Sunlight filters through
the open curtains, making Killian’s eyes flutter open. A lazy smile breaks
across his face as he notices the thick snowflakes falling down rapidly
outside, sticking to the branches visible from their bedroom’s window.
Emma sleeps soundly beside
him, breathing softly. He turns towards her, a gentle smile tugging her lips as
the light hits her just right –
making her hair look more golden, and making her skin glow.
He’s aware that there is a
certain tradition attached to this holiday which he’d been explained by both
Henry and David quite embarrassingly as both men didn’t really want to have
that conservation, but cared too much about Emma to let it go. Out of the
broken and stumbling explanations of both men, Killian gathered that this was a
day assigned to shower the person you love with material objects. It didn’t
quite fit right with him as he would gladly buy (or steal – however Emma would
frown upon that) anything she ever wished for in this realm on any day. Yet who was he to ever let an
opportunity to shower his Swan with love and affection go by?
Glancing quickly at the
clock, Killian realizes Emma’s annoying little alarm still has more than hour
to go off and as much as he’d like to get some sleep as the night before they
had entertained their family at home which had left them both exhausted, Emma
looks too stunning this morning.
Also, she’s wearing one of
his pirate shirts and her creamy skin is quite plainly on display for him.
Pushing the covers away
from himself and Emma, he moves towards the end of the bed, lightly pulling her
panties down. He slowly spreads her legs, exposing her pink skin to his gaze.
Wetting his lips, he gives her a tentative lick, ensuring not to touch her clit
so he could keep her on the edge and drag this out as much as possible.
okay so i’m writing after 6 months. literally. be kind to me, please <3
this is for the cs au week ofc for beloved tropes of…friends to lovers!
thanks a million to @high-seas-swan for listening to me babble about this fic and helping me figure out an ending.
hope you guys like it <3
Rating: M - well kind of
It’s a Thursday when Killian realizes he’s
in love with his best friend. Well, has been in love with her for a bloody long
time and knows she feels the same way
He’s always known that he fancies her –
when she rolls her eyes at him, when she tells him how she tracked down a sleaze
ball while using such colorful curses which would put pirates to shame, when
she tries to hide her tears during Lion
King and kicks him when he cocks a teasing eyebrow at her.
Hell, even when she shows up at his door at
3 a.m. in her pajamas, a bottle of rum in one hand, and tears streaming down
her face. The lost girl inside her catching up to her as she sobs in his arms,
not caring that her tears and snot is sticking to his shirt.
He fancies her.
(Even when she’s yelling at him.)
He’s in a hospital when he decides to
finally tell her.
Killian tries to sit up but winces, a voice
tsking at him before it speaks, “Your ankle is sprained.”
“Bloody hell” he rubs his hand over his
face. He hates hospitals - there’s just a smell to them which makes him want to
leave and never come back. He’s taken to see a specialist at a high-end clinic
instead of coming to the hospital for his hand. Seems like the hospital got
upset and took revenge on him.
He knows he’ll never hear the end of this
from Emma, David, and Robin, and never hear the end of Regina, his half-sister,
snarking at him for this stupid accident. Emma will probably never let him
drive his bike anymore.
Damn that dog and damn that old man. For a
second there, lying on the ground after being hit by a car and bumping his head
on the tree in front of him, he thought he was going to die. Interestingly, just
before he hit the ground, his life flashed before his eyes.
(He always was such a drama queen.)
The last thing he saw before he passed out
was her face, a wide smile making her nose scrunch in the adorable way, and his
last thought was of regret. Regret of not ever telling her.
The nurse winks at Killian as she slides in
some extra jello containers to him.
“Your discharge papers should be ready
anytime soon, Mr. Jones” she informs him, forming her lips into a pout,
“Coincidently, my shift also ends then.”
Killian smirks. He’s no stranger to women
finding him attractive and flirting with him. Normally, he would put on his stupid smoldering look (as Emma calls
it) and make some innuendo asking the nurse out, but poor timing on her part.
He’s only looking for one woman –
– who barges the door open. Her eyes are
wide and red, the tear tracks still evident on her face; her breathing erratic.
He doesn’t even get a chance to say
something before she’s hugging him, her hands digging into his back, and her
face buried in the crook of his neck. He bites back his wince at the force of
her hug, and instead brings his arms around hers, burying his face in her
“Oh shit sorry, I’m probably hurting you”
she sniffles, separating from him but keeping her hands on his shoulders as she
sits on the side of the bed.
“That’s alright, Swan” he smiles, brushing
her tears away with his thumb.
New Year, New Me. Emma hates this cheesy, over-used, and quite
frankly tacky line. Within the first few days of January she has seen it
freaking everywhere – in TV
commercials with “healthy” yogurts, on the radio with jockeys reminding
everyone of their new years’ resolution, and even on Facebook statuses of
people she didn’t give two shits about.
