Artwork for my @cssns story. You can read the first chapter of Over Land and Under Sea. You can read it here [AO3] or here [FF.Net].
Summary:
Finding herself in trouble, Emma is surprised to find the handsome man who wears a seal skin and claims to have magic may not be as crazy as he seems. But it’s going to take more than just magic to keep these two together when a deadly danger from the past comes back to haunt them.
Author’s Note:
Wow. I can’t believe it, but I’m back! No seriously, it’s been far too long since I wrote ANYTHING, that I just have to give huge thanks to @kmomof4 for putting this CSSNS together. It’s given me the motivation I needed to tell this story that has been niggling at me for almost 2 years now. That said, some of you may recall I had a similar story with the same name I published a while back. I’ve decided to tell this version instead (the other one just wasn’t sitting right with me, though I do know a lot of you really enjoyed it). I think that this is a much fuller, more exciting version. I hope you will like it. I’m expecting it to be around 20 chapters long, with updates about every 3 weeks or so for now, possibly less in the future. What I lack in updates, i tend to make up for with extremely long chapters 🙂
Also, I have to thank @mryddinwilt for looking this over and for inspiring this fic with her recommendation of the movie, Song of the Sea. It’s wonderful and moving, and just so, so sweet. Go check it out. After you’ve read my story, of course!
CHAPTER 1:
Emma took a deep breath of salty air and willed her heart to slow to the rhythm of the pounding waves. She reminded herself that she’d been in dire straights before, though maybe none quite like this, and that the only who needed to rescue her was herself. There was no need to panic about being trapped on a deserted island. None at all. There just had to be some way out of here she hadn’t thought of yet.
With a final deep breath, Emma opened her eyes to the blinding sun, shed her jacket and pulled her long hair back into a pony tail. Now she was ready to kick the island’s ass or die trying. And, if she did end up getting out of this stupid mess she made for herself, there was one thing she knew for certain—she was never going near the ocean again.
Sequel to The Swan Princess . Takes place right where the first one left off.
RATED T: LANGUAGE AND SOME VIOLENCE.
WORDS: 9505
I wasn’t planning on doing a Part 2, but here we are. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you so much to the Colin to my Sean, @pirateherokillian, for reading this over for me. ❤
Emma’s known from a very young age that she wasn’t like
other animals. There was something inside of her that always felt a little… off. Sure, she looked like other
swans, but whenever she tried to communicate with them, they would merely
squawk at her and she’d always end up utterly confused. Whereas with the
humans, she never had trouble understanding them, and despite not being able to
speak as they did, their language was as clear as the sky after a storm.
Summary: Killian Jones can’t believe that the prettiest girl at Boston College is a senior in high school. Or that she showed up at a frat party with three kids in tow. Let’s just say it’s going to be one crazy night. ..
Rated T for language and themes
Sorry but this one won’t have a cut either * ducks and hides *. I can’t get links to Ao3 to work on my phone either. It’s really not that long though. And it’s the fluffy and cute ending. If that helps.
Chapter Five
Silence had descended in the Jeep. All three kids had fallen asleep in the backseat, and Emma had her forehead pressed against the window. She watched the city lights pass by, a pensive look upon her face.
“Are you okay, love?” Killian asked softly, not wanting to awaken the children.
Emma gave him a half-hearted attempt at a smile. “Oh yeah, I’m fantastic. I just caught my boyfriend cheating.”
“I’m really sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say.
“Not your fault,” she said with a shrug.
“What I mean is … “ he took a deep breath, “I know how it hurts. Four months ago, I caught my girlfriend cheating. Only she was doing far more than having dinner.”
Emma winced. “That’s rough.”
“Aye,” he replied.
Silence fell between them. Emma fiddled with the zipper on her jacket. Finally, she seemed to work up her nerve and said, “I should have seen it coming. He was getting … frustrated with me.”
Killian frowned. “You’re not referring to that immature locked at the knees comment are you?”
“Of course I am!” Emma exclaimed, struggling to keep her voice low. She glanced back at the kids to check that they were all still asleep. Then she turned back towards Killian. He glanced away from the road, to meet her gaze, and he hated to see the sheen of tears in her eyes. “You’re a college guy, I’m sure you would expect the same thing Neal did from a girlfriend.”
