The Very Witching Time (3 /4)

Witching Wednesday is here and I am SO EXCITED to share this chapter!!

But first, THANK YOU to everyone reading and especially those of you who’ve shared stories of your dogs and how dog!Killian reminds you of them. I’m beyond thrilled to hear that! Please give me ALL THE DOG STORIES. 

In this chapter we have Samhain traditions and Emma and Killian’s bond, Cora’s plan coming to fruition, a WITCH FIGHT, some pretty epic magic, and Killian being a very good dog indeed. 

(there is also some graphic-ish violence, so be prepared…)

The brilliant art is by @gingerchangeling and the wonderful event is managed by @cssns. And I am kept sane by @thisonesatellite who is the best ever and SHE KNOWS WHY 💕💕💕

SUMMARY: Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian.  

RATING: M, mostly for future violence

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CHAPTER 3: 

Those sweltering days that in the midst of summer seem endless eventually drifted, as they always do, into autumn, shortening and cooling to a delicious crispness until Emma with a happy sigh unpacked her sweaters from their cedar chest and aired them in the garden. As the weeks tipped into months she and Killian fell into a comfortable routine of days spent in the shop and evenings in the garden or before the wide stone fireplace in the living room, curled up on the sofa with his head in her lap as she read a book or watched a movie, absently stroking his silky ears. He slept beside her each night, his head resting on her hip and his paw draped over her waist, a pose that she found oddly protective, but though she rolled her eyes and told him she was perfectly safe in her own bedroom even if he slept at the foot of the bed, she secretly loved the warmth of him and his soft breathing at her back and the gentle way he licked her chin to wake her up whenever she was tempted to oversleep. 

“All right, all right, I’m awake,” she groused one late October morning, wiping her chin and pushing Killian away. He sat back on his haunches and watched her with a bright, expectant smile. 

“Is this because I promised you pancakes today?”

“Aye!” 

“Crazy dog,” she said fondly, scratching his ears and dropping a kiss on the impossibly soft spot on his forehead just between his eyes. “All right, let’s go.” 

“Aye!” he barked, leaping off the bed and racing down the stairs as she grabbed a cardigan to throw over her flannel pajama pants and tank top, shivering in delight at the chill in the morning air. She loved October. 

Already Emma’s witchy-senses, as she called them, had sharpened in anticipation of Samhain and the Hunter’s Moon, set to coincide that year for the first time in more than three centuries. Magic shimmered in the air, carried on the brisk autumn breezes and rustling through the leaves that blazed brightly in shades of gold and burgundy, umber and terracotta, and a yellow like distilled sunshine. The sky that morning was blindingly blue, reminding Emma of Killian’s eyes, with soft wisps of white cloud and a vee of Canada geese soaring south on the crisp winds. Emma opened her door and breathed deeply, inhaling the air and the magic, until Killian’s whimpers grew too impatient to ignore. She turned to look at him, sitting under the table with an expression between a scowl and a pout. 

A scout. A powl?

Autumn made her whimsical, Emma reflected. 

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Betting on the Bullseye (29/30)

Emma Swan loses a drunken bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush - if you can call him that - to be her date to her office’s annual fundraising gala for Boston’s Children Shelter. Killian Jones is that celebrity. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost all because of the ridiculousness of the situation. What she doesn’t expect is for him to say yes.

What she truly doesn’t expect is to actually like the man.

Rating: Mature

A/N: So here we are! It’s the last official chapter, and while I would absolutely love to get to write this story forever, that’s simply not possible. But don’t fret! There’s still an epilogue and then a bonus chapter based off of a prompt that someone gave me. I can’t believe this little one shot turned into this big story that may very well be my own personal favorite. Thanks for being awesome and reading, you guys💛

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Killian: My family is all here and currently examining every square foot of the place.

Emma: I know you’re not complaining when this is all you’ve talked about all week.

Killian: I love them, but Anna is seriously asking me about the thread count on our sheets.

Emma: That’s important.

Killian: I’m going to leave you with them if you don’t start sympathizing with me.

