but emma's like 'no get out of my face'

Oh the moment that you let me kiss your face 

You burned in my soul never to replace…

a reylo playlist:

• wilderness: jon bryant • don’t you know: jaymes young • now we fall: tors• falling up: mike dupree, maddi jane • only you: yoke lore • nobody: niia • i found: amber run • river: bishop bridges • love like this-acoustic: kodaline • song like you: bea miller • zimt: lissa • burning bridges: bea miller • can’t get you out of my head: the sweeplings • ghost: johnny stimson • feel something: jaymes young • closer: emma jensen • waves (feat. koa ho): cassie marin • make it holy: the staves • stomach it: crywolf, eden •walk the line: halsey

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note: creating this playlist has been a dream of mine for a long time, and I am thankful that the wonderful, @panda-capuccino was able to make this gorgeous piece to accompany it. I will continue to update the list as I find new music! I hope all of you authors, artists, and shippers enjoy. x




A/N: Inspired by Jen’s ideas for how Emma and Killian should be celebrating their honeymoon


The water burns at first touch.

The bathroom tiles are so cold that it’s a shock for her toes, startling to go from one extreme to the other. Emma rushes into the bath as carefully as she can, lowering to immerse herself and escape the scrape of the cool air on her extremities. But the sensation isn’t unpleasant, a singe on the soles of her feet she simply hisses at as she dips in, with a pirate’s hand in hers.

Killian is already warm and wet and soaking in mislaid bubbles.

Hair looking water-dipped, the little locks of it curling, sticking, and trickling. And an unharried smile on his face, his proof of just how many hours of uninterrupted indulgence they’ve had lately.

And well deserved, she would add.

(Not that interruptions haven’t tried. Not that they haven’t pounded on the door in the middle of the night, or crept onto an empty chair beside Henry at the dinner table.

But it was quiet – by their standards.)

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It’s not watermelon seeds!

Characters/ Pairing: Daddy!Sam x Pregnant!Rader, Ella, Emma, Baby Ava, Uncle Cas and Uncle Dean (mentioned)

Word count: 800ish , (yeah so much for drabble length)

Warnings: Fluff? None

A/N: @novakfandoms said:  Drabble request! :) Daddy!Sam x Pregnant!Reader, they have twin daughters who are confused on how mommy has a baby in her belly. Extra fluff please ^~^ I hope you like this. 

This drabble is based on an actual conversation I had with my 4 year old niece, who’s about to become a big sister. 

Yeah, I suck at tittles, bear with me… Also, some feedback would be awesome!

Wanna join my tag list? 

Originally posted by lucifersagents

It’s not watermelon seeds!

“Moooove! It’s my turn now!” Emma tries to pull her sister away from you unsuccessfully. “Mommy!!” She stumps her little ballet flat on the floor, crying out for your support.

“You can hear from that side.” Ella keeps Emma far from your body, pushing away her with her butt. You just watch in amusement, unable to interfere, because you know it’s pointless to take a side, soon they both join forces and stick together against anyone who tries to stand in the middle.

“Girls,” Sam calls on them, sternly voice. “Leave mommy alone. She needs to rest, your sister’s been keeping her up all night.” His big frame fills over almost the entire room. You smile up at him and offer your lips to him when he’s bends over to kiss you.

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Hidden Delights

… in which David follows Emma, Hook and Neal on the way to Dark Hollow, and regrets his choices immensely when they meet an unexpected obstacle that threatens to get way too personal.

( @phiralovesloki did the smutty version… this is the crack-y version. And it’s all @justanotherwannabeclassic‘s fault.)

David ignores his wife’s exasperated look as he turns towards the narrow path that leads deeper into the Neverland jungle. Ahead, out of sight already, he can still hear the crash and snap of branches and the crunch of footsteps on the leaf-strewn ground.

He knows that Emma is a grown woman. He knows that she doesn’t need him to protect her.

He also knows how Hook and Neal both look at her. And he really, really hates the idea of her traipsing around the jungle with Hook and Neal. The only way it could be worse would be if it was just one of them.

And, after all, if nothing happens, they need never know he was there.

His mind made up, David sets off in pursuit.

He can hear Hook’s voice up ahead. The words are unintelligible, but the tone is his usual mix of insolence and flirtation, setting David’s teeth on edge. Emma’s voice cuts him off, the words equally unclear, but she sounds sarcastic. David permits himself a smile.

The jungle gets thicker, and David quickens his steps a little to make sure that he won’t lose them. This brings him within earshot, just in time to hear Hook say, a little smugly, “—want me to show you, all you have to do is say the word, love.”

“I can manage just fine on my own.” Emma sounds annoyed, at least. Good.

“You’re the one who complained about your technique not working for you,” Hook says, still sounding far too smug.

David feels his fists clench.

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Emma’s Lost Sister

Request: If possible can I have a Peter Pan fic where the reader is Emma’s younger sister but feels out of place and becomes lost when she and the others are looking for Henry? And Peter makes her a lost girl?

Note: Emma was sent away before the curse to be the saviour but there was some time before the curse hit for Snow and Charming to get preggers  and have another baby just  before the curse made them forget eachother. Reader was born the day the curse hit and was taken to Storybrooke with everyone. Reader grew up with the Fairies/nuns during the curse and when it broke she was reunited with her parents and sister.

Word Count: 2,919

Warnings: injury, angst, no actual swearing but mention of profanities


  “Chosen one meh meh meh Savior meh,” I mumbled as I followed the Heroes to Hooks ship.

Once again there was some huge issue that required my sister’s help. First child, super powerful blah blah blah.

Emma’s son Henry has been taken to Neverland and so the whole family is tagging along for the rescue like it’s a fricken outing.

Mary-Margret and David, (my parents) Regina, Hook and Mr. Gold are all coming with us. I don’t even know why I’m going. I mean, I love Henry, I love them all but since everyone has their memories back and it’s all about Emma, I just don’t see why anyone needs me.

I’m not that much help.

I walked up the ramp to the ship while Mr. Gold and Belle were saying their goodbyes.

Hook was by the helmsman, looking over some charts. David and Mary-Margret were sitting to the side, chatting quietly and Emma was looking at me with her big sister face.

  “What?” I snapped.

  “Nothing,” she replied. “I just don’t want you getting into any trouble,”

  “Whatever,” I scoffed. Then I made my way below deck, where I stayed for most of the ride.

I came out for air every now and then but everyone was just in the middle of some huge power battle the whole time.

