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Slipping Into Your Heart
A Captain Swan New Year's Story

Happy New Year, everyone! This one-shot was written as part of the Captain Swan Winter Bingo event and checks off the box 'slipping on the ice' on my card.
@kmomof4 pointed out that my last posted story Drummer Boys, Reindeer and Romance actually checked off TWO boxes - reindeer and cuddling by the fire. I'll take it!

Special thanks to @hookedmom for her beta work all year.
Story Summary: After three terrible New Year's Eve dates in a row, Emma Swan decides to spend this one at home by herself. But when the handsome, blue-eyed Grubhub driver who delivers her dinner slips and falls on her icy sidewalk, she feels compelled to take care of him.
Rating: T
Words (Ch. 1/1): 6065
Can also be found on Ao3 and ffn
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“Don’t worry about me, Mary Margaret,” Emma Swan said into the phone, as she entered her bedroom to grab her purse. “I just ordered Grubhub. It should be here any minute.”
“I wish you had come over to eat with us tonight,” her friend responded a bit forlornly.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m looking forward to an evening all to myself,” Emma said. She was a little surprised to realize she was being completely honest. “I’m already in my comfy clothes and I plan on watching the new season of The Great British Baking Show with some hot cocoa and popcorn, later.”
“I hate to think of you being alone on New Year’s Eve.”
“I would rather be alone than with any of the guys I had as dates for the last three New Year’s Eves. Those dates were unmitigated disasters, as you well know.”
“Jefferson wasn’t so bad,” Mary Margaret commented.
“Are you kidding? He was crazy as a loon! He showed up wearing a top hat, for crying out loud.”
Mary Margaret sighed. “Well, don’t give up on dating, Emma. One of these days, the right guy will come along.”
“That’s what you keep saying. At least one of us has hope.” Just then, the doorbell rang. “I have to go; my food is here. I hope you and David have a great time tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Enjoy your evening, Emma. Happy New Year!”
After ending the call, Emma hurried out to the living room and opened the front door. Standing on her porch was the Grubhub delivery man.
Emma had food delivered on a semi-regular basis and met many delivery people, but most she didn’t really remember after she closed the door. However, this particular delivery person she had never seen before, because if she had, she was quite certain she would have remembered him.
The man standing in front of her was attractively dressed in dark jeans, a button down shirt and black leather jacket. He was about six feet tall and obviously in very good shape. After taking all of this in, her eyes moved to his face. That’s when her breath caught in her throat, because he was, quite literally, breathtaking.
The bluest eyes she had ever seen sparkled beneath long lashes and expressive brows. Attractive sideburns faded into neatly-trimmed scruff on his strong jawline and chin, and his dark hair curled around his adorable, slightly pointed ears. His other perfectly proportioned facial features completed his handsome face.
Emma realized he was smirking and wondered how long she had been staring at him. Giving herself a mental shake, she cleared her throat. “Uh, hi, I, um…I guess you have some food for me?”
“Aye, lass. I have your order right here,” he said, holding up a large plastic bag.
An accent. He had a fucking British accent.
Once again, she had to remind herself to speak. “Thank you. I, uh…oh, hang on a second. Let me get you a tip.”
She took the bag from him and set it on the floor beside her. Digging inside her purse, she pulled out her wallet. “I should give you extra for coming out on New Year’s Eve.”
“That’s not necessary, madam.”
Riffling through her wallet, she pulled out a five dollar bill and two singles. “Then I’ll pay you extra to never call me that name again.”
He laughed as he took the offered bills. “Thanks very much. I hope you have a lovely evening, E.S.,” he said, referring to her initials from the order information.
“You, too,” she answered, picking up the food.
He gave her a grin, then turned and went down the porch steps. Instead of closing the door right away, she watched him walking down the sidewalk to his car. Just as she began to swing the door shut, she heard him let out a yelp and looked out to see his feet fly out from under him. His arms flailed as he attempted to keep his balance, but it didn’t help. He fell hard on his back, his head thankfully missing the concrete and landing in her snow-covered yard.
“Oh my gosh!” Emma exclaimed, dropping the bag of food, flying out the door, and rushing quickly but carefully to where he lay moaning. “Are you alright?”
He sat up slowly, brushing the snow out of his hair with one hand, while the other rubbed the small of his back. “I think so?” he answered unconvincingly.
“I’m so sorry! I shoveled the snow so the sidewalk would be clear for you, but didn’t notice the ice underneath.”
“It’s okay, lass,” he said, though the grimace on his face told a different story.
“Here, let me help you up.” She offered him her hand and began tugging. He had just gotten his feet under him, when she slipped and fell on top of him.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned.
“I am very, very sorry,” Emma apologized, then dropped her head to his sternum and burst into laughter. She was relieved to hear his answering chuckle.
When she got herself under control, she managed to get to her feet and looked down at him. He lay there smiling up at her. “I better give you a bigger tip to help cover your medical bills,” she quipped.
He rolled over and got to his knees, then cautiously pushed himself to his feet. Standing in the snow beside the slick sidewalk, he tilted his head from side to side, both hands on his back. “That won’t be necessary, Love. I appear to be in one piece.”
“At least let me get you an ice pack to put on your back while you drive to your next delivery.”
“You don’t need to go to that trouble, either. You are my last stop of the night.”
