emma this better work

  • Emma: Okay kid, let's take that canoeing trip.
  • Henry: Do you really think now is the best time for a canoeing trip?
  • Emma: Of course. I know how important it is to you. That's why we constantly mention our plans to go canoeing. Not a day goes by that we don't curse the newest villain for trying to destroy the town because it delays our chance to canoe.
  • Henry: When have we ever talked about canoeing?
  • Emma: This might be our only chance to go off and do this before Gideon regroups and attacks me again.
  • Henry: Was the canoeing trip even my idea?
  • Emma: Let's go make one last memory as mother and son before the forces of evil attack again and the show remembers that I'm the main character.
  • Henry: Oh! This is a plot dodging trip.
  • Emma: Obviously. And it would work a lot better if you played along.
  • Henry: You're still bringing your gun in case Gideon decides to poof in and attack us on the river though, right?
  • Emma: Of course.
  • Henry: Canoeing is my passion.
  • Emma: There we go.
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!

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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something there

Happy Valentine’s Day @pirateherokillian! I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to talk to you more than I did over the past few weeks, but I’ve had fun being your CSSV and getting to know you a bit more. Since you said you liked enemies to friends/lovers, I did my own take on this prompt, although the end result is much more light hearted and fluffy than I originally intended- hope that’s okay! I hope you enjoy reading this and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day ♥

Killian has never liked Valentine’s Day. So, naturally, he’s not thrilled when the woman who seems to hate him is assigned to be his substitute assistant teacher on the day in question.

Word count: 2205. Also on AO3 and FF.net


He’s never liked this day. The one time every year when pink and red hearts seem to take over every store window, TV advertisements, and this year, even his workplace thanks to Ruby.

Not that he has anything against love. Quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed like yesterday when he had love, when it was the thing that got him out of bed most mornings. But fate hadn’t been kind to him where love was concerned. Even now, though he’s made quite the effort to move on, he’d be lying if he said that just the thought of February fourteenth didn’t make him slightly bitter every year.

Still, his own failing love life isn’t what bothers Killian the most about Valentine’s Day. What’s always irked him the most is seeing couples, most only hanging on by a thread, suddenly willing to show their love for one another just because this particular day in February called for it. (And then going back to their old ways on the fifteenth.)

You’d think he would be used to seeing the elaborate decorations in the school office, in the teacher’s lounge, and all over the hallway after seeing them every day for almost two weeks now, but he still cringes a bit at the sight when he walks into work on Tuesday morning. Despite how great of a friend and coworker she’d been to him over the past year, he couldn’t help but ask why the bloody hell Ruby and several of the other teachers insisted on garnishing the place, especially considering the fact that she was single herself and had already said she’d be celebrating the occasion at home alone with a bottle of wine. (“Think of the children,” she’d usually tell him. He’d usually reply that his fourth graders probably didn’t care about more than just getting candy from their friends at school.)

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Quick Prompt (1/2)

@alys07

Friends to Lovers in a Small Town

Here Lies Part One of Two (I am incapable of brevity)

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It was all David Nolan’s fault.

He was the one who’d decided to quit, swapping law enforcement for cleaning out rabbit hutches and walking three-legged dogs.

“It’s a better work-life balance,” he’d admitted sheepishly, when Emma had first found out. “Leo keeps having these little milestones, and I want to be around to see them.”

And though Emma was justifiably angry, she couldn’t really fault him on his priorities. Spending time with your wife and infant son was undoubtedly a better way to spend one’s evenings than breaking up bar fights outside The Rabbit Hole and beating Emma’s high score on Minesweeper on their ancient desktop.

So yeah, she understood. She accepted it, even. But she was still down a Deputy, with tourist season approaching. It was this reason, and this reason only, she even considered hiring Killian Jones.

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Swan Queen AU: Regina Mills & Emma Swan as chefs 
     ↳  Requested by @thetardis-is-acylonraider

SQ au where Emma and Regina are forced into working together in a restaurant. Regina is a badass chef, and is trying to make a real name for herself in the food industry. Emma is just a cook, that isn’t classically trained but through their working together Emma becomes a much better chef and duh they totally fall in love. via @thetardis-is-acylonraider

steampunk-archer  asked:

I am at work so can't contribute tonight but I wanna contribute something to the Emma deserves better event.... are late submissions ok? It's just gonna be a little fic. ( I am trying to also work on my Legend's of Tomorrow fic idea too 😂) I really want to write some swanfire for this though.

Absolutely!  As you may have noticed, my contribution is not up yet.  I have about six pages written and it’s getting weeeird and fun.  

So we decided to extend the event onwards past the season finale.  So we have another week for more glorious Swanfire/Swan Queen/Wooden Swan/Mad Swan/Gremma goodness!

I can’t wait to see your contribution!