There was a huge fight at one point. There was punching, lightning, yelling, a mermaid and Emma jumped over board.

Sounds really stupid when said like that but it’s how it went.

We reached the shore not long after.

  “Where do we start?” I asked.

  “We just begin searching,” Emma said, grabbed her pack and started walking.

During the night, I was woken up by music. A strange flute was all I could heard. I sat up and looked for whoever was playing but found no one.

I lay back down and tried to ignore it but I couldn’t get back to sleep.

Apparently during the night also, Emma was visited by Pan who gave her some magic map that wouldn’t reveal they way until she ‘accepted who she really is’

It took us a really long time to figure out what he meant. More than a day later, she said the word to our mother Mary-Margaret.

  “I’m an orphan,” she sighed.

This actually made me angry.

I was an orphan just as much as she is. I was raised by nuns, living in the same town as my parents with no knowledge as to who they were. I didn’t know they were there and they didn’t remember I existed.

I stormed off into the woods after that. I needed to hit something but I didn’t want to punch my parents, sister, a sorceress or a pirate. So I picked a stick and took it to go swing at some trees.

  “So much anger in such a small body,” a smug sounding voice said behind me.

I turned with my stick raised.

  “Pan?” I asked the hooded boy.

  “No sorry,” his thin mouth curled into an intimidating smile. I noticed the scar across his face. “I am a friend of his though. And he thinks you might be too,”

  “I am not,” I spat. “I am no friend of demons who steal children,”

  “Oh wow,” he chuckled. “You have quite the imagination. Or you trust the words of liars,”

  “What do you mean by that?” I frowned.

  “Pan is just a boy like any other,” he smirked. “Save for the magic and immortality and what not,”

  “An immortal magical boy who steals children then,” I said sarcastically. “Either way he took Henry and we want him back,”

  “Well we want him too,” he took a step towards me.

  “Too bad,” I snapped stepping back.

There was a horn sounded off in the distance.

  “Well,” said. “I have to go. Have fun with your sword,”

  “What?” I didn’t get an answer.

The tall boy ran away and I looked down at the stick in my hands but there was no stick in my hands. It was a leather handled short sword.

  “What the…” I muttered.

  “Hey guys,’ I called as I ran back to where we were stopped to figure out the map.

The clearing was empty.

  “Guys?” I called.


  “Hello?!” I shouted.

Still no response.

They wouldn’t just leave me…

Would they…?

I closed my eyes and used what little magic I had to try and find any trace of them.

I found nothing. My magic is weak.

  “Damn!”  I kicked a rock as hard as I could.

The worst choice I’ve ever made as the rock was firmly half buried in the ground and didn’t budge when I kicked it with full force.

I shouted profanities as pain shot through my foot and up my leg. I dropped to the ground to take pressure off my foot.

Even with my hiking boot I definitely messed it up.

  “Are you okay?” I turned to my left and saw the same boy from earlier.

  “I’m crouched over on the ground after screaming in pain,” I snapped. “Are you seriously stupid enough that you’ll assess this situation and ask if I’m okay?”

  “Sorry,” he looked honestly guilty for asking that question.

  “What do you want?” I growled. “To taunt me about being left behind? Or just to annoy me like before?”

  “Pan said I should go find you,” he walked over to me and crouched before me. “He wants to talk to you,”

  “Well unless he’ll return Henry, I don’t want to talk to him,” I sat back on the ground to take weight off my throbbing foot.

  “Do you want me to take a look at that?” he gestured to my foot.

  “Why?” I eyed him questioningly.

  “Why what?” he asked.

  “Why would you offer to help me?” I shouted.

He looked a little taken aback.

He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small leather bag.

  “I offered to help an injured girl in the middle of the forest,” he moved closer to me and sat down. “Pan thinks there’s something different about you to the rest of your group,”

He reach out and grabbed my leg, pulling my injured foot into his lap.

Slowly and gently he untied my shoelaces and removed my shoe.

  “Why did you kick that rock?” he chuckled a little as he took of my sock and examined my foot. It was already bruised purple and swelling up around my toe knuckles.

  “I didn’t know it was stuck in the ground,” I said truthfully. “I was mad about being left behind and wanted to kick it far away but ended up hurting myself,”

I winced as he lifted my foot to see the underside.

  “Sorry,” he looked at me carefully. “Why did they leave you behind?”

  “I don’t know I wasn’t with them,” I snapped. He looked at me confused as to why I’d spoken like that. “Sorry. I don’t know. They never really notice I’m there so they probably didn’t notice I wasn’t. Or maybe they did and went looking for me. I don’t know,”

  “Are they your family?” he asked slowly.

  “In the literal sense yes,” I sighed. “They are my mother, father, sister and step grandmother? Our family tree is confusing. Also we have a tag-a-long pirate. But none of them raised me,”

  “That is confusing,” he smiled. “I need to bandage your foot,”

He reached into his leather bag and pulled from it a bandage and some large leaves I didn’t recognize.

  “These leaves will keep your foot cool and hopefully keep the swelling down,” he said as he folded the leaves around my foot. “I’m Felix by the way,”

  “Y/N,” I smiled back.

He began wrapping the bandage around the leaves on my foot.

  “Felix?” a voice called a little way away.

  “Who’s that?” I said suddenly nervous.

  “That’s Devin,” he finished bandaging my foot and tucked the end of the bandage underneath what was wrapped around.

  “Thank you,” I smiled at Felix. “Is Devin a friend of yours?”

  “I don’t really think he’s a friend of anyone,” he stood up and brushed dirt from his backside. “The kids a lost boy but he’s a little shit and everyone kinda thinks he’s a dick,”

  “Oh wow okay,” I laughed.

  “Over here!” Felix called to the direction Devin’s voice came from. “Here, I’ll help you up,”

He moved behind my and hooked his arms under mind and lifted me up to my good foot.

  “Thanks,” I said as he picked up my shoe and sock and handed them to me.

He looked at the ground around us then jogged away to edge of the clearing, returning with a large stick for me to steady myself with.

  “Hey,” a boy with dark hair and big eyes walked into the clearing now. “Oh good you made a friend,”

  “Y/N this is Devin,” Felix scowled. “Devin this is Y/N. She’s with the group here to get the kid but Pan has taken an interest so she’s off limits,”

  “I get that she’s off limits but if she’s with the group that’s after the boy then why is she conscious”

  “Y’know this is the attitude I was expecting from you,” I nudged Felix in the arm.