“I hope you’re not too sore for your New Year’s plans tonight .”
He scratched behind his ear. “That’s not a problem. I don’t have any.”
“You’re kidding!” Emma blurted out before thinking.
He gave her a quizzical look. “Why does that surprise you?”
“I just…you…honestly, you don’t look like someone who would have trouble finding a date.”
“Neither do you, lass.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly realizing she wasn’t wearing a coat. “Look, I feel really bad for causing you to fall. Won’t you please come in so I can get you an ice pack and ibuprofen?”
He hesitated, his hands moving to his lower back again. “Perhaps that would be a good idea, if you truly don’t mind.”
“I wouldn’t make the offer if I did. Come on in.” She turned and led the way through the snow to her house, picking up the bag of food once she was inside the door.
The delivery man entered behind her, closed the door, stomped his boots off on the mat, and stood there a bit awkwardly.
Emma set the bag on the coffee table and turned to look at him. “I haven’t even told you my name yet. I’m Emma Swan.”
“Killian Jones,” he said, reaching out to shake her hand.
“I’ll be right back,” Emma said. She went into the kitchen, took an ice pack out of the freezer, and wrapped it in a tea towel. Then she got a bottle of water out of the fridge and grabbed the ibuprofen off of the counter. That’s when she had second thoughts about her decision to ask him in. Sure, he was incredibly handsome and seemed very nice, but criminals could be handsome and deceptively nice, too.
Peeking around the corner of the door frame, she saw that he was still standing on the small rug in the entryway, shifting from foot to foot. Surely, if he were inclined to commit some sort of crime, he would have taken advantage of her being out of sight.
She walked back into the living room. “You can take off your coat and sit down, if you like.”
“I don’t want to drip water across your floor.”
Emma pointed to the shoes on her feet. “If I didn’t worry about it, you shouldn’t either. But if it makes you feel better, you can take off your boots and leave them on the rug.”
He toed them off, then unzipped his coat and removed it.
She set the water bottle and ibuprofen on the table beside the sack of food and sat down on the couch, gesturing for him to sit on the other end. Once he did, he shook out a couple of pills from the bottle and took a swig of water. Then she handed him the ice, which he placed on his lower back.
After sitting in silence for several moments, she leaned forward and pulled the food towards herself. “I ordered enough food for several people because I was feeling self-indulgent. Are you hungry?”
“I couldn’t possibly ask you to…”
“You didn’t ask me, I offered. I’ll go get a couple of plates.”
As they ate, they made small talk about mundane subjects.
“Is the ice helping your back?” she asked.
“Aye, a bit. I think I just twisted it when I fell.”
“I’m very glad you didn’t hit your head on the concrete.”
“Me, too.”
“If the ice pack isn’t cold anymore, I’ll get you another one. I have plenty. I have to keep a lot on hand because of my job.”
“Are you a professional kickboxer or something?”
She laughed. “No, but close. I’m a bail bondsperson who doubles as a bounty hunter, when necessary.”
He whistled lowly. “You must be a tough lass. How did you get into that particular profession?”
“It’s a long story.”
“My schedule is pretty clear, but if you aren’t comfortable talking about it with a total stranger…”
“You stopped being a total stranger when you told me your name,” she pointed out.
He grinned and she felt her insides melting at how it made his already handsome face even more gorgeous.
“I’ll tell you on one condition - that you promise not to pity me.”
“Ah, so it’s a story of tragedy.”
She shrugged. “I guess you could say that.”
“In that case, I promise not to pity you. However, if you want, I can reciprocate by sharing my own tragic story.”
“What better way to spend New Year’s Eve than depressing the person we just met?”
“Indeed,” he said, grinning again.
Emma took a deep breath and began telling her story. “I grew up without a family. I don’t know why my parents gave me up at birth, but they did. I was placed in foster care as an infant and stayed with one family for three years. Just as they were initiating adoption proceedings, they found out they were having a baby of ‘their own’.” She framed the last two words with air quotes. “So they decided they didn’t need to adopt me. I was put back into the system and by the time I was seven, I was labeled emotionally troubled.”
“It’s no wonder, after being taken from the only home you ever knew,” Killian commented.
“I know, right? Anyway, I was moved to different foster homes pretty frequently and was never considered for adoption again. I ran away from my last placement when I was sixteen and got caught shoplifting a couple of months later. They sent me to a juvenile detention center that specialized in vocational training. When I took one of those assessments that’s supposed to match your interests to a career, it said I was most suited for a job in law enforcement, which I thought was absolutely ridiculous.”
She paused to take a drink of her soda. “Then this really tough counselor named Cleo took an interest in me and told me I was wasting my potential by being angry at the world. She trained me to be a bail bondsperson and bounty hunter because I flat out refused to go to the police academy.”
“Do you like the job?” he asked.
“It pays the bills. Most of the time, it’s pretty boring, but once in a while I have to do a stakeout or set a honey trap.”
“Honey trap?”
“Set up a fake date with a skip and dress sexy. Once I gain their trust, or their lust, I cuff them and take them in.”
“Ah, I see.”
She dug her fork into the container of pork lo mein and put it in her mouth. After chewing and swallowing, she continued. “Sometimes I wish I went to the academy, instead of being so damn stubborn.”
“It’s not too late,” Killian observed. “Perhaps you could look into it.”
