i was in the mood to see emma and regina as pirates

in vitibus veritas

… in which Emma, Hook, and Neal are unwilling participants in one of Pan’s little games while in Neverland.

Idea shamelessly stolen from the latest episode of Shadowhunters. For @ofshipsandswans​, thanks for the help and inspiration! ♥

A mix of annoyance and dread mingled in the pit of Emma’s stomach as she trudged along the path behind Hook, his black leather cloak swinging heavily with each swaggering step he took. Cracking leaves and heavy footsteps behind her told her that Neal was following closely, bringing up the rear. Emma wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but the guys had lined up, taking her between them, without any kind of discussion. Unfortunately, it made sense. She didn’t know the jungle like either of them did, and judging by Hook’s confident stride, he knew where he was going.

Still, she wished for different company. They’d had to split up, and it made sense to have a magic user in each group, but Emma would much rather have gone with her parents. Since that would have left Regina with Hook and Neal, though, it had never really been an option.

This arrangement was the one least likely to cause friction, and Emma knew it. Even so, Hook and Neal was a combination that she would normally have avoided at all costs.

But really, Hook with anyone was a bad combination. He had a talent for finding people’s buttons, and little self-control when it came to pushing them.

Although her father had stopped glowering at him. Progress, of a sort.

Ahead, the path opened into a clearing, and Hook’s steps slowed. He looked back over his shoulder. “Careful,” he warned. “Keep your eyes and ears open.”

They were halfway across the clearing when Emma felt something—a shiver at the base of her neck, and a tugging in her chest, prompting her to look left into the trees. She reached out to grab the sleeve of Hook’s coat, pulling him to a stop. “Wait,” she ordered, peering into the dense jungle.

“What’s wrong?” Neal demanded.

Hook said nothing, his hand on the pommel of his sword, eyes following Emma’s.

“I’m not sure,” Emma had to admit. “I just feel… something.”

“You feel something,” Neal echoed, coming to a stop at her other side. “Okay…”

“Oh, very good,” said a voice, and a lithe figure stepped out from the trees, where his green outfit had effectively camouflaged him.

Peter Pan.

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capitaine-odette  asked:

CS + mutual pining

This is my kryptonite! My brain immediately went to S3 so enjoy some canon divergence where they defeated Zelena but there was no time portal.  

T | 1.2k 

It had been a month and a half since Emma had left Storybrooke to return to her life in New York City with Henry, a month and a half of trying to get their life back to normal after the return of their memories and the defeat of the Wicked Witch of the West, a month and a half of no magic or fairytale characters–except for her parents who she called or texted regularly and two visits from the Evil Queen herself.

Regina’s third visit was scheduled for this weekend and though she usually swept Henry off to some fancy hotel for a few nights Emma wasn’t really in the mood for her sharp looks or pointed questions about life in the city. Emma wasn’t stupid and knew that the only reason Regina had agreed to let her take Henry back to New York was because she assumed they wouldn’t be staying there for long, an idea her parents had no doubt encouraged. They all seemed to think Emma was some unruly teenager and her return to New York was just a phase instead of a thought out and conscious decision made by a rational adult who didn’t want her son burned alive or captured by flying monkeys.

It was a little after five when the knock came and Emma took a fortifying breath before opening the door.


“Swan!” The pirate beamed, his entire face lighting up at the sight of her, and her heart dropped down to her stomach. It had been a month and a half since she had seen him, all black leather, eyeliner, and dancing eyes; she wasn’t prepared for how good it felt. He had come after her and she knew that she should be angry, because she had explicitly told him not to follow her, but seeing him at her door all she felt was the rush of her blood and an overwhelming urge to smile. She fought the urge and forced her mouth into a thin line. His smile lost most of its brightness and his eyes flicked past her.

“Is the lad ready?” He asked in an almost formal tone.

“Henry? Why would you–?

“Regina didn’t–?“

As if on cue Emma’s phone went off and a big red apple filled the screen. With a huff, she answered.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: angsty angsty tiff between Emma & Killian followed by yummy yummy make up ;)

Combining these and setting it at the beginning of S4. Maybe around 4x02/4x03

She was on her last nerve. The giant ice wall, various townspeople looking to her to fix problems or complain to, an ice queen looking to her for help finding her sister, her parents also looking for answers she didn’t have for questions she’d already asked herself, Regina refusing to speak to anyone and leaving her wondering if she’s about to fall off the edge back into villainous territory, and on top of that she had a pirate popping up at all the wrong times looking to progress with something she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to admit to wanting. 

Emma was stressed. 

She’d just made it back to the station and had collapsed into her desk chair, finally glad to get a moments peace away from all the hundreds of problems that she was expected to solve. 

She was just beginning to feel her muscles relax when the tell tale sign of the station door closing jolted her. 

