Born in Pain (15/20?)

“So let me get this straight, you think that my son is the long lost baby you gave up because they have the same birthday and you to quote ‘just know’? Miss Swan, I’m sorry but this sounds incredibly far-fetched,” Regina said as she, Emma, and Killian sat in her study.

“Believe me I know, but I just I know it in my bones that Henry is the same baby that I gave up all those years ago,” Emma said.

“Exactly you gave him up, so you do not get to waltz into our lives and expect to be his mother. I am his mother Miss Swan,” Regina glared at her.

“Regina that’s not what she’s asking,” Killian squeezed Emma’s hand comfortingly.

“I just want a chance to meet him, just so he knows who I am. And if all goes well I would like to get to know him.”

“Well that’s all good and noble but you are forgetting one thing, Miss Swan,” Regina cleared her throat, “You have no proof that my Henry is your son, now I’m very moved by your story but as his mother I cannot trust the safety of my son in a complete stranger with a sad story.”

“You saw me,” Emma said tears forming in her eyes, “That day that you picked him up, you saw me running after your car. You were in a black car and he was wrapped in a yellow blanket and I know that you saw me.”

Regina looked stunned, her mouth hanging open slightly. “That was you?”

“Yes.”

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Uninterrupted (1/1)

Emma flipped the (slightly overdone) pancakes onto a plate, hoping to surprise Killian with breakfast in bed after a long night of celebratory engagement sex. Her surprise was ruined when she felt him press himself against her back, his breath hot on her neck and sending shivers down her spine.

“Something smells delicious,” he whispered, his lips gently brushing against the shell of her ear.

“It’s just from a box,” she smiled and bit her lip, she could feel his erection pressing up against her backside. She would have been surprised at his stamina had she not already experienced a long night of near marathon love making and fucking the night before.

“I’m not talking about the pancakes,” he growled before she turned and properly kissed him. Her hand rested itself on his cheek and the other pulled him even closer. Hungry moans escaped her lips as she came up for air before being swallowed again by Killian’s lips. And it struck her just then how domestic the whole scene was and just how happy it made her.

She pulled back and looked up at him, her fiance who had crossed realms to find her just as she did for him, who loved her with every inch of his soul, body, and mind, and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hands up his chest. It was real, he was real and they were getting married, something she had never thought she would do.

“What?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’m just… happy,” she shrugged. “Sometimes it still surprises me.”

“Aye love. Me too,” he said before leaning down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers threading themselves through the hair at the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close so Emma could feel every inch of his body through her thick robe.

“To hell with pancakes,” she moaned against his lips, walking them back until Killian hit the kitchen table. Emma wasn’t concerned about making it to the bedroom and it didn’t seem like he was either as he palmed at her ass and ground against her.

“Swan is this my robe you’re wearing?” he asked, his hand now toying with the tie at her waist.

“Yes,” she smiled and cocked her eyebrow at him.

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Whom The Gods Favor (1/?)

I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys. 

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Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.

She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.

When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.  

“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.

“How did you–?”

“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”

“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.

“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.

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Sparkling by @belovedcreation​

A Princess with the nose of a pig, a pirate pretending to be a prince, a story that will dazzle and delight

This story has a special place in my heart because a) it’s amazing and b) it introduced me to one of my favorite people in the fandom. Happy Birthday Heather! 

What is love? (baby don’t hurt me): An Emma Swan Meta

Apologies for the silly title but I just couldn’t help myself. This is also heavy CS FYI. 

I have been thinking on and off about the True Love’s test in Firebird and how it so starkly highlighted something about Emma Swan that breaks my heart. In the almost five seasons leading up to that moment Emma Swan went from a lonely, lost girl to the Savior with a son, parents, and pirate all of whom love and are loved by her and yet because of her past she still struggles with identifying and trusting that love. 

Starting with her parent’s initial abandonment Emma’s past is a series of people who let her down, the Swans, Ingrid, Lily, Neal, all of them said they loved and cared about her and all of them ultimately turned out to be liars. How is Emma supposed to know what real, honest, love is like when this has been her life experience? 