Killian’s jaw clenched, and he squeezed the steering wheel in a tight grip. He was still royally pissed at the jerk, but Emma didn’t need his anger right now. “Listen, Swan. You are far more than just a conquest. If I had the great honor to be your boyfriend, I would see it as my job … well, I hope you would allow me the privilege … to protect your heart.” He looked over at her again with an intense gaze. “And to cherish it.”
Emma blushed and glanced away. She gave a nervous laugh. “Are you this poetic with all the girls?”
“Only with the ones who inspire me,” he told her with a wink.
Killian’s heart sank as he saw the mechanic they were looking for up ahead on the right. His evening with Emma Swan was quickly coming to an end. He pulled into a space directly under the neon sign that said Camelot Cars and Tires. Emma let out a relieved breath.
“Look,” she said, pointing out the window, “my mom’s station wagon with a new tire. Thank God!”
Henry stirred first in the backseat. “We’re here? Can we go home now?”
Emma turned to her charges with a huge grin on her face. “Yes, Henry! You three stay here, and I’ll go in and pay for the tire.”
“Let me go with you, Emma,” Killian said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Emma lifted her hand and shook her head. “No, stay here with the kids. Roland and Robin are still asleep. I hate to wake them.”
He nodded. She had a point. He was a little nervous about her going in alone, but he could see a dark haired gentleman at the counter through the large picture window. There wasn’t really much that could go wrong at this point.
Henry leaned forward, crossing his arms over the bench seat. “So, you gonna ask her out?”
Killian blinked at the lad. “Um … “
“Yeah,” Roland said as he stretched and yawned, “get her number. That’s what my dad did when we met Regina and Henry at the park.”
Robin suddenly bolted up, her hair sticking out crazily around her Thor helmet. She looked around with wild eyes. “What’d I miss?”
Killian chuckled at how quickly she could go from fast asleep to wide awake. “Emma’s inside paying for the tire,” he told her.
“And Killian’s going to ask her out,” Henry added.
“Good,” Robin said, “because I think she likes you.”
Killian raised his eyebrows. “Really? Did she … say anything about me?”
Robin rolled her eyes. “Hello? We’ve been with you the whole time. You need to get her alone, dude.”
Killian pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. He could tell from Robin’s expression that she was completely sincere. “Okay, I’ll try my best.”
“Here she comes!” Roland squealed, shoving Killian in the shoulder as Emma approached the Jeep. She had a broad smile on her face.
“It was exactly fifty dollars! Now we can pick up Elsa and get home before the kids’ parents ever find out.”
“That’s good,” Killian said, suddenly nervous. He scratched behind his ear. “Um, before you go, I was hoping … could I have your number? I’d like to see you again. Without kids next time?” He could sense the kids in the backseat leaning closer.
A frown marred Emma’s face. Not a good sign at all. “Killian, you’re really nice, but … I just broke up with my cheating boyfriend. I don’t need to jump into a new relationship.”
Killian gave her a crooked smile. “I was just cheated on too. We could be each other’s rebound.”
The joke fell flat. Emma scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Come on, kids,” she commanded, then marched towards the station wagon on the other side of the lot.
Henry leaned over the seat to glare at him. “Seriously? That’s what you decided to go with?”
Henry clambered out of the Jeep, and Roland followed after him, shaking his head at Killian in disappointment. Robin placed a hand on his arm and gave him an encouraging smile.
“I’ve got your back, Killian,” she told him. Then she winked and hopped down out of the vehicle.
With a sinking heart, Killian watched the station wagon pull away. When the headlights disappeared around the next block, he dropped his head to the steering wheel in frustration.
Killian headed back to the frat house. He knew from past experience that Will and Jefferson would be completely wasted and in need of a drive home. He didn’t trust them to even walk the three blocks to the dorms without stumbling into oncoming traffic.
Sure enough, when he pulled up, Jefferson was puking in the bushes and Will was sprawled out on the frat house front lawn. Liam stood scowling with his arms crossed indignantly. He was in the Alpha Kappa Fraternity and had learned the hard way not to let his brother’s friends crash in the frat house. Something about a ruined sofa and somebody’s girlfriend who was now an ex-girlfriend because of Jefferson.
“Where the bloody hell have you been?” Liam asked as Killian exited the Jeep. “How long does it take to give a girl a ride to the mechanic’s?”
Killian rolled his eyes as he struggled to get Will to his feet. “Long story.”
