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Four Times That Owen and Claire Were Jealous of Each Other, And One Time They Weren’t

So this is a response to the following prompt that I received from all–the–dancers:

“Can we have a jealous Claire/jealous Owen? But it gets resolved and ends in cuteness and smut”

I don’t write smut and this is way longer than I ever expected it would be, but I love it. Hope you enjoy!


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It had started on Isla Nublar.

Claire had always thought that Owen was handsome, confident, brave and brash. True, he did rub her the wrong way at one of their first meetings, but it was because she was busy trying to talk figures and statistics while the four eggs in the incubator were beginning to rattle.

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howling ghosts they reappear [and in the winter night sky ships are sailing]

“Emma! Emma! Gods’ sake, lass. Say something!”

That was the first thing she heard as she was blinking dazedly, the aftershocks of her magic still burning behind her eyes. The first thing she saw was the anxious pirate (new motorcycle jacket, blue shirt with one too many buttons undone, black jeans, but very much, and not only due to the eyeliner and the hook, still a pirate) kneeling over her, smoking slightly and rather soot-stained but clearly ignoring that in his concern. “Your power – love, what did it – ?”

“I’m not really sure.” Emma propped herself on an elbow, still panting. “It just – exploded out of me, I was thinking about – it was the time travel thing again, changing the past and what that meant, and I don’t know, it just… happened.” Then, getting a better look and seeing that the smoke was coming from a charred hole in his shirt, directly over his heart, she sat bolt upright and gasped, clutching the lapels of his jacket. “Oh my God, Killian, did it get you?”

“Ah…” He coughed. “Nothing to be alarmed about, love. It was just rebounding all over the damned place and I didn’t want it to hit you by accident, so…” He scratched behind his ear, glancing away. “Just a flesh wound. Nothing serious.”

“Oh God,” Emma said again, for a somewhat different reason. “Have you been watching Monty Python with Henry?”

“Monty what?”

“Never mind. I just – you scared the life out of me! Don’t do that again!”

A corner of his mouth quirked. “Swan, you do realize who you’re talking to, what our lives are like? If I don’t scare you again, you don’t scare me again, and I somehow doubt that either of us can see that working.”

“Fine,” Emma sighed, slowly relinquishing her grasp on him. “But don’t think I’m going to just – ”

“Excuse me,” a voice said at that moment, behind them. “But where the devil am I?”

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Eight Nights With Mr. Gold, Chapter Eight

Originally posted by thedisneydiaries

Summary: The town of Storybrooke is devoted to Christmas, so much so that they revile Mr. Gold for not participating in their celebration. Amid this tension, Belle French discovers that he is actually Jewish and he’s alone on Chanukah. Naturally, she can’t let that stand.

Author’s Notes:  Happy Chanukah and happy reading! Thanks for all the support, I’m so grateful for the response. 

Also, there’s an epilogue. Stay tuned. 

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Belle entered the toy store and kicked the snow off her boots on the doormat. It took one look down the aisle to see Gold looking totally distraught at a selection of toys. She looked over at the disinterested clerk.

“He’s been like that all morning.”

Belle made her way down the aisle.

“Rum?” She sneezed.

“Tze gezunt.”

Belle looked up. “Is that like bless you?”

“Sorry. It’s what my mother taught me, one of the few things I remember.”

“What’s going on?” Belle sneezed again.

“Tsum leben. I told you not to walk in the cold.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s a cold.” She motioned at the toys. “What’s going on?”

“I want to get something for my grandson, but of course, I don’t know anything about him and Bae will just think I’m trying to bribe him.”

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anonymous asked:

Jealous+Emma cs

Prompt Game:  Send us any adjective and a ship, and we’ll make a prompt/fic using it as a basis. Anon is accepted. Send your requests here!

“were you two—?” “perhaps”;

On Monday, she wasn’t jealous.

“Emma, love, when do we go back to visit your parents? I just remembered a story I forgot to tell the Prince.” Killian asked, plopping down next to her on the couch.

“We’re having dinner with them in Granny’s tomorrow.” she replied, her eyes still trained on the book she was reading. Ever since he had gotten back from his night out with her father, he seemed to be in an oddly good mood.

