look at the way emma looks at ruby

you know...

Fake dating, flirty, Friday ficlet ahead. (TGIF) (Modern AU, 1300 words, rated T)


“Sorry Swan, I didn’t just put that cabinet there, it’s been in place since I moved in.”

The leg pressed against his side digs a bit into his ribs and he chuckles, giving his best friend a cocky smirk as she rubs at the back of her head she’s just slammed into his upper cabinet after a too hearty laugh. They’re both a little tipsy, teetering closer over the edge into drunk with each pass of the bottle of rum between them. Said bottle is in his hand now and he twirls the brown liquid around, wondering how many sips they have left and if it’s really a good idea for Emma to be sitting on the counter in her current state.

“Shit, I hear Ruby. Killian, do me a favor?”

Not looking up from the bottle he merely nods, knowing there is very little in the world he won’t agree to do for Emma Swan.

“Eyes up here, sailor, this is important.”

Her green eyes are wide and imploring and his hand wraps around her knee in support of whatever distress has suddenly come over her.

“What is it, love?”

“Ruby is desperate to pair me up and mentioned bringing someone with her tonight for me to meet. I’m really not in the mood. Or interested. Can we…you know…pretend for just a minute…to…you know…”

A cold sweat breaks out beneath his flannel, his heart both breaking and doubling in time at the suggestion of pretending to “you know” with the woman sitting beside him. He’s wanted to “you know” with Emma for longer than he can remember, so it won’t take much on his part to sell the idea. He can’t help but feel lost at her wanting to pretend.

“But Ruby knows we’re just friends, so won’t she smell bullshit a mile away?”

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Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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A Favor Returned

Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?

summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

rating: k for kissing ;)

also on: ff.net and ao3

Like every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Like every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before midnight!”

Like every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese, shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”

Emma Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend – or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it so eloquently.

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Rm 6725

Emma Swan is having a horrible day, and just when she thinks things might look up, she gets stuck with a very cranky patient, but God is he gorgeous.

Nurse Emma Swan

Generally speaking, Emma loved being a floating nurse at Boston Mass Gen Hospital.  She moved all around the hospital to different departments letting her do a bit of everything, which she found exciting. Ruby, her best friend who was also a nurse, was always complaining about how boring her floor was.

Ruby worked in the post-operative ward, where patients were sent to recover after their operations if they were considered stable. Most of the patients were just waiting until they were well enough to be discharged so they could go home, while others were older and waiting, well, for anything. Some were hoping their children would come and take care of them, while others were waiting for a spot to open up in a nursing home. Ruby had coined it the ‘limbo floor’.

Emma couldn’t count the number of times that Ruby had complained because she was forced to give someone a bed bath or had to empty out their ostomy bags. Emma had laughed at the time, having yet to work on Ruby’s floor herself. She had only lived in Boston for about seven months, and she had only worked at the hospital for just a month less. Most of Emma’s floating was done in the emergency room, labor and delivery, or on the pediatric floor, but soon that would change.

Emma woke up early enough that she could go for a run before her shift. It had rained the night before though, and the pavement that morning was unforgiving. She slipped on the pavement in front of a crowd of high school kids waiting outside for the first bell to ring. If that hadn’t been mortifying enough, when Emma got home, she discovered that she had stepped on what appeared to be a used condom somewhere along the way, and it had tagged along home with her on the bottom of her shoe. The day was already off to a horrible start, and then it got worse.

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The Fallout of Fall Festival

I am re-posting this after editing some things and splitting it into two parts, because it was a monster.  Thanks to @teamhook for helping me out with some advice.  The next part should appear soon!

Summary:  Emma and Killian were well on their way to becoming an official ampersand couple in their small town of Storybrooke, Maine, when a surprise visitor caused a rift between them.

Word Count: approx. 9K


The Storybrooke Fall Festival was one of the favorite events of the year in the small town in Maine.  Pumpkins and hay bales were brought in by the cartload to take over Main Street for a day and tables were set up with people peddling wares from candles to handmade jewelry to wooden carvings and other stands were serving food.

As town sheriff, Emma had to work all day (although what she was meant to protect the festival from other than the off-chance that a scarecrow came to life, she wasn’t sure).