“Well, did you get her number?”
Killian shoved Will into the back seat, then steered a stumbling Jefferson through the door as well before scowling at his brother. “No, okay, I didn’t get her number.” Liam raised both eyebrows and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Killian cut him off. “And I don’t want to hear it, Liam, okay? Just drop it. Please.”
Liam shrugged. “Okay, whatever.” Then he turned and headed back into the frat house. Music still poured out of the front doors, and college students still congregated on the front porch. It would be awhile before the party wound to a close, but all Killian wanted to do was shut himself up in his room and nurse his wounded ego.
“What the bloody hell is this?” Will muttered. “It’s poking into me bum.”
Killian glanced behind him and saw his friend holding up a sparkly hot pink roller skate. He snatched it out of Will’s hand, a delighted smile filling his face. Attached to the skate was a tag that read, “If lost, please return to Robin Mills at 150 Regal Way, Storybrooke MA.”
“Yes!” Killian exclaimed, kissing the tag. “Robin, you are one amazing kid!”
Jefferson began to laugh maniacally, falling over into Will. “He’s lost is mind! Kissing a roller skate!”
“Laugh all you want,” Killian told him as he pulled out of the space and headed as fast as he could to the dorms, “I’m leaving you two drunken fools and driving to the suburbs.”
“The suburbs?” Will muttered, burping loudly. “What the bloody hell for, mate?”
“For the most beautiful girl at Boston College, the state of Massachusetts, and the World.”
Killian worried that he would either miss Emma completely or that he would arrive before her and get her in trouble with the Mills. Thankfully, when he pulled into the Mills driveway, there she was, keys in hand, approaching her mother’s station wagon parked in the circular drive. She looked up as his headlights cut across her path, and her eyes widened in surprise. He cut the engine and got out, clutching the skate in his hand.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. He couldn’t tell from her incredulous expression if she was happy to see him or not.
He held up the skate. “I thought Robin would be missing this. She left it in the back seat.”
A tiny smile hinted at the corner of Emma’s mouth. “That was really sweet of you.”
He took a step closer, swallowing nervously. “I’m also in need of a babysitter.”
Emma’s brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, then she shook her head with a crestfallen expression. “I’m afraid tonight was my last job. I’m officially retiring.”
“Oh,” Killian said with a disappointed nod, “that’s a shame.”
“Who was the babysitter for?”
Killian wiggled his brow at her and sauntered even closer into her personal space. “Me.”
Her eyes lit up as she gave him a coy smile. She reached out and fiddled with the collar of his shirt. “Well, in that case, I think I can make an exception.”
A smile filled his face as he gazed into her eyes. They swayed closer, their noses almost brushing.
“Kiss her already!” a voice shouted from above.
Emma and Killian jumped apart, laughing. They looked up at the house to see all three Mills children leaning out of a second story window, clad in their pajamas. Emma looked shyly back at him, and despite the pint-sized audience, he stroked her cheek, tossing the roller skate into the grass by the driveway. Both hands free, he cupped her face, tilting her chin. Slowly, he bent towards her, brushing his lips with hers. The kiss was soft at first, gentle, but then Emma tilted her head and parted her lips on a sigh. Killian deepened the kiss then, swiping his tongue across her lips to ask for entrance. Then the entire world fell away as he threaded his fingers through her hair.
“Gross!” another small voice shouted from the window.
Emma pressed her forehead against his, laughing again. Then she turned around and shouted up at the kids, “Go to bed already!”
Giggling, the younger two kids ducked below the window sill while Henry shut it and pulled the shade. Turning back to Killian, Emma pushed up on her toes to kiss him again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
What started out as a miserable night for both of them ended up being a night neither of them would ever forget. A night they would tell stories about for years to come, for three other children. The story of the night mommy and daddy first met.
Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?
A/N: Hey guys! I forgot to say in my first author’s note that I’ll be posting every Monday, so keep a lookout! I’m so so grateful to each and every one of you for giving this a chance and I’m so thrilled that you guys like it so far! As always, a ginormous thank you to the best beta in the world @kmomof4 whom I adore beyond measure! Without further ado, I give you chapter two!
Chapter 2
What kind of can of worms had she just opened? She slammed the journal shut immediately, heart pounding against her ribcage. No, no, no, no, no. She was nobody’s personal savior. She reached out for the case file she had been studying and resolved to put this whole mess behind her. She just wouldn’t feed into it. Simple.