Most of those
annoying New Year’s resolutions she has seen have to do with weight loss, or
ditching an unhealthy addiction, or some very few people with the ‘spend more
time with family’ promises. But unlike them all, Emma has a quite simple
Show people (even if I hate them) how much I care
and value their presence in my life.
Taking out a
writing pad from the desk in the Sheriff office, she grabbed a pen and titled
it in capital letters, PEOPLE I CARE
ABOUT (EVEN IF SOME OF THEM ARE A PAIN IN MY APPARENTLY ROYAL ASS), and
quickly after scribbling a “1.” writes down Henry
He’s the most
obvious and easiest one to show. Her darling boy would be happy if only she
took him to Granny’s, then got him an ice-cream, and spent some time reading
the fairytale book.
however, were much trickier.
from the godforsaken island of Neverland, the town has been surprisingly
quaint; living up to it’s small town reputation. Of course as Sheriff she is
still pretty busy as after all it’s a town full of fairytale characters who
have grudges double her age, and the patience and understanding of toddlers.
Scratch that, she’s sure the toddlers have much
more grace and acceptance of everyone else and this new world than the
Yet, with her
having spent some actual quality time with her parents – the three of them
growing much closer as Emma voiced her anxiety about finally having parents and how weird it all feels (especially since
they’re freaking Snow White and Prince Charming and the same age as her), they’ve
been quite understanding and let her have her space when she needs it, but are
also there when they know she’s pushing them away.
down her parents name, another obvious choice.
reached an agreement, and dare she say, almost friendly relationship with
Regina, her once quite nefarious archnemesis. Henry divides his time between
the two of them as he pleases, and Regina has now not begrudgingly but quite openly accepted Emma’s role in Henry’s
life. They’ve even had lunch together quite a few times with Henry and
sometimes Snow joining them in. Emma might even consider them on friendly terms
so this is a little fic i wrote of emma and killian talking about having kids. cause i have a lot of feelings.
this fic tbh is kind of born out of my own pettiness after that anon called me condescending for me not wanting cs babies or marriage to happen. well, this is actually something i’d be okay with so yeah. this fic is for you anon <3
his eyes on her as she struts around their room, going through her nightly
routine. He has already used the bathroom and now is just lazing on their bed
on top of the covers, shirt and jeans disposed off properly in the laundry
hamper, and his hook, brace, and rings all stacked neatly on the little table
beside him with his book.
If it weren’t
for the fact that they had had a quite adventurous, more than adventurous, night – with them having to deliver
Belle’s baby and all – Emma would’ve thought his intent gaze following her movements
were lustful. Yet as she takes her shirt off and throws it in the general
direction of the laundry hamper and is working in unhooking her bra, she chances a sly glance towards him to find his eyes fixed on her face, and not her now exposed breasts.
She looks down his bare chest, trailing the dark hair all the way down to his boxers and…nothing.
down horny pirate in her brain as a reason for
his staring, and after taking her leggings off and putting on a big sweatshirt, switches the lights off and
slips into the covers, watching as he himself settles under the covers beside
He turns and
faces her, his hand coming under his cheek as he peers down at her.
okay? Why are you brooding?” She finally whispers, bringing a hand to ruffle
his hair back, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the side of his forehead.
love, just thinking.”
and thinking; that’s a classic combo.” She smiles as her similar words from so long ago make his
lips twitch into a little smile.
Alright so I went really overboard with this one, forgive me! I hope you like it :)
Emma had never thought marriage was in the cards for her. She had definitely never thought that drunk marrying her best friend in Vegas was in the cards as well.
Emma fluttered her eyes open, the sunlight peeking in the room making her head hurt along with the massive hangover she had. To her right she felt a warm body stir and an arm tightening around her waist. She slowly craned her neck towards it, and saw her best-friend Killian Jones looking down at her, still deep in sleep. She noticed he had lipsticks marks all over his lips, cheeks, and neck and she panicked for a second.
But she felt clothes on her body, yes definitely clothes as she lifted her arm to find the dark pink dress she was still wearing. Sleeping in bed beside Killian wasn’t an unusual sight but it was usually reserved for when they needed each other emotionally or if they couldn’t’ go home for whatever reason. Emma remembers for certain that she has her own room in the villa Killian booked for the four of them for their little trip to Las Vegas as a party for Mary Margaret and David on their second year marriage anniversary.
She sits up, moving Killian’s arm gently from her waist to his own chest which also had a few lipstick marks. She gulps down the water beside her table and finds Killian’s room to be trashed. Alcohol bottles and weird circle necklaces and balloons – and wait, why does the balloon say Just Married?
Before Emma can figure out a completety sane answer to that, (somewhere along the lines of Mary Margaret and David maybe buying it for themselves), she cracks her knuckles. And that is when she notices it.