As the daughter of Mary Margaret and David Nolan, Emma had to help set up and break down half of the tables and other decorations.

At least she got paid in free food and apple cider for the entire day.

She’d been up since the crack of dawn helping her dad line the street with hay bales and then settling a dispute between the nuns and August Booth about who had which table.  Fortunately, it was resolved quickly without her having to incarcerate a nun or August.

By the time the festival officially opened at nine in the morning, she was ready to take advantage of the free beverages as she walked to the booth where Ruby was serving coffee.

“What can I get you, Sheriff?” Ruby called cheerily.

“As much caffeine as you can fit into a cup. Or a bucket.  Whichever will keep me upright for the rest of the day.”

“How about one cup and you can come back for more?”

Emma huffed.  “Fine.  But if I fall asleep on a hay bale, I’m blaming you.”

She grabbed the cup and took a large gulp. “Ugh, needs sugar.”  Ruby pointed to the bin of sugar packets next to the coffee dispenser and Emma started adding ample amounts of the powder to the coffee.

“You’re going to crash so hard once that wears off,” Ruby commented.

“Not if I come back here as much as I plan to today,” Emma retorted.

“Unless you plan on chugging caffeine until your heart finally gives out, you will eventually crash.”

“Yes, but hopefully I can hold it off until I’m lying in bed after the chaos is over.”

“Just so long as we don’t run out of coffee,” Ruby said impishly.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Has she started on her caffeine high yet?” said Elsa as she walked up.

“You try working the entire festival, including set-up and breakdown, without coffee in an IV,” Emma grumbled.

Elsa wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulder and squeezed quickly before dropping her arm.  “The place looks great, Emma.  You and your parents have outdone yourselves once again.”

“It’s all Mom.  Dad and I are just the manual labor.”

“Either way, it looks fantastic.”

“I’ll pass on the message.”  Emma looked around.  “Did you ditch Liam at home?”

“You know how much of a grump he can be when it comes to town spirit.  But—” She trailed off and looked away.

“But what?  Elsa?” Emma said with suspicion lacing her tone.

“Killian’s here,” Elsa answered quietly.

Emma groaned.  “Can I get whiskey in my next coffee?”

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Stupidly obvious solmates

A while back @loving-cs-fanfiction reblogged this post and I was stupid enough to start writing this prompt on top of all the things I had to do already, today I finally give her The Thing. It’s slightly more stupid than anything she might have wanted, but I had all the fun writing it. Unbeta’d so forgive me for these 5300 words (exactly geez) of Captain Swan. I’ll re-read it later, but for now I just want it to be OUT of my drafts.

tagging also @killiancygnus because I know she might like it.


Without further ado, I give you the silliest soulmate au you’ve ever read.

Rum was a good idea. Vodka was an awesome idea. Thank God for Ruby and her incredible supply of alcohol, because Emma was having the time of her life.

So what if she had an nine a.m. class the morning after? She could do it. She could totally drink everyone under the table, she was not at all drunk. Not one bit.

“Emma, careful! The table!”

Okay, maybe she was a little bit drunk. Just a tad. No biggie, she could use Granny’s hangover cure in the morning and everything would be fine. She kind of hoped she would black out so she wouldn’t remember seeing Killian fucking Jones sporting her name on his exposed chest like some sort of prize or whatever because he was the sworn enemy of his own buttons.

Wear a fucking t-shirt for fuck’s sake. Fuck.

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“Some Sort of Neighborly” (11/11) | Once Upon a Time

Title: Some Sort of Neighborly - (11/11)
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Words: 4,374/45,653
Completed: 02/27/2017
Summary: Modern!AU Captain Swan. They’re not neighbors, not exactly, and they’re not friends either. It’s pretty hard to find reasons to bump into the woman who lives next door to your best friend, especially after your only interaction with her has been waking up on her couch one Saturday morning. Sequel to Rude Awakening.

And now, two-and-a-half years after the first chapter was posted: Some Sort of Neighborly is finally finished! I’m still in a little disbelief, to be honest. Writing this story has been such a valuable lesson on persistence, and although I do wish this had happened a long time ago (since it definitely reads like I’d written it back then, too, thanks to my original outline O O P), I’m still very proud of being able to push through to the end :)

Whether you’ve been here from the start (in which case, I’M STILL VERY SORRY), or you’re picking up this fic for the first time just now, or you’re anywhere in between: thank you so much for reading! Extra love to @katie-dub, @kmomof4, and @shady-swan-jones – all of your lovely messages about this story never fail to make me smile <33

Hope you enjoy!