“Yeah, maybe. I’ve been thinking about it more often lately.” After taking another swig of pop, she asked, “So what’s your tragic backstory?”
“I moved to America with my mother and brother nine years ago, when I was seventeen. Mum was battling cancer and we found a treatment center that seemed more promising than any place in England.”
“Did the treatment work?”
“In a manner of speaking. It gave us more time with her than we would have had, if we hadn’t moved. Her prognosis was less than two years in England. She outlived that by nearly seven years. We had to be sponsored by her cousin in New Hampshire, since her medical visa expired.”
“Did she pass away recently?”
“Aye. Five months ago.”
Emma reached over to place her hand on top of his. “I’m sorry, Killian.”
He sighed, then tried to force a smile onto his face. “Thank you. My brother, Liam, stayed here for a couple of months after her passing, but then he moved back to England. I remained behind because there are still some things I need to do to settle Mum’s affairs.”
“Will you go back home after you do that?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I’m not sure I think of England as home anymore. Liam is there, but he has a girlfriend, Elsa, whom he met online three years ago. They’ve visited back and forth with each other several times. They’re very serious and are discussing moving in together, so even if I move back, I’ll have to find a flat and a job. I already have a place to live here. We’ve been renting a house in the suburbs since we came over. The landlord is a very kind man who is like family now.”
“Do you have a job? Besides driving for Grubhub, I mean?”
“I work down at the docks, helping to maintain the piers.”
“Do you like it?”
“Aye. I’ve always loved being around the water.”
They both continued eating, before Emma asked another question. “You, um…you didn’t mention a father.”
“He’s not worth mentioning. I was six when he left, so I don’t remember much about him or what happened. Liam was ten and he is pretty sure Da left Mum for someone else. He never sent us any money or attempted to see us.”
“Oh, wow. So your mom had to raise you by herself?”
“Aye, she did, but she never complained or spoke even one harsh word against our father. She said she couldn’t be angry or bitter toward him because he gave her the two greatest treasures of her life.”
“She sounds like a wonderful person.”
“That she was. She deserved so much better.”
They were quiet for a few minutes, thinking about everything they just shared with each other as they finished eating.
Finally, Killian broke the silence. “So tell me, lass. How does it happen that you are home by yourself on New Year’s Eve?”
“I’ve had horrible dates the last three years and I didn’t want to increase the streak to four.”
“Do you mind me asking what made them so horrible?”
She laughed humorlessly. “Three years ago, I was with a guy I had been dating for several months. I thought things were going well all that time. Just before midnight, he proceeded to break up with me, saying he wasn’t happy and felt trapped in our relationship. So while everyone was kissing once the new year arrived, I was by myself, crying in a corner of the room.”
“What a complete arse,” Killian commented, an angry edge to his voice.
“Yeah, he really was. I didn’t date again for nearly a year, until my friend Mary Margaret set me up with the owner of a furniture store where she bought a bedroom set. New Year’s Eve was our third date. He was polite, easy to talk to, and wasn’t aggressive. He never even tried to hold my hand or give me a kiss on our dates.”
“Sounds like a perfect gentleman who was letting you set the pace.”
“That’s what I thought, too.”
“What happened?”
“About halfway through the night, he disappeared. We were all at our friend Regina’s house, and when I started asking people if they had seen him, everyone said they hadn’t. It was a pretty big party with close to forty people, so it took me a while to finally realize he wasn’t anywhere to be found downstairs. That’s when I decided to check the bedrooms upstairs.”
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you found him with another woman.”
“Well, I did find him…but not with another woman.”
“Who was he…” Killian began, then realization set in. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope, not kidding. That explained why he wasn’t in any hurry to show me any kind of affection.”
“Wow,” he commented simply. “I wonder why he agreed to go out with a woman in the first place, if that was his inclination.”
“I don’t know. I didn’t stick around to find out. I still haven’t let Mary Margaret hear the end of it, and if she even hints that she wants to set me up with someone…”
“I’m sure you shut that down very quickly.”
“Yep. Which brings us to last year.”
“I can’t imagine it being much worse than the previous two.”
“It wasn’t, but it was still bad. This time, my friend Ruby set me up with a guy she knew. I should have known better, because Ruby is a bit off-the-wall. I mean, I love her, but she is very quirky. Anyway, this guy shows up wearing an orange top hat.”
Killian started laughing. “Did he have the matching tuxedo? Perhaps he was a big fan of Dumb and Dumber.”
Emma joined in the laughter. “No orange tux, but he definitely would have fit right into that movie. We were at Regina’s again and he found out she had a sewing machine and a basket full of material. He spent a couple of hours sewing the scraps together to make this sort of shawl thing. Then he brought it out to the party and performed some sort of dance with it, waving it around like he was a bullfighter. It was the most bizarre thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“I take it you won’t let Ruby try to set you up, either?”
“You got that right.”
“I can certainly understand your reluctance to have another New Year’s date.”
“Which is why I’m home by myself, indulging in copious amounts of Chinese food and binge watching The Great British Baking Show.”
“Is the new season out?” he asked with a note of excitement.
“Yeah, it’s been out for a couple of months but I don’t like to watch it one episode at a time. I hate having to wait a whole week.”
“I can understand that.”
“You like that show, too, I take it?”