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@lavendersoapsuds replied to your post “IMPORTANT FIC POLL”

The green is so typical of a loz story as the hero’s outfit it’s hard for me to picture something else. But he has had blue and red tunics to breathe under water and get through death mountain. If different colors work better for the story then Emma should wear a different colored tunic. Also idk if you’ve played breath of the wild but there are TONS of armor choices rather than the traditional tunic. There’s a blue shirt that link gets in the game that is pretty cool

I actually haven’t played BotW yet (I KNOWWWWW there are reasons), and this is primarily a Twilight Princess AU. I’m going to try to figure out if I can switch up the colors, but there’s really nothing in my outline that requires her to. We’re dealing with a different underwater method, and no heat/fire stuff.

I’m trying very hard to write something that will be fun and enjoyable for everyone, and have the references to the game be more of a bonus. Unfortunately, it does seem like green only works as a game reference, which isn’t going to work for me.

Arranged {L.H.} Part Nine

Hey guys, remember me? I’m really really sorry I haven’t updated in two weeks! I’ve been going through some personal stuff and it’s been affecting my ability to write. Anyway I’m definitely going to update on Thursday, maybe before that to make up for my lack of posting (that is if you guys want a Part Ten).
​Have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

Emma pov
A few months ago, if someone were to tell me I’d be spending my morning with my lips attached to my husband’s, I would have thought them crazy. But today it’s the most natural thing the world to be close to him, to feel his touch. This morning in particular we were hours late for breakfast due to Luke’s stubbornness and the fact that I have trouble denying him of what we both want.
“Luke we should really go to breakfast,” I say although I have no desire to move an inch. He only hums and continues to mark my neck with love bites while I thread my fingers through his hair. But at the sound of three timid knocks at the door, I push Luke to get off me and I frantically attempt to make my bedclothes presentable while he quickly covers his lap with a pillow.
Two maids enter the room carrying a tray piled a variety of breakfast foods, followed by Queen Liz.
“Since you two decided to sleep through our morning meal, I’ve had it brought to you. How are you meant to rule a country someday if you don’t eat a proper breakfast?” she says as she opens the deep blue drapes. I chew on my lip nervously, hoping she doesn’t realize what we were doing a minute ago. And although our kisses were fairly innocent with the exception of a few touches here and there, it would still be awkward for Luke’s mother of all people to have caught us in the act. Liz looks back and forth between us and something clicks in her head.
“Ahh, I see why you didn’t come down to breakfast,”
“Mum-” Luke starts while my cheeks turn pink.
“No, by all means carry on. Since Ben and Jack refuse to settle down, maybe I’ll finally get my first grandchild from you two,” she smiles to herself and rushes herself and the maids out the door.
“She can be so infuriating sometimes,” Luke huffs as I grab the tray and reach for a piece of fruit.
“She means well,” I say, handing him a strawberry.
“I know… I just don’t want you to feel pressured by her or anyone else. We won’t have sex until you’re ready,” he reassures me. I bury my face into his chest in an attempt to hide my blush. He snickers like he usually does when I blush at the mention of sex. We’ve talked about it several times, and I’m still hesitant after my encounter with that guard a few months ago. Luke’s used to taking things extremely fast, but he understands why I want to wait.
“Thank you,” I say, listening to his steady heartbeat that got a little quicker each time I pressed a small kiss to his chest.
“For what darling?”
“For looking out for me, for understanding. I know you must be miserable having to wait for me.”
“I’m a hundred times happier with you, like this, than I was with any of those other girls. I think I might be in-” he was cut off by our door opening once again.
“Yes?” Luke says, slightly annoyed at the maid who had just opened the door without knocking.
“I’m sorry for my intrusion, your majesty, but it’s urgent. The King and Queen of France have just arrived and request an audience with Princess Emmaline immediately,” she stutters.
“Why would my parents be here?” I ask, completely shocked at their impromptu visit. I dismiss the maid and rush out of bed to my wardrobe, trying to find a suitable dress. Luke comes up behind me while slipping on a shirt.
“I like that one,” he says, pointing to a particularly revealing dress.
“Of course you do,” I roll my eyes, “but I can’t wear that. My parents are relentlessly judgemental, their favorite hobby is to nit-pick everything I do. I have to wear something appropriate.” I finally decide on a pale pink dress with a high cut neckline. Luke reads a large book on the bed, looking up at me sympathetically as I squirm and wince at the maids tightening my corset.
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My parents are waiting in a large drawing room, a warm fire lit to keep out the fast approaching cold weather. Luke and I must stay at a respectful distance, as it is considered improper to touch your spouse in public unless you’re dancing. They almost look unfamiliar to me. Of course I remember my mother’s long, dark hair (similar to mine) and my father’s cold, calculating eyes; but it seems like they are from a far away dream. King Andrew and Queen Liz stand off to the side, looking apprehensively at their guests. Luke bows politely, greeting my parents in a friendly manner. My mother nods to him, but my father looks at Luke as if he’s some pesky gnat. Next, I hesitantly hug my mother and she seems to have genuinely missed me because she sheds a few tears and clutches me closer. Father barely glances at me, it seems he’s more interested in the room. I know what he’s looking for: signs of wealth to show that the English kingdom is prospering. He’s sizing up his enemy.
“Well I have to say, this marriage couldn’t have worked out better. Emma is an absolute delight, she’s like the daughter I never had,” Liz smiles in an attempt to make conversation. My mother hardly notices as she’s too busy mentally criticizing my dress.
“Yes well she was quite the pest to us. Talked far too much for a lady and the only suitor she could attract was the son of a wealthy landowner. She wasn’t much use to us. I hope she doesn’t cause you any trouble, if she does don’t hesitate to remind her of her place,” my father says, drinking some wine and grumbling about how superior French wine is. I keep my head down and remind myself that speaking up only makes things worse, but when I look up at Luke, his jaw is tense and he looks angry. I quickly put my hand on his, trying to keep him calm.
“Anne,” father speaks to my mother now, “why don’t you women folk go somewhere else. Let the men talk.” I look to Liz and the expression on her face is unreadable as she and mother stand from the lounge.
“Come along Emma,” my mother says strictly. Judging from the glare my father gives Luke, there’s about to be a serious conversation. I squeeze his hand reassuringly once more before scurrying after my mother. We begin walking down a long corridor to have tea most likely.
“Emmaline, I thought I taught you you’re not to touch your husband in the company of others,” my mother growls.
“I’m afraid that’s my fault, Anne. I haven’t been strict enough with them. I yearn for a grandchild a little too much,” Liz speaks up.
“Ah speaking of grandchildren, why aren’t you with child yet, Emmaline?” Mother moves on to the next subject with speed. I only purse my lips, not sure how to tell her we haven’t even thought about producing an heir.
“Answer me, you should be heavily pregnant by now, you’ve been married for almost six months.”
“There were some… complications when we first met,” I mumble.
“My son can be quite stubborn. They weren’t even on speaking terms for the first month of the marriage,” Liz explains.
“Yes, Elizabeth, but her first priority is to have as many heirs to the throne as soon as possible. That is her purpose until she becomes queen,” my mother whines as we sit down to tea. The rest of the afternoon was filled with mother’s constant nagging and all I could do was sit there and wait till evening when I would finally be alleviated of her presence.


