The baby was not fussy. They were late anyway. (Because they both looked a little shifty when they walked in and no one can tell me otherwise because that is 100% what these two are like. ~800 words.)
“Swan?” Killian pokes his head through the bedroom door. “I’m
afraid—what are you doing?”
“Texting my mother,” Emma says distractedly, fiddling with
her phone. “Telling her we’ll be late.”
He frowns. “We aren’t late.”
Emma looks over and gives him a mock-patient look. “That’s
why I’m saying we will be—what happened to you?”
He shrugs, stepping fully into view. He’s dressed in a tux
that, if Emma were to be honest, doesn’t suit him at all. It was black, but now
there’s a rather big stain on his left shoulder. “I’m afraid we had a little
accident.”
Nestled in the crook of his arm, his daughter gurgles
happily, flailing a tiny, chubby arm.
dang, that’s a lot of squid, Miss A 😉 Hope this is what you were looking for!
missing you (A Tall Tail), for MerMay
Summary: Based on a prompt from @xpumpkindumplingx, Emma is missing her merman, so arranges for some alone time under the sea. (Set in the A Tall Tail universe, some time after their daughter is born but a couple years before their son arrives) | 2k | rated M
Life with a little one was certainly the noisy, chaotic adventure Killian had expected, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But he hated the days he had to venture out to the sea to sate his merman side, lest he start a whirlpool in a sippy cup or at bathtime (the latter did tend to delight his daughter, though).
Emma had practically pushed him out the door today after the odd sloshing they heard coming from the dishwasher. He always felt guilty, leaving her with the babe on her own, and feared he’d miss out on something. He hadn’t yet, but what if today was the day she started walking? Emma had assured him it would be fine, though, and she’d see him later when his powers weren’t causing mayhem.
His magic had calmed some since he came down below, resting in their favorite kelp bed, but the more he thought about his wife, the more they began to flex again, creating a gentle whirlpool around him that warped the sun’s light streaming down through the water.
True Love had once seemed a daunting label for their relationship, but now, it didn’t seem a strong enough identifier for the woman who had helped pull him from a dead-ended path, stayed at his side through life-altering adventures, and made him a father. He loved her impossibly more each day and was longing to show her just how much.
Gods, just the thought of her had him aroused. He slid his palm down the plane of his stomach, past where skin turned to scale, and pulled his manhood out from the slit that covered it. He gave it a firm stroke, the image of his beautiful wife in his mind. And another. And another, this one drawing a sigh from his lips.
He supposed it was the merman part of him that was envisioning her with her tail, swimming gracefully as sunlight glinted off her emerald scales and highlighted the treasured gold speckled throughout it. She was gorgeous in any form, but oh, did Emma make an incredible mermaid.
His pace increased as his erection grew firmer in hand, and though his eyes were closed, he was still aware of the bubbles dancing around him created from the swirling current that matched the coil of tension wrapping around his spine, from low in his back to the end of his fins.
And all the while, the vision of his wife danced in his mind’s eye, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, Emma,” he sighed on his next stroke, squeezing even harder and brushing the tip, bucking his hips involuntarily.
Since 2012, I’ve written a lot of stuff for this fandom. And I mean, a lot. I’ve written more for this fandom than any of my other fandoms ever. (This is not hyperbole. My ff.net profile goes all the way back to the days of Sports Night, for crying out loud, and most of the fic up there is OUAT fic.) My bread and butter is mostly Charming Family with some Captain Swan sprinkled in. This tendency of mine culminated last summer in what is my favorite piece I’ve written for this fandom: Wednesday’s Child.
Because really, who doesn’t want to write about this little munchkin
and this little munchkin
being thrust into the care of these loving parents?
Yes, a magical accident while trying to make Emma’s parents an anniversary gift leaves Emma and Killian as terrified and confused ten-year-olds who are left in Snowing’s care while Regina and Zelena work in the background to figure out how to turn them back to adults.