“Aye. It was one of Mum’s favorites and we always watched it together. I won’t get to see it this year, though. I’ve been canceling some subscriptions, and Netflix was one of them.”
Emma opened her mouth to tell him he could stay and watch it with her, but before the words came out, she had second thoughts. She didn’t want to give him the idea that she was coming on to him.
As she watched him putting another spoonful of fried rice on his plate, she began debating with herself. The poor guy hurt his back because of her negligence, but he didn’t have any hard feelings. Having him for company was better than spending the entire evening alone, and she was truly enjoying their conversation. Plus, she told him she would be watching one of his favorite shows, so not inviting him to stay and watch it with her would be rude. Wouldn’t it?
“Swan?” His voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“Oh, uh…I was thinking that you could, um…that is, if you want to, you could watch the show with me.”
“I wasn’t fishing for an invitation…”
“I know, and please don’t feel pressured to accept. I just wanted you to know that you’re welcome to stay.”
“That’s very kind of you, Emma, but I don’t want to infringe on your evening.”
“I was looking forward to having a relaxing evening at home instead of dressing up and going out, but I’m okay with you being here. As long as you don’t mind seeing me in my oldest, comfiest sweats.”
“You still look quite fetching,” he grinned. “In all honesty, I was dreading spending the evening by myself, especially since it’s my first New Year’s Eve without Mum. Perhaps slipping on the ice was a fortunate turn of events.”
“Your back may not agree,” she quipped. Plucking the remote from the coffee table, she powered on the television and brought up Netflix. “Make yourself comfortable. My plan was to watch the first three episodes, then make popcorn and hot chocolate. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” he said, following her lead and propping his feet on the coffee table.
“Oh, wait. Before we start, I’ll get you a fresh ice pack,” she said, hopping up and holding out her hand for the melted one.
When she came back, he took the new one from her, commenting, “You’re a very good caregiver, Swan.”
“Thanks, Jones,” she replied with a smirk.
“Apologies. I’m used to referring to my coworkers by their last names.”
“There’s no need to apologize. I have no issue with being called by my last name.”
“It fits you.”
“Thanks. I picked it myself.”
He scrutinized her with a raised brow. “Truly?”
“Yeah. After I ran away, I didn’t want to be tracked down by my last name, so I started calling myself Emma Swan. I had it changed officially once I was older and had enough money to pay for it.”
“How did you come up with Swan?”
“From the Ugly Duckling. I always liked that story and could relate to that poor little duck nobody wanted.”
“But it transforms into a lovely swan, just like you did.”
“I don’t know about that, but I’m happy I didn’t have to keep the name CPS came up with for me. It never felt right to me.” While she was talking, she was flipping through the options on Netflix to find The Great British Baking Show. Clicking on it, she said, “I haven’t missed a single season of this show. The contestants always astound me with the stuff they bake.”
“Aye, me as well. Are you a baker yourself, Swan?”
“Pfft, far from it. I tried to make a cake once and failed miserably. And it was from a box! Apparently it’s important to read the directions. Who knew?”
Killian laughed. “Perhaps you’ll try again someday.”
“Maybe. In the meantime, I’m going to watch twelve people do amazing things and then get kicked off one by one because what they spent hours baking wasn’t perfect.”
“Do you ever choose a favorite contestant?”
“Every time.”
“Is it ever the eventual champion?”
“Never.”
He laughed again. “Same with me. Mum, on the other hand, had a knack for selecting the person who either won it or at least got into the top three.”
“She must have known a lot about baking.”
“Not really. I think she was just lucky.”
Emma clicked on the episode and they settled in to watch, laughing at the co-hosts and making bets on who would be Star Baker and who would be the first to leave the tent. When Killian was right on both counts, he thrust his arms up in the air, exclaiming, “Yes!”
“You must have inherited your mother’s knack,” Emma observed.
“Perhaps she was whispering in my ear,” he said, a slightly sad smile on his face.
She reached over to pat him on the knee. “She probably was.”
Before they started the next episode, Killian asked, “Would you please direct me to your bathroom?”
“Sure.” She turned in her seat and pointed behind them. “Down the hall, first door on the left.”
“Thank you,” he said, standing and stretching.
As he twisted at the waist, Emma asked, “How does your back feel?”
“Not bad. I think the ice packs and ibuprofen helped.”
“Good.”
She watched him leave the room, then took the ice pack to return it to the freezer. After that, she cleared off the coffee table, putting the leftover food in the refrigerator and the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
When she returned, Killian was once again sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. He didn’t seem to notice that she re-entered the room, so she took a few moments to study him. Now that she had a chance to get to know him a little, she found him even more attractive, because she now knew there was more to him than just a pretty face.
Finally resuming her seat, she picked up the remote again. “Ready for the next episode?”
“Uh, give me a second. I just got a message from Liam. It’s already past midnight there and he’s wishing me a Happy New Year.”
“You can call him if you like. I don’t mind waiting.”
He turned his startling blue eyes on her. “Thanks, I think I will.”
Standing from the couch, she said, “I’ll give you some privacy.”
“Oh, there’s no need. I don’t mind if you overhear our conversation. Actually, I think I’ll Facetime him instead. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen his ugly mug.”
She giggled. “Spoken like a true brother.”
Grinning, he put the call through. While he was greeting his brother, Emma busied herself with checking her own phone, responding to messages from Mary Margaret and Ruby, received while she was watching the show.