On AO3 here | On FF.net here | On Tumblr under “Read More”

Some Sort of Neighborly

Chapter 11

He wakes to the scent of clean linen and crisp air on his nose, which he buries into his pillow with a groan.

For a long moment, it’s all he can do to simply lie there, feeling the sheets tangled around his legs and the warm autumn sun, flickering gently through the curtains, on the bare skin of his back. Lazy mornings are both a welcome indulgence and a dangerous habit for someone with his sleep schedule, but the languid contentment that’s burrowed its way into his bones refuses to let up – or, for that matter, let him think about much else – even as he stretches and feels every muscle in his body hum with a pleasant ache.

Especially for his muddled mind, then, it’s difficult to pinpoint if he’s only awoken because he missed his alarm and slept halfway through the day – until a muffled, distressed voice smashes his peaceful bliss into bits.

“It’s just, sometimes – he can be such an asshole, you know?”

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Rounding Home

Emma Swan is happy. Really. Absurdly. Incandescently.

Even when she’s surrounded by the picture-perfect wedding of her two best friends. Well, re-wedding. David and Mary Margaret have been married for nearly six months. No one in Storybrooke got that message. It didn’t matter. She was still happy. And, well, it might have been half because of the boyfriend she’d brought back to Storybrooke with her.

He was her boyfriend this time.

Or - Emma and Killian return to Storybrooke for the “re-wedding of the century” and it’s not quite as dramatic this time. A not-quite You Play Ball Like a Girl sequel.

AN: This is a gift for my delightful and fantastic friend @distant-rose who deserves a bit of fluff and feels very strongly about YPBLAG. Someday I’ll write that sequel. Someday. Here’s about 10K worth of fluff and feelings instead. 

Also up on Ao3 if that’s how you roll. 

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Knock, Knock Ch. 22: The Long Way Home

Forgive the transit fantasies (USA doesn’t have as many trains as I’m suggesting), but I hope you like this chapter! Stuff is on the horizon.

Read on AO3.

Read from the beginning on Tumblr (links to next chapter at the end of each).

“I think you two are the only non-terrorists I’ve ever known to wind up on the no-fly list.”

Ugh. Leave it to Ruby to find this very terrible predicament they were in just so damn funny.

After security had escorted them out of the airport and Ruby had found them sulking on the curb of long-term parking, Killian had just assumed that he and Emma would laugh it off and enjoy the rest of their vacation (well, the start of it, really). But Emma’s cheeks were still burning red, even an hour after the incident, and the weight of the logistical nightmare they were now dealing with – you know, how the hell do you get the whole way across the country without a plane? – well, he wasn’t exactly laughing it all off himself.

The plus side: Emma wasn’t mad at him. Nor was he mad at her. They knew they were doing something stupid and they were clearly both willing participants. If anything was to blame it was their hormones. Or something. But the downside: not being mad at each other doesn’t make the other glaring problems go away.

“And, what, you’ve got a lot of terrorist buds out there?” Emma snarked back, the first words she’d actually spoken since Killian regaled the Washingtonians with their tale of love, lust, and losing their right to take domestic and international flights for an undetermined amount of time.

“Hey, I’m proud! Wasn’t too long ago you didn’t care enough about anyone to risk that kind of nightmare. It’s a good thing when baby’s in love.”

“Baby is in a fucking mess, thank you very much, Ruby.” Emma was tapping at her phone furiously, whether it be taking out her frustration on Angry Birds or researching alternative forms of travel - Killian couldn’t be sure.

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kday426  asked:

1 with either Killian/Emma/Liam or Killian/Emma/Ruby

I’ll take the latter option cause @totheendoftheworldortime already has the market on Killian/Emma/Liam and there is no way in hell I would ever try to duplicate her Swan Jones Trio.  Although, she does write a wicked Killian/Emma/Ruby as well, I believe.

this is also for the nonnie who asked for the same number.