A ring. On her left hand’s ring finger.
No no no no this could really not be it. But as she snaps back to Killian and notices the ring in his left hand as well, she stands up to examine the balloon. Behind the balloons, there is a giant picture frame which has a picture of her and Killian, both in the clothes they had worn to go club hopping and are still wearing. They were standing with their hands intertwined, a huge smile plastered on both their faces as they gazed at each other with such an emotion that anyone could’ve thought it was an actual marriage portrait.
But it wasn’t. It was one big drunken mistake.
Emma considered her options: 1) wake up Killian and have them figure this out together, 2) destroy the balloons, pictures, and rings and hope Killian doesn’t remember or act as if she doesn’t remember, 3) run.
As always the last option wins and Emma runs down to her room, locking the door behind her.
“So you’re finally up!” Emma yelps in surprise, her friends Mary Margaret and David sitting on her bed eating popcorn.
Emma stays silent – do they know about it?
“How is the husband?” David smirks, and Mary Margaret and him share a smile.
Emma couldn’t decide what described her situation the best right now – weird, strange, or awkward.
She felt Henry nudge her shoulder and turned towards him, her not so little boy anymore offering her a supporting smile. She returned it and brought her arm around his shoulder, still not used to him being almost her height.
Emma had spent hours listening to Killian talk about Milah one night on the Jolly, starting with a grin on his face which later turned into a sad smile – about her bravery, how she fought side by side with him, the way she commanded the crew around with a no-nonsense attitude, the way she sometimes cried with her face buried in his neck and Bae’s scarf in her hands, everything.
“This is where Rumple is bringing Killian” the other woman spoke as they halted at the edge of the docks. She turned towards mother and son, her gaze assessing.
Yeah, awkward was the right word.
Emma nodded, swaying slightly on her heels as she stared at the ground, unsure of what to do. Out of all the people, Gold or well Rumplestilstkin, the man Killian hated the most and she mostly wanted to punch in the face was the one who was going to finally get her pirate free from Hades evil little hands. And this was all possible largely because of Milah – her ex’s mother and her boyfriend’s ex. Oh god.
She looked back at Milah who was already staring at her, and offered her a nervous smile that she returned, looking like she really wanted to ask something. Emma concurred she probably had a million questions after the dickish way Rumple introduced them, spewing in one sentence how Emma is not only Bae’s ex-lover (word choice Rumple god), and has a child with him as he pointed towards Henry who offered a wave of his hand and a hi, but also is Killian’s current lover.
Milah’s eyes had shot up and she had gulped hard, throwing a shaky smile towards them and quickly setting about to start working.
Emma contemplated just saying something, anything to her as they both stared at each other, both of them itching to talk but not knowing where to start. Thankfully, her freaking own Savior Henry sensed the awkwardness in the situation and took a step towards Milah, offering his hand once he was in front of her, “Hi grandma, I’m Henry”
Milah snorted in surprise, her hands flying to her chest before she took his hand. Emma saw a genuine smile lifting her lips as she shook it slightly. She was very pretty; Killian’s words about her beauty did no justice to actually seeing her here.
“Henry. What a lovely name, lad” she said, Emma noticing Killian’s vocabulary in her words, the effects of spending nearly a decade together.
“My other mom kept it after her father” he told her, and Milah’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Regina, the former Evil Queen, we kind of co-parent him” Emma chimed in, moving to stand beside Henry and finally keeping her gaze steady with Milah.
“Oh” Milah nodded, her eyes drifting back to Henry as she cupped his cheek tentatively, but once Henry offered her a smile she smiled widely and said, “I can’t believe Bae has a child. You have his eyes, Henry”
“Yeah” Emma nodded, not wishing to expand too much on that history. There was no need for her to know about the abandonment and the fact that her son got to be a father for only a few weeks.
Henry and Milah warmed up to each other fairly quickly, Milah listening intently to her grandson telling her about himself and his life in Storybrooke. Once he got to the part of explaining her his family tree, Emma moved to sit on the bench at the docks, the exact replica of the bench in Storybrooke where she’d spent hours sitting with Killian and talking while they both took comfort in the sea and each other.
so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for my parent’s anniversary celebration and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my mother’s heart like that (more like father’s really), they’ll probably have a heart attack- and wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you…wait-
I’d like to thank my beta @blessed-but-distressed for everything she’s done and it has been more than just beta’ing. This story wouldn’t have been this if it weren’t for her!
Also thank to @captainodonoghue for thisamazing and lovely gifset she’s made which really does capture this fic so brilliantly <3 (go look at it and send her some love!)
Rating - M (eventually)
Emma’s phone buzzed, a notification popping from a Captain Hottie. Killian owned a sailboat
on which they had their second real date,
and after she admitted that she found him hot, he’d forced her to change his
contact name from Brit Not-perp
to Captain Hottie. Her name on his
phone was saved as Lady Swan,
which he refused to change, so Emma just eventually gave up.