Just five damn minutes. That’s all i want.

Suddenly she was far more angrier and tense than she’d been; her temper flaring at the intrusion. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” 

Killian’s cheery grin was only making her irritation flare. She was not in the mood for this right now.

“What is it, Hook?” she asked, tiredly.

His smile faltered at her reception. “Nothing, love. I just came to see if you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.”

“Forgive me but you don’t seem it. Is there something i can do?”

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World’s End

Dedicated to @lenfaz, inspired by the show Greek. (Andrew J West was in it! You should watch!)

Summary: “If it’s the end of the word, then I want to be with you.” (Captain Swan College AU)

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World’s End


Emma was graduating college tomorrow. The black gown hung in her closet, shoved into the very back next to dresses that were no longer in style and shirts she no longer wore. If she couldn’t see it, Emma reasoned that maybe it wasn’t real. But it was. Tomorrow she would down that black cap and gown, cross the stage, and accept her diploma.

She’d stop being Emma Swan, College Student, and officially become Emma Swan, College Graduate. Cool, right?

Except not. Most people looked forward to college graduation. It represented four years of hard work, tears, and panic attacks – a sign that you were qualified to do something. But all Emma could do was envision it as the end. 

After eighteen years of bouncing from group home to home, Storybrooke College and its stability had become a refuge for Emma. She had finally found somewhere she could call home, and a group of people she could call family – and it was all going away.

Sure, all her friends had promised to keep in touch. That’s what everyone did. And they would, at first, they’d all try very hard. But eventually, conversations will trickle away as they all live their separate lives. It wouldn’t be like undergrad where Ruby could barge into Emma and Mary Margaret’s apartment with a bottle of tequila. Tuesday movie nights with the gang would be a thing of the past.

All because they wouldn’t be together.

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A Shell Call Away ----(YES!)

Watching the clip of Emma sitting on her front steps holding Killian’s shell necklace from the preview for 6x15, I remembered reading or seeing a picture that Colin has filmed a scene with Jasmine, I believe, on a beach and was holding a seashell.  I’m hopeful that he will be able to get word to her via a shell call. My wish is it goes something like this. 

words ~ 1500

They say you should never make big changes right after a major loss and after a few drinks with her mother and Regina, Emma had to agree.  She had originally been upset when the call had ended up being a false alarm just to get her out of the house, but seeing a slightly tipsy Snow had been good for a few laughs and being away from the memories in the house for a while had allowed her more rational side to return.  Unsure what had caused the girl that she had been in the past to return the last few days, she was now determined to relocate the woman she had become.  The woman who had turned Killian into a dark one against his will to keep from losing him.  And the woman who hadn’t accepted his death, following him to the underworld to bring him home.   A woman willing to fight for that white picket fence life that was within her grasp.  

Walking into the house, she flipped on the lights and noticed that not only had Henry forgotten to put his shoes away but he had also forgotten to take the sea chest out to the shed.  Sitting on the sofa she pushed up the lid and lifted out the chain holding Liam’s ring.  Memories of Camelot and how when Killian had given it to her with a “calm down Swan, I’m not proposing,” she had felt both relief and disappointment.  Not only had the darkness had hold of her emotions but so had fear.  But slowly his patience and love had helped her have confidence enough in herself to lower her walls until he had proposed and that had been the happiest day of her life.  

But like so many other instances in her life, a single moment in time and a few words best left unspoken had reached inside of her awakening that little lost girl.  The one who always dreamt of a home and a family but never thought she was good enough to deserve one.  And when she had walked by and noticed Killian sitting in front of the fireplace with his memories, her insecurities had taken over her voice and accused him of not trusting her.  Of not trusting that their love was strong enough that together they would be able to overcome anything.  This time though her accusations on top of his self- flagellation over the past had brought forth more pain then she knew how to handle.  

Leaning back on the settee, with Liam’s ring clutched tightly between her hands, she let the memories wash over her. The memories of the night she had been searching for answers in Killian’s things - no - if she were really honest with herself, snooping for answers in Killian’s things - and had discovered the engagement ring, she had been so excited that she may not have given Killian the opportunity to say everything he wanted to say.  Remembering the look on his face when she had made the quip about him drinking Captain Morgan, and then his words, “I’m afraid it wouldn’t give me the courage that I need.” Had she misunderstood and he hadn’t been going to propose right then, but had been going to tell her what happened?  Feeling the tears well up she closed ther eyes and let the call of sleep carry her away. 

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Masterpiece (1/1)

“Make everyday a masterpiece”-Wooden. 

Killian talks of running and it makes her head spin. After all, this was the man who stayed

Rating: T

“Have you ever thought about moving?”