Rustling in the trees caught all our attention.

  “You’re alone right?” Felix asked Devin who nodded in response.

  “Y/N?” A voice called.

  “David?” I asked aloud. “That’s my father,”

The boys looked at me confused.

  “David I’m over here!” I called out.

I turned to Felix and Devin.

  “Thanks for all your help but you should go unless you wanna meet my family,” I laughed.

  “You call your father by his name?” Was all Felix said before David and Emma came into the clearing.

  “Long story,” I chuckled as David and Emma took in the situation.

Mary Margaret, Regina and Hook appeared behind them.

  “Oh Y/N you’re okay,” Mary Margaret ran to me and almost knocked me down with a hug.

  “Careful-” Felix grabbed my arm to stop me from falling. “She’s got an injured foot,”

  “Oh,” Mary Margaret looked from my to the tall lost boy beside me with concern in her eyes.

  “What is going on here?” Regina questioned.

  “Well after you left her behind-” Felix began explaining but I cut him off.

  “It’s alright,” I said to Felix then turned to my family. “I hurt my foot kicking a rock in anger after you guys took off without me and Felix here patched it up  for me. Devin just got here,”

a few eyes went to the bandage on my foot and others went to give the boys intimidating looks.

  “Thank you for taking care of her,” David said with confusion in his voice. “But it doesn’t change anything,”

  “Felix?” a new voice called from the trees.

  “Again?” he sighed. “What now?”

A boy ran into the clearing very out of breath. Felix left my side to go speak to this boy.

  “What the hell Y/N?” Emma said to me.

  “What?” I leant on my stick and glared at my sister. “What could you possibly have to have a go at me about? Why are you mad? Because you left me behind and had to come back to look for me?”

She looked at me with surprise at my anger.

  “Do you want to yell at me for being useless again and being left behind in the first place?” I’d started yelling now and Felix and the other 2 had stopped talking to watch what was going on.

  “Y/N I-” Emma started.

  “No wait I’m not done,” I held up my hand to silence her. “You left me behind. I got hurt and the supposed enemy is the one who cared for me. You barely notice when I’m there. And you didn’t notice I wasn’t with you until when? What tipped you off that I wasn’t there? There was no one in your way for a change?”

  “Trouble in paradise?” A new voice spoke up.

  “Great,” I rolled my eyes. “More lost boys,”

  “Actually I’m the lost boy,” a tall boy (not as tall as Felix) with golden brown hair and devilish green eyes was leaning against a tree behind my family.

  “Pan,” Emma said.

  “Indeed,” he chuckled and swaggered his way to me. “You must be Y/N,”

Felix ran to my side now. I looked from Felix to Pan nervously.

  “Get away from her,” David stepped between Pan and I protectively.

  “I’m just making friends,” Pan chuckled.

I awkwardly stepped sideways so I could see what was going on but ultimately failed at this when I stood down on my injured foot, forgetting that it was injured.

I cried out in pain and stumbled sideways.

  “Are you okay?” Felix said as he caught me.

  “Yeah,” I smiled at him much to David’s confusion. “Thanks,”

  “I could heal that if you’d like?” Pan’s offer shocked my family and I.

  “What trickery is this?” Hook said suddenly.

  “No trickery,” Pan shook his head. “The girl is hurt and can’t stand let alone walk. If the rest of you are going to continue searching for Henry then she won’t be able to join you,”

  “I hear an alternate option brewing in your mind,” Regina sighed.

  “You’re quite right,” he chuckled. “I’ll return Henry if she stays,”

  “What?” Emma, David and Regina all said in unison.

  “Yeah what?” I looked at Pan questioningly.

  “Felix told me about you turning a stick to a sword with just a few angry swings at a tree,” he walked around us as he spoke. “That’s the kind of power that Henry has and the reason I brought him here. But he doesn’t hear the flute and doesn’t want to stay. Y/N on the other hand hears the music clearly and is clearly not content with the life she lives with you,”

  “You,” I realized. “You were playing the flute during the night. What do you mean I can hear it but Henry can’t?”

  “And what do you mean she’s not content with her life with us?” David spoke up.

He looked at me for reassurance but I could only manage a small sad smile.

  “the music is heard by boys all over this island,” Pan began explaining. “And Y/N hears it too. But not Henry. It’s magic you see. It can only be heard by lost and lonely children. That is why Y/N can hear it,”

  “Lost and lonely?” Regina repeated as the others all looked at me for answers.

I looked at my parents, my sister, my family with sad eyes.

  “I’m sorry I feel this way,” I whispered.

  “It’s okay,” Mary Margaret spoke after being silent for a very long time. “You might not think so but I have been paying attention. I listened to what you said just before. About not being noticed. I do notice you sweetie,”

  “I know mom,” I said quietly. She sobbed and smiled when I said that. “Pan?”

  “Yes Y/N?” He looked at me now.

  “Does Henry want to go home?” I asked.

  “He’s positive that you are all looking for him and will take him home yes,” he nodded.

  “I’ll stay,” I said, straightening my shoulders. “Let Henry go. I want to stay,”

  “No Y/N we’ll find another way,” Emma said.

  “We always do,” David put his hand on my shoulder.

  “Dad,” I said quietly. I moved his hand from my shoulder and held it tightly. “I don’t want you to find another way. I want to stay,”

  “Mom?” another new voice was heard.

  “Henry?” Regina stepped forward, looking at someone behind me.

I turned and there he was. Henry was standing next to Pan who had a smile on his face.

  “I told you,” Pan said. “If she stays, I’ll return Henry. And she’ wants to stay. So here he is,”

Henry ran to the arms of his mothers Regina and Emma.

I felt David squeeze my hand and smiled up at him.

  “Do you really want to stay?” Mary Margaret asked as she took my other hand in hers.

I nodded as they let go of my hands and both hugged me from either side.

  “I do,” I rested my head on David’s shoulder as I hugged them both back. “I really do,”

I smiled at them both.

  “I’m one of them,” I said. “I fit the criteria. Lost, lonely, orphan. And I don’t blame either of you for any of that. In fact I blame Regina. Her curse is the reason that I grew up without you knowing I existed. Since the curse broke, I had no other memory to be returned so I have no idea how to feel. My parents remembered me and that’s great, I love you both. But it’s not the same as when you two just suddenly remembered that you had daughters. I’ll fit in here,”

My mother had started crying and the others were all listening intently. Regina didn’t seem fazed that I said I blame her either.

