When Regina appears in Wish Realm, she needs Emma to remember who she really is. Since threatening the kingdom or her parents doesn’t seem to work, and she won’t hurt Henry, Emma’s other True Love will have to do. Who knew the naive Princess Emma wasn’t so innocent after all?
Summary: Canon divergence from 3x13 onward, where Walsh never reveals himself and Storybrooke isn’t where it should be. Emma and Killian have to not only find a way back to Storybrooke and Emma’s family, but keep each other and Henry safe in the process.
Rating: T… for now.
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The moments driving away from Storybrooke are painful because there in
her rear-view mirror, she has to say goodbye. She memorizes the details quickly
before she forgets them forever: her parents crying, Regina sullen and
heartbroken, Neal wistful and sad over what could’ve been, and Hook… She swallows
down the sob that threatens to break free.
Her family, her past, her future, all huddled together at the town line
as the curse comes to take them away. She turns it into a joke as she puts the
Bug in gear and drives forward. My
parents, my ex, and a pirate walk into a bar… and the absurdity pushes a
smile onto her face. She’s wearing that smile when they cross the town line
She doesn’t know why she’s smiling, other than her son is in the
passenger seat taking in the scenery like he’s never seen it before. Which is
ridiculous, of course, because he saw it on the drive up. This was just what
they needed. A small escape from reality before starting fresh. She’s not
excited about finding a new place to live, or buying new clothes, or finding a
new school for Henry, but she knows it is all stuff that has to be done when
they get to New York.
inspired by new girl and the lack of any cute cs scenes in the house. its like 1am so all mistakes are mine:)
“Swan.” Killian says, coming to stand beside her as he waits patiently for her to look up from where she’s mixing the pancake batter.
“Hm?” She checks the batter for any lumps before she tilts her head to look at him, “What’s up?”
“This color is absolutely horrendous.” He holds the little palette up, his eyebrows twitching together in a frown.
Her mouth hangs open and she drops the spatula into the bowl, turning to face him with a hand settled on her hip, “Excuse me?”
“Wood should be a dark shade, love.” He throws the palette of paper that she had given him this morning, telling him that this is gonna be the colour of our wooden floors.
Despite the Evil Queen running around town, Killian and Emma had decided that they will find their quiet moments, that theywill live out their normal domestic lives, and one of them included renovating this house which is home now in every sense of the word, but is just so…white.
“Okay, I agree that this place is too bright right now, but if we get really dark wooden floors then it’ll look weird cause the kitchen cabinets are all white.”
“Then we’ll change the kitchen cabinets.” He shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, his eyes doing a weird (adorable) thing.
She holds up her fingers as she counts them with every word, “We agreed on changing the floor, changing the bathtub to a bigger one wide enough for two people, and to turn the fourth bedroom into a library. We’re not renovating a perfect kitchen.”
“Wouldn’t this steel cold storage thing look better surrounded with darker shades?” He points towards the fridge, raising an eyebrow.
Captain Swan 6x10 Canon Divergence AU:
Princess Emma has strange dreams about one mysterious man, unfamiliar land and life she never had. One day she decides to find out the meaning of her dreams then she meets Killian Jones and the adventure that waits for them.
Summary: Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?
I know… it’s been ages. But I’m back to this story now! I cannot commit to a weekly update, because writing this fic is a lot of work that involves plotting, rewatches, tweaks, backstory and a huge amount of detail that is really draining for me. So bear with me. I will commit to have an update every two weeks. All comments and reviews of encouragement will be highly appreciated
The sound of knocking at the door interrupted Killian’s first cup of coffee in the morning. He went to answer, still absentmindedly holding his mug in his right hand.
Regina was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a sensible grey dress and a coat, holding a basket full of red apples. She was poised to speak, but whatever words she had died on her lips the second she got a good look at him, her eyes widening as she trailed her gaze back and forth over his body. It was then that Killian realized he hadn’t bothered to put on his shirt before opening the door, his bare chest attracting the Mayor’s attention before she lowered her gaze appreciatively to where his jeans were hanging low on his hips. Killian contemplated acknowledging her interest with a suggestive remark, but he ultimately decided against it. He had zero intention of following up on those remarks with any type of dalliance with his son’s adoptive mother. Some doors - much like his heart - were better to remain closed. He settled for a soft clear of his throat and a raised eyebrow in her direction.