Snow and Charming get to know their baby as a little girl, Henry and baby Neal get a couple of new playmates, and
two lonely children learn how it feels to be loved.
This story was really fun to write and I hope it is as fun to read. You can find Wednesday’s Child on ff.net here and on Tumblr here.
Notes: I actually love this chapter a lot for all of the wrong reasons, mainly because I’m kinda turning this entire selkie thing on its head. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please note there is a lot of discussion on the icky side of the male selkie myths which I find problematic and have decided to voice here. So, yeah, there’s talk of dubious consent and sexual harassment but nothing overtly triggering in my opinion. A special thank you to @aerica13 who is my amazing beta and a godsend because I’m shit at editing my own work. Also a thank you to @shireness-says and @katie-dub for being my cheerleaders. I really appreciate you guys. Also a special thanks to @cssns and @drowned-dreamer for making my CS Supernatural Summer pretty epic. Kerry did an amazing job making me art for this story. Check it out below! It’s absolutely gorgeous and unfortunately the kiss in this chapter isn’t as romantic but we’ll get there. Summary: All of her life, Emma Swan has wanted to know who her parents were and why they abandoned her outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. After the death of her partner, she finds has the means to do so and goes back to the place of her finding to discover the truth. When the trail runs cold, she has a break down and inadvertently summons a selkie named Killian. Emma isn’t looking for love, she’s looking for answers but unfortunately for her, he cannot return to the ocean until she feels happiness. Word Count: 4,600+ Chapters:Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Epilogue Rating: T+
Emma hated the Vineyard.
Though she wasn’t a people person, she preferred the anonymity that came with living in the city and the phenomena of being alone without actually being alone. It was easy to lose yourself in the hustle of the city, to turn your brain off and just walk aimlessly until you found something to distract you from the world for a while.
There was no word to describe Menemsha except empty and she could feel that emptiness echoing inside her. While she had found some sort of companionship in Ruby whenever she went to the diner, it never went beyond casual conversation. Emma wasn’t necessarily looking for friendship – she was a loner by nature – but she found she couldn’t lose herself in Menemsha the same way she lost herself in Tallahassee, Boston and Portland. The silence of the village amplified the violence of her thoughts and her mind had become a torturous reel of her darkest moments. She couldn’t sleep with the echoes of the loud piercing shriek of a baby she would never hold, the compassionless voices of police officers reading her Miranda rights and the false platitudes of the countless foster parents who gave her away ringing in her ears.
Normally when her demons came to bite her in the ass, Emma would throw herself into work but she found no solace in researching on her own case.
For the anon who asked “i would really love if someday you can write a fic where Emma decides to cut her hair because Hope is always wraps her fingers around it, i just think about this because of your last fic.” That last fic is here, if you’re interested in more fluff. All the fluff. Almost too much fluff. This is the ever continuing saga of Laura writing canon.
It honestly surprises her it takes this long.
It’s not for lack of trying.
Really.
She’s just got…things. Too many things, honestly. Enough things to make her head spin and make sure that the few hours – minutes, seconds, moments – of uninterrupted sleep she’s getting don’t really do much to help the exhaustion Emma is certain is just part of her soul at this point.
There is, after all, an all-realm to organize and Snow White’s documentation process and Henry’s trying to find a house and the dwarves don’t seem to have gotten the several memos, metaphorical or otherwise, that both Emma and Killian have sent asking them to please, for the love of every single God either one of us can name or have met, stop using the booths at the Rabbit Hole to challenge the Vikings to feats of strength.
Summary: Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer
As ever, you can find all of my work on both AO3 and FFN too.
This is my contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer (@cssns) and will update every Friday. As the prologue was so short, I thought I’d give you chapter 1 today.
Ready to meet some of the Scooby Gang?
Artwork credit for this piece goes to my fellow Angel fan, @hollyethecurious
The young woman moaned a little in her sleep as she rolled over once more, tangling the sheets around her legs.