So, Killian/Emma/Ruby under the cut…

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last call (2/2)

Best friends (of sorts) turned lovers (of sorts) AU, just a short little two-shot filled with fluff, banter, and— dare I say it— a smidgen of crack.

(Part 1 here)

Word Count: ~4.8k

A/N: It’s fascinating to read about who relates more to Emma and who to Killian, whether you bask in the comfort of not needing to label a relationship or feel a bit anxious about the lack of definition.  Emma isn’t unhappy here, not at all, and I’ve tried to show that (boy was that a tricky writing exercise), but it’s certainly interesting to see everyone’s reactions.  Regardless, I’m glad my exploratory fluff has been enjoyed. Thanks for reading!

They spot a pair of waving hands as soon as they walk in to Granny’s, and Killian automatically moves to let Emma in the booth first, knowing he would lose the fight for the window seat regardless.

“Sorry we’re late,” Killian apologizes with a playfully admonishing glare to Emma.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault I was up late,” she argues back, grabbing at the coffee mug already in front of her.

Killian notices David’s eyebrows slowly rising, and gives him a far less playful glare.  “Wasn’t mine, either.”

“That would be my fault, actually!”

Ruby appears at the table and squeezes in with Mary Margaret and David, unapologetic grin in place as she looks from Killian to Emma and back.

“Don’t be so proud of it,” Emma mumbles, sipping her coffee.  Killian chuckles and drapes an arm on the bench behind her.

“Hey,” Ruby scolds, hands on her waist.  “I got you free drinks and this is how you repay me?”

“Technically,” Killian butts in, “It was the already drunk businessmen who got her free drinks.” There’s a tone of defensiveness in his voice that everyone at the table picks up on.  Emma catches Ruby smirking and rolls her eyes.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” David teases, ignoring the look Killian shoots his way.

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Out of the Frying Pan (18/?)

She’d come back.

And invited him to Henry’s soccer game.

The kid had nearly hit his head on the crossbar, he jumped so high when Killian walked in with Emma, taking up position on the sidelines and cheering when Henry made a handful of particularly impressive first-half saves.

He did it again – diving to his left and coming up with the ball in his hands and a smile on his face and Killian felt Emma exhale against him, forehead pressed into his shoulder. “He didn’t break any bones did he?” she asked.

“No, love,” Killian answered, arm tightening out of instinct. “That’s his fifth save, you know.”

AN: @laurnorder is the BEST. Like. The BEST. She read so many of my words, it is vaguely absurd. 

Hanging out on Ao3 and tag’ed up on Tumblr

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Souvenirs (A CS AU) Part 1/14

A Modern CS AU where Emma has grown up in Maine her whole life and runs a store with Ruby and MM. Killian Jones is the new guy in town, who just bought the local bar. Only Emma and Killian have met before and now she can’t help but wonder if their past has influenced his plans for the future. Includes tons of fluff and a happily ever after. Rated M.

A/N: So I’ve decided that this whole republishing a story on off days idea was a good one and I’m hailing back to a story I wrote in March that involves Emma and Killian finding their way back to each other after years apart. It’s all fluff and sweetness with a bit of smut in upcoming chapters, and for those of you who read it before, you know there’s nothing like angst in sight. I’ve made a few edits, but mostly it’s the same story some of you know. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Emma Swan could set her watch to the small town of Storybrooke, Maine. Everyday was just the same, her neighbors lived in a daily cycle that was very rarely tampered with and the comfort of such sameness was immense. For a girl who’d known a tumultuous start to life, mundane routine was a gift, one she never sent packing. Better to be safe than risk losing the good you already had.

It was this sort of thinking that left Emma smiling at the sight of Tiny, a very large man with an ironic nickname who lived nearby, with his small Chihuahua Teeny who yipped all the way down the block. It had her laughing at the troop of seven dwarves (their own designated squad name, for reasons unknown) as they headed off to work on the edge of town. It had her knowing that right behind them would be her best friend Mary Margaret carrying two cups of cocoa for her and Emma and hopefully a Danish from Granny’s. The tinkling of the bell above the store’s door signaled she’d been right.

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Treasure Hunt

Happy Birthday @chrissascorner​! I hope you have a wonderful day with family and friends. Love you sweetheart! :) Here’s a little thing I wrote for you.