She set her glasses on her face and got back to work, losing herself in the case file for Marian Locksley. A young, vibrant mother who one day didn’t pick up her four year old son from daycare and was never seen again. It had been two months at this point and the case was getting colder by the day. Emma was good at her job, but this case had been unusually difficult for her. After her promotion to detective in the missing persons department three years prior, she quickly developed one of the highest success rates in recovering missing persons in the country. She knew that her “abilities” played a large part in her skill set, but whatever edge she could give herself she figured was worth the results. Closure. Reuniting loved ones. Making things a little less broken. Maybe she had a bigger savior complex than she realized. So, she lost herself in the file in front of her until her eyes ached and the clock on the wall beeped out an arrival into a new day.
That night, she slept fitfully, dark dreams and empty spaces. Once or twice, she thought she heard a man’s voice, but it sounded far away, like he was talking behind several closed doors. She tried to make her way towards the voice, but then it would change direction. She began to feel lost, hopeless. The blackness seemed to claw at her physically, preventing her from moving. And then there was a soft light, as if it emanated from under a doorway and a gentle song hummed in the background.
The song she had heard many times before, but she could never place it. At first, she thought it was another encounter. She often heard bits of voices or songs or different sounds when having an encounter, but this song persisted throughout her life, never fading like a regular encounter did. Emma heard the melody for the first time after her parents died. It appeared at times when she felt the lowest, when she felt hopeless and alone, or when she was overwhelmed. It was almost as if the song was tailor made to soothe her unsettled soul. Emma had long since chalked it up to a coping technique. One her dream self was inherently grateful for now. She relaxed against the darkness and moved towards the light. It grew brighter with every step she took and the song faded away as her curiosity and courage screwed themselves to their sticking places. Emma found herself in front of a door. Tentatively, she reached out and turned the cold handle and pushed.
The room was empty and dimly lit, and not so much a room at all, moreso a large open space that Emma could not see the end of. But that didn’t matter when the light illuminated a tall man standing beyond the door, his large frame seemingly filling the emptiness. He was handsome, very stern and sad looking. Short copper curls caught the light and blue eyes stared into her at her place at the door. Emma could almost feel his worry rolling off of him and she moved towards him automatically. When they came close enough to where Emma had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes in accommodation for his height, the man reached out and grasped her arm firmly. Emma tried to pull away but his bright blue gaze fixed her in place.
“His name is Killian Jones,” the man said in a deep British accent and tightened his grip on her arm to the point of pain, as if he was trying to hold her there with him. He opened his mouth to say something else but all that came out was a shrill beeping noise.
Emma shot up in bed gasping as her alarm clock continued its shrieking cadence in the background. It took a moment to shake off the dream, grasping at the details on the edge of her conscious mind. Absently, she reached behind her to cut off the annoyance that was her alarm clock and her bicep protested against the stretch. She drew back with a soft sound after the beeping stopped and looked at the bare skin of her upper arm. A faded blue bruise marred the skin there that looked remarkably like a…
A handprint.
Emma’s mouth dropped open. This was new. She’d never had a physical mark from a spirit before. A thrill of fear and validation ran through the core of her being, sending a shiver up her spine. Even though Emma had learned to cope with the fact that the other side filtered across the veil into her daily life, she had kept it to herself, suffering (and even rejoicing on occasion) in silence. But this. As terrifying as it was to be physically marked by a spirit, Emma couldn’t help but feel so sane. Throughout her life with her encounters, Emma often felt… off. The thought that she might be crazy (cue midnight searches into schizophrenia and multiple personality disorders on more than one occasion) had crossed her mind more often than even she cared to admit. Yeah, her arm hurt a little, and fuck that guy for manhandling her like that, but it was real. A disbelieving, incredulous giggle garbled its way up her throat. She tried to tamp down the buzz under her skin and took several deep, calming breaths.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand next to the alarm clock and her head snapped to it, shaking away the hold of her thoughts, if only temporarily. Picking up the device, she flipped through the notifications she’d obtained, the most recent one and the culprit of the buzz she’d heard being from Ruby.
Red 10:02 am
Hey gf, u off today?