There was a moment of peace in the room, before she rolled back the other way and let out a soft cry of, “No! Please don’t.”
Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead as she twisted back again. The sheets were tangling up further around her legs, binding them together tightly.
Finally, with a louder cry of, “Please no,” on her lips, she bolted awake.
As she waited for her heartrate to calm down once more, she reached over to flick on the light in the room.
The girl took a few huge gulps of water from the warm glass beside her bed, as she used the back of her arm to wipe her sweaty forehead.
She felt like she’d just run a marathon. Every inch of her body was screaming in protest, and her mind was still a jumble.
She couldn’t remember what her dream was about.
All she remembered was an urge to fight.
A need to survive.
And one loan word, printed in the darkness.
Vampyr.
Emma groaned loudly as her phone blared from its position on her bedside table, alerting her to the fact that she needed to get up. Even thought she’d crashed before ten the night before, exhausted from helping her father clean and unpack their kitchen, she still felt like she hadn’t slept at all.
The alarm was promptly followed by her father yelling, “Emma. It’s almost time for school,” up the stairs, which had her groaning a little more and burying her head under her pillow.
The first day at a new school was always a daunting experience.
Emma had been fairly popular in her old school, back in Boston. She’d had good friends; a handsome boyfriend that she enjoyed spending time with; and had been doing reasonably well in all of her classes.
But that had all changed the moment her father had been offered a new job, in a small town she’d never even heard of before. And now, Emma was having to pick up and start her life over again. She had no friends in Storybrooke. There would be no handsome boyfriend waiting for her after her classes. And she would be starting in the middle of the school year, already behind on the work her classmates were completing.
Gloriana– my Tudor Court AU with Emma as Elizabeth I and Killian as a mix of Robert Dudley and Francis Drake – was one of those fics that I did intend to continue but time just got away from me, and it did work as a one shot so I left it as it was. But I had started writing a second part forever ago and when I got this message I pulled up the file, reread it and my inner history nerd came out again….
….7,000 words later, here is Part 2. I always envisioned this as a non-linear story anyway, so there’s two flashback scenes plus a scene that takes place after part 1 and I’ve included the night at Hatfield referenced in this line, “She hadn’t been a virgin since that night at Hatfield House lo those many years ago, when Killian had taken her to his bed and made her a woman in his arms, ruining her for any other man from that day forward.”
(rated M)
Part 1 is here on Tumblr and the fic is posted on ff.net here
Gloriana – Part 2
Hampton Court Palace Some Time Ago
“I do not believe we have been properly introduced, my lord.”
“We have not, but I’m afraid I must correct you, Your Highness, as I am not a lord.”
“And I must correct you, good sir, as I am simply Lady Emma and in my sister’s court it is a foolish mistake to call me Highness.”
The tall man with bright blue eyes that reminded Emma of the sea leaned down slightly in a graceful hint of a bow and lowered his voice so that it carried only to her ears, “I assure you I am no fool, Your Highness. My name is Killian Jones, and I have come to court to swear my service solely to the Princess Emma, lawful daughter of the great King David and true heiress to the throne of England.”
Across the room Philip of Spain bowed somewhat stiffly to Emma’s half sister Mary, daughter of her late father David and his first wife, the repudiated Kathryn. The whole of the court was there to celebrate their marriage, including Emma, the rather inconvenient heiress presumptive who Mary could hardly bear the sight of at times but couldn’t quite ignore completely. The courtiers tended to follow their queen’s lead and few were brave enough to be seen conversing openly with Mary Blanchard’s daughter. Queen Mary’s memory was long and her hatred of the dark haired siren of a woman who had drawn her father away from Kathryn had never abated over the years, frequently spilling over to the only child of the passionate union between king and commoner.
Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU
Killian had the entire bus ride out to the wilds of Musselburgh to get a grip on his anger. A whole forty minutes to compose his thoughts, an hour if you factored in having to stop home to change. A leather jacket wasn’t going to cut it with this crowd.
It was Ladies Day at the races.
The one day a year when the movers and shakers of South Eastern Scotland congregated to blag their way through a succession of conversations about horse racing as if they had any clue. Anything to impress the boss, or seal that deal. The place was fit to bursting with moneyed types and semi-famous faces. People he’d shaken hands with at various luncheons and dinners, and other pretentious press events masquerading as dining opportunities.
He never grew used to it. It didn’t matter how long it had been since he’d welcomed Elsa and her not-inconsiderable trust fund into the family, or lived in that veritable mansion on East Castle Road. When it came to mingling with the blue bloods, Killian always came out of the encounter feeling like some kind of Dickensian orphan, who’d accidentally wandered into the wrong part of town.
In honour of the – ouat fandom crescendo – I thought I would create a list of my written works. Writing for this fandom has been an absolute blast. I have never encountered so many encouraging and beautiful humans all in one space and I could wax lyrically about how much you’ve all meant to me but no one has enough time for that, so-
Onwards with the listing…
Modern AU
The First Incident Public transport meet cute AU My very first fic, does what it says on the tin.
The Breach Counsellor!Emma & Teacher!Killian AU (i, ii, iii) (incomplete/abandoned)
Whatever Floats Your Boat Bookshop AU – MC Emma sells books; Killian buys a lot of them – it was bound to happen. Even though the first time she saw him she had wished he hadn’t come in at all.
The Postal Service Etsy AU prompt: Emma runs an etsy store, and when she goes to the post office to mail the orders, the guy behind the counter keeps smiling and making eyes at her
In the Heat of the Morning Prompt: shout out to the guy in charge of the train station at my hometown, who doesn’t limit himself to announcing trains
the rest of our lives will be just like Christmas By all rights, Emma Swan should hate Christmas. Except that she doesn’t. And nothing can ruin the holiday for her, not even when she ends up with far more guests than she was expecting, or when she loses her Christmas bonus– Not even meeting Killian Jones can throw her off.
Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her
partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma
is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises.
Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s
been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past.
When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who
turns his world upside down.
The first thing Killian did when he got back to the cottage was take a long shower. While the
grime brought back from a night in the woods held its own discomforts, it was the smell that he
was most concerned with. The woods had left him with a musty fauna scent, and he still had a hint
of Tink’s perfume.
Lingering under the spray, he turned up the water as hot as he could stand it, letting the water
wash over him until it began to run cold. He wrapped a towel around his waist as he exited the
shower and made his way to the bathroom sink and mirror.
Wiping the mirror with a spare towel to remove the layer of fog that had built up, he took a
moment to examine his reflection. The exhaustion he had felt over the last few weeks was finally
starting to show. Dark circles filled in the bags hanging under his eyes, and he felt as though he
had lost some of his devilishly handsome glow. He wandered into the bedroom and flopped down
on the mattress, in desperate need of a nap.
As Killian waited for fatigue to overtake his body, his mind began to race. He forced himself to
remember that he was roughly a quarter of the way through filming and that he just needed to
hang on for six more weeks. Then he’d be free again, spending his days and nights how he
wanted.
He was just about to relax into the sheets and let his exhaustion finally overtake him when a new
thought entered his mind. How did he want to spend the rest of his life? As much as he disliked
the thought of having his day-to-day schedule decided by nameless reality show producers and
publicity personnel, he honestly wasn’t looking forward to returning to his empty apartment in
Boston either. Drinking and random sexual encounters had lost their appeal.
Images of flaxen hair rushed through his mind.
He squeezed his eyes shut to dispel the thought. That was crazy. He barely knew her, and
although there was a kinship that was undeniable, he couldn’t possibly be falling for her. Could
he?
It All Starts With a Dance 