CS MODERN AU: Emma
plans a romantic evening for Killian. I got a bit carried away with the back
story for this. Anyway, all you need to know up front is that Killian has a
prosthetic instead of a hook in this. Also on AO3: x
This is my
submission for CSCOCKTOBER and also the first time I actually wrote smut so
please be gentle (sorry- I had to). Just want to say that everyone has been
wonderful in the discord chat and that I’m super excited to read and see all
the art that has been created for this event.
Warnings: smut
obviously, and some swearing. Nothing too crazy.
Emma Swan feels like an asshole. It’s been exactly two
months since she and Killian started dating, and she’s spent less time with him
in those two months than she did before they were dating. After 8 years of
friendship, lingering stares (eye-fucking really), a tremendous amount of
mutual understanding and failed attempts at hiding (him) and denying (her)
their feelings, the dam finally broke that afternoon in February.
This is an incredible story that I loved making art for, it’s quite unlike other CS fan fictions I’ve come across and the way the author portrays Killian makes you want to give him a hug! Take it from me, you’re going to love this fic 🙂 and I am so excited to reveal the art work I had the honour to make for this wonderful story (including this cover!)
Summary: Killian Jones had been born with a weak heart. No one could understand why, since it didn’t run in the family, on either side. The doctors said it might progress to the point of him needing a transplant, but with any luck, that wouldn’t happen until he was an old man. Luck was not on Killian’s side. Can Emma Swan, his newest cardiologist, convince him that his life is still worth living despite everything he lost?
Rating: E(explicit)
Content/Trigger Warnings:
mentions of alcoholism, kidnapping, self-harm, drug use, medical trauma, eating disorder, thoughts of suicide, hallucinations, whump, sexual content
What a beautiful cover image @downeystarkjr has created for @themilahskillybear’s Healing His Heart! It looks like a movie poster! The dark coloring hits the early tone of this story and compliment it so well, and this image perfectly captures the brooding, long-haired, overly scruffy Killian you are going to meet.
I have zero idea where this came from but here, have some feels.
Emma had never felt more miserable in her entire life.
(Well, okay, maybe that was hyperbole. The morning sickness with Hope hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park.)
“Are you okay, Mama?” came Hope’s little voice from the vicinity of the doorway.
Emma groaned and rested her forehead against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat. “I’m okay, baby,” she managed to reply. “Did you throw away the ranch dressing like I asked you to?”
“Yes, Mama.”
Good. Emma didn’t know for sure that the ranch dressing was the culprit but it was the only thing that made sense. She and Hope had had the same lunch: grilled cheese sandwiches and carrot sticks. For reasons completely unknown to Emma, Hope liked swiping her carrot sticks through a dollop of peanut butter. (She allowed it, though, because hey, the kid was willingly eating carrots.) Emma, on the other hand, dipped hers in ranch.
The dressing had tasted fine but clearly one of the ingredients had turned because Emma had spent the last few minutes expelling the spoiled food from her system.
Hope, thankfully, was no worse for the wear.
Emma’s stomach cramped and rebelled yet again. A soft whimper escaped her lips in between retches as tears welled in her eyes.
All of a sudden, she felt a tiny hand rubbing her back. “It’s okay, Mama. You’ll feel better when you get it up.”
Despite the entire situation, a smile tugged at Emma’s lips. That was the exact same thing she said to Hope whenever she was sick. And honestly, they were indeed a pretty big comfort.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Emma whispered.
Hope stayed with her until her stomach settled. When she finally sat back against the bathtub, Hope climbed into her lap and settled her back against Emma’s chest. “Are you feeling better, Mama?”
Emma smiled, her fingers playing with the curling ends of her daughter’s hair. “Yes, baby, I am.”
“Good, I’m glad. We should lie down for a nap now. You’re supposed to get a lot of rest when you’re sick.”