  “You’re all able to leave now,” Pan said to Hook. “She really will fit in here,”

Emma smiled at me with her arm around Henry’s shoulders.

I said goodbye to everyone at the beach where Hook docked his ship. Then the all got on board and that was the last I saw of them.

  “Welcome to Neverland,” Pan said as he stood by my side watching the ship disappear into a portal. “I hope you like it here,”

Princess of Devil’s Night

Words: 2.96k

Warnings: Messy and not as dramatic as its’ predecessor, don’t cut my head off please.

Description: A continuation of Pride and Joy. Emma is invited to Devil’s Night a year later. James deems it appropriate now that she has become accustom to the hotel and her own morbid thoughts (and also because she would rather spend Halloween with her daddy than trick-or-treating).

This is honestly all over the place but it took me a few days to put together some kind of plot. Honestly, I expect this to flop compared to its’ predecessor. I wrote this more due to the demand, as I personally felt as if Pride and Joy stood well on its’ own, the way I had intended for it to be. If you follow me, then you may have read this post, and know that the original requester had requested the same prompt to multiple people. While a few of us writers worked it out and communicated about this problem, I also explained why that was wrong to the requester. Overall, I was still unsure about continuing this. It was fun at first, but I slowly lost interest (which is probably evident halfway through). I still did try to put effort into it, since so many people wanted to see this, so I hope it still makes you all happy and you all enjoy because that’s my main goal ♡

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An alternative avenue to the Underworld arc and far more angsty end to 5A. Killian is gone and Emma is trying to pick up the pieces of her life when she starts getting strange signs that something is wrong.

Trigger warning for mental health issues and unintentional gaslighting.

~7000 words

red sky at morning.

Before coming to Storybrooke, Emma Swan had attended two funerals in her lifetime.

One was for work–she had a lead that her skip was going to be in attendance, and lo and behold, he’d shown up, predictable as clockwork. She’d tried to grab him as surreptitiously as possible, but had ended up knocking over the funeral tribute and giving the minister a concussion. (She’d ended up paid and the family didn’t press charges against her, so, in all, a win.)

The other had been for Maryanne Gilbert’s mom’s when she was in third grade. She’d been shuffled out of another home and into another school district when the second quarter of the school year had started. She’d only been there for about two or so weeks when Maryanne’s mother was killed in a car accident, and the whole third grade had been shuttled to the funeral in lieu of social studies that morning. It was weird, and Emma felt awkward and out of place because no one in class had really liked her and she had to sit through a funeral service for this woman she didn’t even know. But the one thing–the one thing that stands out to her in that memory is the crying. She’d never seen people just… cry. It’d always been something hidden, something heard through thin walls and muffled into pillows. Grief was strange, communal grief even stranger.

But now… she feels she can understand. It was difficult to bury Neal, but not… it was different.

Killian is another story.

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Enoch and Cuddling

(Author’s Note: so this was a really cute request I enjoyed making for @pinkbubblegum1970

Your POV

I waited in anticipation for the clock to strike the exact time where I’d meet Enoch downstairs, like every other night. Well, literally like every other night. And I’d always been the kind of person whose mind was always thinking, always rambling. Which evidently explains why I was lonesome when I first got here, which is the same day as today, but literally so long ago also - until Enoch came up to me, which I thought he was the kind of person to do that - which he was actually not, until I figured out he was just like me - which is why we go out a lot, alone, of course.

I thought about all this again like a person just spitting all these words out in one go. But I was silent. Not as silent as Fiona, but silent enough.

The clock ticked the time accurately just as my vision swiped over it, which satisfied me, for some reason. And I felt heat rise up to my cheeks, for some reason again.

I descended down the creaking stairs, which I don’t know how old it was, but it was also a day old again and again, and forever.

Enoch sat silently on the couch, fiddling with his fingers, his eyes on the ground, which I recognized. He was waiting, and he knew I was here.

He looked up at me. His face stayed solemn. “Hey.”, he said softly, with his usual deep, lazy voice. I beamed. “Hey.”, I said, sitting next to him, in which he didn’t flinch unsettlingly, like he usually did with others.

I haven’t mentioned one question to him since he started creating these late night meetings. I understood how he wanted complete loneliness for us, where no one else would try to communicate or invite us anywhere. But he was completely isolating us from everyone else, when we’ve lived with each other for nearly a century. But another thought haunted me a little bit. And it’s the only thought that, when I’m supposed to be usually jumping from different thoughts to others, I’m stuck on that one, blood-curdling idea. Was he hiding us? Was he ashamed of me?

We were silent, but completely okay with it.

“Are you ashamed of me?”, I said, out of the blue, which I sort of instantly regretted. He looked confused, which I rarely saw. “What are you talking ‘bout?”, he said in his thick accent, looking at me.

God, I loved his raven black hair.

“Nothing, it just popped up.”, I shrugged it off after regrettably mentioning it. I leaned back on the couch and he did after me. I noticed he shifted closer, so our thighs touched. I felt flattered, which made me feel okay, for some reason. “You mentioned it, love. Story time.”, he exhaled, stretching his arms and placing his palms behind his head as he yawned, like he was so certain I would tell him, which made me want to.

So I did.

I sighed first. Like I always did before spilling something out and having to narrate it all the way. But I noticed he liked me talking, and I liked him listening, which made me feel okay, for some reason.

“Are you ashamed of me?”, I just repeated. He sighed. “No?”, he responded. “You said it like you’re confused.”, I shrugged. “I’m not ashamed of you.”, he looked at me this time. I felt his eyes burning on my cheeks. I felt stubborn speaking it all out. But it also relieved me to vent it off my chest. “But you hide us away from the others. Like you’re ashamed.”, I hesitantly said, still not making eye contact with him. But he looked at me. I could tell he was thinking that I was insecure. And he moved in even closer so our shoulders touched. “What makes you think that I separate us because I’m ashamed?”, he asked and I felt okay that he did because it made me vent out even more. “I don’t know, I’m… probably just paranoid.”, I said, not knowing why I stopped myself, or maybe I just had nothing to say. “C'mon, love. You have to tell me.”, he said, shifting in even closer, so I felt his very faint breath on my neck.

There was this tension between us that made me want to kiss him, for some reason, which I didn’t feel for anyone in my whole life. I felt he wanted to kiss me, too.