Emma smiled softly. Ruby was just the person she needed to take her mind off all the craziness with work and the… general craziness she was experiencing. Ruby was loud, vibrant, full of gossip, and moved at the speed of sound. She was a lot to handle but Emma wouldn’t change her for anything. She was the one who brought Emma out of her shell after she took her in and felt all alone. Her brand of pep was exactly what Emma needed. So she texted back.
Emma 10:04 am
Off and free, lunch?
Red 10:05 am
Lunch and…
Red 10:05 am
Shopping?
Emma smirked at her screen. Ruby knew Emma hated shopping but would give her an honest opinion. She was also the only one that could rein in what would inevitably end up with more and more risqué fashion choices. Emma often wondered when shopping with Ruby why the woman bothered getting dressed at all sometimes. But it served as a good distraction, and that’s just what Emma needed. But she couldn’t appear to eager, lest Ruby drag her into these kinds of things on a regular basis. And Emma really didn’t like to shop.
Emma 10:06 am
I expect bribery.
Red 10:06 am
Bribing a cop? What kind of desperate do you think I am? 😉
Emma 10:07 am
If ur asking me to shop in the 1st place, I’d say pretty desperate lol
Red 10:07 am
…
Lunch liquor?
Emma 10:07 am
Sold lol
Red 10:08 am
Kk meet u at Granny’s 1 hr xoxo
Letting her phone clatter back to its former position on her bedside table, Emma swung her legs over the side of the bed and begrudgingly made her way out of her bedroom and into her modest bathroom, turning the faucet in the shower to hot. Steam rolled through the room as she set about removing her clothes, when she felt the twinge in her bicep again, reminding her of the night’s events. She continued to dwell on it as she stepped into the warm spray.
The man she saw hadn’t been very old, close to her age, she’d say. But there was something about him that read older than his actual years. His stance was commanding, authoritative, but his eyes, although laced with sadness, had an underlying kindness and honesty to them. She tried to remember everything she could from the dream as she scrubbed her apple scented shampoo into her hair.
’His name is Killian Jones,’ he’d said. And that accent again. She’d heard a similar one not long ago, but female. Her mind flitted back to the first encounter with the woman.
K J
Killian Jones.
SAVE HIM.
What the- the encounters were connected? In what seemed to be a continuing series of firsts with her abilities, now two separate people were reaching out to her with the same message? Emma wiped the water from her face and slicked back her long hair under the water, rinsing herself free of suds before wrenching it off. She was going to ignore it. That was it. This was too much. Wasn’t it? But something about the earnestness in the eyes of the man from her dream gave her pause. She stepped out of the bathtub and began to towel off and dress.
Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt just to look into it. It would probably be a dead end anyway. It was the first time more than one person had come through to her with the same message. And clearly, they thought she could help in some way, be it because she was a police detective, or that she was the only one nearby who could hear them, either way it nagged at her and she hated it. She would look into it once, and if she came up empty she would pursue it no further. Besides, she could still just be crazy. A sharp ache where the bruise on her arm was imprinted begged to differ. She shook it off and made her way to Granny’s with a plan on where to start already brewing in her mind.
Granny’s was busy, but the little diner was always bustling with activity. The decor hadn’t been updated since God only knew when, the green vinyl covered booths patched with tape in some areas and the chrome lined countertop sported several dings, but it all added to the charm. A little piece of small town right in the big city. Boston had nowhere else like it. Ruby’s grandmother had owned the little establishment and the inn attached to it for as long as she could remember. As Emma made her way past several customers to the counter, she couldn’t help but notice all the familiar faces. Granny Lucas had built a legacy on good food, friendship, and nowhere else had felt quite like home since her parents died. It helped that the actual home she’d grown up in since she was 12 was right above the diner.
“Emma!” Ruby’s voice cut through the cacophony of the early lunch rush and the bubbly brunette bounced around the counter to greet her. Emma grinned at the sight of her before she was wrapped in a tight hug. “I’ve got our lunch order in already. Grab a booth for us will you? I’ll be right back.”
“Sure, Red,” Emma replied and Ruby smirked at the nickname before slipping back behind the counter and getting back to wrapping up work. Emma made her way towards the back, near the jukebox, and slid into an open booth. The seat creaked and groaned underneath her slight frame and she pulled out her phone to check for new messages. There was one waiting from Graham Humbert, her partner at the precinct and frequent seeker of her affections.
Humbert 11:17 am
Hey, can you bring the Locksley case file in tomorrow? Husband is coming in for update Thursday around 2.