Summary: The Evil Queen uses Hyde’s serum to separate Hook and Killian. After kidnapping Captain Hero, she asks Captain Hook to poison Emma, but his other half just refuses to let him. Season 6 Canon Divergence. Rated M for some lusty thoughts and swears. 1.2k preview.
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Hook really does try his best not to stare down the food on his plate suspiciously. The Swan woman, Emma, sits across the table, prattling on about whatever happened at her job earlier in the day. From the window, Hook can see the Jolly Roger with dropped anchor in its proper port, so close that he could simply walk up to it and steal it if he tried.
He can feel his other half - he refuses to call it his better half, and has taken to calling the other Killian the “weaker one” - struggling in whatever brigg the Evil Queen has kept him in since their serum division. It’s a stark reminder of his task, the one the Evil Queen is paying him handsomely to do. If Hook can pretend to be Killian Jones long enough to slip the poison into Emma’s morning coffee, then her Royal Majesty Regina will put a brand new, shiny magic bean in his hand and he will never have to spend another gods forsaken minute in this land.
“Killian, you’re quiet this morning. Everything alright?” Hook’s attention snaps up to Emma, her worried eyes a sure sign that whatever she suspects, it isn’t about his true identity. For a moment, he forms his answer. It’s been awhile since any words that left his mouth weren’t cynical in nature, but if he’s going to do this right, he needs to really play his part well.
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Summary: “All it takes is one shift in the foundations to create an insurmountable
wave. All that can be done is to try and tread the water for as long as
possible. And sometimes the easiest way to stay afloat is to drown in
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I… I…. I am emotion. I have so many very strong feelings about Killian and his ever-present self-loathing, and this is so painful and perfect that I am just blubbering over here. All those years being stuck in the darkness are sure to haunt him even now, especially now, maybe, that he is trying to move on from the feelings of hatred and pain and vengeance to build a better life for himself with Emma. The intensity of this breakdown sounds like a terrible, relentless panic attack, and something I can sincerely empathize with. I’m relieved that he has someone who truly cares for every part of him, someone who can bring him back from his precarious teetering over the edge of darkness and surround him with light.
She quietly closed the door and tossed her coat over a chair, hoping not to awaken her parents and have to listen to questions for which she had no answers. Toeing off her boots, she moved around the table, and with her foot on the bottom stair, released the breath she had been holding.
“Emma,” she heard her mother whisper, “so happy to see you’ve returned home at,” and she hesitated as if looking at the clock, “3:00 am.”
Emma dropped her head, counted to ten and took a deep breath before turning around, “I wasn’t aware I had a curfew,” she snapped.
Snow remained seated and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing.
Feeling like a teenager who was being scolded for staying out too late, she continued. “Mom, come on. Is this really necessary?”
“Come sit down,” she said as she stood up and pushed out a chair for Emma. “I’ll make cocoa and we’ll talk.”
“But Mom, why are you even up anyway?” Emma beseeched, not moving from her place beside the stairs.
“I was up with Neal and realized you weren’t home and got concerned,” Snow told her quietly. “Please.”
Emma looked up at the ceiling and blew out air, “I really need my own place.”
Snow didn’t say anything further but moved around the kitchen heating the milk for the cocoa.
After taking a few more deep breaths, Emma moved across the room and slid into a chair, dropping her head onto her folded arms. She knew that her parents were coming to like Hook more each day, but wished that she didn’t have to have this conversation. Hearing her mother set the mug next to her and settle into a chair she finally lifted her head, wrapping both hands around the drink.
“Emma,” Snow began, “There are so many moments that a mother wants to share with her daughter. Her first crush, her first kiss,” she hesitated to take a sip of the hot drink, “the first time she…”