A chuckle escaped Emma’s lips as she pressed a kiss to the top of her little girl’s head. “Yes, Nurse Hope. Just let me brush my teeth first.”
—–
When Killian arrived home – early, due to a certain text message from Emma informing him of his wife’s bout with food poisoning – he found Emma and Hope curled up on the sofa, both sound asleep.
A smile on his face, he tiptoed into the living room and draped the child-size blanket that Hope had clearly kicked to the floor around her shoulders. As he moved to adjust the other blanket around Emma’s shoulders, she dragged her eyes open. “Hey, sheriff,” she murmured.
“Hello, love,” Killian whispered in reply. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, though remind me never to eat ranch dressing again.”
“At least not without checking the date on the bottle.”
Emma smiled and pushed herself into a sitting position. Her smile only grew when she caught sight of her daughter fast asleep at the other end of the couch.
“Your father had to change out of his farm clothes before relieving me. He says he hopes you feel better, by the way,” Killian said, recapturing her attention. “I apologize for taking so long to get here.”
“It’s all right,” Emma said, nodding towards their little girl. “I had the best six-year-old nurse in the world looking after me in the meantime.”
Summary: “Wow, you’re hot, but I’m pretty sure that’s your wife.” + “You are incredibly hot, and I keep falling in your lap on this hayride. I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. Wow, this is awkward!”
Rating: G for fall fluff. Like the fanfic equivalent of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon.
Trigger warnings: None unless you count the possibility of getting a toothache from the fluff 🙂
A huge thank you to my beta, @looselipswontsinkships . She was swamped with school, yet still managed to look this story over and catch my silly mistakes. Also a shout out to my artist. I had this idea in my head of a beautiful fall aesthetic for my story (which I could never make myself), and look what I got! It’s not only gorgeous but exactly what I was hoping for.
I absolutely adore fall, so I hope you all enjoy this little Captain Swan autumn one shot …
When she woke up that morning, Emma Swan would have never believed that the day would start with a hayride and end with fortune cookies. Of course, she had promised three year old Henry that she would take him to the pumpkin patch in the little coastal town of Storybrooke, Main. The one that all the mom blogs in Portland rated the best pumpkin patch in the area. Peter’s Pumpkins and Pies. In Storybrooke . Ah, she got it. Cute and clever. Or something.
There was so little that she, as an overworked, underpaid single mother, could give to her tiny son. She could at least give him this. She could take pictures of Henry in his cute fall jacket amidst the bright orange pumpkins and post them on Instagram, just like all the other moms.
But then she had awakened to a cold drizzle outside the window and a leaden gray sky. She gently told Henry the weather was just too nasty for the pumpkin patch. Then Henry had dissolved into a puddle of tears on the kitchen floor. Now, Emma wasn’t one of those moms who was ruled by some kind of toddler tyrant. But the thing was, Henry wasn’t that kind of kid. Sure, he had colic the first four months of his life, but it was as if he’d spent all his tears in that brief space of time (though it hadn’t felt brief when she was in the middle of it.) But now Henry was a complacent, easy to please child. His tears that morning were more of the “my little heart is breaking” variety rather than the “I’m going to scream until I get my way” variety.
Summary: Dance is more than Emma Swan’s career; it’s practically saved her life on more than one occasion. But when it comes to reality TV shows, she’s always danced in the shadows of her twin brother David and her sister Elsa. Her first season as a pro on Dancing With the Stars was a disaster, and she enters her second season determined to prove herself. All she needs is a good partner. Hollywood bad boy and ladies’ man Killian Jones isn’t what she had in mind. Rating: M for mature themes, steamy dance routines, and sexy times (But NOT smut) Trigger warnings: discussions of online solicitation of a minor, bullying, statutory rape, and emotionally abusive/controlling relationships; stalking; anti-Rumbelle, anti-Neal AO3 | Tumblr
@optomisticgirl hit it out of the park with her art for my story! Can’t wait for ya’ll to see what else she made!
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