In the Pilot Emma straight out asks Regina if she loves Henry. To some that’s a ridiculous question but to Emma it’s legitimate because of the number of times she had been betrayed by those who claimed to love her. She doesn’t trust Regina’s love and that’s part of the reason she stays in Storybrooke. And the beauty of S1 is how Emma “I do better on my own” Swan finds love, true love, with her son. And I believe that it is the first time in her life she has been able to really love someone without fear of them rejecting her or lying to her. 

This fear is something even her parents have to overcome as Emma spends a lot of S2 learning how to let her parents in and learning what it means to be loved unconditionally. 

Source @onceland​

This is Emma coming to the realization that her mother and father really did love her and it’s heartbreaking to watch because, as she says in the scene, she spent her whole life being angry at her parents and not understanding how they could let her grow up alone. Even after the curse breaks Emma is left with this anger and uncertainty regarding her parents and it’s only with time that she lets that love become a part of her life. 

Around this time she meets a certain pirate who is able to see her abandonment issues and the look of the lost boys in her eyes and he knows that “love has been all to rare” in her life. He asks her if she has ever been in love and she answers in the negative. 

Source @onceland

Later on the top of the beanstalk she retracts the statement–maybe she was in love once. 

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CS Oneshot: The Bookstore Pirate

Day 2 of Ficmas prompted by @kat2609​ you are a fantastic friend and cheerleader MFAMB!

It’s Emma’s first Christmas with Henry and she is desperate to find him the perfect gift. Which is how she ends up in a pirate themed bookstore talking to a complete stranger about the stress of gift giving. Captain Swan Modern AU that’s kind of like a non-cursed AU. One-shot.

Other Ficmas Stories: Day 1

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Emma wasn’t exactly panicked, she still had a month before Christmas, but she was worried about getting the right gift for Henry. So far nothing had felt right as she scoured the internet and the local Storybrooke stores. Probably because subconsciously she was trying to pack ten years worth of gift giving into one day.

Ruby had suggested she try The Pirate’s Cove Bookstore because the owner had the reputation for picking the perfect book just by looking at a person. And although Emma thought that unlikely she had still made time on her lunch break to check the place out. Located on a side street and tucked between a furniture store and a dance studio it’s small display window was filled by a model pirate ship with books cleverly showcased on it’s decks. Emma appreciated the commitment to the theme.

She pushed open the dark mahogany door only to practically run into somebody. She pulled up short of knocking into him. Because it was a him, a him dressed in tight dark jeans, a button-up shirt (that wasn’t entirely buttoned up), and a black leather vest. His hair was dark and his handsome face covered in facial hair that wasn’t quite a beard but more than a five o’clock shadow. Despite his smirk, or maybe because of it. Emma felt like he was trouble

“Sorry.” She mumbled and moved to let him pass by her.

“No worries, love. Can I help you?” Emma gave him a confused look and his smile grew causing her to wonder if she saw a small dimple. “I work here. So can I help you find something,” he clarified as he gestured to the store with what Emma was surprised to notice was not a hand but a silver hook–now that was commitment to a theme.  

“Oh. Right.” Emma gave her head a little shake stopping herself from thinking of dimples, and hooks, and unbuttoned shirts. She had to find something for Henry and it didn’t look like the owner was in. She glanced around at the store. “I’m just looking.”

“Alright. I’ll just be at the register if you need anything.” He gave her another smile and then walked away.

Emma felt relief that he wasn’t a pushy salesman and turned her attention from the strange clerk to the store itself. In keeping with the pirate theme the entire place was covered in dark wood paneling and decorated with various nautical touches. It was bigger than it appeared; the small entrance giving way to a spacious backroom. She wandered to the first shelf and frowned at the hand-lettered sign above it.

For A Rainy Day

The shelf was full of books of all sizes and genres; she shook her head and moved to the next one.