She swiped on the notification immediately, smiling as they had fallen back
into their texting habits again. Almost.
For now, it was just essential things to do with their little drama at her
parents’ anniversary, and not their
old habits of updating the other on some weird observations they
made during their day and wanted to share. Nor
old sappy “I miss you,”
messages, or the more heated “I want you so
much,” followed with a wink,
or if Emma felt bold, with the eggplant emoji and the wink
She was greeted with a picture of two flasks with his text, “How
about this for Dave?”
Sighing, as they’d already had this
conversation, she replied back. “Killian, how many times do I
have to tell you? I already bought the gifts!”
“Aye, Swan, but I must take something as well. They are
willingly offering me accommodation for two weeks. ‘Tis only good form, love…”
for two weeks – Emma’s old bedroom in their house. Just a dresser, a side
table, and a bed. One queen sized bed. With him and her. Emma
tried not to think about it too much yet; they’ll cross that bridge when it’s needed.
Well to be fair, she wasn’t entirely sure her parents would allow them to stay in the same
room. On the last, very rare occasion when her
parents had visited her, for her
28th birthday a few months ago, Mary
Margaret had commanded Emma in her mom-voice to make sure Killian was invited, but David had still made sure
that by the end of the night, Killian was headed back to his own apartment and
not following his daughter into her bedroom.
Pardon the cheesy af title, I have no originality looool.
Since we’ve got amazing spoilers about the Captain Book/Beauty friendship, I wrote this thing about how it all started during the 6 weeks of peace.
Basically deleted Captain Book and Captain Swan scenes from the 6 weeks of peace (season4).
exhales loudly, clenching his jaw, as his fingers tighten on his coffee cup. It
was, perhaps, a bad idea - maybe he should get Henry to check out the books and
he could spend that time researching in Regina’s office with her and Emma, or at
Granny’s, or quite literally anywhere else –
He shakes out
from his nervous thoughts as Emma calls his name, offering him a little smile
when he blinks cluelessly at her.
“It’ll be fine, Killian.”
“I hope so,”
he replies, his eyes sweeping across her face as he still can’t believe that he
is well and alive, and Emma forgave him after the stupid deal with the
- right, the
Emma takes a
step towards him, a little smile pulling her lips up as she rests her hands on
his shoulder and stands on her toes, pressing her lips against his scruffy
himself blush at the contact and just before he can say something or put his
arms around her waist or do anything
so to not embarrass himself as some blushing school boy, Emma presses a quick
kiss to his lips before her feet are back on the ground, her hands still
clutching his shoulders.
He knows the
tip of his ears are traitorously red, and that his cheeks are flushed, and the
way she’s grinning at him, she knows he’s
“See you at
lunch,” she squeezes his shoulders.
He looks up
at her smiling face and smiles back, his gaze landing on the way she’s biting
her lower lip.
He wants to
kiss her. Properly. But it’s still pretty new, and he isn’t sure if Emma would
appreciate being kissed by him in the middle of the street where anyone can see
them – their beloved Saviour with the Pirate who trapped some of them in a
bloody hat and it’s just been hardly a week since Gold left town –
- and right,
So he settles
to just squeeze her hand as he watches her walk away from him, her hair
swishing as she turns back once to wave at him - Killian being proud that his
eyes were actually at her eye level then and not further down.
Once Emma is
away from his sight, he turns and with a deep exhale, opens the door.
find her anywhere.
half-cup of tea which is still a bit warm sitting on the desk beside the
computer, meaning she’s definitely been here, but she’s nowhere in sight.
sets out to work.
He grabs all
the books his hand and hook can support from the Fairies and Ancient Magical Objects
sections, and sets them down on the big desk in the middle of the library.
half-way through his second book when he hears the clicking of heels, and he
figures it’s Belle since the only ones wearing those infernal shoes in this
town are Belle and Regina.
jennysdrenka requested: 042: “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
This got longer than intended as usual.
Thank you for this :) i hope you like it!
Emma hadn’t intended for this to happen this way.
It had been three weeks since she’d saved herself from the Dark One’s Curse with a little help from Killian’s lips. Yes, it has been proven that the Captain and the Saviour are indeed True Love to the surprise of no one.
It had been three weeks since Regina and Robin were finally at peace with each other and happy with Roland and Henry as it had been proven that Zelena’s pregnancy was a sham.
Gold was in a weird state altogether – he seems like a new confused man, but with the aid of Belle he’s finding his bearings slowly. (Although Killian had been unwilling to let Belle stay with him alone, even going to the extent of offering her to stay at the Jolly Roger; Gold’s own insistence of Belle staying away from him had forced him to respect her wishes).