“It’s like you don’t like ‘us’, but you like being with ‘me’.”, I stated. He shifted a little, but not farther away. “Y/N, you’ve always known I’ve been a complete ass introvert and also, very secretive of what’s mine, so no one else can get you. I’m seriously not ashamed of you. Just… overprotective.”, he said. And at that moment, I looked at myself as stupid for not even thinking about what he just said.

I looked at him. “Secretive of what’s yours, eh?”, I smirked, getting in the mood to tease him. “Yep.”, he raised his eyebrows. “You’re mine.”, he said before I said anything else. Blood rushed to my whole face. Then his hands traced over my cheek and chin. He had a little smile on his face. He leaned in and our lips met. His hands cupped my cheeks lightly and brushed down my arms. I didn’t want to, ever, let go.

I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I didn’t expect to, which was probably why I’m feeling way more butterflies than other people describe it as.

We pulled out in hushed panting and we both appeared flushed and had little grins on our faces with unforgettable stories behind them. His hand slowly found its way behind me and pulled me towards him as he slowly brought us down, slumping further into the couch. He pulled a propped blanket over us and I snuggled up to his chest. “I’m not ashamed of you.”, he said which made me feel better.

His hands brushed through my hair and it sent tingles and warmth throughout me, which I loved.

We drifted into slumber, my head on his heartbeat.

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I woke up because my eyes felt warm. Sunlight. Of course. My eyes eventually fluttered open and all I saw was the crook of Enoch’s neck with the little peak of the morning’s warmth. I straightened a little to see his face. So sleepy. My heart fluttered, for some reason. I felt his breath on my face. A part of him telling me we were both alive, and safe.

I was startled and I instantly twitched to a tap on my shoulder, which I sure wasn’t Enoch, because his arms were around me. I turned around and almost felt like a cat forced into an ice-cold bucket, which my impact woke Enoch up, too, which he didn’t care and just snuggled on the crook of my neck again.

My eyes were wide and I had nothing to say as everyone had eyes on us. Emma speaks up.

“Miss Peregrine is tired and you’re fortunate she didn’t catch you, in this… tangled mess. Get up or you’re crumbled dead to her.”, Emma snapped, not angry at us but scared for us, because she hates it when Miss P is irritated, even at the slightest.

I turned to face Enoch.

“Enoch… get up or Miss P’ll catch us.”, I said, shaking him slowly. “Enoch, get up, lad.”, I said to his ear. I tried to pull him up but he groaned and pulled me down. I squeaked and giggled as he pulled me close to him, cuddled back onto his chest. I playfully hit his chest. “Wake uuup.”, I whined. He play-slept but I could see the heart-melting smug but sleepy smile on his face. “Everybody is here, you ass.”, I said jokingly with a stress on each syllable. His eyes barged open.

“Oh, for God’s sakes, Emma, we’ll get out, stop staring, you know how uneasy that makes Y/N feel.”, he hissed and Emma shakes her head as she leads the sleepy others to the breakfast table. “I’m okay, Enoch.”, I said, smiling at him like I wanted to laugh, for some reason.

He looked at me and I felt comfortable again, which made me feel okay, for some reason.

“I’m not ashamed of you.”, he repeated, playing with my hair. “I know.”, I said with a broad smile as we straightened up to join the others.

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 95: The Magic Mirror

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 95: The Magic Mirror

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4 @annaamell@flslp87@emmateo26@fleurreads @doracianstormrose @mermaidswans@bethacaciakay@ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime @effulgentcolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones@kat2609@brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl @hellomommanerd @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven@charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46@snowbellewells@iamanneenigma @daxx04 @lapi-lazuli@nickillian @a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie@manic-pixiefangirl @britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @nofeels@holmes-a-holic@kmomof4 @linda8084  @spartanguard


The Magic Mirror

CS genre: Deleted Scene/Canon Divergence (2x6)

Emma took a deep breath and looked around the huge, cavernous room, trying desperately to ignore the cocky pirate at her side.  Her hand still tingled where he’d held it and bandaged it with his scarf.  Not that she had any intention of telling him that. The stupid pirate was way too full of himself as it was.

Still, from the looks of things around this place, she was going to have to suffer through his company for quite a while more.  There was treasure and junk piled everywhere.  How the hell were they ever going to find the magic compass?

“They horded all of their greatest stolen treasures in here,”  Hook said, picking up a golden coin, putting it to his nose and breathing it in.  “Piles of jewels, and every room filled with coins.”

Great.  Not only did they have a warehouse full of crap to sift through, it looked like her sticky-fingered companion was going to get distracted by everything that sparkled.

“Let’s get to it; the compass,” she said.

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Royal Pains: The Announcement

This will be a multi chapter fic that takes place eight months into their marriage. It will take you through the incredible journey of Emma Swan and Killian Jones pregnancy. It will be full of love, tears, joy, and of course a little smut;) Should be updating soon!

Chapter 2 and  3 and 4!

Rated M

You can find more of my work on Ao3 and FF!

Her whole body hurt. It was like Emma couldn’t get a break. Dealing with the town, being the sheriff, and handling what ever crisis had arrived in between. Being ill was not going to work for her full time schedule. But per her family and Killian’s request she has been ordered to bed, and to stay there.

Of course she didn’t go down without a fight saying that David needed help at the station. David solved that problem. Emma’s now husband is acting deputy, helping out until Emma is back on her feet. Killian argued at first saying that he needed to be there at home to take care of her. It was sweet of him, but she wasn’t ten. She could take care of herself.

Emma did love how her father and Killian were getting along again. There had been some bad blood for a while, but it seemed to have worked itself out as she thought it would. It was even David’s idea to have Hook stay on as a permanent deputy, saying that had extra money in the budget to bring him on part time.

Emma hoped that she would only be gone for only a day or so, but it had been almost a week of this shit. She could barely keep any food down, her body ached, and her temperature was elevated for the majority of the day. And then, like night and day she was better. Just like that, like nothing happened. Emma was back to work and life went on as usual.

Her father and husband were on patrol while Emma and her mother were getting weeks worth of paperwork caught up. They were carrying on normal motherly daughter conversation. Talking about married life and how Henry was doing in school when Emma sensed a familiar feeling deep in her gut. She dropped the files in her hands and booked it to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

“Emma honey, are you alright?” Snow worried through the door.

