Notes: I’m gonna ask you to trust me for this chapter and the next. Like it’s going to be a roller coaster from here. A lot of craziness happens and some of it is painful but I promise its worth it. In any case, thanks to @cssns for a wonderful event. Thank you to @shireness-says and @katie-dub for being amazing cheerleaders on this fic. And a special thank you as always to my beta @aerica13 – without you, I would just weep over a blank page. Summary: Emma Swan is looking for only one thing – answers. Abandoned outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard, Emma has dedicated her life to finding out where she comes from and why she was given away. She finds an unlikely partner in Killian, a selkie she inadvertently summons in a fit of frustration over her cold case. Word Count: 5,100+ AO3: [LINK] Chapters:Prologue | One |Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Epilogue Rating: T+
Emma couldn’t stop running her fingers over the soft fur of the pelt on her lap. Every time she tried to take her hand away from it, an almost anxious feeling would take hold of her. It was a compulsion that frightened her but she couldn’t stop touching it.
Granny watched her intently, fiddling with her whiskey glass.
There were thousands of questions that were swimming in her head and she couldn’t figure out which one to ask first. So much had been revealed in the past five minutes that Emma felt whiplashed.
“My parents…” She swallowed, finding her throat dry. “They’re…they’re gone aren’t they?”
“Emma Swan is looking for only one thing – answers. Abandoned outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard, Emma has dedicated her life to finding out where she comes from and why she was given away. She finds an unlikely partner in Killian, a selkie she inadvertently summons in a fit of frustration over her cold case.”
A/N: so @optomisticgirl discovered that there’s this stuff called Passion Dust that is basically glitter for your hoo-ha “to make sex more magical”. Obviously that’s ridiculous and unhealthy. So, obviously, CS had to get in on that. (But safely.)
A normal weeknight in the Swan-Jones household found Emma spread out over the sofa, scrolling on her phone, with her feet on Killian’s lap, who was reading a book on the other end. Dinner was put away and the house was quiet; it was their new normal, though life was still far from mundane.
At least, it had been quiet, until Emma came across something that was just so silly she couldn’t help but chuckle. And giggle. And then full-on laugh because it was so completely ridiculous.
“What’s so funny, love?” Killian finally asked; she looked past her phone to see that he’d set aside his book and had his attention on her, an amused smirk on his face.
“Look at this!” she blurted out as she sat up and scooted next to him, shoving her phone at him. She watched as he took in what was on the screen, his eyebrow raising in disbelief as he read.
“Surely, they can’t be serious,” he queried, giving her the incredulous side-eyed glance he gave her whenever he thought something in this realm was absurd.
“I mean, doctors say not to use them, but apparently people still do.”
“Just…” he started, then trailed off, shaking his head. “Glitter? Down there?”
“Apparently.” It was just one of those dumb things that popped up on Facebook, but evidently, someone was producing and marketing glitter-filled capsules for use during intimate times. Or, in other words: vaginal glitter bombs. “Haven’t these people ever had sex on the beach?” she added. “It’s gotta be like sand—it gets everywhere and it hurts.”
“Aye,” Killian agreed, wincing. “But sand at least washes out. Glitter…glitter stays with you.”
“Oh?” she asked, almost surprised. He sounded like he was speaking from experience. “And how would you know that?”
He blushed a bit, avoiding her gaze and scratching at that spot behind his ear. “There may have been an…incident in Neverland.”
“Oh, I’ve gotta hear this.”
He sighed, but she could tell it was more out of embarrassment than anything. “I’d bought a vial of what some charlatan was hawking as ‘pixie dust’ on an errand once; I thought it might amuse Tinkerbell. And it did. However, when we were…enjoying ourselves that night, one or the other of us may have been a bit too enthusiastic and the bottle toppled off the shelf. Right onto us.”
“I’m guessing it wasn’t actually pixie dust?”