Emma and Killian had had a talk after they both sneaked out from the celebration at Granny’s to his ship and they both shared his flask of rum, some tears, and lots of hugs and kisses as they smiled in wonderment of their True Love’s status (Killian had always believed his love to be true but now finally finding out Emma’s is as well, he couldn’t be more ecstatic).
Over the past three weeks they had fallen into an absolutely necessary emotional as well as physical intimacy – his arm finding her waist, her hands caressing his cheek, her head resting on his shoulder, their hands intertwining every time they walked. It’s not as if they didn’t do this before, this intimacy haven been found in those six weeks of peace, but after being separated for so long and so terribly, it was essential for them both to feel the other at their side.
They hadn’t yet talked about the final step in their relationship – the one night they’d spent in Emma’s quarters in Camelot lost in each other’s bodies after Killian had spent the day making Emma feel like a complete princess – taking her horse riding, giving her roses, and kissing her until they were both breathless.
Since her return from darkness, Emma had spent a couple of nights with Killian on the Jolly Roger, the first being after she had a nightmare about her killing him in all her Dark Swan glory. She drove to his ship at 2 am and curled beside him, just needing the reassurance of him being there and alive. She’d slept with her hand over his heart which was now safely in his chest thanks to her not so gentle pushing (again), and letting the beat of it be the sound that lulled her to sleep.
The other times they’d been too drunk or too tired to have the other go back to their residence, instead choosing to just snuggle up beside each other – arms holding the other, her lips on his chin while his on her forehead as they slipped into a peaceful slumber together.
But still, they refrained from any enjoyable activities.
This is for @deadherokillianjones for being an amazing person okay. I hope this isn’t a trope you hate lol (although you’re the one who mentioned it once so lets see). If you do then just read the little smut part.
It’s not something a little girl dreams to be, or a very respectful profession, or something Emma can proudly gloat over, but it is what it is. It pays her bills and more and well, she is considered the best.
Emma Swan is a pornstar. A fucking good one at it – having won a few “best performance”, “best body”, “best moans” awards, and surely makes the list of lonely men whose only source of pleasure is watching her fucking another guy (or girl) on screen.
Emma was packing up her bags, changed into her normal clothes (yes pornstars do wear normal jeans and shirts and not just skimpy skirts, or lingerie), when her manager Robin barged in. Making Robin her manager was one of the best decisions of her life since he was a genuinely nice guy who respected her and treated her well, unlike most men in the industry.
“Emma you have to do this – Regina just said the organizers agreed to pay double” he said, holding his phone up to show the e-mail the woman had sent him.
“The guy’s arrogant and cocky” Emma shook her head, “I can’t stand him”
“Well, you just have to have sex with him once and then never see him again” he whined, “This will be a huge fucking deal for both of you and you know it!”
She knew it.
Killian Jones, better known with his porn name moniker Hook (the man had one hand and once he wore a hook on his stump instead of his prosthetic causing an uproar at how much people liked it) was the hot talk of the business. He had taken the porn industry with a wave, his own act, his extremely good looks, and the way he treated his fellow women porn stars had drew in female audiences as well.
She first met him at the awards function about four months ago, him winning the same awards as hers for the male side. He’d been cocky, arrogant, and flirted endlessly with her. But she didn’t hate him for that; being a female pornstar she was used to such behavior, and much worse.
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.
Emma throws the door open with a sigh, tiredness and exhaustion seeping through her bones, making everything in her body hurt. Her head is pounding, her heels aching, her calves burning, and her arms are sore.
Running around Underworld does that to a person.
She hears her mother and Ruby talking in the distance as they both curl up on the couch in her parent’s loft, her parent’s Underworld loft, to chat and catch-up, David settled on the armchair. Regina’s shoulder hits her arm lightly as she brushes past her to check on Henry in her bedroom upstairs, Emma grateful for her presence as she’s way too tired to check on her kid right now.
She’s making her way to the kitchen, to brew herself and everyone else some coffee so they can sit down and formulate what the hell to do now as they now know that Hade’s weakness is freaking Zelena of all people.
She’s opening the cabinets, looking for the coffee when she feels a hand circle her wrist, lowering it down and suddenly she finds herself strutting behind Killian.
“What is it?” she stops, making him turn to face her.
“We’re getting you to sleep” he answers, his eyebrows drawn in as if challenging her to protest.
Which she does, of course.
“Killian, I can’t, we hav-”
“Emma” he cuts her off, taking a step forward, “Love, the last time I saw you sleep was when you showed up at the Jolly Roger after your parents secret was revealed. Do you realize how long ago that is?”
Emma blinks. What the hell, of course it wouldn’t have been that long ago? But as her brain goes through the memories of the past few weeks – staying awake in Camelot making dream catchers as Killian tried to sleep in their bed, lounging in their house or by the docks in Storybrooke as the darkness in her chose isolation, and then the one night, that night, where she lay on her couch holding his ring to her chest as every memory of him and them played in her head, taunting her.