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i was yours from the start

summary: a pretty darn fluffy oneshot following the events of the following: world unknown, yours to keep, all that i’ll ever need, and merry christmas, here’s to many more.

word count: ~4400

also read on: ao3, ff.net

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEAGAN!! (I know, it’s not quite midnight yet for you, but it is for me so it totally counts!!!!) You’re the reason for this whole universe in the first place and you’re the reason I continue to cry every day about it, so I hope you enjoy this fifth installment!! <3  (and everyone go wish my dearest friend @swans-and-pirates a very happy birthday!)

It’s a rarity in the Jones house for there to be a morning of complete silence. Typically, there are two small bodies bouncing on her, begging her to get up. Or, her second favorite way to be awoken- yelling in her face about Daddy being gone.

Emma narrows her eyes at the sight of her alarm clock reading 8:00.

She turns onto her side, facing Killian’s side of the bed. He’s still sound asleep. He got in late and she picked him up from the airport, so he’s probably exhausted and catching up on some well deserved rest. With a small smile, she watches his chest rise and fall gently.

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Flufflet #7 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Last flufflet (for now)! Hope you’ve been enjoying them!

Going off of “sack of potatoes,” inspired by a convo with @clockadile, featuring Captain Cobra Swan and the CS baby–

It had been Henry’s fault.

Thanks to him, Emma had gotten addicted playing video games during her pregnancy, and her favorite had been Portal. So when Halloween rolled around, and the invitation to Regina’s costume-mandatory party came in the mail, she excitedly began putting together her Chel costume.

It had required Henry’s replica portal gun, which she’d gotten him for his birthday after he’d begged for one. So when she went upstairs to ask him if she could borrow it, she had to explain why, and he got really excited.

“We should come up with a theme!” he’d said.

“What, video game characters? But you were Link last year.”

“No, not video game characters. Potatoes.”

“Potatoes?” The hell?

“Yeah, you’re doing Portal 2 for your costume, right?” She’d nodded. “So, stick a potato on the portal gun!”

“Well, what are you going to be?” she’d asked. “And what’s Killian gonna do?”

“I’ll help him.”

“Kid, you remember what happened last time you helped Killian dress up for Halloween.” There had been a misinterpretation the one and only time Killian had ever attempted to dress up for the holiday. He’d gone with the other meaning of “dress up,” which had resulted in him wearing a three piece suit.

And Henry had been the one to help him; he’d insisted up and down that it had totally been a mistake, but Emma didn’t buy it. It had been pretty embarrassing, too, although Henry didn’t know that Emma had been under the impression that Killian was planning to dress up as Han Solo, so she’d shown up in the gold Leia bikini under a trench coat.

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen this time, I promise.”

“Good, because he was embarrassed about that, and you know how much he hates messing up when it comes to fitting in here.”

“I said I promise.”

She shouldn’t have believed him.

On the afternoon of the party, she was all set to go. She had on her costume, complete with homemade long-fall boots (okay, so she used a tiny bit of magic to make those). Hazel had on her cute little Space Core helmet, which August helped make. She was in the process of trying to keep the potato from falling off the portal gun when Henry scampered down the stairs in his Samwise Gamgee costume.

“Wow, Mom, you look great!”

“Thanks, kid. Have you been practicing your potato rant?”

“‘Boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew,’“ he said proudly. He went up to Hazel and gave her a big kiss. “Do you wanna go to space?” he asked. “Gonna go to space? Space?”

“Aiming for that to be her first word?”

He laughed. “Nah.”

“Where’s Killian?”

“He’s in the garage.”


“He won’t be able to walk down the stairs in his costume, so I’m gonna help him get it on there.”

“The hell is he dressing up as?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Henry said, slightly evilly, before scampering out the door. Uh-oh.

But Hazel was starting to fuss. She gave up on the potato for the time being, pulled off the Space Core helmet, and brought Hazel over to the couch. She was still in the middle of breastfeeding when she heard a bit of a commotion outside. Through the door, she could hear Henry almost coaxing Killian along, probably trying to help him up the front steps.

And then the door opened, and Killian awkwardly stepped through.

Emma burst out laughing, and his face immediately went dark. “I knew it,” he said angrily. “I knew this was another one of his pranks. Bloody hell, Emma, tell me it’s not so bad.”

“Oh my god,” she said. She had to calm down; she was laughing so hard, Hazel was having trouble latching. “Oh god, there’s an episode of Friends we haven’t gotten to yet, and that’s Ross’ costume.”

“No.” Ross was his least favorite character. “Please tell me you’re lying.”

“And he shows up at a Halloween party wearing that, and it’s like … this big potato pun–you wouldn’t get it.” She was ruining her eyeliner from laughing so hard. “Henry, get in here!”

“He’s already gone,” he said miserably. “He said he’d meet us at Regina’s.”

“I have an idea,” she said. “I just need to put Hazel down so I can get you out of that abomination.”

When they arrived at Regina’s, Henry was visibly disappointed that they’d found a way out of his prank, and then mildly confused. “I don’t get it,” he said, staring at Killian, whose costume now consisted of a beret, an apron, and a the little egg frying pan Zelena had gotten them as a housewarming gift back in the day (it was small enough to fit into the pocket of the apron, so Killian could free up his hand when he needed to).

“I’m a French fry,” Killian said proudly. “And you should beware.”

“Why’s that?”

Killian leaned in and whispered, almost too quietly for Emma to overhear: “I’ve been known to be rather single-minded about getting revenge.”

Tripping Over the Blue Line (13/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: HAPPY SEASON OPENER! Things. Are. Happening. In case anyone was wondering, I listened to a lot of “Time” by Cute Is What We Aim For while writing this chapter because not only does it fit, but I have not listened to new music since, approximately, 2008. As always, I can’t thank you guys enough for every single word of response to this story. It blows my mind. My endless gratitude to @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan - who has a NEW EDIT FOR THIS CHAPTER, AGH. 
Also living the good life on Ao3, FF.net & tag’ed up on Tumblr

It was raining.

Of course.

“Ok,” Emma said sharply, stopping short in front of Merida as she nearly collided with her back. “Go over the itinerary one more time.”

Merida glanced down at the clipboard in her hand and nodded once and Emma got the very distinct impression she was being placated – she didn’t care.

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anonymous asked:

Captain Swan: 26

Um… this got away from me. Okay. Sorry. Happy belated Valentine’s Day, nonny.

(also anxiety inducing because a) i haven’t written fic in almost two years, and b) i’ve never written captain swan before, but i hope you liked it! this is way longer than a drabble… oops?)

“I got you a present.”