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The second mother left to prepare for dinner, I ran to my quarters before she could change her mind. Leaning against the door, I sigh at the thought of having to go back down to my parents in less than half an hour for the evening celebration. I spot Luke sitting on a chair, staring off into space, and looking like he’s just seen a ghost.
“Rough day?” I chuckle, walking up behind him.
“You have no idea,” he groans contently when I start to run my fingers through his hair, knowing it relaxes him, “How did your day go?”
“Probably not much better than yours,” I answer.
“Your father is…” he trails off probably not sure how to finish his sentence.
“Insufferable? I know,” I suggest as I start shuffle through my dresses for an evening gown. Suddenly I was so incredibly over it. Over their rules, over their criticism, and over how they’ve controlled every aspect of my life. I pulled the dress Luke had expressed a liking to this morning off its hanger and told Luke to turn around so I could change.
“Wow,” Luke says once I’m done.
“Do you like it?” I ask, ruffling the red material.
“I love it,” he says as he grips my waist and pulls me closer, “but I’m not sure the King and Queen of France will.”
“That’s the point,” I grin.
“Oh I get it, you finally hit your teenage rebellion stage. It’s about time, you almost had me convinced that you wouldn’t have one,” he smirks at me. I roll my eyes and tug his hand to pull him out the door.
“C’mon Hemmings we’ve got a party to go to”

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Ⓒ All rights to this story and it’s plot are reserved to me 

 Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALUM
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People are gonna tell you who you are your whole life. You just gotta punch back and say, “No, this is who I am”. You want people to look at you differently? Make them. You want to change things, you’re gonna have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world.

remember this amazing speech emma fucking swan delivered in 1x04? remember how most of us fell in love with her because of it? because she gets it? because she’s real and amazing and knows how the world works?

THIS is the reason why that ‘i’m in’ with fucking operation 'gimme my happy ending because i soooooo deserve it’ makes no fucking sense

because emma fucking swan KNOWS better than anyone that YOU have to work for YOUR crap, and it is never given to you just because (not even by 'asking nicely’ to this mysterious author)

so if you wanna go and believe/say that it is soooo in character for this emma/regina mission together isn’t just fanpandering to shut up that part of the fandom, i’m sorry but i will just call you a fucking liar

or blind

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Once Upon a Time - 03x13 - Emma x Regina

What the Water Gave Us (1/1)

Summary: Killian hasn’t been to the beach in the three years since the accident that took his hand. What happens when he forgets the right sunscreen and enlists a beautiful, but guarded, stranger’s help? 