Fascinating People

This shelf included the expected biographies but also nonfiction books like Emma by Jane Austen and Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. Emma checked her watch she didn’t have time to wander the entire store hoping for a shelf labeled “books for ten year-old boys who you gave up for adoption and really want to impress”. And even if there were she was pretty sure she would pick the wrong book. She needed the savant owner to just pick a book for her and take the burden of the decision away. She looked over at the clerk. He was leaning on the register appearing to be engrossed in a slim copy of “Captain’s Courageous”.

“Excuse me.” He pulled the book down so fast Emma was sure he had been watching and waiting for her to ask for help. “Do you know when the owner will be around?”

His eyebrow ticked up and he gave a little half bow. “Killian Jones, bookstore pirate, at your service, lass.”

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CS Oneshot: The Naughty List

Ficmas is finally here! 12 days, 12 fics about the holiday season. This short one shot was prompted by @msstarlight and is thus dedicated and gifted to her. I hope you had a lovely holiday and a happy new year! 

Captain Swan + “You are going straight on the naughty list”

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Emma loved her family, she really did, and the Christmas morning celebration had been great, as had the large Christmas dinner but it was nice to return to her home with Killian and just be alone with him. Lately, with holiday parties. extra sheriff duties, and time with Henry, they hadn’t enjoyed an evening together in almost three weeks. And so Emma wasn’t exactly surprised when that after she made sure Henry had made it to Regina’s okay that Killian wasted no time pulling her into a deep kiss–the kind of kiss that can only end with both of them in bed and naked. But first they stumbled into the table and then the wall where Killian pressed against her as he kissed along her jaw.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” Emma murmured.

“Hmmm.” He mumbled into her skin but continued to kiss down her neck.

She grinned understanding his need to touch and feel but still wanting to make it to their bed before they got too far.

“Killian, seriously.” She pushed lightly on his shoulder. He growled and bit down at the juncture between her neck and collarbone. Emma gave a little moan. He knew just how to take her apart.

“Oh you are going straight on the naught list.” She murmured breathlessly as he licked at her tender flesh.

He moved his mouth to her ear. “The naughty list?” he said in a gravely whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “Is that some more of your delightful role-play, love?”

Emma was assaulted by the image of her mother and father dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus from the town party and stifled a giggle. “No. Just, no.”

Killian pulled back so she could see him waggle his eyebrows. “So why bring it up, Swan?”

She smiled teasingly. “It’s just something people say at Christmas.”  Before he could ask another question Emma pulled him back into a kiss. Trying to work them both back up before the image of her parents had killed the mood. When his hand began to explore under her shirt Emma used her magic to whisk them to their bedroom.

“Love when you are eager.” Killian murmured against her lips. Emma didn’t bother to point out that she was always eager; Killian already knew that. She pulled him toward the bed by his belt and he licked his lips.

“Oh, yes.” he whispered.

She started working on the buttons of his vest, the most enjoyable unwrapping she had done all day, and it was soon sliding to the floor.

When she started on his shirt he spoke.

“But what exactly is the naughty list?”

She rolled her eyes. “Killian, do you want to ask questions or do you want me to finish undressing you?”

“Can’t we do both?” He gave her a pout. It was the kind of face that a grown man who used to be a murderous pirate shouldn’t have been allowed to make. Emma knew Killian and she knew that he would keep thinking about this until he understood it. That was the way with him and new or strange things, he had a need to examine and understand them completely. She could distract him with sex but once they were done he would return to his questions and by then she would be exhausted and wanting to sleep. She sighed and sat on the bed and he followed her.

“It’s something that Santa Claus does.”

“The fat man in red fur that visits children? The one your father dressed as?” Emma could literally feel the mood being killed by the image.

“Yeah. That Santa.”

“What does Santa have to do with being naughty? Henry said he just brings presents on Christmas.”