Emma turns to him, the floorboards of the Jolly creaking gently under her weight, brow quirked. “Present? I thought we agreed on no presents.” She raises his flask and takes a sip of rum, feeling the dark liquor burn smoothly down her throat.

“Aye, we did, love,” Killian nods, a small smirk appearing on his features. “But I promise this is only a small gesture. A token of my appreciation, I suppose. It isn’t even related to the holiday.”

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Guitars and Scarred Hearts (6/?)

A Rockstar!Killian Captain Swan AU

Rated: E

Also on AO3

It has been forever and a day. I want to thank @galadriel26​, @lenfaz​, @teamhook​, @kmomof4​ for their encouragement as I dealt with a wicked bouth of writer’s block these last few months. xoxo

The tight squeeze on Killian’s arm hurt like hell, second only to the stabbing pain that went shooting through his skull as he tried to open his eyes. Slamming his lids shut in an effort to stop the agonizing throb, he took stock of his surroundings using other senses.

Machines beeped as the kung fu grip on his biceps relaxed. The air smelled medicinal and the drone of daytime television came from off in the distance.


Had he been in an accident?

Ignoring the pain, he opened his eyes again and, as his pupils adjusted to the harsh lighting, he took stock.

No casts. 

He flexed his toes and bent his knees, breathing out a sigh of relief when he could move them, the rasp of crappy industrial linens under his legs. 

Not paralyzed.

A nurse bustled in, startling him and Killian choke-coughed, his throat raw.

“What happened?” His voice was wrecked and gravelly, and it felt like he was trying to swallow around a rock.

The nurse held up a finger and went to the phone on the wall.

“Can you let Dr. Miller know the patient in room 204 is awake?” She hung up and turned, walking over to the bed and taking Killian’s wrist in her hand. “The doctor will be in shortly to go over things with you, Mr. Jones.” She avoided eye contact with him as she took his pulse, checked the last reading on the blood pressure machine and went to the computer to type in some numbers.

Realizing she wasn’t going to give him any information, Killian leaned his aching head back onto his pillow and started wracking his brain.

He remembered the crisis team standing by while his manager raked him over the coals for getting arrested. Killian had slouched in the corner, rum bottle in hand, as the suits devised a PR plan to pull their client’s ass out of the mess he’d put himself in. When they left, he’d made a few calls and by nightfall, a party was in full swing.


Had he talked to her? Killian scrunched up his face trying hard to separate reality from the dozens of conversations he’d had in his head with her since that night on the boat. The night they’d kissed and touched, her blonde head in his lap as –

No, wait. That hadn’t been on the boat. And that hadn’t been Emma. The hair was too brittle. The eyes all wrong. The sounds she made as he fucked her – them, because holy shit there were two – were porn star fake.

Oh, God.

A boisterous knock came and before Killian could croak out a “come in” the door swung open. A doctor he didn’t recognize was followed into the room by a man he knew all too well, and parts of his lost night came flooding back.

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Hitched (3/10)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook and @followbatb, here’s ya tags ^^)



The loud purr of the engine woke her this time. Emma opened her eyes to see light streaming through the windshield below. There was a little crick in her neck, and she stretched as far as she could, yawning. Then she shimmied around and dropped down into the main area of the cab. Jones was once again nowhere to be seen, but it was a bright, sunny morning, the sun reflecting off the snow lying on the berm of the road and the wet asphalt.

Emma had finished restoring the fold-down bed to its upright and locked position (Like a plane tray table, she thought with amusement), and was pulling on her boots when she saw Jones emerge from the store again. There was a thermos in his hand and a bag suspended over his left arm. He was grinning widely and shaking his head.

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anonymous asked:

bizarre trope: superhero and someone with a popcorn cart

Everyone knew Captain Hand.

An ex navy seal who lost his hand at war, honourably discharged and sent back home to live out his days with honour. He could have chosen to spend his days living in luxury off his billion dollar inheritance, but Killian Jones wasn’t that kind of man. Instead he’d worked with a team of highly specialised scientists and engineers to fit him with a super bionic prosthetic and multiple crime fighting gadgets.

He’d become Boston’s very own real life Ironman. He was always there when rescue teams needed him, be it building fires, armed robberies or rescue missions- he was on the case, saving lives, catching bad guys and keeping his hometown safe.

He was Boston’s biggest celebrity and he wasn’t afraid to flaunt his face for the cameras…. Everyone loved and knew Captain Hand. 

But Emma Swan knew different. 

Emma Swan knew Killian Jones. The bashful gentleman who’d seat himself on the lone stool outside her confectionary stall in the wee hours of the morning, keeping her company and helping her pack up the left over food to hand out to the homeless every night.

He’d show up at midnight on the dot, a smirk and a flower in tow, and she’d hand him a mixed popcorn and a coffee. They’d talk, he’d flirt, she’d tease, they’d banter… he’d walk her home at 3am and wish her goodnight, always hoping she’d invite him in while she always hoped she’d work up the courage to ask.

They were kindred spirits. Both loners, both with tough exteriors… both with hearts too big to be left exposed to cruel harsh world- both making the best out of the cards they’d been dealt. 

He’s madly in love with her. but he knows with the life he leads, he’s terrified of letting her in, only to lose her. 

That becomes a reality for him one night when he finds her kiosk closed. The message comes through minutes after. The Golden crocodile is back. The man responsible for him losing his hand overseas has come back to finish the job… and he’s holding emma as bait to reel him in.

He goes to the warehouse he’s meant to. Gold is there with Emma tied up behind him. The sight breaks him and fuels him at the same time. His fear turns to anger, his blood soars from cold to hot. 

“Let her go.”

“Oh, she’ll be just fine, dearie. As long as you do what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

“I want you to die. Slowly. Painfully. And then I want all your riches that should rightfully have been mine.”

He wasn’t aware of his father’s partnership with Gold until it was too late. The man accused his father of taking billions that should of been his from a business partnership gone wrong. He’d taken out Brennan, and was now hoping to take out Killian too to get what he believed belonged to him.

“You have my word, Gold. Just let her go.”

“How very noble of you.” the man sneered.

Gold held up his cane and struck killian with a heavy blow, forcing him to drop his knees. Every fibre in his body was screaming at him to fight back, but he knew he couldn’t just yet. Emma was too close by and in far too much danger for him to strike just yet. 

He had to get her out of there.

Gold had been smart. He must have known Killian wouldn’t have come completely weaponless and was somehow using magnetic interference to stop his weapons from working.