“Say hi to my brother, Swan.”
Glancing up, she was surprised to see him holding his phone up to her. A man with similar facial features as Killian, but with lighter, curly hair was on the screen, smiling at her. “Hello, lass.”
“Oh, uh…hi. Happy New Year,” she responded.
“The same to you. I’m sorry you have to spend it with my git of a brother.”
“Hey!” Killian protested.
Emma laughed. “Inviting him to watch The Great British Baking Show with me was the least I could do after he fell on the ice on my sidewalk. He was delivering my dinner.”
“He said he fell and you took pity on him. I figured it was because of his own clumsiness.”
A female voice came through the phone. “Liam, stop teasing Killian. He was sweet enough to call and you’re being mean.”
The face of the woman speaking came into view on the screen. Emma saw she was beautiful, with almost white-blonde hair and large, expressive eyes. “Hello. You must be Elsa.”
“Yes, that’s me. Forgive me, but I didn’t catch your name.”
“I’m Emma Swan. It’s very nice meeting you, and you too, Liam.”
“The pleasure is ours, lass,” Liam said. “All kidding aside, we’re very happy Killian isn’t alone this evening. I was afraid he was sitting around the house moping.”
“He’s been very good company,” she assured him.
Killian scooted closer to her so they could both be on the screen. “We should let you get back to your party,” he said.
“Yes, I’m sure Anna will come looking for us soon,” Elsa said.
“Thank you for calling, little brother,” Liam added. “We miss you.”
“I miss you, too, but I do not miss being called little brother. I’m younger.”
“And two inches shorter, so technically you’re little, also.”
Before Killian could reply, Elsa cut in, “That’s enough, boys. Emma will think all the two of you ever do is argue.”
Emma laughed as Killian said, “Happy New Year, you two. I’ll talk to you again soon. Love you.”
“We love you, too. I hope this new year will be a better one for both of us,” Liam responded.
Killian glanced at Emma. “I think it’s getting off to a pretty good start.”
She listened to them finish their goodbyes, a little surprised that his statement didn’t make her uncomfortable. In fact, she felt the exact same way.
*********
They were halfway through the sixth episode when Killian checked the time on his phone. “It’s eleven fifty seven,” he announced.
“Oh!” Emma said, pushing her empty mug and popcorn bowl out of the way to find the remote. “Would you like to watch the ball drop?”
“Sure.”
She quickly exited Netflix and searched for a channel covering the party in Times Square. As they watched the raucous scene, she commented, “I would hate to be in that crowd.”
“Aye, me too. I much prefer being in a quiet place.”
The ball began to drop. When it reached ten seconds to go, the two of them counted along with the mob of people on screen. It hit zero, lighting up the year ‘2024’, then it switched to another camera showing people in the crowd sharing kisses.
Emma glanced at Killian out of the corner of her eye. At the same time, he took his eyes off the television and looked at her. “Happy New Year, Emma,” he said quietly.
“Happy New Year, Killian.” Her eyes flicked down to his lips, lingering for a second before traveling back up again. Then, without conscious thought, she leaned toward him.
The touch of his lips against hers sent a shiver of delight through her. The kiss was brief and left her wanting more, but she pulled back before she could act on that impulse.
Neither of them spoke for several moments. Finally, Killian broke the silence. “Um…perhaps we should finish the episode, then I need to be going.”
“Oh, right,” she said, bringing Netflix back up. They watched the remainder of the show without talking, both preoccupied with thoughts of the kiss they just shared.
As soon as the episode ended, Killian stood up. Emma flicked off the television and stood, too, shifting back and forth on her stockinged feet.
He cleared his throat, scratching behind his ear. “I, um…I thoroughly enjoyed this evening - except for falling on my arse, that is.”
She chuckled. “I apologize again, but I have to say I’m not sorry it led to you keeping me company tonight. It was nice having someone to watch the show with and discuss it.”
“Thank you for inviting me to join you. It brought back good memories of watching it with my mother. I needed that tonight.”
They stood looking at each other for several more moments, then he moved to put on his boots and coat. She walked to the door, ready to open it for him. “Be careful going home. There will probably be some people driving who shouldn’t be on the road.”
He zipped his coat and tugged a blue knit cap out of the pocket, pulling it on over his dark hair. Emma found the addition utterly adorable.
“Well, I guess I’ll be on my way,” he said, stepping toward the door.
“Killian…” she began, then paused. He looked at her expectantly. “I, um, I hate to think that you won’t get to see the rest of the new season. Would you like to come over sometime to watch the rest of the episodes?”
A smile slowly spread across his face. “I would like that very much.”
*********
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out with Mary Margaret and David this evening, Love?” Killian called from the living room.
“I’m sure,” Emma said, coming through the doorway dressed in her oldest sweats, the same ones she wore exactly one year ago. Sitting down beside him on the sofa, she added, “I’m content staying home, doing the same thing I did last year.”
“You mean practically maiming the Grubhub delivery man on your icy sidewalk?”
“Why not? It worked out pretty well for me last year,” she teased, snuggling into his side.
“It’s unfortunate for you I salted the sidewalk, then,” he responded.
“That’s okay. One former delivery driver is more than enough for me.”
“More than enough, huh?” he smirked. “Are you saying I give you more than you can handle, Swan?”