“No, it was not. I’d imagine pixie dust would make you feel good.” She snorted at that; he didn’t realize the euphemism he’d made. He gave her that sideways glance again but continued on. “This…just went everywhere,” he said with disdain. “It fell right onto where we were, ah, joined, and floated around from there. It was in my chest hair for months and my balls sparkled for more than a year.”
“Aw, I bet you were so pretty,” she teased. “How did Tink fair?”
“Much the same, but without the balls.”
“I figured.” They both giggled, both at the story and at the ease with which they were able to talk about past encounters.
“And besides,” he continued, gesturing toward the insanity on her phone screen. “You and I certainly don’t need this contrived product to create magic in the bedroom, as it seems to be advertising. Not when all the magic we could ever need is already part of you, my love,” he concluded genuinely.
Now she was the one blushing, though that obviously wasn’t something new. But—it gave her an idea. “Hmm…what if we could do it without the mess?” she theorized.
He quirked an eyebrow curiously. “What are you thinking, Swan?”
“I’m thinking…” she started, then set her phone aside and slid her hand into the open V of Killian’s shirt. “…That I’d really like to see what you look like with glitter in your chest hair. And on your balls.”
“Only if I get to see you covered in it, too, darling.”
Hey, strangers! Remember me? You all don’t know how sorry I am that it took me such an embarrassingly long time to turn out the last bit of this story. The guilt of not having finished it has been hanging over my head for over a year, but between real-life stressors and the near-complete absence of a muse, well, words have been really hard. Still, I promised myself I would finish this sometime this spring, and it felt right to release it around the time of the series finale as a way of paying tribute to the show and the fandom that helped shape the last few years of my life. You guys have been amazing. Your words of appreciation and encouragement mean more to me than you’ll ever know, and I’ll treasure them always. Thanks to those of you who have stuck with me for all your love and support.
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Summary: Killian Jones, the notorious Captain Hook, has been on a quest to kill the Dark One and avenge the death of his first love for over one hundred fifty years. But when he crosses the Evil Queen, he’s magically transported to New York City, a strange land full of fascinating wonders, the foremost of which is Emma Swan, a cynical single mother with no time for fairy tales, real or imagined. A Captain Swan Enchanted AU. (Captain Swan modern AU, Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU. Romance & Adventure. Rated T.)
The stainless steel door slides open with a cheerful ding to
reveal another cookie cutter hotel hallway, and Emma smiles sweetly at the
middle-aged couple that steps off the elevator – this pause on the 14th
floor marking the fifth stop it’s made on its way toward the roof. She heaves a sigh as the door closes once
again and she finds herself alone. Finally.
The elevator hums to life, and she shifts her weight, now free to utter
a dissatisfied sound in the back of her throat in response to the pressure of
the floor on the balls of her feet.
“What is it, darling?” Killian’s voice is soft.
She sighs, examining her reflection in the mirrored walls,
her gaze dropping regretfully to her heels.
“These shoes were a mistake,” she grumbles, wincing at the waves of pain
that the sexy, four-inch stilettos are also starting to impart on her toes.
“I thought you said they’d be fine.”
“Yeah, well, I may have misjudged.” She tips her head slightly and reaches
beneath her hair to adjust her earpiece.
Killian’s voice comes back to her a little clearer this
time. “It’s not too late to back out,
you know.”
Summer’s flown by, and this week marks the final installment of the re-release of this fic for @searchingwardrobes‘ CS Rom Com ‘18! Thanks to those of you who have given this little tale a read or a re-read and have shown it some love. You all are the best. XOXO
This epilogue is the beautiful cherry on top of this Enchanted AU!