The question is so out-of-the-blue that Emma halts all movement, leaving her red leather jacket hanging at her elbows. She cocks her head, turning slowly to the centuries-old man who just stumped her.

“Excuse me?” She is standing in the foyer of their house, the place the damned pirate had chosen himself. It’s pretty and she can afford it and it’s close to his stupid sea so what on–Oh.

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Between the lines

I’m just gonna be posting these as I write them. Apologies in advance. Part 2 of the missing scenes from 3B series.

Also can be found on A03

Moment 2: Progression from the passenger’s side.

During 3x14 - The push and pull that occurs during the many car journeys between the farmhouse and the forest. 

They stumbled out of the forest clearing, striding towards the yellow bug.

”Are we to assist your father first?”

“Probably best if we grab Regina first, we might need magical back up like you said. Especially if David thinks he’s onto something.”

He nodded and climbed into the passenger side, following her lead.

Killian couldn’t help observing her actions, noticing she was tense and wondering what had caused her mood to shift so drastically with just one phone call.

“You alright there, Swan?”

“Yeah.. just.. Wish he wouldn’t charge into things head first without waiting for backup.”

Killian was all too aware that her claims of irritation were masking her true concerns.

She was worried for her father.

She may not call him by his title yet, but the feelings were there all the same. The urge to comfort her steered him on.

“He’s a stubborn, head-strong fellow, but i’d gather that’s where you get it from, love.”

His teasing did nothing to ease her and Killian felt himself needing to reassure her. He hated seeing her so troubled.

He reached his right hand over, placing it over the tight grip she held on the gearshift, offering his comfort.

“He’ll be fine, Emma.”

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Wash away the pain

Spec fic: Emma copes with the belief that Killian has left her while he deals with the pain he has caused and desperatley tries to get back.


There are fresh cotton sheets on the bed. That’s one of the first things she had done the morning after he hadn’t returned home. The hurt she had taken to bed with her the night before had hardened into something more potent over the hours she had spent lying awake long after the world had fallen asleep: wondering where he was and why he hadn’t called.

(Fearing it was she who had pushed him away. She was good at that after all.)

In a frenzy, she had torn the sheets away. The ones that smelled like his cologne. The ones where they had only the night before made blissful love as she wore his ring on her left hand. Thank god Henry was still asleep as she tossed them into the washer, her eyes full of tears, hoping that somehow the soap suds could wash away her own pain along with the scent of him.

Now another day had passed. Another day without sleep. Her eyes are red as she pushes her face into the too-clean pillow case. Her phone lies beside her, tauntingly bare of communication from him. She wants to call him. She wants to hear his voice and beg him to come home. It’s too quiet without his laughter. It’s too cold without his arms around her.

It doesn’t feel like home when he’s not there.

Oh how she wishes she could dial back the days. She wishes she could see that he was troubled.

(How she wishes he had believed in her enough to share his secret.)

They were both a little lost still, she realizes.

A little too broken.

And perhaps not enough.

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Hitched (5/11)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

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

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

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

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook, @like-waves-on-the-beach, @lenfaz and @followbatb, thank you thank you thank you for reading and requesting tags!)



The light faded from the southwestern sky with the setting of the sun, and the cab grew dark once more as they zipped into the western half of Pennsylvania. Emma finished her favorite old book just in time; the moon had begun to rise against a pale blue sunset when she closed the pages, smiling absurdly at the happy ending she had fully known was coming.

Jones, meanwhile, had quietly turned on a public radio station and was listening to the news. Emma reached down to tuck the book back into her bag and shifted to comfortably lean against the window. They had briefly passed through part of the Appalachian mountains, where snow-dotted hills soared above a freeway cradled in the valleys and folds of the range. She had been through the southern Rockies more than once, and had seen pictures of the Alps, but even knowing there were bigger mountains out there she still found herself comforted and slightly awed by the long, uninhabited stretches of trees marching up and down into the horizon.

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 113: An Ordinary Day, and Extraordinary Night

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 113: An Ordinary Day, and Extraordinary Night

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

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

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CS genre: post 6b deleted scene/canon divergence

Killian leaned back in his chair at the station, absently twirling a pen in his good hand, and glanced up at the clock.


He sighed.  His shift ended at 5:00 this afternoon, at which point he could finally, finally return home to his waiting wife and teenage son. The problem was the hands on the clock seemed to be moving unnaturally slowly this afternoon.

Killian Jones was bored.

He smiled to himself, setting down the pen and stretching his arms over his head.  What a concept that was!  When was the last time he had the privilege of boredom?  It had been one villain after another threatening his home of Storybrooke and all those he loved for as long as he resided in this fair town.

But then his beautiful, amazing wife defeated the Black Fairy and Gideon, and since then they’d had peace.  A week from Thursday, they’d celebrate the eighteen month anniversary of that day—and simultaneously the eighteen month anniversary of Storybrooke becoming an ordinary, sleepy little town.