Elbowing him lightly in the side, she said, “Keep it up and when your big brother calls, I’m going to tell him you’re being insufferable.”
“Older brother,” he automatically corrected. “And don’t you dare. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Then behave,” she said, reaching for her phone on the coffee table. “I’m gonna put in our order. Same as last year?
“Works for me, but this time, I call dibs on the pork lo mein.”
She furrowed her brow at him. “Nobody messes with my pork lo mein and lives to tell about it.”
“Have they been teaching you intimidation techniques at the police academy?” he asked, trying to contain his mirth.
She glared at him a few seconds longer, then turned her attention back to her phone, saying, “I’ll put in a double order for it.”
“Grand idea, Love. I’m going to change into my own comfy clothes.”
She watched him leave the room, headed toward their bedroom, then finished placing their food order. While she was waiting for him to come back, she reflected on the past year. It was, by far, the best year of her life. She met Killian, fell in love and eventually asked him to move in with her. For their eight month anniversary, he took her on a trip to England to meet his brother and future sister-in-law. He also encouraged her to pursue her dream of enrolling in the police academy, where she was set to graduate in a little over a month.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Emma blinked and looked up at her love, amazed as always that he was hers.
Grabbing his hand in both of hers, she pulled him down beside her and climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I was just thinking about everything that happened since last New Year’s Eve.”
He tightened his grip on her, running his nose along the slope of her throat. “A lot has happened, all of it good,” he murmured.
“Well, most of it. There was the day I got a flat tire and the time you came down with the flu.”
His low chuckle sounded in her ear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “I was able to show you how to change the tire, and you nursed me back to health, so it all turned out good in the end.”
Placing her hands on both sides of his face, she put enough distance between them to be able to look into his brilliant blue eyes. “You made it the best year ever. I love you, Killian.”
“I believe we made it the best year ever, Sweetheart,” he corrected. “I love you, Emma.”
They shared a long, languid kiss that turned into many more, until they were interrupted by the food delivery. As they ate, they began watching the brand new season of The Great British Baking Show, pausing it to call Elsa and Liam at seven o’clock, which was midnight in the UK. Five hours later, they paused it again to ring in the New Year themselves. This time, their kiss wasn’t tentative like the year before, and they continued the celebration in their bedroom.
As they lay together, sated and blissfully happy, Emma whispered, “I wonder what 2025 has in store for us? It surely can’t be better than 2024.”
“I guess we’ll see,” Killian answered, thinking about the contents of a small, black velvet box, hidden in a pair of seldom worn boots, tucked away in the back corner of the closet.
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CS Fic Rec Monday: "Privacy and Pancakes" by: @laschatzi
This week's first rec from me is a fun one shot by @laschatzi. This glimpse into CS happy domestic life (even if interrupted by overly enthusiastic family members) is just a joy to read. You get to see the two of them between battles, the bond the Charming-Swan-Jones family as a larger unit has established, humor, a bit of spice, and lots of sweetness. This feels like it could fit in anywhere in the late season six canon, almost like a missing moment, or into an alternate season seven where the action had remained in Storybrooke and we'd gotten to see a little more of what that married CS happy beginning had looked like. At any rate, it's a great one to bring a smile to your face, and definitely worth reading if you've missed it before now - or revisiting it if it's been a while.
I tried to create some cover art for it, so hopefully you'll enjoy that @laschatzi:
"Privacy and Pancakes" by: @laschatzi
#cs fic rec monday#csfrm#privacy and pancakes#ouat one shot#cs one shot#missing moment ff#domestic cs#ouat humor and fluff#such a talented shipmate#@laschatzi#cs fic rec
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➤ Pairings: Manon x Fem Reader x Megan ☰
➤ Storyline: Manon's 'odd' crush on a boy named Sunghoon seemingly gets nowhere till she decides to reach out to him. She then quickly learns he's not interested in girls. Instead, Sunghoon points her toward his twin sister Y/N, unknowingly setting off a domino effect. Manon brings Y/N up with her friends in a group chat after her rejection. Soon, things get complicated when Megan also starts falling for Y/N, too. Now, both Manon and Megan are trying to win Y/N’s heart. ☰
➤ Warnings: Reader is lwk mean n boring for a while, Megan is DOWN BAD, Manon is still figuring herself out, drinking + light drug usage mentions, Dark humor (rude jokes, homophobic jokes. Yk how u guys r w ur friends 😒) Readers face claim is triple s sohyun. Reader is also very chronically online and a computer nerd. All for now ! ☰
➤ Genre: Nonidol x Nonidol, College Au, Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst, wlw, Love Triangle ☰
➤ Friends list: JongSeob (P1harmony) Sunghoon (Enhyphen) Yves (Soloist/Loona💔) Giselle (Aespa) Sohyun (Triple S) Katseye ofc ☰
➤ Note: This was originally supposed to be just one silly story with Megan, but then I had a thought about Manon n the plot was kind of the same, so I was like, yk wut .. Let me make this into an smau cs y not. ☰
➤ Status: ongoing / updates every weekend ☰
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riize as high school boyfriends pls jsjssjjss 😭 i need this level of delulu rn
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﹙𖹭﹚ ── 𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖹𝖤 𝖠𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖲𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣
ㅤㅤ𝑐𝑤.ㅤ[ fluff fluff, errr kissing cs they love ya .ᐟ ]
⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . aaa 🩰 anon !! this is sooo cute :[
SHOTARO
shotaro is the definition of a warm hug personified. he's that boyfriend who waits outside your class every day with a snack and a smile that makes your chest physically ache. always a little breathless from rushing, always brushing his fringe out of his eyes, grinning like he just won a prize when he sees you. he’s not the loudest or the flashiest, but he’s consistently sweet in ways that stick :D he sends you videos of puppies in the middle of the night. keeps every note you’ve ever passed him, even the dumb ones about lunch. he likes to hold your pinky instead of your hand when he’s shy. but when he’s feeling confident? arm around your shoulder, soft kisses on your temple, whispering, “you’re my favorite part of the day.”
