Sheâs beyond angry, storming out of the diner and past Killian as he sits at one of the outdoor tables, a drink in his hand. He raises it to her as she passes, smiles and calls out jovially, âSwan! Donât make a man drink alone!â
She doesnât slow down, doesnât even look at him as he gets up to follow her, sensing her continued anger. âNot in the mood for a drink or a man,â she responds sharply. She can hear his footsteps follow her off the sidewalk.
âIâm sorry I didnât listen to you today, all right? I know you feel like youâve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. But at some point,â his hook snags on her arm and pulls her around towards him, âEven though weâre quite different, youâve got to trust me.â His eyes are beseeching and she feels her annoyance flare hard and fast.
âThatâs what you think this is about? That I donât trust you?â She shouts back. He has the decency to look a little ashamed before he covers it with a raised brow and set jaw.
âIs that not what itâs about?â
âOf course I trust you.â She wants to hit him heâs being so stupid. And all of a sudden all the fight leaves her as he looks at her sadly, completely lost. He doesnât understand, he doesnât get it.
âThen why do you keep pulling away from me?â His voice is just as desperate as she feels.
âBecause everyone Iâve ever been with is dead!â Itâs hard not to explain without the anger now, but she has to hold onto something other than the stinging at the corners of her eyes. âNeal and Graham. Even Walsh. I lost everyone. IâŠâ Her vision blurs just a little and she feels a hot tear slide down her cheek and settle at the edge of her mouth. âI canât lose you, too,â she finishes simply, staring into his eyes and willing him to understand the rest. She canât say it yet, she doesnât think sheâs brave enough, but she needs him to know somehow anyway.
Killianâs gaze softens as he looks at her, as her words sink in and his heart grows. Lost girl, always a lost girl. Heâs determined to make sure she never feels that way again.
âWell, love, you donât have to worry about me,â he responds with a comforting smile. âIf thereâs one thing Iâm good at, itâs surviving.â
Summary: Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not coworkers. Okay, they kind of are. Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not friends either. Okay, maybe they kind of are. Honestly, Emmaâs not sure whatâs up and whatâs down when it comes to Killian JonesâŠwell, thatâs also not true. She knows one thing thatâs up.
Rating: Mature (itâs cocktoberfest peeps)
A/N: Hey all! Hereâs part one of my contribution to @cscocktoberfest! I wrote this about a month ago before Iâd really gotten into a good rhythm (pun always intended with me) with my smut writing, but I hope that itâs still a good time. Iâm posting a bit early because I donât know when Iâll get a chance to later since I have a late night at work. So have a very pleasurable time reading.
âKillian, theyâre literally right in front of you.â
He seems shocked by that, only to look down and see that the
peas are, indeed, sitting in the serving dish right between the two of them on
David and Mary Margaretâs dining room table. Mary Margaret makes these damn
peas for every single one of these dinners, and Killian is the only person who
likes them. What Emma would give for another vegetable to be served at one of
these dinners. She doesnât even like vegetables, but sheâd learn to love them
for anything other than these goddamn peas.
She seems to be a little too passionate about the peas.
Summary: Confronted with the sudden appearance of her birth parents, Emma, in a moment of panic, runs. She flees the diner, Storybrooke, the country. She finds herself a day later in the Dublin, Ireland Airport terminal wondering what the hell she has gotten herself into. With some fear, a little determination and a considerable amount of faking it along the way, she sets off on a trip she never planned on taking but needed more than she ever knew. She finds herself, she finds a Brit adrift on his own journey and finds out what home really means.
Rated: M (Sexual content in later chapters & some Irish whiskey along the way).
AN: I am just??!! a ball of emotions after all your kind words and love for chapter 1. Thank you for making this such a wonderful experience. I hope you continue to enjoy Emmaâs trip and who she meets along the way.
Always, always thanks to @shippingtheswann for the cheering and beta work (I really hope you are reading her story too!), @imagnifika for the gorgeous art, I canât wait for you to see what she has next and @halobxist & @meanderingcaptainswanmusings for everything xo. And all the high fives to all the other CSBB artists and authors! Iâm blown away, I hope everyone is enjoying everyones hard work.Â
And now at a small hostel in IrelandâŠÂ
Chapter 2
Emma lifts her face towards the ink black sky, the misty rain, refreshing against her whiskey pink cheeks. She winds her way up the small walk, the Bushmills slipping through her veins like melted caramel. The drink keeps her warm and her movements unhurried. A blissful smile still graces her face, thanks to the earlier kindness of strangers who crowded around her little table at the pub, offering their company and shared drinks. Four days removed from her near meltdown at the airport and she finally feels some of the tension that had followed her across the Atlantic slowly ebbing away.
Emma and Killian meet for the first time this chapter, but things donât go very well between our two favorite characters. Emmaâs guarded, and Killian is⊠well, Killian. Not that we blame Emma considering where and how they meet. Weâre eagerly awaiting to see how things turn out!
A/N: And here we meet the whole Charming family! Again really huge thank yous to my betas @justanotherwannabeclassic and @eloquentlyenchanted for really making this fic the best it can be. Also check out the amazing fic headers @princesse-swan has made for each chapter! Theyâre truely fantastic and I canât want for yall to see what she came up with next.
The torches of the great ballroom cast a warm glow on all the guests in attendance for the Crown Princess Emma of Misthavenâs birthday ball. The jewels at the ears, necks, wrists, and fingers of the guest glittered and reflected off each other as they danced and drank from the impressive royal wine collection. Despite being the guest of honor, Emma herself had taken a step back from the revelry as a way to catch her breath and have a moment of privacy. She spotted her mother and father talking and laughing with the usual crowd of people. Her mother insisted that one day Emma would come to enjoy and seek out the company of others. Emma knew she would always need these secluded moments to herself if she were to ever rule properly.