Oh he couldn’t complain about his life now, not really.  He was married to the most extraordinary woman ever to grace this realm or any other. They lived in a big, beautiful house, enjoyed part-time custody of her lad, a lad Killian loved as though he were his own flesh and blood.  He had an extended family in the Charmings, Regina, and even, though it galled to say it, in the Crocodile.  He had friends, a job he loved, and a ship he could take out on the sea whenever life on land felt too confining.

It was as close to a perfect life as Killian could ever find.

But the sleepy, law-abiding town did make work as a law enforcement officer a bit dull at times.

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hey, zip it! ( cs au )

Plot: I was supposed to tie my shoe, but somehow my hair got caught on to the button or zipper of your trousers and now my face is in your crotch area; in which Emma’s hair gets caught in Killian’s crotch at a public gathering and she is mortified.

Summary: Set some time during early S4 ( after 4x03 - “Don’t make a man drink alone!” ). 

Oneshot, Captain Swan, Rated M

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Never in her life had she felt more traumatized than at that particular moment. Especially since her parents had witnessed the event. That was all she needed to happen. Of course, accidents happened, but what had conspired at the picnic was something she, and probably everyone who had seen it, would need therapy for, for the foreseeable future. For Emma, it had ended on a high note, however, she had worked the situation to her advantage, and for that, she had a sense of pride. However, Emma couldn’t help but relive what had happened before her pride was knocking it out of the park.

“Swan, the Dwarves have been begging me to ask you to play a round of baseball…?” Killian announced as he neared the picnic table she had been occupying, before he added, “And, since you made me drink alone earlier this week, I think it’s only fair that you consider their offer; they suggested you join my team since I have not yet procured my other hand.”

The blonde rolled her eyes at Killian and his flowery language. That was something she had noticed about him, since the beginning; his ability to make her come apart, just with words. She glanced up at him, though and smiled. He was hopeful, like a puppy, even on a sweltering day, in his long, leather pirate’s coat. Killian’s enthusiasm was something Emma wanted to learn from.

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Bloom (5/?)

Here’s another chapter of Bloom! Sorry for the delay in posting. I’ve been busy wrapping up my CSBB. But after this weekend, I will be mostly free! Once again, many thanks to @unfolded73

In this chapter, Regina and Snow throw Emma a shower, and Emma has a heart-to-heart with Zelena.

[Ch.1][Ch.2][Ch.3][Ch. 4]

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Chapter 5: Daughters

Her mother’s farmhouse could only be described as a rainbow explosion. Multi-colored streamers hung from the ceiling, the cupcakes were iced in a variety of bright colors – hot pinks, yellows, oranges, and blue. Snow and Regina had really outdone themselves with the baby shower. Not only were the decorations wonderful, but so was the food – cupcakes, donuts, mini grilled cheese sandwiches – basically everything Emma could want.

Emma only had one rule regarding the shower. Well, two. The first was not to have any weird or gross games, which Regina had thankfully backed her up on. The second rule was to avoid an over-abundance of pink. It wasn’t as if she was opposed to her daughter wearing pink or dresses, she just didn’t want that to be the only option for her.

So far, both of her requirements were being met.

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Once Upon an Abandonment Part 2

Okay so this is part 2, which I didn’t plan for at the start, hence the messy plot, but it was requested (I had no idea part one was so loved :D ) so here it is!

Word count: 1961

Part 1

You opened your eyes, looking around this new town of ‘Storybrooke’. You thought the name suited it, given that everyone was a character from a storybook. You looked around, squinting in the bright light. You were used to living in the semi-darkness that existed under the trees, and this unsheltered exposure to the sun was brighter than what you were used to.
“Y/N? I didn’t know you were coming with us.” The blonde one, Emily or something, said with a smile, seeing you standing between her parents.
You quickly dropped their hands, and shrugged. “Yup.”
Snow smiled at her daughter. “Emma, could you order us some food in Granny’s? David and I will sort out Y/N’s payment and then we’ll join you.”
Emma, not Emily, nodded, walking into a building with ‘Granny’s’ written on the front of it. Henry, Hook and Regina accompanied her.
You managed to relax a bit once the Evil Queen was gone, and Snow gave you a smile, which you awkwardly tried to return.
“So, Y/N, let’s get you set up in your new place.” David smiled, and you nodded slightly.
“Yeah, sounds good.” You weren’t used to having other people look after you, normally you looked after yourself. “Um, thank you.”
David smiled. “Don’t worry about it, follow me.” He went into ‘Granny’s’ and walked right through to the back, going through a door there and up some stairs.
You followed him, looking curiously at everything around you. You didn’t know what a lot of the things were, for example the things that hung from the ceiling and emitted light, or the devices a lot of the diners were using, which one person was talking into, waiting a second, and then talking again, as though having a conversation.
You watched as David unlocked a door, and then gave you a key. “This apartment is yours, we’re that apartment there.” He pointed to the other door, opposite the one he’d unlocked.
You frowned. “Apartment?”
David nodded, then explained it to you. He and Snow went into the apartment, gesturing to you to follow them. You did so, and they took you around the apartment, explaining everything to you, as you’d never really experienced ‘modern technology’ before.

