wither, and die.
Summary: After Milah dies and his own marriage is buried in the ground,
Killian steps away from being a wedding singer and switches over to other
events. It’s during those that Killian meets Emma, and a friendship is born,
and maybe something a little more along the way.
Rating: T (for now)
A/N: So listen, if you ever prompt me for something, I will eventually write it. If you take a picture I love and photoshop out a piece of string that DRIVES ME NUTS, I’ll write it sooner. For @timeless-love-story, who is a gift to all of us in this writing community for her never-ending support, it’s going to come in three parts, but this is my take on the bartender Emma/musician Killian prompt, with some “The Wedding Singer” vibes thrown in. 😉 (Song used for today’s title is O.A.R.’s “Peace”)
In a small town, being in a band willing to play for any events that
are booked at the local reception hall is kind of a big deal. Especially when
word of mouth marks you as the best reception band in a fifty-mile radius. That
fact keeps Killian and his band, The Buccaneers, pretty busy through the year.
“You can’t sing at your own wedding. Who will you get to play, if not
us?” Robin asks him one day.
“Who says?” is Killian’s first response. “Listen, I’m not going to book
another band and let them get even a corner of the market we have here. If they
want shows, they need to work their way up like we have.”
“Whatever you say, mate,” Robin says, shaking his head as they walk in
to set up for the latest wedding reception.
There’s a reason they’re so good. Killian is the ultimate champion of
love. He’s there to give the exact right vibe to the entire hall, to get them
dancing, to make them happy, to make them seem like anything beyond the walls
is unimportant. With good music, dancing, the right lighting, and the right
amount of drinks being poured, wedding receptions are always his favorite.
Just a month before his own wedding, however, that all changes.
CS AU Week // Tuesday July 19th // Role Reversal // Pirate!Emma and Deckhand!Hook
It isn’t the first time the crew offers to buy him a whore (nor does he expect it to be the last), but it is the first time that the Captain is at the table when they make his ears burn red with shame and embarrassment, and the first time he feels her eyes cut to him with more interest than wondering who cocked up the swabbing of the deck.
“Jones?” the Captain asks, placing her elbows on the sticky pub table and leaning forward with a glint in her eyes. “You’ve never been with a woman before?”
From the way she sits facing him, he can see the tops of her breasts spilling out over her corset. The Captain is not one to care however. She wears her own sensuality easily, and he’s gritted his teeth at more than a few men that she led back to her quarters. Captain Swan wouldn’t mind if he admired the curves of her breasts or the softness of her hair or the few freckles that adorn her nose. It is a sort of effortless, yet confident beauty. It is a beauty he has admired since she commandeered the Jolly Roger and offered to take on all crew members who would pledge loyalty to her.
She had his loyalty in an instant.
Killian blinks rapidly in confusion, thrown off balance by the strength of her stare and the bluntness of her question. Though he expects her to laugh in his face, he nods his head. “Aye. It is a pleasure I have yet to experience.”
cs au week [day 6/7] ↳ day six; another time period | marked by @i-know-how-you-kiss They call it a ‘gift,’ but Emma Swan has only ever seen it as a burden and a trap. She’s never been a big fan of having an assigned soulmate, especially one predetermined by a silly little mark, so she’s spent her whole life avoiding finding him, throwing herself into work and dating at whim. It’s worked for her well enough, until the one day it doesn’t, and Emma is forced to come to terms with the fact that try as she might to run away from her destiny, it always finds a way to catch up.
CS AU Week – Day 7: Free for All – Emma doing what she does best and running from her happiness, all the while realizing that she left home behind her in the form of a dashingly handsome mechanic
A/N: I feel like I couldn’t acceptably take part in an au week without at least a small foray into my very favourite of my au verses, aka Headlights Fading. For anyone who wondered what was going through Emma’s head in those weeks she was away from Killian, here you go.
P.S. It was this song that inspired me to write this in the first place.
Emma had always been good at telling herself no.
The country station that had become all too familiar over the past month had dissolved into static half an hour ago and now the car was filled with forgettable alt-rock and the hum of the road beneath her tires, and all of it sounded like no. No, she shouldn’t stay in the house up on the hill; no, she shouldn’t let herself believe Killian when he told her she was welcome; no, she shouldn’t chase something that might make her happy because it could all still fall apart. No, she shouldn’t listen to the insistent thought that this wouldn’t fall apart, that this time was different. No, no, always no.
Summary: In the wake of his crumbling marriage, Killian Jones turns to his best friend Emma Swan for help. Even though Emma had just ended a two year long relationship she is more than happy to welcome Killian and Nate, his eleven month old son, into her home. What neither of them expect is to learn how to love again through each other.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of the positive response to this fic! It makes me so happy knowing that you all are enjoying this story! Quick warning: I go back to work this week and am dealing with some personal stuff with my son that might affect next week’s update. Hopefully, it won’t but I wanted to be transparent just in case.
Also, I realize that some of you want things to speed up between Killian and Emma, but I like to write things realistically and let’s face it, you do not just “get over” someone you believed you would be with for the rest of your life. Killian and Emma will get there, just not weeks after his divorce.
As always, thanks to o-u-a-timer and the-lady-of-misthaven for looking this over. This fic is what it is because of you two.
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT and/or its characters.
The water lapped against the side of the boat and Killian closed his eyelids tightly. The air around him felt heavy, heavy and suffocating, just like pain he felt in his heart. Bracing his arms on the rail of the ship, he leaned forward and inhaled deeply causing the smell of salt to permeate his nose. The wind picked up suddenly, the gentle blow causing his dark locks to dance wildly atop his head and he raised his hand to pat them back down.
He needed a haircut. He’d neglected getting one for far too long.
Exhaling slowly, he tried not to think about why he hadn’t gotten his hair cut in months. Instead, he focused on the way the boat swayed beneath his feet, the way the sun warmed his cheeks, and the silence that surrounded him.
It All Starts With a Dance 