She saw her little brother, Leo, join her parents and their friends and tell an apparently hilarious joke since all the adults were still laughing heartily. Emma couldnât help but think that Leo might be a better choice for Heir of Misthaven â he was outgoing and friendly without being naive. Surely he would be able to secure more alliances with neighboring kingdoms and principalities than her sullen and shrewd self. But being firstborn, Emma would be the one to inherit the crown and the throne and the responsibility. Perhaps Leo could be her official ambassador, to give lords and ladies and all other highborn people a good impression of Misthaven.
âEmma?â a tiny voice spoke as Emma felt someone pulling at her billowing skirt. Emma looked down and saw her baby sister Charlotte, still in her nightclothes, looking up at her expectantly.
âShouldnât you be in bed?â Emma asked, smiling down at the little girl.
âIâm not tired,â the little girl pouted, âBesides, I want to dance.â
âHow about this, you can dance one dance with me and then Iâll take you up to bed.â
âBut itâs your birthday, Emmy,â Charlotte looked up at her with wide eyes.
Welcome back to @imhookedonaswanâs Enchanted Forest AU! In this chapter, we are introduced to the whole Charming clan at Emmaâs birthday and debutante ball where it seems like nothing can go wrong until Regina made her grand entrance. That gif by @princesse-swan, which combines the surprised still image of Emma with this iconic introduction to the Queen, gives us a stunning glimpse into what the Charming family is in for! Will Emma just sit idly by and let the Evil Queen threaten the kingdom all over again? Read on to find out!
Emma wanders into the path of a weird curse or eats something she shouldnât or picks up an artefact she wasnât supposed to touch (Regina did warn her!) and suddenly every time she settles in to, ahem, ring the devilâs doorbell⊠he answers.
So I wrote the thing and am sharing it now for @cscocktoberfestâ – I hope Iâve done you proud Svenja. This is more banter and innuendo with a sprinkle of smut, but I hope you all like it. (And Iâve got another Cocktoberfest fic to come next Wednesday!)Â
Thanks @initialaâ for organising this event, which gave me the nerve to actually post this. Cheers for reading this over for me @mahstatinsâ and danke schön @distant-roseâ and @welllpthisishappeningâ for chanting âpost it!â at me đ
Emma Swan was having a day. Or maybe a week.
Possibly even a lifetime. It was one thing to discover after 28 years that she
wasnât actually an orphan but a bona fide witch from outstanding magical
pedigree, it was quite another to find herself expected to do something about
it and take flipping magic lessons. Especially when her teacher was her sassy
step grandmother who expected nothing less than total dedication at all times.
Only today she had found her mind and her hands wandering resulting in such a sharp
reprimand that she was almost glad that her entire family had been separated
from her by a curse for her entire formative years.
(And, OK, maybe it was better not to
touch strange magical artifacts that she had no knowledge or understanding of,
but surely Regina didnât have anything actually dangerous in that vault
of hers.. Right?)
Still though, the incident had left her feeling
frustrated and full of pent-up nervous energy that she desperately needed to
relieve. And what better way than with a little TLC?
My Etsy shop is open and Iâve got a few OUAT dolls up right now with more coming. Iâm not going to stop selling dolls, but I am going to be phasing out all my OUAT dolls. Since the end of season 6 they havenât been selling well, so unless someone messages me absolutely desperate for a particular doll, Iâm not going to be making them anymore. So basically, if you want one, now is your chance.
(Part 2) I canât wait to see whatâs next and I would just like to ask if my suspicion that Emma has magic and thatâs what caused all her panic attacks since she was little might be true? And if it is, poor baby girl has had to repress that part of herself all her life thus adding to her suffering⊠I hope she releases all that repression when she kicks Goldâs ass tho haha.
Eeee!!! Thank you so much for your kind words! I knew that giving David as her actual brother would be a change, but had to show that just because she had a brother doesnât mean it was all sunshine and roses, which Iâm glad that you all are able to see. Brennan is also a piece of work, and youâve only seen a small portion!
Thatâs a cool suspicion, but the only magic here is from Gold, unfortunately. Her panic attacks are caused when someone grabs her left arm (PTSD from when the man broke it when she was younger) and/or when sheâs overly upset because she bottles her feelings in.
I hope she can release it, too. Maybe thereâs someone out there that will help her. ;-p
Thanks again for the awesome words!
Well that definitely makes a lot of sense and also my heart is breaking all over again for my little cygnet đ„ and yep, definitely you have crafted it so well that even when you have a good support system life can fuck you up either way, poor Emma has suffered so much and even if her background is slightly different than in the canon, itâs obvious it still has made her put up walls either way. And of course, asshole men she dated (fucking Jefferson and Neal) have obviously not helped with that.
And ooooooh, Iâm so looking forward to see that someone help her release that hurt as well, as I said Iâm bracing myself for some super painful angst over here (donât hurt us too badly pls đ).
And youâre more than welcome! I am not too good at leaving feedback because I feel I suck at being eloquent and I get shy about it but I just had to let you know because really your writing is AMAZING! (as usual).
You donât have to worry about being eloquent at all, really. Even if you just left us authors something like: KJBFKJHSKGHSKHGSKJGHKJSG :weâd understand you completely, trust me. LOL Thank you again <33
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