Emma: Oh no! You’re going to leave me with two people who I talk to every day and your brother! However will I survive?

Killian: Kris and Aiden are also part of the package.

Emma: I like them too.

“Are you flirting with your boyfriend, Ems?”

“Holy shit,” she yelps, jumping in her chair while her heart takes off like a rocket. She’s got to start closing her office door or put a lock on it or something. Or Ruby needs to learn how to knock. Or stay in her office. This is becoming a perpetual issue. “Rubes, why do you insist on doing this to me?”

She shrugs, the picture of nonchalance, and then steps further inside, grabs some skittles out of the bowl on her desk, and then plops down in her extra chair.

“Because your face is so pretty when you’re scared.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I’m your idiot, though.” She pops a handful of candy in her mouth, the red and green disappearing while she quickly chews. “Are you coming down to the warehouse to help put the care packages together this afternoon?”

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It’s just...so perfect! @let-it-raines , you are an amahzballs writer and THANK YOU for this wonderful fic!

YOU ONLY KEEP ONE BULL 

(Originally published in Comics For Choice)

And the rest, my darlings, are meat.

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Note: For @winterbaby89​ and anyone who is about to take a long trip, these are some of my favorite fics of all time and I highly recommend giving them a read while traveling. I have read and re-read this fics multiple times on multiple occasions while I’m on flights. (Fun fact, I fly an average of 6 flights a year.) Anyway, please note that this list contains a few series that are ongoing but the initial story is finished. they are in no particular order but all of these fics (excluding my own) are literally downloaded on my phone for offline reading because they’re that good and more importantly they are amazing stories with great endings.

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Betting on the Bullseye (27/30)

Emma Swan loses a drunken bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush - if you can call him that - to be her date to her office’s annual fundraising gala for Boston’s Children Shelter. Killian Jones is that celebrity. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost all because of the ridiculousness of the situation. What she doesn’t expect is for him to say yes.

What she truly doesn’t expect is to actually like the man.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I say nothing except this one is for @resident-of-storybrooke before she leaves on her trip 😘

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“Ruby is going to be here in thirty minutes,” she mumbles into Killian’s back, burrowing her face further into his sweater. It’s absurdly soft, and she wonders if he’ll ever take it back if she steals it. She’d probably have to keep it hidden away somewhere other than the closet, though. It was much easier to steal things when they didn’t live in the same place. “We have to get out of bed.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Babe, I have to be there early. You’re my date, so you have to be there early with me.”

“If I break up with you for the night, can I come later?”

“No. Then you’d have to buy me food to nourish my broken heart and still show up.”

She feels Killian’s groan more than she hears it, the sounds muffled by the sheets and pillows he’s got his face buried in. It’s three in the afternoon, far past time for them to be lounging in bed, but honestly, they’ve been exceptionally lazy today and have been sleeping on and off all day. It’s Saturday, so they can totally do it. And if it were any other Saturday, she’d be fine with them not moving or turning the lights on (Killian is usually a little more active), but they’ve got to go to this damn charity gala.

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“Manon began screaming then. Screaming, endless and wordless, as that thing in her chest, as her heart, shattered. As Asterin landed in the witch tower’s open archway, swords swinging at the witches who rushed to kill her. They might as well have been blades of grass. Might as well have been mist, for how easily Asterin cut them down, one after another, driving forward, toward the Matron who had branded the letters on stark display across Asterin’s abdomen. UNCLEAN Twirling, twisting, blades flying, Asterin slaughtered her way toward Manon’s grandmother. The High Witch of the Blackbeak Clan backed away, shaking her head. Her mouth moved, as if she breathed, “Asterin, no—” But Asterin was already there. And it was not darkness, but light—light, bright and pure as the sun on snow, that erupted from Asterin. Light, as Asterin made the Yielding.

As the Thirteen, their broken bodies scattered around the tower in a near-circle, made the Yielding as well. Light. They all burned with it. Radiated it. Light that flowed from their souls, their fierce hearts as they gave themselves over to that power. Became incandescent with it. Asterin tackled the Blackbeak Matron to the ground, Manon’s grandmother little more than a shadow against the brightness. Then little more than a scrap of hate and memory as Asterin exploded. As she and the Thirteen Yielded completely, and blew themselves and the witch tower to smithereens.”

