After losing their significant others, Lady Emma Swan and Mr. Killian Jones find themselves as targets
of unwanted matchmaking. They make a deal beneficial to both of them. They
would do everything they can to make people believe they are betrothed to maintain
some peace in their lives. As time went by, they developed feelings towards
each other. However, neither of them was aware of this. Encouraged by his friend
Graham, Killian took a chance and confessed his feelings to Emma only to find
out that she too was in love with him.
Killian Jones is a hunter, the best there is. On the trail of a dangerous werewolf, he stops by a tavern, intending to ask a few questions, and meets Emma, a young woman with a secret.
Emma is used to hiding from hunters. She is not used to hunters with clever questions and eyes that see too much, no matter how many times she refills his glass. And as the night wears on, she realises that the werewolf he’s hunting is out there, and coming for him…
As the moon rises, it’s time for both of to decide who they can trust.
Emma, when we met, there was just one thing that mattered to me, getting my revenge. And you did something that no one else ever could. You showed me that a heart full of love was the most precious treasure of all, and one that I don’t intend to lose.
MERRY CHRISTMAS @jennifer-morrison!!!!!!! I was your CS Secret Santa, it was so nice to get to know you!! You have such a sweet pup and it was really fun to get to know someone who loves doing Secret Santa as much as I do.
I hope you like this, there’s bedsharing and making out and I have worried myself into a tizzy over characterization.
There’s no possible good answer to give to Mary Margaret’s question about the temperature when she comes home that afternoon. Oh, Emma’s tried to think of one all day, but really all it boils down to is–
“We forgot to pay the gas bill and they’re closed until Tuesday unless it’s an emergency and yes, I know, I tried to tell them it’s fucking Christmas and December in Maine, but it’s not a blizzard and neither one of us is old and at risk of dying of hypothermia so they basically told me to pay the bill tonight and it’ll get turned on again on Tuesday and ‘get fucked’ was kind of implied in the woman’s tone, but I kind of deserved it because–”
“Emma.” Mary Margaret’s got her ‘teacher voice’ on, which is really intimidating to the ten-year old living in Emma’s brain most days. “Back up, slow down.” She drops her bags on the loveseat near the door and doesn’t take off her peacoat or hat, which is probably the smart thing to do since their apartment is, after all, without heat for the foreseeable future. “When did we forget to pay the gas bill?”
Emma bites her lip and fidgets a little under the responsible stare of Mary Margaret Blanchard, woman of top-buttoned cardigans and color-coded schedules, voted Preferred Designated Driver three years running by their friends, rare rule-breaker, and master of ‘I’m not mad I’m just disappointed’ looks. “Um. September. And October. And last month.”
MERRY CHRISTMAS @curiousthingdarkness !! I know I was a little distant but trust me when I saw that you seem like a wonderful person! I hope you enjoy your gift and have a wonderful Christmas Day!
It was three days to Christmas and Emma finally had all her gifts in order which was no small feat since people had been vicious at most of the stores she went into. One woman had tried snatched a sweater out of her hands which resulted in a tug of war before Emma realized what she was doing and let go. She wouldn’t dream of giving Ruby a stretched out sweater anyways. Ruby was the whole reason she even had people to celebrate Christmas within the first place, if it weren’t for Ruby practically dragging Emma with her to an open call she never would be where she is with some solid friends and a nice new apartment that she and Ruby just signed the lease on a month ago. “Oh!” Emma thought as she passed an ATM, “I should get some money out to tip the super and other people for Christmas.”
She walked into the alcove, grateful to be shielded from the wind and snow that was falling fast from the sky. A few people walked out as she walked in, leaving only her and one other person in the vestibule. He was tall with black hair and when he looked up from his phone she was startled by just how blue his eyes were. She let herself discreetly check him out as she walked up to the machine under the pretense of getting her wallet out of her bag.
Just as she went to put her ATM card into the machine the lights in the vestibule went out and the automated door swung shut. A backup generator must have kicked in as a whirring sound started and the lights kicked back on so at least they weren’t in total darkness during what appeared to be a city-wide blackout. The man went to the door to only found that it had locked, trapping the both of them in the vestibule until the power kicked back on.
It All Starts With a Dance 