It was two weeks later, when you were sitting in your kitchen, trying to get your ‘smartphone’ to let you play the game Henry had showed you, but you were having a hard time figuring it out. You were interrupted by a knock on your door, so you got up and answered it, putting your phone in your pocket.
Seeing who was there, you immediately tried to shut the door again, but Regina held it open with one of her hands. “Y/N, please.”
You shook your head. “No. Leave me alone.” You tried again to shut the door.
“Please, I just want to talk. I’m not the Evil Queen anymore, I promise.” She pleaded, doing her best to hold the door open.
“If you don’t let go of the door I’ll close it on your fingers.” You threatened, putting more effort into closing the door.
Regina let go of the door and stepped back, allowing you to slam it shut. You rested your hands on it, and then your forehead, taking a deep breath. As you let it out, you felt the sadness overwhelm you, and you sunk down to your knees, crying quietly to yourself. One hand was over your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, as Regina was still outside the door. You wrapped your other arm around yourself, trying to hold yourself together somehow. It felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside out, but you weren’t. This was why you hadn’t wanted to come back, you knew the emotions would overwhelm you when you were faced, every day, with with the reminder that you were not good enough for even your own mother.
Once you’d managed to stop crying, and convinced yourself that your body wouldn’t fall apart if you stopped holding it, you stood up and looked through the peephole of your door. Regina had gone.
Quickly, you went back to your bedroom and grabbed a jacket, the one you’d taken with you when you went through the portal, and you left your house again, your key in your pocket. It was raining lightly, but you ignored it, needing to get away. You couldn’t help it, but being around your mother just made you want to start running in the opposite direction and never stop. She was your only weakness, when you’d spent a lifetime becoming the toughest, strongest person you could be. You’d spent years trying to eliminate all your weaknesses.
Once you were in the forest, you managed to relax a bit, as the forest was where you felt safest. Taking deep breaths, you turned your face upwards, letting the rain hit it.
“You know, sneaking up on someone isn’t very polite.” You said, not moving.
“I thought ye might be upset, lass. Didn’t want to intrude.” Killian let out a breath as he sat down on a tree stump. “You know it’s dangerous to be alone in the woods, there could be any sort of monster hanging around.”
You scoffed. “I think a monster is exactly what I need right now. A fight to get the blood flowing.” You looked at Hook, leaning against a tree opposite him.
He shook his head. “I’m not fighting you lass. You wouldn’t last a minute against me. You don’t even have a sword.”
You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Killian Jones, scared to be beaten by an unarmed girl? Where’s the ruthless pirate I’ve heard so much about?”
He slowly stood and drew his sword, holding a fighting stance. “Yer gonna regret this, lass.”
“Why don’t you ever use my name?” You asked curiously, holding your hands behind your back and taking a step closer to him. “You always call me ‘lass’,” you took another step closer to him, ducked under his sword, straightened up against his chest, a small, but very sharp dagger held to his throat, “but never Y/N.”
He let out a laugh, and then he gently held the tip of his hook against your throat. “I’m inclined to call this round a tie.”
You lowered your dagger, nodding, and stepped back again so you were once more leaning against the tree. “I don’t think you have it in you to fight me.”
Hook held his sword up again, a smirk on his lips. “Love, I’m a pirate. Don’t tempt me.”
You leaned forward. “Coward.” You whispered, grinning as it gave you the desired result.
After several parrys and a few close calls, you found yourself with your back pressed against a different tree. Killian’s sword rested across your throat and your left hand was pinned to the tree by his hook. Your dagger had been knocked out of your hand.
Killian looked very smug. “I win.”
“Do you?” You still had one free hand, and that hand held a knife, pressed against his ribs. “They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but I prefer sneaking between the ribs.”
“Get away from my daughter you filthy pirate!” Your mother’s voice instantly ruined your good mood. It didn’t help that she then used her magic to fling Killian back, flying through the air until he hit a tree.
“Regina stop!” You snapped. “We were sparring! He’s the Saviour’s boyfriend! He’s hardly going to hurt me.”
Your mother turned to look at you, frowning when she saw that you had a scratch on your cheek, and one on your arm, which was from Hook’s hook when he was flung through the air. “Let me heal you.” She said softly, stepping closer to you, her hand out.
“Don’t touch me.” You spat, trying to step back, but the tree was in the way. “Don’t you dare use your magic on me.” You straightened up, holding your ground.
She stopped, midway between you and Killian. “Y/N-”
“Heal him.” You ordered, nodding towards Killian who was unconscious after being thrown against a tree. “Heal him and take him back to Emma, she’s probably worried.”
“Will you wait here? I’ll heal him and take him back, but only if you promise to stay here until I could back.” She felt awful doing this, but she knew she had to talk to you somehow, and this was the best chance she’d gotten yet.
“No. I’ll take him back myself.” You huffed, walking around Regina to Killian. You didn’t give a wide enough gap, however, and Regina grabbed your arm.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” She whispered, as you suddenly found yourself unable to move, paralysed from the neck down. You tried to move but it felt like your whole body was encased in concrete.
Regina took a step back from you, tears in her eyes. “I just need you to listen to me, please.” The plea in her voice was almost painful to hear, but you weren’t in the mood for listening now that you were frozen.
“Killian! Killian?” Emma’s voice echoed through the forest, obviously looking for her boyfriend.
You took a deep breath, ready to yell for help, but you found you couldn’t make any noise. If looks could kill, the glare you fired at Regina would have knocked her dead, and then killed her in the afterlife.
Regina waved her hand again, and you felt another layer of magic wash over you, but it didn’t seem to have any effect, you couldn’t notice anything being different. You only realised what it was when Emma walked into the clearing and her gaze slide right over you. She didn’t see you.
“Regina!” She gasped. “What happened to Killian?” She knelt down by him, quickly healing him.
“He and Y/N were sparring, but when I saw them I thought he was attacking her and panicked. Y/N ran off. I was just about to heal him, but I wasn’t sure he’d understand the mistake.”
Killian was soon back on his feet, and he and Emma left, Regina saying she was going to try and find you.
Once they were out of earshot, Regina made you visible and able to speak again. The first thing you said was a long string of insults, all directed at your mother, most using profanities. By the time you were done insulting her, the tears were falling down your face again. “I… I know that I’m not good enough to be the daughter of the ‘Queen’,” you spat the word, “But you don’t need to follow me around constantly reminding me of how inadequate I am!”
“Y/N? What are you talking about?” Regina frowned, pain clear on her face.
“I remember you sending me away! I heard you talking to grandad about me! ‘Such a disappointment’.” You mimicked her voice. “The next day, you sent me away on that boat! You never even tried to find out what happened to the boat, did you? Of course you didn’t, if you did, you’d know that it sank!”
“It sank?” She whispered, horrified.
“It sank! I woke up on the shores of a land I didn’t know, completely alone! I was helpless. Lucky for me, I’m a fast learner. If I hadn’t learned to fight as quickly as I had, I’d be dead! Being the daughter of the Evil Queen who killed hundreds of people did not make me popular! Especially since I look so like you! People thought I was you! You have no idea what I went through because I was a ‘disappointment’ to you. So forgive me if I’m not quite in the mood for mother-daughter bonding.”