She nodded. “He does but the whole point of Santa Claus is kind of to scare kids into being good because they want him to bring them presents. So adults say that Santa has a list of all the kids in the world and good boys and girls go on the nice list while bad boys and girls go on the naughty list. Those who are on the naughty list get a lump of coal while those on the nice list get whatever present they asked for.”

“It seems a bit impractical way to keep track of who gets presents.”

Emma scoffed. “Yeah tell me about it. That’s how most kids figure out Santa isn’t real. That or the whole visit everyone in the world in one night in a flying sleigh thing.”

Killian hummed. “Actually, Henry and I worked out which magical objects and spells he could use to accomplish those feats.”

Emma’s heart flipped at the thought of Henry and Killian working out this problem over breakfast or at their booth in Granny’s while they waited for her to join them. She placed her hand on his cheek.

“I love you.”  

He smiled. “I love you too.” Everything paused as they stared at each other and grinned like idiots. Emma had always thought of saying “I love you” as making yourself vulnerable, of revealing your weakness, but every time she said it to Killian she felt stronger, bolder. They met in a sweet, slow kiss but before it could turn to more Killian pulled back brushing her cheek with his nose.

“Last question, love. Which list were you on as a child?” He was teasing but Emma felt her stomach sink as a wave of pain over a decade old bubbled up inside her. Killian must have sensed her change of mood because he pulled back, his eyes full of concern. “Emma?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just. As a foster kid no matter how good I was, no matter how hard I tried to be good I always felt like Santa put me on the naughty list. I actually had one family that said that the reason I didn’t get anything was because I was such a bad kid.” And though she was an adult, with a loving boyfriend, parents and an amazing kid Emma felt a wave of worthlessness, of not ever being enough, no matter how hard she tried.

Only one tear escaped before Killian was kissing her. And it wasn’t soft, it was needy and desperate as if he could push away her demons with the fierceness of his love. She kissed him back letting herself be loved and to remember that her days of lonely Christmases were over.

Charlie - One Shot (Future Canon) (Daddy!Hook)

Merry Christmas, @clockadile! It has been wonderful getting to know you these last several weeks! I was able to get a fic written for you after all! It may not be exactly what you asked for, but it is what came out!

Prompt: They find a lost girl on one of their adventures and decide to adopt her. An older girl who if found in the system might have been considered too old to adopt by most.

Summary: Killian has faced many things in his life, but he would never be prepared for this.

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Charlie

Killian’s shoulder pressed against the door jam as he peered into the bedroom with a smile on his lips. Her back was facing him, her long chestnut hair tied into one of those complicated braids Emma had shown her. Placing her hands on her hips, she shifted her weight from foot to foot while staring into her open closet.

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Learning to Love (Again) - Ch. 12 (CS Modern AU FF)

Summary: In the wake of his crumbling marriage, Killian Jones turns to his best friend Emma Swan for help. Even though Emma had just ended a two year long relationship she is more than happy to welcome Killian and Nate, his eleven month old son, into her home. What neither of them expect is to learn how to love again through each other.

A/N: So so sorry for the long wait on this one! I am graduating in May with my second Master’s degree and school is pretty intense right now. I wish I could promise that you all won’t have to wait long for the next chapter, but I am having surgery on my shoulder this Friday and I am unsure how that will affect my ability to type. Hopefully I can get another chapter started this week, but I also have my CSSS fic to write before Friday so we will see.

Thank you all for the patience you have with me. I truly appreciate it. Also, for anyone who nominated this fic at the CS Fanfic Awards on tumblr, I wanted to thank you too! Lastly anyone who favorites, follows, or reviews… you are all AMAZING and give me a reason to write.

Huge hugs to @the-lady-of-misthaven and @o-u-a-timer for your beta duties! You both are amazing!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own OUAT and/or its characters.

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Chapter 12

Leaning back to rest against the bar in the living room, Killian couldn’t keep a grin from forming on his lips. Bloody hell, he couldn’t believe that this day, this very extraordinary day, had finally arrived. His eyes scanned the room, the lightness in his heart only expanding at the sight of all of his friends and family, and he shook his head softly in awe.