he doesn’t care if you’re barefaced or late or ranting about group projects. he listens like everything you say matters. and when you vent about school stress, he doesn’t try to fix it — he just holds your hand tighter, kisses your knuckles, and says, “let’s skip school and become professional huggers. we’d make bank.” and on rainy days, he’ll show up at your door in a hoodie that’s too big, soaked sneakers squeaking, holding bubble tea in one hand and his playlist in the other. “movie day?” he asks, already kicking off his shoes. you let him in, of course. you always do.
he hums along to the movie soundtrack, sings softly under his breath until you fall asleep on his lap. and when your parents ask if he wants dinner, he answers with, “only if I get to stay a little longer.” and you swear you see your mom smile knowingly.
EUNSEOK
your elegant, unreadable boyfriend who makes heart eyes at you when you’re not looking and always smells like clean laundry !! dating eunseok is like having a secret — something private and precious and safe. he’s calm, composed, soft-spoken in class, but the second you’re alone? the teasing comes out. the subtle smiles. the way he brushes your hair back and murmurs, “you look tired. wanna nap on me?” : ( he remembers everything. the day you got your braces off. your coffee order. the name of the kid who made you cry in middle school. you never told him that one — he just knew.
he doesn’t flirt the traditional way. instead, he buys you those little fruit jellies you like. offers you his jacket before you ask. calls you “mine” in a whisper only you can hear. he’ll lean down in the hallway and go, “your collar’s crooked,” before fixing it, then winking like he definitely did that on purpose. his texts are rare but always thoughtful. a candid photo of the sky with “made me think of you.” a screenshot of an inside joke. a selfie with a sleepy smile and the caption, “missed you today.”
and when he kisses you, it's like everything around you stills. hands gentle on your cheeks, his forehead resting against yours as he breathes, “you make everything quieter.”
WONBIN
wonbin is the boy you shouldn’t fall for — the one who's too pretty for his own good, always leaning back in his chair with a lopsided smile and a pencil tucked behind his ear. but then he tugs your sleeve during lunch and says, “come hear something I wrote,” and suddenly, it’s over for you. he doesn’t talk much in class, but when it’s just the two of you ??? he’s hilarious. deadpan jokes, soft teasing, the kind of humor that makes you laugh until you can’t breathe. he acts all chill, but you catch him staring sometimes — eyes soft, mouth twitching like he’s memorizing your smile.
his love language is presence. he doesn’t text all day, but he shows up when it matters ! outside your cram school with snacks, at your club showcase with flowers he picked himself. and when he walks you home, he carries your bag and lets his fingers brush yours until you're brave enough to lace them together.in the music room, he lets you sit beside him while he plays guitar, humming under his breath until the melody turns into a love song just for you. and when you joke that he probably plays that for everyone, he just looks at you and says, “only you.”
he’s the type to act unfazed but blushes when you kiss his cheek. and if you fall asleep on his shoulder during study group ? he’ll sit there like a statue, too scared to move, staring down at you like you hung the stars. and when you ask what he’s thinking, he shrugs and goes, “just.. lucky I met you.”
SUNGCHAN
sungchan is that kind of boyfriend who’s everyone’s favorite but only cares about impressing you. he's popular without trying — tall, loud-laughing, always tossing a basketball or joking with teachers — but when you’re near ?? tunnel vision. everything else blurs. he flirts constantly. sends you dumb pick-up lines during class. dramatically offers his jacket when it’s mildly chilly. leans against your locker like he’s in a drama and says, “miss me?” even if he saw you five minutes ago.
he’s clingy but charming about it. will literally throw a fake tantrum if you forget to text him good morning. texts things like, “u like me right? say it or i’ll cry fr” and when you do say it, he replies with ten heart emojis and a selfie of him blowing a kiss. you’ll be walking home, his hand swinging in yours, and he’ll suddenly stop and go, “do you think we’ll still be together after high school?” and when you say, “yeah?” he beams so big you swear your heart skips.
he calls your parents sir and ma’am. helps your siblings with their homework. is unreasonably good with kids. but then he turns to you and whispers something stupid like, “you’re so hot when you’re mad at math.” and now you’re flustered and failing geometry.
he always makes you feel like you're the main character in a high school romcom. he’d dance with you in an empty classroom just because your favorite song came on. and when he kisses you ?!? he grins halfway through, because he's just that happy to be yours.