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The Newsflash That Broke Emma Swan, Chapter 4

The next morning, Regina stands at the kitchen counter, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the French press pitcher.  When it is just her, she foregoes her 10-cup brewing machine. After a sleepless night, she can, especially, make coffee with the press as strong as she likes.

Memories of Emma’s amazing kisses are still traipsing through her consciousness.  Damn, the woman.  She practically had Regina’s toes curling by just being wrapped in such an amorous embrace and romanced senseless, using just the right amount of lip pressure, and an eager tongue tip.  It was surprising.  It was mind-scrambling.  And God help her, Regina wanted more.

She brings the mug to her lips, but halts, sets it down again and sighs tiredly, staring out the window.  The next time she kisses Emma Swan, she will be the one in the driver’s seat, she promises herself.  Stopping short, she wonders, The next time?

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 101: The Fireworks

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 101: The Fireworks

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

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

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CS Genre: Future Fic

Spring slowly sizzled into summer—a particularly hot and humid summer in Storybrooke that had Emma grateful that they had indeed decided to stay in the Land Without Magic, a place where air conditioners were a thing.

Ever since the Black Fairy was defeated a few months ago, she and Killian had responded to far more “cat stuck in a tree” or “Leroy double parked in front of Granny’s” calls than “weird, fairy tale villain intent on world domination just destroyed something” calls.

In fact, they’d had no calls about fairy tale villains.  It seemed Storybrooke had finally settled down into a peaceful, sleepy little town, with its requisite cast of eccentric characters.

It had never been the kind of life Emma had imagined she would lead—sheriff in a small town where everyone knows everyone else, married to her true love and so happy she thought she might die from it.  But though it might not be the life she’d expected for herself, it was a life she loved with every fiber in her being.