Initial inspiration for this fic came from this article

Ao3  FF.net

Summary: While tracking a missing yacht, Emma Swan, PI is forced to work with a team she’d never imagine working with in the first place. 

Rated: T

(A huge thanks to my beta, @amagicalship)

Treasure Hunt

“Let me get this straight. You need me to track down a yacht belonging to the mayor of the town you are Sheriff for?” Emma reclined back in the chair, fingers drumming on the surface of the desk as she gave her old partner a smug smile.

David sighed. “I know exactly how this sounds, Emma. But there are reasons why she wants a P.I. handling this and not the local authorities.”

“You’re going to have to give me more than that, Nolan. And you know it.”

“Regina Mills is a powerful woman, but she has a weak spot. Her son Henry has been threatened. And as much as she trusts her former FBI agent now turned into local sheriff, aka me, she also knows the person we are dealing with has connections in all the agencies.”

“Who do you suspect took the yacht?”

Gold.” David paused, giving Emma a moment to digest the information. They both knew about Gold’s involvement in several underhanded activities in the NorthEast area and the possibility of bribed personnel in all the agencies. It was one of the many reasons why taking him down while working for the FBI had been impossible.

Emma cracked her neck, the tension of the busy day getting to her. “Why would he take her yacht?”

“He has history with her mother. And it’s a win-win situation for him. He can use it to conduct his dirty affairs and if it gets caught, it will splatter her reputation.”

“He’s the same sneaky bastard he always was, gotta give him credit for that.” Emma cocked an eyebrow. “So, what’s the plan? Me and Ruby track him down and retrieve the yacht?”

“No. You just track the yacht down. Someone else is in charge of the retrieve. This is a joint effort.” David shifted in his seat uncomfortably and Emma sat up straight in her chair.

“I don’t play well with others, David. You know that.” She raised an eyebrow knowingly at him. He should know by now that she didn’t trust easily.

“Emma, you can’t retrieve a yacht of this magnitude and Regina is not taking any chances with the authorities. She wants this to be fast and she’s willing to cut some corners - within reason - to get there.”

“Who’s going to do the extraction then?”

Jones Marine Risk Management and Vessel Extraction.” David cleared his throat.

“You’re hiring fucking modern pirates?!?”

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  • *Emma sits down at the Diner*
  • Ruby: Are you alone?
  • Emma: What?
  • Ruby: No bestie by your side.
  • Emma: What? Regina. She's my friend Ruby.
  • Ruby: Of course. You're gal pal right?
  • Emma: Right.
  • Ruby: So what will you be soon? Roommates.
  • Emma: Well we have been talking about me moving into the mansion for Henry.
  • Ruby: For Henry.
  • Emma: Yeah.
  • Ruby: God you're blind.
  • Emma: What?
  • Ruby: Regina called ahead and had me prepare your cocoa, grilled cheese and a bearclaw for dessert. She also told me to tell you that if you wanted to come to dinner tonight you're more than welcome.
  • Emma: Well we're best friends. We know each other Rubes.
  • Ruby: Emma.
  • Emma: What?
  • Ruby: Just look at the way she looks at you Emma. It's not a look you can describe in words but once you see it Em, you'll realise that your best friend is in love with you.
  • Emma: You think Regina's in love with me?
  • *Ruby hands her the cup with Regina's message on it*
  • *Emma chuckles reading the message "Enjoy your cocoa ;) x"*
  • Ruby: And judging by the smile on your face you're in love with your best friend too.
One Through Thirty

A/N: For @lifeinahole27​, who lights up my life with her friendship and lets me flail about fic at 3 AM. Love you, friend! Happy (belated) Birthday!! Xx

Summary: There’s a tiara nestled snugly on Emma Swan’s head, a sash draped from one shoulder to the opposite hip that reads, “DIRTY THIRTY,” and a list of thirty things she’s supposed to do before the clock strikes midnight. (At the very top of which is one Killian Jones.)