“Ah, alright. By the way, I might have to miss Chinese takeout on Wednesday,” he said, scratching the back of his ear nervously.

Emma put down her book and looked up at him curiously; now this caught her attention— no one ever missed Chinese Wednesday.

“I promised Dave I’d take him sailing with Robin and we can’t move the day.” he explained, leaning on his side to look at her properly. “I hope you don’t mind?”

She raised her eyebrow but shook her head nonetheless. Their little family (Henry, her, and Killian) made a rule that they could skip out on one Chinese Wednesday, and so far no one has used it, but never in her life would she have thought Killian to be the first.

Especially not because of an outing with her father.

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Failure to Appear (9/10?)

I’m alive! and I’m done! Final chapter will be posted very soon. Sorry about the wait ~G

Emma is a bailbondsperson chasing Gold,  Killian,  the prosecution’s star witness.  

Failure to Appear (part 9/10?)

Recap: (Catch up on FF or or Tumblr , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, part 8)

KJ (1:15 PM): If I get one right will you stop sending them?

Dave (1:18 PM): Probably not. Doesn’t hurt to try?

KJ (1:35 PM): Off the coast of Florida. ha bloody ha. Isn’t there some kind of law against texting and boating?

Dave (1:37 PM): Please. I know you’re waiting until you hit a stop to text us back. No one takes that long to figure out a pirate pun.

Just as Killian was considering making his cell phone walk the plank it buzzed again, he rolled his eyes making a mental note to check it at his next stop.

Swan (2:46 PM): Still mad at me?

KJ (3:04 PM): I wasn’t really mad at you, love, you know that.

Swan (3:05 PM): Good. Meet me at the airport at 8:04 PM I have something to show you!

KJ (3:06 PM): If it’s Gold you should send me a picture and have the cops meet you.

Swan (3:08 PM): Not Gold, but almost as good! See you tonight!


8:04 seemed an oddly specific time to meet her until he arrived at the airport at quarter till and saw the arrival time of the flight had been 8:04 earlier in the day. Now it just said delayed. He rolled his eyes, cursing the optimism that had led him to arrive at the airport early. The arrival board finally updated itself with a new arrival time of 8:22. Not so bad as he had feared.

He sat down at a coffee shop in the terminal, opting for a decaffeinated tea instead of coffee. He was antsy enough without the extra stimulant in his system. It took three cups of tea and some kind of pastry before the plane finally arrived at 8:26 and he made his way to the pickup. It was doubtful she had taken any luggage for such a quick trip. As he suspected she was among the first to emerge, looking tired but her eyes brightened when she saw him. She skipped the last couple of steps, surprising him with a tight hug. She released him rapidly when the pressure on his ribs made him grunt.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “Come on let’s get out of here, you need to see this!” Her grin was infectious and she half dragged him from the terminal before she realized she had no idea where he parked his car and she slowed to let him lead.

“What is it that’s got you so excited, love. I take it you found something?”

“I’ll show you when we get back to my place, I texted Regina I’d be home soon. She said she’d heat up some leftovers for us.”

They got about half way back to her apartment when she couldn’t seem to contain her excitement anymore.

“I found it, the chipped cup. In that little shop.”

“The shop?” Killian asked in confusion, “he’s selling the thing?”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t for sale. It was in a safe in the back of the shop.”

“How the bloody hell did you get into the shop’s safe?” he asked in surprise, taking his eyes off the road for a moment when she just shrugged, a smile on her face. “Never mind that. So he’s living in New York?”

“Doesn’t matter now, I brought it back with me.”

The car swerved for a moment and Emma grabbed the seat arm, “What the hell, Killian?” He pulled off the road, not looking at her until the car came to a stop. “Killian what the he-”

“You stole the chipped cup?”

“If it means so much to him he’ll come get it, right?”

“Are you mad?”

Her eyes were flashing in irritation at his tone, not that he saw it. He was staring straight out into the road, his hand gripping the wheel tightly.

“I’m not mad, I’m doing my job,” she hissed quietly. “Well what did you think I was going to do when you told me about it?”