The worst night of her life.
Since then, she’d been worried sick trying to find him – getting a couple of hours or even minutes on her parent’s couch before yet another nightmare wracked her body. And the vision she saw today, of her mother dying…how could she possibly want to sleep after that?
“As I said, I’ll sleep for weeks once we get back” she argues, lacing her fingers through his. He sighs audibly, “Emma that’s ridiculous and you know it”
She raises her brow at his blunt statement, and before she can argue, he cuts her off again.
“What is bothering you, love?”
“What makes you think something’s bothering me?” she retorts back, watching him give her a you really going to play this and for once she isn’t glad of how he can read her like an open book.
But then smiles at her, that infuriating smile full of love and adoration and trust and she can do nothing but smile back and tell him.
“I told you about what I saw” she explains, moving closer to him so she could whisper, fully aware that they had a pair of wolf ears now, “I can’t okay – I either get nightmares of running you through Excalibur or my mom dying. I can’t, I don’t want to…” her breath hitches as flashes of those nightmares come to her, the dreadful feeling of somehow being responsible for his death and the possible death of her family, wrecking her.
He brings his arms around her then, his hook running soothingly over her back as she hears his whispered “Oh Emma” to the side of her head before she feels him kiss her there.
hey @claraoswan, I’m your ouat secret santa! sorry for being so terribly late and thank you for being so understanding <3 it was a pleasure talking to you and i hope we still do after this. merry christmas and i wish you have an amazing 2017 :)
this thing really got out of my hand and is basically a mixture of shit ton of tropes. like literally any trope you can think of – co-workers, friends to lovers, bed sharing, etc. etc. also i have no originality regarding titles lol.
Emma freezes momentarily at the question,
continuing frosting the cupcakes pretending as if she didn’t quite hear Henry’s
question once she regains her focus. She feels a tug on her pajama pants and
looks down, Henry’s big brow eyes staring up at her with his eyebrows twitching
together in confusion.
She takes a deep breath and drops down on one
knee, “He’s not coming this year, kid.”
“Why not?” He looks so sad and defeated, his big
eyes widening down a bit.
“He had to meet his brother in London.” She tells
him – it’s not exactly a lie, as he is going
to see his brother there, but not exactly too
happily. The tradition for the past two Christmases has been that he spends
Christmas with her, Henry, and their friends, and then New Years with his
brother and sister-in-law in England.
But this time due to Emma’s cowardice, he was
spending Christmas there too. Away from David, Mary Margaret, Ruby, Mulan,
Henry, and Emma.
“But…he spends Christmas with us,” Henry stresses.
“I know, kid.” She breathes, hating that she has
to lie to him, “He’ll be back next year.”
He sighs audibly, his shoulders falling down in
defeat and his lips tilt down as he leaves the kitchen, making Emma’s heart
hurt. That is if it still can work after being broken so royally all by
She recalls his
misty blue eyes with unshed tears, a new wave of sadness overcoming her as she
remembers his last action towards her. She doesn’t know what will happen now –
if he’s coming back for New Years, or coming back at all.
A sudden sob escapes her and before she knows it,
tears are running down her cheeks. She rushes to her bathroom to make sure
Henry doesn’t catch her falling apart, and after locking it behind her, slumps
down on the floor with the door behind her back.
Muffling her sobs with her hand, she cries for
everything – for what they could’ve been, what they were, for her own inability to love someone, and for his to love
them so much.
As she sits up to wash her face to remove any
remnants of her crying session, memories of what they were flash before her
Three years ago, it started with a quite weird
meeting – as these things usually do.
She sees him on a Monday. His raised eyebrow and
tongue peeking out from his mouth while his eyes assess her body, irritating
her beyond words. It’s bad enough that her alarm never went off, forcing her to
rush a four year old for school who still likes to run away at the mention of
bath or wearing clothes. Then, her shower’s knob broke, forcing her to take a
quick shower in freezing cold water and force her kid to at least eat a banana.
Just as she was rushing outside, she realized
that the night before a snowstorm had hit and her car was smothered under it.
(What was the use of her living in one of the city’s best condos if she can’t
even get indoor parking?) Then her poor dear old Bug wouldn’t start up (she
refuses, refuses to give her baby
up), and just when she was about to give up and take a cab, the furniture store
owner guy, Walsh, who was definitely into
her, offered her a ride to drop Henry to school and then her to the nearest
subway station and Henry being the sweetest boy he is had already muttered a
strong “thank you.”
This all happens on the opportune day when she has to get to the office early as her
and David’s law firm is interviewing for a junior partner to join them. She
ignores the incessant buzzing of her phone as David, her friend slash
overprotective dad figure’s face keeps popping up and instead offers a quick thanks to Walsh and bolts down the
And now, with her head pounding, hair wet from
the snowfall, and the buttons of her shirt definitely done the wrong way, this
random ass dude has the nerve to check her out.