“It’s going to take a lot more than that, dearie!” he laughed, kicking away Killian’s shock taser and landing a blow to his ribs. 

“I can’t tell you how long i’ve been waiting for this!”

Before he could revel in his win, a smack to the back of the villain’s head had him crashing to the ground out cold.

Emma stood behind him like a warrior goddess.

“Swan! You’re depriving me of a dashing rescue!”

“Sorry. The only one who saves me is me. Besides, this jerk had it coming to him. He’s made me lose a whole night’s worth of business.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup. Frank gets grouchy if he doesn’t get his hotdog… and there’s a rather dashing man who’s a sucker for my mixed popcorn.”

“You do make fantastic popcor-”

Emma cut him off with her lips. Looking death in the face had both of them realising life was too short for if’s but’s and maybe’s.

The first time he brings her home, she’s shocked beyond belief. She expects to be taken to some huge fancy mansion, but instead is lead to a decent sized, cozy family home, tucked away near the water side. 

He asks her to move in with him 3 months later. She gladly accepts.

It’s on their one year anniversary that she comes home to the smell of smoke.

“I burnt it. Sorry, love.”

Emma opens the steel dish in front of her to find it full of blackened popcorn… but nestled in the centre is a beautiful sparkling ring in an exquisite box.

She says yes before he’s even had the chance to get down on one knee. 

It’s after the Gideon Massacre that they both decide to retire. 

Captain Hand becomes but a memory and Emma’s popcorn stall is sold to a homeless shelter, funded by Mr and Mrs Jones as a free food stop for the homeless.

They explore the oceans on his ship and she welcomes their daughter into the world one April night when they’ve just finished painting her nursery.

He may be the nation’s hero but she almost slapped him when he suggested calling her poppy. 


A Family Addition for Captain Swan 

A Canon Divergent set sometime in the future after Emma and Killian are married.   A series of one-shots centering around a CS pregnancy.  Pregnant -Emma’s POV - here, Pregnant - Killian’s POV - here, First Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV - here, First Doctor’s Visit- Killian’s POV - here, Heartbeat - Emma’s POV - here, Heartbeat - Killian’s POV - here ; First Movement - here; Ultrasound - here.

Thanks to @duathadun for her excellent wall work and for @hellomommanerd correcting all my mistakes.  

Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV          
After you read Emma’s POV, read Killian’s here

Rated - K   Words - ~5K

Once the secret was out, Emma felt that her life became easier, yet more difficult at the same time. She couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without feeling like at least a dozen pairs of eyes were watching her every move.  She had even accused Killian of asking the entire town to spy on her, to which he had responded, “Why love, would I ever do something like that?” with his oh so innocent face.  She was pretty sure he was guilty, she just couldn’t prove it.  

And nowhere did she feel like it was more so than when she stepped into Granny’s for her morning cup of hot chocolate.   Leaning against the counter, she waited for her order which seemed to be the weekly remedy to soothing her stomach and felt the eyes of everyone on her.  She wasn’t sure what they were waiting for but wondered if possibly they were watching to see if her stomach suddenly grew like the last few pregnancies in Storybrooke.  Thankfully, a protection spell would keep that from happening.  Taking her "to-go” cup and unconsciously gently rubbing her stomach she exited Granny’s under the watchful eyes of at least five of the dwarves.  

Running into Archie on her way to the station and being questioned on her choice of drink added to the aggravation of the day, so much so that by the time she got to work she was spoiling for an argument.  Her guilt for running out of the house this morning without saying goodbye, combined with her frustration from what felt like constant staring from the good citizens of Storybrooke and then mixed with her volatile emotions created a dam threatening to burst.  For the sake of everything she held dear, she really hoped this would be one morning her father decided to come in late, as time alone sounded heavenly. 

Of course, that couldn’t happen either, for as she opened the door, she walked into the room just as she heard her dad say, “Thanks for the head’s up, Killian.  I’ll let you know when she arrives.” When he saw her and realized he was caught a sheepish look crossed his face as he quickly hung up. 

“Good morning, honey.” He came closer as if to embrace her, “How are you today?”

“Really, Dad,” she answered him, an edge already making its way into her voice.  "I caught you on the phone with my husband, who apparently was tattling on me, and you ask how I am?“ Continuing to walk on into her office she dropped her bag on the floor and set the hot cup on her desk, before turning back to her father. "Why don’t you tell me how I am?" 

"Now Emma,” he began, “don’t be like that.”

Knowing she was being just a little bit irrational but unable to stop the words from exploding out of her mouth, “Don’t be like that?” she asked him, before shouting, “Don’t be like that?  How am I supposed to be?  Tell me and then I’ll know.” She could feel the anger disappearing to be replaced by frustration, which more often than not brought tears, “You try feeling like you’re going to throw up every time you see food but then the next minute you want to eat everything in sight.  Or how about that parts of your body no longer feel like your own.” She stopped and clenched her hands together, before continuing, “or how you can go from so happy you want to shout it to the world to being so scared you’re going to screw up that you want to scream and cry for hours." 

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The Proposal

So since my blog got deleted, over the next few weeks I’ll be reposting most of my old one shots. This one is one of my favorite AUs. Enjoy.


An AU based on the movie The Proposal. Killian is the editor in chief at Morrison & Jones Publishing, and Emma is his assistant.

Word Count: ~14k

Emma Swan smiled as she finished the last sentence of her new manuscript. She couldn’t wait to show it to her boss, Killian Jones, the editor in chief of Morrison & Jones Publishing.

Unfortunately, her boss was something of a tyrant. Emma’s parents told her to quit almost daily. She usually worked fifty or sixty hours a week as the assistant of Killian Jones, but she was convinced that all her hard work and dedication would get her a promotion.

Emma’s thoughts were interrupted when her boss poked his head into her tiny office. “Miss Swan, I’m going to need you to work this weekend.”

Emma looked up from her computer. “But I am going home this weekend for my grandmother’s 90th birthday. I cleared it with you weeks ago.”

“You can celebrate her next birthday. I need you here this weekend. This is your job Miss Swan, and it has to come first,” Killian said.

Emma’s computer pinged, indicating that she had received another email.

“Is that your family?” asked Killian.

“Yes,” said Emma.

“Did they tell you to quit?”

“They tell me every day,” said Emma.

“Well, it’s a good thing you can’t say no to your devilishly handsome boss. I’ll need my coffee in twenty minutes.” Then he left before Emma had a chance to respond.

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