Even when Regina decided to institute regular town meetings to discuss town business.  (Seriously, they really were turning into Stars Hollow.) It was at one such meeting about a month ago, that the whole big production had been decided on.

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Decluttering II

A/N: I wasn’t planning on writing a second part, but the lovely @queen-of-the-merry-men gave me such a great prompt that I just had to finish this up quickly. Thanks so much to her and the amazing @teresa-ortiz for betaing! Enjoy and please let me know what you think.

Read Part I HERE

Also, in case you prefer to read on ff.net, follow this link.

Part II

Two days later, she’s invited to dinner by Snow. Well, invited might be the wrong word since Snow rather insisted she come. You can’t barricade yourself in your vault forever, Regina! were her words when she showed up on her doorstep the previous night, curiously eyeing the box resting next to the entrance, ready to be carried down into the basement.

I have a problem to take care of - a problem you talked me into creating was her response back, knowing exactly how much of a low blow it was. Snow had only meant to help. And yes, Regina agrees, her intentions may have been pure, but it backfired in the worst way possible. She very well knew Snow was probably beating herself up over this, blaming herself for talking Regina into splitting herself, but even though her other half might be evil, she was the petty one. Petty, but also willing to let a pair of puppy eyes guilt trip her into agreeing to said dinner. Without Emma and the pirate.

So, that’s how she finds herself here 24 hours later, pacing in front of the loft, not really sure whether she should knock. She’s a little bit too early, but that’s because she’d taken half the day in order to mentally prepare for the evening, to practice a smile in the mirror and think of safe topics to talk about. Regina can hear the clattering from the pans and plates inside. Someone seems to be setting the table.

Her fingers are absently playing with the engagement ring on her finger, the one she hasn’t taken off since she placed it on her finger two days ago. She needs to stop this. It’s a nasty habit and it draws way too much attention to Robin’s ring, but the thought of taking it off was even worse. Instead, Regina balls her hands into fists, pressing them to her side whilst mentally cursing herself. So what if she’s wearing a new ring? Nobody will notice. Nobody will know.

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Under The Influence, Scene 2

So after I posted my picficlet, “Under The Influence”, I didn’t realize how well loved it would be. Readers seem to like a Drunk!Emma and a Regina who takes care of her.  As I had gotten messages to please continue, even I began to imagine the next scene in my mind and here it is.

Click here to read “Under The Influence”, Scene 1.


Scene 2:  Mary Margaret’s Apartment

(Regina and Emma stumble up the stairs and can be heard outside the front door.  Inside Mary Margaret and David are in the kitchen preparing to leave for an evening out and looking mildly confused at the commotion out in the hall.  There is a thud at the front door.)

MARY MARGARET:  (hands David the cake she’s made for the evening and some supplies before she  picks up Neal) What was that?

DAVID:   (frowns) I don’t know.

EMMA:  (yells from out in the hall)  WE’RE OKAY!

REGINA:  Emma, will you keep your voice down?

MARY MARGARET:  Is that Regina?  I thought Emma was having dinner with Hook.

DAVID:  You mean breaking up with Hook.  I am so glad she came to her senses.

EMMA:  Regina, Regina… I got this.  Watch!

(Suddenly the door blows open hard, due to Emma blasting it with magic and through the doorway, Emma is seen with her arms stretched out in front of her and Regina standing slightly behind her with her arms crossed, skepticism on her face.  The door that had suddenly opened so forcefully just as quickly slams shut again.  David and Mary Margaret flinch at the sound and look at each other in bewilderment.)

REGINA:  Mmm-hmm.

EMMA:  Well… it opened, didn’t it?

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The Tide Has Turned

This goes out to @tnlph, who is delightful and kind, as well as extraordinarily patient. She asked for this in October. It’s now December. It was supposed to take an hour, and use 500 words. It did… not.

I’m sorry. This probably is not at all what you wanted, either. Sorry again. A canon divergence from 2X10. And yes, that is totally a laundry pun. You’re welcome.

Storybrooke was a one hat town. One Bed and Breakfast. One pawnshop. One clothing store, still carrying all the latest fashions from the fall of 1982. It would have been almost quaint, if it weren’t for the population of fairytale characters, hellbent on making sure Emma Swan never got any sleep ever, ever again.

The call came in at 2am, her phone screen lighting up on the bedstand. She snatched it up before it could make with the bugles. Henry had enough trouble sleeping as it was these days, what with the nightmares, and his therapist being murdered and all. She was careful not to disturb him where he lay finally sleeping on his cot, covers half kicked off and tufts of brown hair sticking in every direction, his mouth hanging open adorably. Her son.