-Kingdom of Ash

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So, so true.

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Betting on the Bullseye (19/?)

Summary: Emma Swan loses a bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush to be her date to her office’s annual fundraising gala. Killian Jones is that celebrity crush. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost. What she doesn’t expect is for him to say yes.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Sometimes I look at the summary of this story and am just kind of like…that is not at all what this story is about anymore. But hey, it’s what the original prompt was about, so it works! Anyways, happy Tuesday! I hope you all have a great week!

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“What’s the weather going to be like today?”

“Look it up on your phone.”

“I am shaving my legs right now. Don’t exactly have access to my phone.”

She keeps running her razor over her calf, trying to make sure she’s not going to end up with a nasty cut that’ll just get irritated by the salt water, when Killian pops his head in the shower, a giant smile covering his entire face while his eyes trace up and down her body. It makes a quick shiver run down her spine until she remembers that she’s still got to shave her entire left leg. He is not stopping her from getting this done.

“What are you doing?”

“Choosing to look at you while I’m talking instead of yelling over the spray of the water.” “I think you are just choosing to look at me because I’m naked.”

He winks, running his tongue over his bottom lip in what has to be the most exaggerated motion she’s ever seen. “Exactly.”

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Nnnooooo noooo noooo! Ok. It’s going to be ok. Right?!

So Far And Out Of Sight (4/5)

summary: A post 3x20 canon divergence: Zelena’s portal never opens, and so Emma never has the revelation about missing her parents and Storybrooke being her home. She takes Henry back to New York, just like she’s planned, determined to go back to their life during the missing year. But with her blissful ignorance gone and Henry being less than cooperative, it’s not as easy as she thought. And then someone comes knocking at her door, determined to make it even less easy…

music reference: Home Again by Carole King

rating: T and GH for going home

word count: ~9k for the long way home

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A/N: I hope this makes up for the angsty end of chapter 3… here’s the reunion/reconciliation without further unnecessary delay.

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Chapter 4

I won’t be happy till I see you alone again Till I’m home again and feeling right

Emma’s mind is racing as she stares at the key in her hand, the key Killian left on the coffee table near the couch he used to sleep on. Where he deposited it before he stuffed all his belongings in his kitbag and walked out of her apartment. Out of her life? Just when she was about to tell him that she was ready to go home?

Then a thought hits her, and she calls for Henry, panic obvious in her voice.

Almost immediately, the door to his room is thrown open, and he bursts out, startled. “Mom! What’s wrong?”

“Did you talk to Killian?” she asks in an urging tone. “He must have been here not long ago!”

But Henry shakes his head. “No, I didn’t see him. I heard the door, but I thought it was you.” He frowns. “What happened?”

She licks her lips and swallows, her mouth is so dry. “We… we had a fight. I said something… hurtful, and God, it’s not even true.” She runs her hand through her hair in an almost desperate gesture.

“You had a fight?” Henry echoes in an alarmed voice. “About me?”

“What?” Emma’s eyes widen. “No, not about you,” she assures. “About… about everything.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

The guilt pierces her heart. “Henry, it’s not your fault!” she clarifies firmly. “It’s mine.”

“No, I mean…” –he looks a little sheepish, “I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time. I… I know you think you’re doing what’s best for me.”

Emma sighs and takes a step nearer, daring to put a hand on his shoulder, endlessly relieved when he doesn’t shake it off. “Actually, no,” she finally admits and shrugs. “I… I’m just scared.”

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Indirect Deposit (3/3)

Summary: It’s the oldest story in the world, isn’t it? Falling in love with your neighbor. Killian’s sure that he’s seen hundreds of books and television shows starting off that way, and he’s always thought them all to be entirely unrealistic. That is until he started getting to know Emma Swan, who just so happens to live across the hall from him, and he has absolutely fallen for her in a way that he hasn’t fallen for anyone in a long time. 