Notes: There’s a lot of emotions in this chapter, which makes absolutely no sense because I’m the most emotionally stunted person I know. Though I’m very curious to hear some of the reactions in regard to the last scene because it’s kinda me partially revealing my hand here. Anyway, a special thank you to @shireness-says and @katie-dub for motivating me and helping me through some of my writer’s block. Thanks also to @aerica13 who is my fantastic beta and is the best person to edit with. Thanks also goes to @cssns and @drowned-dreamer for making my CSSNS experience as excellent as it has been. Summary: All of her life, Emma Swan has wanted to know who her parents were and why they abandoned her outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. After the death of her partner, she finds has the means to do so and goes back to the place of her finding to discover the truth. When the trail runs cold, she has a break down and inadvertently summons a selkie named Killian. Emma isn’t looking for love, she’s looking for answers but unfortunately for her, he cannot return to the ocean until she feels happiness. Word Count: 4,200+ AO3: [LINK] Chapters:Prologue | One |Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Epilogue Rating: T+
Night fell and Emma watched it from her window sill, afraid to leave the confines of her bedroom. She didn’t want to leave and discover the magnitude of the damage caused by their fight. She wasn’t prepared to deal with an empty house.
Her stomach wasn’t on board with this however. It made a loud displeased growl, prompting her to finally creep out of her room and pad softly down the stairs. In a brief moment of courage, she glanced in the direction of Killian’s bedroom but the door was closed and she was unwilling to disturb it.
When she entered the small kitchen, she noted the large grocery bag on the counter and a wave of guilt rushed over her. Even though she had left him alone all day with no explanation, he had brought it upon himself to buy groceries without her asking. He had even bought her cinnamon sugar Poptarts, despite denouncing them as “sugar-coated garbage.”
She placed the box down on the counter, head buried in her hands. Once again, the gravity of their fight was weighing on her. She had driven away the one person who had, for a brief moment, given a damn about her. The weight of the loss alongside the hopelessness of her investigation felt like an anchor around her neck and she was slowly drowning.
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.
Huge thank you to the wonderful @cshappybeginning for the amazing poster she’s created for this fic!
I can tell you that what happens in this chapter was what gave me the final push to start writing this story. This is also quite possibly the most important chapter of the whole fic, and it is definitely the one I enjoyed writing the most. I hope you like it 🙂
Storybrooke – Present Day
Killian
remained still, his eyes practically drilling holes in the pawnshop’s wooden
tiles. He was determined to find Calypso and end this centuries-old feud for
once and for all, but his body felt heavier than usual and it was hard to move
his feet. Even if they defeated Calypso, what would he say to his mother
afterwards? There were far too many words to say, too many feelings to share –
and still plenty of answers to demand. When exactly had she arrived in
Storybrooke? Why hadn’t she reached out to him sooner? Why did his and Emma’s
kiss break her curse?
With a
slight hunch to his shoulders, he reached for Emma’s hand. His life had completely
turned upside down in only a matter of hours. How was he supposed to deal with
all of this? How was he supposed to feel about a great part of his life being a
lie?
“All
this time I thought my mother had abandoned us, but she was always with us,
with me,” he muttered, taking some comfort from the way Emma’s thumb
caressed his own. “I have to get to her.”
“Killian,
wait,” she stopped his hasty march to the door, one hand wrapping around
his arm. She could sense how unsettled he was, his droopy posture and bowed
head a clear indicator that he was struggling to coming to terms with what they
had learnt. She knew from experience that jumping into the next crisis without
properly dealing with overwhelming feelings would only make it worse. “I
know how you feel. After I broke the curse, I didn’t have time to process the
truth about myself, because the next thing I knew I was getting sucked into a
hat that took me and my mother back to the Enchanted Forest.”
Her words
had Killian lifting his head, encouraging her to go on. “And while that
ended up leading me to you, I still didn’t have time to make peace with the
fact that my parents were fairytale characters who had never stopped loving me.
I felt like I was going crazy. I don’t want the same thing to happen to
you.”
There was a
soft smile on Killian’s face upon the realization that this unexpected reveal
about his parents was very much similar to what Emma had gone through after she
broke the curse and found out the truth about herself and her family. Kindred
spirits, indeed.
“We
will find your mother, I promise. But you need to breathe first.”