Emma 11:29 am
Yeah I can do that.
Humbert 11:30 am
See you then 😉
Emma was grateful that Graham left it professional today, though the winky face caused her to wrinkle her nose. She had tried with him before. One date about a year ago and a nice kiss at the end of it, but she just didn’t feel the spark that he clearly had since he hadn’t stopped asking her for a repeat since. It was always innocent, he was never pushy, but Emma turned him down just the same, often citing that it would be unprofessional to pursue a relationship with him. But the truth was, Emma Nolan was a broken human being. When her high school sweetheart, Neal Cassidy, the first person she opened her heart to, died unexpectedly when they were eighteen in a house fire, she struggled to recover. A couple disastrous relationships later, Emma had resigned herself to one night stands and being alone.
Ruby dropped a plate in front of Emma noisily before setting her own plate across from her and settling their drinks beside them. Emma looked down at the plate of grilled cheese and onion rings and smiled, thankful for the thoughtfulness of her friend.
“So. I have a date.” Ruby smiled and took a bite of the burger on her own plate. Emma bobbed her head in acknowledgement. Ruby always had a date.
“Hence the shopping, I suppose,” Emma said and took a sip of the fruity drink concoction next to her plate before making a face. “What is that?”
“Something I’m trying on the menu. I got you a Jack and Coke, too, in case that was too tropical for you.” Ruby shrugged and Emma pushed the drink away, moving to the glass with the darker liquid. “And yes, I really want to impress this girl. I know you hate shopping, but I really really need your opinion.” She pouted and Emma chuckled.
“So, is it anyone I know?” Emma asked before digging into her food. Ruby grinned widely.
“It’s Dorothy. That new bartender down at the Rabbit Hole,” she replied nonchalantly. They chatted about the date and how they met, making comfortable small talk throughout their meal. As they finished, Ruby put on her puppy dog eyes again.
“Shopping?” she asked hopefully. Emma gave an exaggerated sigh.
“Shopping.” Ruby squealed at Emma’s acquiescence. “But I have something of my own that I saw a few days ago at the Goodwill that I didn’t grab. I wanted to go back for it.” Ruby’s face lit up with shock, then delight, then indignation.
“Wait, you went shopping? And you want to get something for yourself? And you went without me?!” Her words mirrored the emotions flitting over her features. Emma shrugged sheepishly.
“Yes to all of those things. I’m sorry. But you’re here now,” Emma tried to placate her. Thankfully Ruby accepted it.
“Yes and to the Goodwill it is! I’m so excited!”
Several hours and skimpy outfits later, Ruby had her date outfit (along with a few others) and the floral blouse that started the madness days ago was nowhere to be found. Emma was beginning to get frustrated. She hated shopping with a passion. Fashion was never high on her priority list. Sure, she had a couple LBD’s, a couple of pantsuits, but the majority of her wardrobe was about comfort. Give her some jeans and a tank any day. But she couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged.
That blouse was no guarantee, but it couldn’t hurt. It could have been the key to getting rid of this pestering the fastest way possible. She couldn’t shake the words from her mind.
Killian Jones.
SAVE HIM.
Maybe he was missing. She could use her resources at the department to help with that. That’s what she did, that’s her comfort zone. But beyond that…
She couldn’t help the pang that went through her over the thought that she couldn’t help him. He was obviously very loved, she was simply afraid of biting off more than she could chew.
“Hey, Em! What about this one?”
Emma turned to see Ruby’s latest find and her eyes almost popped out of her skull when she saw Ruby holding a very not her style, sleeveless, floral, button-front blouse to her lithe figure.
“That’s it,” Emma said and Ruby looked at her quizzically. It was Ruby’s usual style, certainly, but it definitely wasn’t something she would have thought Emma would pick out for herself.
“This one?” she asked.
Emma moved forward and took the blouse from Ruby’s hands and was immediately wrapped in an invisible jasmine embrace.
“This is the one.”
New chapter from @doodlelolly0910 Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind! Enjoy!
Summary: Hope Swan-Jones is the product of the product of true love and her true love, so her having very powerful magic was always in the cards. Luckily she lives in a town where everyone is very familiar with magic, so nothing can go wrong, can it?
Or so everyone thought, but then one day as a newborn Hope accidently travels back in time with her mother Emma.