It’s the oldest story in the world…until it isn’t. Because it’s not just Emma he’s fallen in love with. It’s her unborn child too, and while everyone he knows thinks he’s crazy for falling in love with a pregnant woman, he knows that he’s not. Some things in life are worth taking the risk. 

Some people are worth loving. And some things about life may surprise you.

Rating: Teen

A/N: So I hear you guys are anxious for that cliffhanger to be resolved. Well, here you go! Thank you to @csmarchmadness for being an awesome event that has inspired a lot of writers and encouraged me to actually write this when it was sitting as a 1,000 word story for forever. And, of course, thanks to @wellhellotragic for letting me have her brain child and for talking through ideas and sending me badly photoshopped pictures of babies. I didn’t die of sickness before posting, so I guess you can’t give away the fake ending. 

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“Do you think you’re Sawyer’s father?”

He drops the pair of socks he was folding at the sound of Emma’s voice behind him. She’s frantic, her voice strained and full of emotion, and he can’t move. He simply can’t. Emotion is lodged in his throat only to be pushed out or pushed down by shock. He really doesn’t know because Emma just asked him the one question he hoped that she would never asked him.

She also asked the one question he always hoped that she would.

But now that the words are out, that she’s said them, he can’t deny his thoughts. He can’t deny how he feels. He’s thought he was crazy for nine months. Nine entire months of thinking that luck or God or just something  had blessed him with this crazy coincidence of Emma choosing him even before she chose him, even before she knew him. He knows that Sawyer is his daughter. He does. He knows that the darkness of her hair and the blue of her eyes comes from him. He knows that she has his nose and his dimples. He knows that when he looks at her, just like when he looks at Emma, all he feels his love. He loves them both so damn much, and it wouldn’t matter if he thought Sawyer was his or not. He’d love them both all the same.

It’s one of the reasons besides his fear of Emma’s reaction and his inability to find the words that he’s never said anything. He’s fine living like this. He’s fine getting to spend time with both of his loves. Yeah, sometimes he wishes that Emma knew so that maybe he could take on a bigger role, so that maybe one day Sawyer would call him dad, but he’s never wanted to take anything away from Emma. Being a single mother has been such a big thing for her. This is her child, and just because he thinks all of this, just because he might actually be biologically related to Sawyer, it doesn’t mean that he has any right to her. He donated sperm for money years ago. He didn’t actively plan and try for a child with Emma. He has had no part of it. It was all Emma. He knows that Emma’s comfortable raising Sawyer on her own now, even though she allows him to help, and he knows that she has walls and issues that she’s allowed him to gradually take down like she’s done with him. Telling her that he thinks he’s actually the father to her child, well, he knows that it would fuck absolutely everything up.

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Amazing chapter and fic overall! @let-it-raines kills it (and me) with the lovely angst, humor and character development with each step of this story!

Indirect Deposit (2/3)

Summary: It’s the oldest story in the world, isn’t it? Falling in love with your neighbor. Killian’s sure that he’s seen hundreds of books and television shows starting off that way, and he’s always thought them all to be entirely unrealistic. That is until he started getting to know Emma Swan, who just so happens to live across the hall from him, and he has absolutely fallen for her in a way that he hasn’t fallen for anyone in a long time. 

It’s the oldest story in the world…until it isn’t. Because it’s not just Emma he’s fallen in love with. It’s her unborn child too, and while everyone he knows thinks he’s crazy for falling in love with a pregnant woman, he knows that he’s not. Some things in life are worth taking the risk. 

Some people are worth loving. And some things about life may surprise you.

A/N: Technically my next posting date for @csmarchmadness isn’t until next week, but since the entire story is now finished, I figured you guys wouldn’t mind getting part two now. The response to part one was kind of insane, and I hope you guys like this one as well! As always, shout out to @wellhellotragic for coming up with this fantastic idea, letting me write it, and for being an all around good person :D

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“Hey, Anna,” she greets as she walks into the office, Sawyer strapped to her chest and a diaper bag thrown over her shoulder.

