I had a wonderful time talking to you and being your Secret Santa the past month, even if I wasnt able to reach out as much as I hoped. I hope you had an amazing holiday and a very Merry Christmas!!
Hello, Hello, Hello! It is I! Your CSSS! I apologies for not being as active as I would’ve been. I was a busy bee the last couple of days. But you mentioned that you like something something fluffy, I hope you like this! 🙂 Merry Christmas @swanshope
For @the-captains-ayebrows, I was your gutterflower secret santa! I hope you enjoy this little smuffy bit of art, and hopefully it cheers you on this day after Christmas! It was lovely to get to know you. 🙂
Emma and Hook in a Beauty and the Beast-inspired stained glass type piece that I wanted to try – I hope you like it! I’ll upload the lineart for colouring in as well in case anyone wants to give that a go.
Thank you to @katie-dub for this fantastic graphic, and @spartanguard for the great beta-job!
Summary: After breaking the memory spell, Emma dreams of what life might be like once reunited with her family. Now with Zelena defeated and Christmas fast approaching, will her dreams come true? (Holiday sequel to ‘Roses in December’)
Emma’s first Christmas with Henry is spent in New York City, living in an apartment that will soon feel too small. She doesn’t know it is her first Christmas with her son, Regina’s curse filling her head with memories of many years spent caroling, decorating trees, and sitting out cookies meant for Santa, replacing her real memories full of loneliness.
Despite not knowing any of this, she tries to make the holiday special all the same. It will, after all, be the last Christmas they’ll spend just the two of them. The next Christmas, they’ll be three – Emma, Henry, and the little nugget growing inside of her.
Emma has been tempted to tell Henry was going to be getting a little brother or sister for Christmas. But she remembers that kids sometimes feel resentment over these things, and she wants to give him one last Christmas where he is the center of attention. He won’t get another one like that again.
It doesn’t stop her, though, from buying a small ornament in the shape of an anchor, a small present for her baby-to-be. Just because it isn’t born, doesn’t mean she shouldn’t celebrate it in some way. She places it on the tree, and wonders how very different next Christmas will be.
Dear Jen @jscoutfinch! I’m your gutterflower Secret Santa! Here’s my gift for you! There’s nothing really much to say, this is a bit of holiday smut about unwrapping gifts. I hope you enjoy!
“Alone
at last,” Killian sighs after closing the door behind the merry lot
of people, all well-fed, well-entertained, and well-equipped with
bags full of gifts and containers full of leftovers from their
abundant Christmas dinner, the very first one celebrated in their new
home. It warmed his heart to see all those people – people he
considers his family as well as Emma’s – gathered around their big
table, and he’s getting the hang of it, that whole being a part of
something. Okay, accepting the bloody Wicked Witch among them was
a little awkward at the beginning, but then – Zelena hasn’t been
any more wicked than Regina has been evil and he… well. He was what
he was. He admits that it isn’t simple to put a name on that something, but as a matter of fact, they are all part of it.
And, oddly enough, those dinners didn’t suck.
But
as happy as he was, he’s happy now to share some alone time and a few
quiet – or maybe not so quiet – moments with his Swan. To
make a point, he sighs in an exaggerated way after closing the door,
like he got relieved from an extreme weight on his shoulders.
Emma
rolls her eyes. “Come on,” she huffs, “don’t act like you
didn’t enjoy the company. I’ve been watching you.”
He
smirks. “I’m sure you have.” He runs his tongue across his bottom
lip. “I’m flattered.”
“You
always are,” she throws over her shoulder as she carries the last
wayward wine glass into the kitchen and just puts it in the sink.
“You liked showing off with your cooking skills.”
“That
has nothing to do with showing off,” he replies and fills the glass
up with water so it will be easier to clean later, to which she rolls
her eyes and murmurs something like “nitpicker”.
“Oh,
sure, it hasn’t,” Emma chuckles, “same as Regina isn’t gonna show
off at all when we’ll be at her place tomorrow.”
He
tilts his head. “Nothing wrong with a friendly competition.” He
reaches for Emma, and she slips into his embrace, wrapping her arm
around his waist as they return to the living room for a last mug of
hot cocoa – for him, it’s tea – on the couch in front of the
fireplace.
“Alright,
I didn’t dislike the company,” he admits as he slumps down on the
couch, “but I’d prefer quality time alone with you over any party
at any time.”
To
that, she laughs, and the sound is music to his ears. Before she sits
down at his side, Emma snaps her fingers at him when she remembers
something. “Oh, by the way, I almost forgot… I have another gift
for you!”
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