She’d get her own place soon. One where Henry would have his own room. One where she wouldn’t have to sneak downstairs to get changed in the bathroom, or trip over Prince Charming’s sword in the living room, as she searched in vain for her Sheriff badge by the dim light of her phone.

It wasn’t cool to share a room with your Mom.

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Look at Where You Are (Where You Started)

These past few episodes have been pretty angsty, so here’s some fluff. After the birth of his and Emma’s daughter, Killian and Regina commiserate about how far they’ve come on their personal journeys. Title shamelessly stolen from Hamilton.


The few times Killian has been in Storybrooke’s hospital, it was always a hustle of bodies running about to wage their own battles with death. Of course, every time he was here, some sort of crisis was embroiling the town, setting the hospital staff on edge. Tonight, however, the hospital is quiet, a sense of calm enveloping the halls.

Or maybe it isn’t calm.

Maybe the hospital is just like every other time he’s been before and he’s surrounded by a cacophony of raised and worried voices of the wounded and their physicians. Killian hardly knows at the moment, attention instead focused on a room that he is not allowed to enter, only observe, a wall of glass separating him from the object of his desires: the small infant sleeping in the third bed from the left in the hospital nursery.

She’s wrapped in a pink blanket patterned with tiny ducks and wearing a matching hat that obscures her tiny tufts of dark hair. Her swaddled form is laying in bassinet that does not look as comfortable as she deserves, especially an infant of her station, but Killian can briefly forgive the hospital nursery if only for the small sign signifying her parentage – the name “Jones” scrawled across the pink label in large block letters.

She’s his. Theirs, he mentally corrects thinking of Emma, his heart bursting with barely concealed awe and love. The labor had been blessedly quick and uneventful – “a first for the family,” Dave had remarked in the aftermath, his voice filled with unconcealed relief. There’s a small bit of guilt that tugs at Killian for leaving Emma asleep in her hospital room, but he is unable to draw himself away from the partition separating him and his daughter.

He wants to hold her. He doesn’t quite understand this realm’s insistence on separating a infant from its parents for long periods of time – something about allowing the mothers to sleep, he thinks – but since pregnancy and childbirth isn’t a near-death sentence here, he chooses not to protest. Much. Still, he doubts anything or anyone can stop him from keeping a brief vigil over her.

She looks so peaceful sleeping here, he thinks. It’s difficult to believe that hours ago she entered the world screaming. Even the nurses commented on the strength of her tiny lungs. Killian felt a tiny surge of pride when he heard that compliment, not that there should be any surprise that the child of the Savior wouldn’t be strong. Still, his daughter’s tiny cries broke his heart a bit, a wave of protectiveness overcoming him at the thought of anything causing her stress or discomfort. He’s quickly beginning to understand Dave a bit more, not that Killian will admit it to the prince.

A shuffling and a series of whispered statements break Killian out of his reverie. He turns quickly, body tensing and ready for a fight to see Regina moving behind him, hands raised and a light glow emitting from her fingertips. He raises an eyebrow in question when he sees her, body relaxing at the sight of his ally and friend.

“You’re losing your touch, Guyliner,” she teases, after she finishes whatever incantation she had been performing.

“As you can see, I have reason to be distracted,” he responds, titling her head toward the glass wall separating them from the babies. “And just what were you doing behind my back, Your Majesty?

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Henry (maybe a little older) comes home to Emma and Killians house drunk. Emma is upset and trying to scold him but Killian keeps giggling and teasing like when they found out about Violet.

Hey there, Nonnie! Sorry for the delay, but I managed to type out a quick one-shot about your prompt. Thanks for submitting it!

When it came to drinking, Emma Swan knew exactly what she was talking about.

When you have more demons than good memories, it’s very easy to work your way around a bottle. Wine when she was having trouble sleeping, tequila when she wanted to forget everything and have a good time, whiskey when she wanted to stop thinking. Lastly, rum when she wanted to watch the sunrise with her pirate.

Of course before meeting her one-handed wonder rum was only her choice of drink when she wanted to be a bit more adventurous, liquid courage. Now rum was only associated with good memories. Watching the sunrise, taking shots during their post-Underworld celebration, the taste of his mouth when she came home. All good things that replaced images of her in a lonely bar drinking by herself.

Her highest priority was always Henry, especially after what she did as the Dark One. Making sure Henry went to school when they weren’t defeating villains. Making sure Henry ate right. Being civil to Regina so Henry doesn’t feel constantly at war. All for him.

To her astonishment, it all seemed to work. Henry was smart, kind, and an overall amazing young man, she couldn’t have been prouder of him. Half the time she wondered if was even related to her, but the faint stretch marks on her abdomen reminded her that Henry was indeed her son.

So when Henry stumbled into the house three sheets to the wind, she was rather shocked.

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