OMG this update was EVERYTHING dfgkjuhjgdsjkg I didn’t see the baby reveal coming and I was so glad when Charming and Snow were so contrite over the things they said to him while cursed. And Rumple, of course he would still be a treacherous bastard, I hope Swan-Jones cygnet beats his ass.
Emma sits on the porch with a glass of lemonade in her hands and a smile on her face. Her husband has taken it upon himself to wash the Bug and this time, he has a very special apprentice.
Hope reaches her little hand into the bucket and withdraws a soapy sponge. She giggles lightly at the foamy mess as Killian shows her how to wring out the excess water. They wash the car together, Killian running his own sponge over the roof and the windows and four-year-old Hope focusing on the doors and wheel wells, which are as high as she can reach.
A morning like this is something that for a long time, Emma never thought possible even in her wildest dreams. But now, as she watches her husband and her daughter soap up her car while also “accidentally” flinging foam at each other, she’s struck by how real it is.
How perfect it is.
And how, in just one moment, she can make it even more perfect.
Setting the glass of lemonade down on the wicker table, Emma slowly descends the stairs and tiptoes up to her husband and daughter. Killian has tossed the garden hose aside while performing soaping duties, a fact which Emma uses to her advantage. She picks up the hose, aims the nozzle at Killian, and squeezes the trigger.
The spray takes both him and Hope by surprise. “Bloody hell!” Killian shouts, shivering from the blast of cold water. Hope looks from her shocked father to her grinning mother and shrieks with laughter. “Do me now, Mama! Do me!”
Emma happily turns the hose on her daughter, spraying her with a gentle mist that has the girl giggling in the sun. So focused is she on spraying Hope that Killian easily snatches it and turns the spray on her.
Hope’s laughter echoes through the morning as her mother and father chase each other through the yard, spraying each other and her in succession.
In no time at all, they’re soaked. “White flag,” Emma cries, waving her hands in the air.
Killian smirks and looks down at their daughter. “What say you, little love? Shall we offer the enemy amnesty?”
Hope pretends to think, her blonde pigtails dripping. “Aye, captain.”
“Very well, then,” KIllian grins and turns to Emma. “We accept your surrender, on one condition.”
A Happy Ending Begins With Hope A Season 7 Canon Divergent
In Chapter 2, in the Enchanted Forest II/Wish Realm you’ll see a rescue, kidnappings, aging, de-aging and a curse. In Hyperion Heights, it’s awake, asleep, happy birthday and what the…….Coming Sunday, Aug 5
She isn’t aware of how close she’s gotten to Killian until she turns and can feel the heat emanating from him. Her breath catches and she hates herself a little bit for being unable to control it.
(Hates herself a little more when it becomes evident on his face that he’d noticed and can’t be bothered to hide it.)
“I, ah…suppose I should get to bed as well,” he says, smile verging on something akin to shyness as he reaches up to scratch behind his ear again.
“Me too,” she murmurs.
“Thank you for the ointment.”
“You’re welcome. Goodnight, Killian.” She steps back into the safety of her room and away from the uncertainty that resides beyond it.
He hesitates only a moment before following after her, reaching for her but not quite touching her. “Swan?”
“Yeah?”
Killian stares at her a second more, but instead of replying, he glances down and slips his hand into the pocket of his coat to produce something for her. Something that makes her stomach somersault thrice over – a sprig of bright blue Forget-Me-Nots.
“Goodnight, Emma,” he says, holding them out to her.
She takes them gingerly from his grasp, fingertips lightly brushing against his as her cheeks warm to the same rosey hue staining the tips of his ears. He turns then, casting a final glance in her direction before he rounds the corner at the end of the hall and leaves her standing there, flabbergasted, holding flowers she’s not quite sure what to do with. A dull, aching warmth pulls at her side, a feeling only overshadowed by the confused and conflicted feelings circling in her chest. He’s long gone by the time she gathers her bearings enough to close her door, and yet, somehow, he lingers.
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