How will the past population of Storybrooke react to their Savior having another kid and being married? And more importantly will the Savior and her baby daughter find a way back home to all of their loved ones?
“THE
LIGHT ONE” – With their family and friends under Calypso’s spell, Hook
and Emma find themselves alone on the mission to rescue Anne as they face an
important and unexpected decision.
“Once Upon a Time” stars Jennifer
Morrison as Emma Swan, Colin O’Donoghue as Hook, Jared S. Gilmore as Henry
Mills, Ginnifer Goodwin as Snow White/Mary Margaret, Josh Dallas as Prince
Charming/David, Lana Parrilla as the Evil Queen/Regina, Emilie de Ravin as
Belle, Rebecca Mader as the Wicked Witch/Zelena and Robert Carlyle as Rumplestiltskin/Mr.
Gold. Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz are creators and executive producers.
Steve Pearlman, David H. Goodman and Andrew Chambliss are also executive
producers. The series is produced by ABC Studios.
Guest starring are Keri Russell as Morgana,
Maggie Siff as Ethel, Joseph Fiennes as Davy Jones, James Wolk as Scott, Nick
Eversman as Liam Jr., Faran Tahir as Captain Nemo, Jessy Schram as Ashley, Tim
Phillipps as Thomas, Eion Bailey as August, Tony Amendola as Marco, Lee
Arenberg as Grumpy and Beverley Elliott as Granny.
“The Light One” was written by Jane
Espenson and directed by Ralph Hemecker.
Note:
this is a fake press release created solely for the purpose of this blog.
“I’ve got an order for a hamburger with no pickles and no onions, chicken fingers, those two are sharing an order of fries, and a cobb salad.”
The bell over the door of the shop rang while Killian was handing over the tickets to Bart who grunted his agreement.
“I’ve also got a meatloaf special with mashed potatoes and green beans, and a chicken sandwich with onion rings,” he continued, knowing that Jim would manage the customer. “That sandwich is grilled, not fried, and they don’t want any sauces on it- no ketchup, mustard, or mayonnaise, got it?”
Another grunt. Killian could hear an argument at the door. He needed to check on that, but he also needed to get these last orders in, and Bart was too slammed to want to decipher his chicken-scratch orders.
“Last table ordered breakfast,” he said. “One blueberry short stack, one buttermilk short stack, one french toast, and one oatmeal. Scrambled eggs on all three from the grill, aye?”
This time it was a short, sharp nod, and Killian was able to turn to face the next challenge. It was supposed to have been the drinks for the three new tables, but instead it was the woman standing at his counter, dark eyes narrowed at him and blood-red lips pursed.
“Ms. Mills!” he said, hoping he sounded less horrified than he felt. “What brings you to the Jolly Roger? Can I offer you a table?”
“No, thank you Mr. Jones, I just-”
“Killian.”
Regina stopped and blinked, looking at him in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’ve asked you before to call me Killian, not Mr. Jones.”
“In which case, you should call me Regina. It seems like we should be on first name terms, considering.”
“Aye, as you like,” he said, thinking privately that it would be a cold day in hell before he called Emma’s mother by her first name. It would be like calling the Queen of England Lizzie to her face. “Can I make you a cup of coffee?”
Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com: Fic Round Up #1
Summer is the time to head to the theater to catch all the newest blockbusters. Or, you could save some money, stay home and munch on some popcorn while reading movie AUs of our favorite pirate and princess! Here is a list of all the fics so far in this little event:
@flslp87 gave us the following re-releases: The Beach House, an AU of The Lake House, The Promise an AU of the movie of the same name, and A Magical Match a movie mash-up of You’ve Got Mail, Superman, The Princess Bride, and Sleepless in Seattle.
And finally, @teamhook gave us Wild Within based on the movie Wolf, which was also featured in The Captain Swan Supernatural Summer.
Also from @onceuponaprincessworld is a great CS Movie AU Rec List that features both of my Captain Swan Is My Favorite Rom Com collections as well as other great works from the fandom, including another one from @dassala and the Sweet Home Alabama AU you’ve heard me go on and on about by @phiralovesloki .
Be on the look out today also for chapter two of my CS AU of Adventures in Babysitting! It’s already written and ready to go.
If anyone creates fic or art that is a movie au of our OTP, please tag it #csromcom18 even if something you did long ago. Also message me if I missed anything. Thanks everyone!
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