“I don’t know, I thought it would clue you in if he was in the area. Not that you would give him a reason to come after you too.”

“And how else am I supposed to find him? It has to be personal Killian, or he’ll just send someone to do his dirty work like he always does and I’ll never find him.” She reached out and tugged at his arm gently until he released the steering wheel for long enough for her to lace her fingers through his. “Killian, I know this is difficult for you… but this is what I have to do. This is how we find him. We make him come to us.”

“He doesn’t fight fair, Swan.”

“Well then I guess we’ll just have to cheat a bit too, won’t we.” She squeezed his hand briefly then released it and he hesitantly put the car in drive again shaking his head. “I’ve been thinking…” she continued. “I might have Regina take Henry out to Robin’s for a few days. I don’t want him here when Gold comes to call. And what about you, Killian. Do you think he’ll come after you again?”

Killian shrugged, “he’s had a few good opportunities and he’s never done so. I think he likes to play games.”

“Well I’m done playing games,” she grumbled from the passenger seat.

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To Make Me Bright - Chapter 5

Summary: When Emma Swan takes her son to parent teacher conference night at his school, the last thing she expects to find is the guy she’s been hooking up with the past few weeks sitting at the desk across from her. CS Teacher / Parent AU. Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Read it on ff

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Going over the events of two nights ago again, she had managed to put in order the list of bad things that had happened. First came the fact that the restaurant that her ‘date’ had agreed to meet her at was a near hour drive from her apartment, causing her to pay the baby sitter double for being later than she expected. Next was the wine stain on her dress that she was already quite familiar with, and knew wouldn’t be coming out ever. Emma really did like that dress.

And lastly was a certain unexpected interference by one Killian Jones.

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anonymous asked:

Do me a favor, I wrote a post but getting all the evidence would take me a while. Swan Queen 's color is not Yellow it's Tan. Snow wears it, Regina, Emma, possibly Charming. Their always wearing it when family is important or the situation/episode is

I’ve noticed that, too. The tan/mustard color comes when they have family-related issues. Swan-Mills family, actually.

3x09 - Save Henry (flashback). Regina is worried about baby Henry’s health and Dr. Whale tells her they might need to find the birthmother, to make sure it isn’t something genetic-related. All through the process of adopting Henry and until she erases her memories of his birthmother, AKA the Savior, Regina kept wearing the tan/mustardy coat.

3x12 - Going Home. Snow is wearing this creamy coat when she has to say goodbye to Emma again so she and Henry can escape the curse.

4x01 - A tale of two sisters. Regina’s not answering Emma’s calls. Snow is worried about how is Henry coping with the return of his memories and both his mothers being involved with men, but Emma says she doesn’t even know what her deal with Hook is.

4x02 - White out. After her fight with Regina, Emma starts wearing this jacket, and continues to wear it through 02-06, and later. The first appearance is during this moment, when Henry is filling a basket with wine for his other mother.

4x05 - Breaking Glass. Well… Emma didn’t give up on the “people” she loved.

All through the struggle with Regina, Ingrid making her face the reality of her magic — of what makes her different from the others — and said magic going haywire, Emma appeared wearing this jacket (through most of 4a).

4x19 - Sympathy for the De Vil. When Cruella kidnaps Henry. #SaveHenry2

Family color coding is interesting, because there is also the royal blue, which we have seen them wear when they are missing “home.” The tan color is more of a “child” that is hurting, or in danger. It’s almost like the “Lost Child” color theme. It makes sense. Emma was a lost child all through S4.

Stormclouds - Part Two

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Nora watched the phone flashing with Henry’s picture on it. She didn’t know whether to answer it or chuck it out the window. He’d been gone almost three hours now and she had fretted the entire time. Finally, just before it went to voicemail, she answered it. “Hello.”

“Did I wake you?”

“No.”

“I need to ask a favor.”

“What is it?”

“I stopped to fuel up my car and I realized that I left my wallet at home.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t storm out in a temper tantrum.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t lock yourself in the bathroom in a temper tantrum.”

Nora didn’t respond and her thumb hovered over the end call button. She couldn’t make herself push it though.

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