Granted he’s hot, like beyond hot, but being hot does not excuse you from being a creep.
But when she looks over at him again, he’s busy
on his phone, proving that he wasn’t a creep but just a man checking a woman
out -briefly. So taking advantage of his now seemingly disinterest in her, Emma
runs her gaze over him – not checking him
out but rather just…assessing.
CS + 21: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Emma wondered for the millionth time what exactly is her life? Just after coming back from freaking Underworld with a Hades with fire-hair, a pissed Jafar paid them a visit, and then Mother freaking Gothel, and now some other new villain who surprise to no one wants to rule over Storybrooke. Seriously, don’t messages travel between villains that literally no one has been successful?
They were all huddled up at the sheriff’s station, sharing the new information Regina got and then everyone dispersed off with their new duties – Emma volunteering to search the woods near the cabins; Killian following her silently.
Her shoulders were hunched and her jaw set firmly as she walked through the woods – this new villain ruining her plans of a hot bath and a glass of wine and some good alone time with Killian. She missed him. They were living together now of course, but she hasn’t had a moment to just be with him, a quiet moment just between them both, and to of course indulge in other enjoyable activities.
She cursed as she hears the first roar of thunder, the grey clouds that had been looming over the town since morning now thickening even more. She knew it was about to rain, could feel it at the tips of her fingers (who knew Savior magic could predict the weather).
They were just nearing her parent’s cabin when all of a sudden it felt like Thor got mad and wiggled his hammer around, as suddenly rain fell pouring down, soaking through her clothes instantly.
“Shit” she cursed, running blindly towards the cabin. Once she was safe from the rain at the top of the stairs, she stopped and turned to check on her pirate…who was standing with his arms outstretched on both sides, his head facing the sky, and his eyes shut close, a smile on his face.
“Killian!” she shouted, making him snap towards her, “What are you doing? Come here!”
“It’s beautiful” he shouted back, running his hand through his wet hair, “C’mon Swan, it feels quite soothing”
She shook her head so he walked towards her with an extra swagger, his eyes running over her and a big salacious grin on his face. He stopped in front of the stairs, “Let yourself feel, my love” he winked, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. She crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring the flare in her belly as she raked her gaze over him – his black shirt clinging to him, defining the taut muscles underneath, his wet jeans hugging his legs tightly, her gaze lingering at his crotch for a moment longer. His wet hair dangling over his forehead, rain droplets falling to his face from the dark tresses.
“Aye” he smirked, offering her his hand, “Join me, darling”
Shaking her head in slight disbelief, she looked down at her already soaked clothes, and then his face which had a big hopeful smile plastered on it, and he looked so happy and sexy so why the hell not.
“Fine” she smiled, taking his hand. She yelped as he abruptly pulled her to him, making her lose her balance and she fell towards him. In an instant his arms were around her, her body leaning completely onto his, their chests pressed against each other, and faces inches apart as the rain poured over them.
He stared at her for a long moment, mapping her face with his eyes as he has done many times before, as if he still can’t believe she’s his, and that he’s here and alive because of her. She brought her hand up to move the thick strands of hair sticking to his forehead, and then cupped his cheek, feeling the wet scruff against her palm as he leaned into her touch, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm.
“Have you ever kissed someone in the rain, love?” he asked, glancing between her lips and eyes, the tension between them now reminding him what it was in Neverland, all pent up sexual tension, flirting, and heat bursting between them in a fiery kiss.
“No” she confessed, leaning forward until their noses brushed against each other’s.
“Good, me neither” he breathed, and with his arms tightening around her waist, pressed his lips to hers.
Also tagging the lovely @laschatzi who is responsibele for me using the song Stay by Rihanna.
This story will have 2 more chapters and an epilogue :)
Her first instinct is to run.
Not away, but instead to him. To wrap her arms around his shoulders and bury her nose to his chest, letting herself lean on him for support. And letting him hold her – whispering assurances in her ear in his deep voice, running his fingers from her head down to her back soothingly, and swaying with her lightly.
Killian takes a step forward as if he was thinking the exact same thing but stills once he sees Emma walk backwards.
“Emma?” his eyebrows twitch together and she looks down to the ground, unwilling to let herself lose control and give in to her urges.
“I don’t want to talk to you” Emma states firmly, fumbling with her car keys and stalking towards her bug.
She feels his hand circle her wrist and she whirls around, snatching her hand from his as they stand face to face, “What do you want Killian?”
“I’m so sorry for whatever has occurred Emma but I can reassure you that I will do everything in my power to fix it” he says in one breath.
“There’s no fixing it. The entire world knows about my past and it’s all cause of you” Emma snaps.