“Hi,” she squeals, getting up from behind her desk and practically rushing over to Emma so that she instinctively cups the back of Sawyer’s head out of some sort of sense of protection. “What are you doing here, lady? You’re not supposed to come back for another two weeks, but you’ve brought your baby so I’ll give you a pass.”

“She’s sleeping,” she whispers, hating to disappoint Anna. Sometimes Anna can be a bit much, but Emma really does like some of the people in her office most of the time. The only one she really talks to outside of work is Ruby, but she kind of likes it that way. She’s never been one to need a lot of friends at all times, wanting to be alone in the evenings, but being away from all of them has made her miss her coworkers a bit. It might mean that she’s going crazy or is overly tired or something, but she’s missed them. She’s just not here to actually see them. “I’m sure she’ll be up before I leave, so you can see her then, okay? I’m sorry.”

“Oh it’s fine, hon,” Anna promises, reaching up and squeezing her shoulder. “How are you feeling? Why are you here?”

“I’m feeling good. Still a little sore but good. And tired. But I’m getting used to things.” She smiles, running her hand up and down the back of Sawyer’s head to adjust her headband. “And I wanted to pick up some case files to prepare myself before coming back. I didn’t want to be overwhelmed.”

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Aaahhhhh! Holy moly, it’s so good and I’m going to die waiting for the next chapter!!!!!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Yaaaaayyyyyy!

All Flowers Keep the Light (1/6)

France, 1967. After a hurried wedding due to the birth of her son, Emma and her new husband, Neal Cassidy, move to the quiet French countryside for a fresh start. With Neal working late at the psychiatric hospital next door, it is left to Emma to find her own way to settle in to her new life. Desperate to find a way to pass the time, and to find meaning in her life outside of being a mother, Emma takes it upon herself to revive the facility’s neglected greenhouse. But when a handsome blued eyed patient offers to help her look after the plants, everything in Emma’s world changes.

Rated: M for mature themes, brief violence, and smut (not that bad, but I cover my bases)

A/N: Setting inspired by the book “Let Me Tell You About a Man I Knew” by Susan Fletcher, though this fic shares little to no resemblance to it plot wise. Beta’d by the phenomenal @wellhellotragic, who patiently watches me disregard word count caps and is objective when I can’t be. Updates on Mondays!  

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It had taken several days of sorting through boxes to find the small french press that she had packed away at the last minute weeks ago. It had nearly been left behind, it’s presence in the cramped kitchen as inherent as the yellowed cupboard doors or the leaky faucet that Emma had become accustomed to over the years. Neal had insisted on leaving it behind, arguing that they wouldn’t have need of such an old relic at their new cottage, but Emma had insisted. If she was having to leave everything she had ever known to move into the middle of the French countryside, she was going to have her favourite coffee press with her. No compromises. An eye roll and a muttered complaint later, and the machine had been packed away at the top of the nearest box.  

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This story is inspired by my favourite artist, Vincent van Gogh, whose birthday is coming up later this month. I may be posting some of the art that inspired this story in a run up to his birthday on March 30th. 

For you, Vincent <3 

Ohhhhh! So excited this popped up on my dash! Time for a re-read of this fantastic fic!!!

Wages still haven’t kept up with the increases.

#truth

Figure It Out Chapter 37

Summary: A lot can change in 3 years. Careers can rise and fall. Friends come and go. And relationships begin and end.

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The credit for the wonderful artwork for this story goes to the even more wonderful @hollyethecurious

Special thanks go to @resident-of-storybrooke for helping to reassure me about this chapter. Love you, Lady.

“Killian? Wha… what are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he told her, pushing his way into the apartment before she could say anything else.  

“Did my flight across the country not send the message that I wasn’t in the mood for talking loud enough?” Emma snapped back at him, as she slammed the door shut and turned to face her friend. She knew that if she had any chance of making it through whatever it was that he wanted to say, then she needed to cling to the small thread of anger that was pulsing away between the fear and worries threatening to shatter her heart.

“You didn’t give me a chance to say anything before you jumped on that flight,” he reminded her.

“That’s because you didn’t say anything.”  

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Yes! Finally! Amazing chapter. Amazing story!