Words: 4,523 | Rating: BF for Birthday Fic | ao3



1. Find a guy whose name starts with the letter ‘K’

Emma scrunches her nose at the tiara Mary Margaret delicately places on her head and expels a heavy sigh when Elsa drapes a bright pink sash that reads ‘DIRTY THIRTY’ in big, bold, black letters over her so it lays diagonally across her chest. Both are obnoxiously glittery and flamboyant, and she is already regretting her decision to allow her friends to take her out for her birthday.

“Is this really necessary?” she complains for the hundredth time.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t make the rules,” Mary Margaret replies.

Elsa’s encouraging smile is accompanied by a pat to her shoulder. “It’ll be fun. Besides, it’s not everyday you turn thirty.”

“Birthday Girl still grumbling?” Ruby asks as she saunters up to the table, smile wide and wolf-like.

Mary Margaret shoots her a look, the kind that says, ‘I can’t believe you talked her into this, she is going to murder you. Slowly.’ But Ruby remains unfazed, setting a gift bag on the table and handing Emma a piece of paper.

“What’s this? What am I supposed to do with this?” she frowns, unfolding the sheet and turning it right side up while Mary Margaret and Elsa continue to fuss with her birthday wear.

Ruby’s smile blooms into a grin when Emma’s gaze abruptly snaps to hers after reading it. “You, my-newly-turned-thirty dear friend, are doing a photo scavenger hunt tonight.”

Her eyes narrow as they return to the list to scan it over again, brow abruptly quirking in annoyance. “Ruby, seriously?”

“What?” she asks, the perfect face of wide-eyed innocence.

“‘#1. Find a guy whose name starts with the letter K?’”

“Yeah, and?”

She gives Ruby an exasperated huff. “‘#2. Find a guy with blue eyes?’”

“‘And a dimpled smile,’” she points out. “Don’t forget that part.”

“These are all really specific.”

“Well, you didn’t think I’d make it easy, did you? Scavenger hunts are supposed to be hard, Emma.” Her smirk is amused, eyes full of mischief. “Especially on your birthday!”

“Yeah, but are they supposed to be specific to one person?” she retorts.

“Hey,” Ruby holds her hands up in an innocent gesture. “You said it, not me. Besides, you two idiots keep making eyes at each other without actually doing anything about it, so consider this a push in the right direction.”

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A missing scene set sometime during the early chapters of Given The Choice. You don’t need to read that to get this, I think, all you really need to know is it’s post-Neverland, without Pan causing trouble, leaving Emma and Hook free to argue and fight their feelings and amuse everyone around them.

So, missing scene/ficlet, in which Emma and Hook test the waters of jealousy, with decidedly mixed results. Thanks to the ladies at the CS writers hub for the help!

It’s been a long day. Emma trudges up the steps towards Granny’s diner, hoping against hope that Regina is already there with Henry and she can just take the kid and go home.

But no such luck. The place is buzzing with conversation and clattering cutlery, but there’s no sign of Regina and Henry yet as she sweeps a quick glance around the diner. She spots Neal and Belle in one of the booths, some of the dwarves in another, and a few people she only recognises by face.

And, leaning against the counter with a beer in his hand, Captain Hook. He’s been talking to Ruby, who is on the other side of the counter, but now his eyes are on Emma.

Ruby’s are, too. She smiles, and waves, and Emma smiles back and makes her way over before she can reconsider.

Hook is smirking, of course. He’s half-perched on his stool like a model for a photo shoot, and Emma would accuse him of doing it on purpose if she didn’t know that he has no idea what a photo shoot is.

“Hey Emma!” Ruby calls. “Hot chocolate?”

Emma hesitates, but between the long day at work and the unexpected presence of the most provoking, infuriating man she’s ever met, the lure is too strong to resist. Sugary, warm, cinnamon-scented goodness is exactly what she needs. She gives Ruby a grateful look. “Yes, please.”

And that’s how she ends up next to Hook at the counter, talking to Ruby and Granny as they work. They’ve treated her differently ever since she and Snow returned from the Enchanted Forest, but since Neverland, things have changed again. Emma is asked for news of Henry and her opinion of Chimaera meat and the current weather and Chris Evans, of all things.

“You keep talking about this Chris Evans fellow,” Hook says, looking confused – adorably so, if Emma is honest, which she doesn’t really want to be right now. “Who is he?”

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Out of the Frying Pan (30/?)