She hears his breath hitch and it pains her so much but all of this did happen cause of his interference in her life.
“Emma?” he falters, unsure of what to say. It was true that if they hadn’t been secretly dating, if he’d never stumbled into her life (or rather she did with her coffee), this never would’ve happened. Her past would be safe and buried and not everyone to judge and gossip about.
An uncomfortable silence falls between them, neither one of them knowing what to say.
“If only you give me a chance, love” Killian finally speaks, stretching a hand as to touch her but retracing it just a moment later.
Au where Neal didn't die but obviously captain swan still ended up together, pls
This has been in my ask for the longest time. Sorry nonnie and hopefully you like this!
If you are a fan of Neal or Swanfire DO NOT READ
She had finally agreed to go on a date with Neal.
How could she refuse? He popped the question again in front of her parents and Henry, all of them staring at her eagerly with huge hopeful smiles on their faces and Henry muttering a silent “Please, mom, please” with his big brown eyes.
The moment she said “okay”, Henry leapt onto her, embracing her in a bone crushing hug and Emma could definitely handle one date for this.
Emma wore a tight black dress, and let her blond curls flow down her back. Her mother took pictures while her father offered her a smile. Neal showed up wearing some decent pants and a shirt, brushing Henry’s hair as they both departed for their date at Granny’s.
They talked about their past. Neal apologizing for abandoning her and blaming that August talked him into it. He later went on to apologize for never coming back for her cause he was scared that she wouldn’t forgive him, cause he never forgave himself. After Emma could no longer tolerate the victim blaming she spurt out, “Your father had nothing to do with your decision right?”
“What?” he asked, frown lines marring his forehead.
“I just don’t understand that if it was my destiny to break the curse, I would’ve eventually broken the curse someway or the other irregardless of whether we were together or not. I mean, isn’t that what destiny is? That no matter what, the thing that is supposed to happen, will happen?” Emma said, tilting her head in challenge.
“Emma, I don’t understand. Since when do you believe in destiny?” he asked, his eyes widening.
“I think Neal, that you were afraid” she seethed, “Afraid that if I ever broke the curse, you’d have to face your father. So instead of having the courage to deal with your daddy issues, you decided to let me take the fall for your crimes and go to jail”
“Come on Ems! You know that’s not true. See it all works out! If Henry hadn’t been adopted by Regina, you would’ve never come here” he grinned, continuing on to his ridiculous theories of why it was essential for him to leave her. August told him so.
Emma drifted off, shutting his words down as it just ignited a rage within her.
They ate in silence - Neal worried about which conversation topic to pick as to not offend Emma and have her blaming him for things that were definitely not in his control. Once Neal handed Ruby the dollar bills, with Ruby giving a fake smile to him and an eyebrow raise to Emma, he leaned in, “So, your place or mine?”
“What?” Emma snapped, hoping to God he didn’t mean what he just said, and take this chance to say something else.
“I think my place would be better” he aligned his lips to hers, “Your parents and Henry are there”
“Neal, I’m not having sex with you” Emma stated, pulling back from him and sighing in relief when he leaned back to his original position with a frown on his face.
“What do you mean? Come on Ems, it’s not like we haven’t done it” he smirked, “We have a kid for fucks sake”
“Good night Neal” Emma stood up, flinching from his words as he so recklessly brings up Henry, ignoring the circumstances in which she became pregnant and delivered the baby and finally giving him up without even holding him.
“Alright, aright, let me walk you home at least” Neal said, raising his hands up in defeat.
He kissed her.
And she felt a rushing sense of all those emotions she buried deep down when she was seventeen. The hope of a new home, the feeling of love and warmth and the satisfaction that she finally found someone who cared. But there was also an unpleasant feeling at the pit of her belly – it should have been desire, but it was something ugly. Something making her uncomfortable and a bit mad.
When he left, she felt like a thief again.
It didn’t feel right.
Henry popped in the question next time, two days later as he sat opposite Neal and Emma in a booth at Granny’s during lunch.
Carrying out his son’s request, Neal asked her out again, and Henry lit up like Christmas and for that smile Emma would do anything.
A leather clad figure walked past them, flask of rum in one hand, and a hooked arm around Tink’s shoulder as they both laughed. Catching Neal’s eye, Tink stopped, “Hey Bae”
“Hey Tink” Neal responded and noticing the pirate, brought his arm around Emma’s shoulders, “Hook”
“Bae” Killian replied with a cheeky grin, and stared at Neal’s arm around Emma for a second too long as his jaw clenched.
“Swan” Killian whispered, without meeting her eyes. Swan. Emma hadn’t seen him since the day a false screaming had sent them all down to the church where a nun had fallen down the stairs and sprained her ankle. The last time they ever interacted was when she shot him a glare at his saucy, “Perhaps” on her jealousy over him and Tink doing something.