The CS Beach AU you never knew you needed :)  

Words: 6,000+       ao3 || ff.net

Rated: T (for mild swearing)

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What the Water Gave Us

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This was a bloody stupid idea.

Killian trudged across the hot sand, a disgruntled set to his mouth, eyes scanning the beach for a spot where he wouldn’t be surrounded by teenagers blaring music or obnoxiously affectionate couples. His therapist, Archie, kept harassing him about getting out of the house, and so he’d come to the only place he could think to be on a hot summer day: the beach. In hindsight, he should have just gone to the cinema or something. After all, no one noticed you only had one hand when you were in a dark theater.

Even now, he could feel people’s eyes on him, and he almost felt like turning around and hopping on the next train back to Manhattan. Something stopped him though, maybe what little pride he had left, and he decided to set up camp near a cheery yellow buttercup umbrella.

He lay out his beach blanket as best he could and rewarded himself with a sip of rum from his flask. What was that saying? It was 5 o’clock somewhere, wasn’t it? The burn of the rum felt good down his throat, effectively calming him down. He pulled off his t-shirt, reached into his bag for his suncream, and froze immediately.

He’d bought the wrong kind.

He’d meant to pick up the easy spray kind, the one where you just hold the button down with your finger, but instead, he’d grabbed the lotion, and usually for the lotion you needed, well, two working hands.

Fuck.

He looked around helplessly. The sun was beating down on him, not a cloud in sight, and with his damned English skin, he would be burnt to a crisp in an hour. He’d bought SPF 50 for Christ’s sake. Killian stifled a groan of frustration. What was he even doing here? What the point of doing anything anymore? He would never be what he was again, so why did he even try? He glanced down at his stump, feeling the phantom clenching of his fist, self loathing curling poisonously in his stomach.

He could still feel the heat on his face as the bomb exploded, could hear the screaming and crying from the people around them, could taste the blood in his mouth from where he’d bit his tongue. The bomb had taken both Liam and his hand in one excruciating instant, and he remembered every second of it.

It’d been three years since: three years of moving restlessly from one place to another (from London to Dublin to Paris to New York City); three years of therapists telling him it wasn’t his fault; three years of trying to put his life back together, and some days it seemed to him that he was no closer now than he was then.

He took another swig of rum, trying to calm himself down. Don’t think about it. Just don’t think about it. This didn’t have to ruin his day. He didn’t have to let it. He’d just need a little help. Killian closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath of sea air. When he felt like he was ready, he let his eyes flutter open to survey the other beach goers around him.

That’s when he saw her.

She was the owner of the buttercup beach umbrella and how he hadn’t seen her right away was a mystery to him as she was easily the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. Long, wavy blonde hair, pale, flawless skin, and legs for days, she wore a modest, red bikini that complemented her gorgeous curves.

She was sitting upright on her beach blanket, eyes scanning the water alertly, and Killian glanced out at the swimmers, trying to gauge who she was watching. Probably her boyfriend, he figured, somewhat bitterly. He glanced down at the suncream in his hand and over at her contemplatively. It’s not like he had many options, right? He didn’t need much convincing and hesitantly crossed the distance between their two spots.

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Captain Swan Final Countdown Challenge, day 5: Pirates AU.

Quote suggestion made by my personal savior, unspoken-and-wild

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captain swan / poldark trailer 

you know i love me some trailers–i recently started watching this show and felt like ross and killian were a lot alike. y'all should watch poldark, it’s really good!

You know what makes this all even more beautiful?

Is that as much as Killian is changing because of Emma’s inspiration, he’s also changing because of his own.

He is doing it as much for himself as he is for her.

Because he yearns to be that honorable man, and because of that, he is becoming that man. 

The thing is baby birds, loving someone beyond everything is great and wonderful, but it’s all for naught if you don’t love yourself too.

Because how can you truly give all of yourself to someone if you don’t even like the person you are?

And Killian had a lot of self-loathing built up. It was important that we see him work through that separate from Emma, that we see him work to be a better man for himself, too. 

It was important for him to try and step back into his former life and self. It is the only way for him to truly see how much he’s changed. It is almost as if he is testing himself, to see how he’ll feel and behave back in the world in which he resided for so many lifetimes. Because old habits die hard.

But it doesn’t fit, and he still only thinks of Emma and building a life with her. And I can see this bolstering him and giving him the confidence that he might just be worthy of her.

That he might just be evolving into the man she deserves.

And beyond that, the man he has always hoped to be. 

And that is utterly beautiful to think about.