“He wouldn’t think that,” Ruby said softly, hand reaching out to rest on Emma’s knee, and Mary Margaret nodded enthusiastically.

“You don’t know that.”

“I absolutely do.”

“Emma,” Mary Margaret cut in, the look on her face nearly making Emma start to cry again. “It’s not too soon. And it’s not too scary. The way he looks at you…like you are everything to him. I think he loves you just as much as you love him.”

And she couldn’t argue, couldn’t come up with a single word or a single letter, just blinked quickly to try and push the tears back into her eyes and focused on the rush that shot through her whole body at the idea.

AN: Guuuuuuuys. Things. Have. Happened. Big things. Important things. Agh! I’m so psyched. I won’t ever be able to come up with enough adjectives to explain how much your response to this story means to me. It blows my mind. @laurnorder continues to fix all my words because she’s fantastic & @distant-rose makes beautiful aesthetics and listens to me complain about my job every day. They’re the best. 

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Changing Tides - Chapter 1

Princess/Pirate and Lieutenant Duckling

The heroes are scattered after the fall of the kingdom until David, by chance, finds a certain pirate.




Chapter 1 - The Gold Mine and the Huntsman

Emma lifts the tankard of ale and makes her way across the crowded tavern.  She glances around as she walks, nodding to a few of the regulars and eyeing their glasses to see if any of them are in need of a fresh drink.  Finding no one in immediate need, she sets the ale down in front of the officers and heads to the table in the back.

Perching herself on it, she looks at her old friend and asks, “So, are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?”

“What?  I can’t just drop in to say hello?”

“I’m not stupid, Graham,” she says with a roll of her eyes.  “Do you think I haven’t noticed how on edge everyone is lately?  How everyone seems to be in here so often?  Now, you show up after months of being away and I’m not supposed to be suspicious?”

“Lower your voice, Emma.  Even if there was something going on, and I’m not saying there is, you know we can’t talk about it here.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt (if you want): Emma and Regina have been together months and don't bother hide it. Everyone figured it out ages ago--except David, who thinks they're just super close gal pals.

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma smiles at Regina as she hands her the second spoon for the ice-cream. “Emma,” Regina says teasingly. 

Emma raises a brow, “Please like you won’t dig in.” 

“Don’t eat all of the chocolate side.”

“Don’t eat all of the strawberry,” Emma retorts before taking a swipe of the chocolate with her spoon. Regina pouts and Emma chuckles before holding the spoon out to her. Regina rolls her eyes but takes it and licks the ice-cream off.

“Hm…” Regina hums. Emma grins before getting up and moving to sit beside her. She wipes her thumb over the top of Regina’s lip before moving in to kiss her softly, “Hm…ice-cream and Regina.” 

Regina smiles, “Which is better?” 

“Uh…both together,” Emma says with a soft smile. Regina smiles back before taking another spoonful of the chocolate. 

“They’re such a cute couple,” Ruby says watching the two women, “Though I swear sometimes they’re worse than you guys.” 

“I know,” Snow says, “At least they’re happy.” 

“What are you talking about?” David asks. 

“What?” Snow asks. 

“Emma and Regina,” Ruby says. 

“You said couple.” 

“Yeah,” Snow says confused, “Because they’re a couple.” 

His eyes widen in shock, “They are?!” 

Ruby can’t help but laugh, “They’ve been dating for months! Haven’t you noticed they’ve been going out?” 

“I thought they were just really good friends.” 

“David, I go out with my friends but I don’t look at them the way those two look at each other,” Snow explains, “Did you really not know?” 

“Well she never said anything.” 

“Do they have to?” Ruby asks, “They’re not subtle.” 

“Did you not notice how much happier Emma’s been?” Snow asks.

“I did,” he replies. 

“Yeah it’s because she’s shacked up with Regina,” Ruby points out. 

“I thought she moved in for Henry,” David says still trying to get his head around it. 

Snow laughs, “I love you but sometimes you are so dense. Just look at them Charming.” 

He turns and sees his daughter and Regina cuddled up in a booth. He notices the look in their eyes and the way Regina leans into Emma. He turns back around, “Have they been like that the whole time?” 

“Yep,” Ruby replies, “And I imagine they always will be.”