All of these people, all of these decorations - every pirate themed party favor he and Emma could find at the party supply store to be exact-, all of the food, everything, were here for one very special reason.

Nate.

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Like Ships In The Night (you keep passing me by) (5/?)

Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. It should have been a one-time thing but fate had other plans and they just keep meeting. Originally a one-shot birthday fic for @spartanguard but now a full on multichapter  Extra thanks to @phiralovesloki for being a stellar and fast beta!

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The woods were darker than Emma had expected. Clouds obscured the moon and stars and the trees were little more than shadows against the black. It was the kind of night that called for curling up by a fire, not tromping through the forest looking for an escaped pirate.

There was a pull on her wrist from the black fabric wrapped around it. Emma adjusted her direction, trusting the locator magic to lead her through the darkness. She fingered the rough cotton in the dark. The scarf Hook had used to keep her from calling Elsa’s guards hadn’t been a bad idea but with a locator potion added, it had become Emma’s personal pirate finder. Her father and his knights had clattered off toward the port assuming, as Emma had, that the pirate would commandeer a ship. By the time she had poured out the potion, it was too late to tell them that Captain Hook had fled to the forest and not the sea. Determined not to let him get too far away, Emma had set off at a gallop on a horse only to abandon it when the scarf pulled her into the deep woods.

She didn’t know where Hook was going, only that, once again, he had betrayed her. This time she was going to throw him in the dungeon where he belonged, where her father had wanted him to be from the beginning. Her mistake had been to think that she understood him, that because they had both been hurt by love they were similar. She had thought that his encounter with the Dark One had changed him, made him recognize the futility of his vengeance, made him want to be a part of something. She thought she had sensed it that night in her room and later in the council chamber, but she had been wrong. After Neal and Walsh, she should have known better, but the damn pirate had made her forget herself and forget the lesson she knew all too well–the only people she can trust is her family.

Suddenly the pull on her wrist stopped and Emma paused in confusion. Then she heard the crack of a twig from behind and on instinct, she ducked. The momentum of her attacker took him over her body and to the ground. In a flash, Emma was on top and sliding up to pin his biceps with her knees. She put her full weight forward and he hissed in pain. She grinned in triumph but the smile fell as a sharp pain pierced her thigh. She had forgotten about the hook.

“Ah! What the hell!” She rolled off and away, her right hand going to her thigh and her left pulling her dagger. She hadn’t expected an actual fight, hadn’t believed he would really hurt her despite his escape, but of course she had been wrong.

“Emma? Bloody hell, Emma! Are you hurt?” His shock and remorse made her loosen her hold on her dagger but not on her anger.

“You stabbed me with your hook! Of course I’m hurt,”

There was movement and suddenly he was beside her, his shadowed form becoming something recognizable close-up.

“Where?” Then his hand was on her knee and sliding upward as he probed for her wound. Heat flashed through her and she slapped his hand away. He drew back as if she had slapped his face.

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Born in Pain, Followed by Joy (14/20?)

“Oh my god,” Belle’s face went stark white so quickly that Ruby was scared that she was going to pass out. “We’ve been found out, we’re going to be thrown out,” Belle whispered, her voice thin and shrill.

“Belle calm down, we don’t know for sure what’s going to happen-” Ruby tried to sooth but she was just as scared as Belle was.

“Calm down? You’re telling me to calm down when we have been found out? We live in a convent for fuck’s sake Ruby, what we have is forbidden here. If word gets out to the community? We’ll be run out of town,” new tears pricked at Belle’s eyes. Ruby reached up to wipe the tears from Belle’s eyes but Belle recoiled from her touch.

“Belle…” Ruby whispered she could feel her heart breaking.

“Let’s face it, Ruby, ever since we have gotten together we’ve hit roadblock after roadblock. Is this all we can have together? Staying hidden and in the shadows constantly looking over our shoulders for fear that we might be found out?”

“Belle what are you saying?” Ruby asked, tears welling in her eyes.

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