SEUNGHAN
seunghan is the boy who everyone thinks is a little mysterious, a little too cool, a little unreadable .. but the second you start dating him he’s a mess. a soft, lovesick, chaos-tinted mess. he’ll pretend to be unbothered in public, but the second you’re alone he’s flopping onto your lap like, “you didn’t text me for two hours. I almost perished.”
he’s sharp-witted, a little sarcastic, always teasing you like it’s his job. says stuff like, “you’re so annoying. i’m obsessed with you.” he’ll flick your forehead for stealing his fries but then feed you one himself. calls you a menace but refuses to walk to class without you.
he’s clingy in lowkey ways. his hand is always on you, your wrist, your sleeve, your pinky hooked with his. he’ll act like you’re the one who can’t live without him, but then he texts “come outside” at midnight just so he can see you for five minutes. and when you do ? he pulls you into the softest hug and mumbles, “okaaay. I can sleep now.”
his locker has little things of yours, your hair clip, a folded doodle you gave him, the bracelet you thought he lost. he keeps everything. never admits it. just goes “don’t look in there” and blushes if you catch him.
when he gets jealous, he tries to be chill but ends up weirdly petty. you’ll laugh at another guy’s joke and suddenly seunghan’s like, “wow. he’s hilarious. maybe he should be your boyfriend.” and you’re like, “are you twelve??” and he’s just crossing his arms, waiting for you to kiss his pout away.
but deep down ? he’s so soft for you. sends voice notes when he misses you. stares at you like he’s memorizing your whole face. and when you catch him doing it, he just shrugs and says, “you’re my favorite view.”
and if you ever say, “I don’t feel like myself today,” he’ll pull you into his arms and whisper, “you’re still my person. even on your worst day.”
SOHEE
sohee is your surprise boyfriend. the one who doesn’t talk much in class but texts you entire paragraphs at 1 a.m. he’s lowkey, mysterious, the type to keep his hoodie over his head during lectures — yet somehow, he always knows when you're upset. he doesn’t do PDA often, but when he does, IT’S LETHAL. slipping his pinky through yours during assemblies. tugging your sleeve when he wants your attention. standing too close in the hallway so his arm brushes yours with every step.
he sends you songs that feel like how he looks at you. doesn’t say much with his mouth, but his eyes are loud !!! always watching you, always soft. he has this habit of smiling to himself when you talk, like he’s memorizing everything. he’ll walk you home after cram school, not saying a word, just sharing his playlist. and when you reach your house, he pauses, takes off his headphones, puts one in your ear, and says, “wait, listen to this part. it’s you.”
and when he kisses you — finally, shyly — it’s behind the library, hands in his pockets, lips gentle and unsure, followed by a mumbled, “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”
he acts cool, but his search history is full of “cute nicknames for gf” and “how to kiss without being awkward.” you catch him once, and he turns red to the tips of his ears. “don’t look at my tabs,” he groans. “I was being efficient.”
ANTON
anton is the soft-spoken boy who everyone thinks is shy, until they see him with you. around others, he’s all hushed tones and awkward nods, but when it’s just you ? the warmth comes out. the boy who rambles about his favorite bands. who laughs so hard he hiccups. who always, always reaches for your hand first. he’s reliable in a way that feels rare. he walks you to class every morning, even if it makes him late. carries your bag without asking. has your favorite snack memorized and stocked in his locker “just in case you’re having a bad day.”
he sends you the best playlists — slow songs, comfort songs, songs that sound like laying in bed and talking about everything and nothing. and when he sends you one at 2AM with a message like "this one feels like us," you feel it in your chest. when you’re upset, he doesn’t pry. he just sits next to you, shoulder to shoulder, until you’re ready. and when you are, he pulls you close, presses a soft kiss to your hair, and says, “whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”
he’s the type to keep a photo of you in his wallet. to doodle your name in the margins of his notebook. to tell his mom about you over dinner. not in a big flashy way, just in the way that says you’re part of his life now, like it’s the most natural thing.
and when you look at him like he hung the moon, he blushes hard and mutters, “stop looking at me like that, I might combust.” but he doesn't look away :c
#ㅤ(ㅤ𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂ㅤ)ㅤㅤ𖹭ㅤㅤ𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌.ㅤ#꒰📩꒱ 𝘢𝗇𝗈𝘯 ;; 🩰 . ᰋ ׅ#riize#riize x reader#riize shotaro#riize sungchan#riize seunghan#riize eunseok#riize wonbin#riize sohee#riize anton#riize imagines#riize fluff#osaki shotaro#song eunseok#jung sungchan#park wonbin#lee sohee#lee chanyoung#hong seunghan#riize headcanons
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1. Hi Mods, I hope you're doing well. Do you have any more Non-Yunmeng Wei Wuxian fics. I've read all the ones in the compilation you have.
Thank you so much! @iseverelydislikeeveryone
Crimson Promise by IceQueen95 (T, 148k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, wen WWX, fem WWX, angst w/ happy ending, sunshot campaign, canonical character death)
🧡 Resplendence by FrozenMarVel ( E, 166k, WIP, WangXian, CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX, Crossdressing, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of sorts, Fluff, Explicit smut)
Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 132k, WIP, WangXian, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)
The Phoenix embraced the Sun by Lament_4Piligrim (M, 21k, WWX/WRH, Female WWX, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel Fix-It, Donghua WRH, Good Person WRH, Past wangxian, Older WWX, Six Great Clans, Wei Clan exists, Wei Clan practises demonic cultivation and world being ok with that, Wei Ying becomes Madam Wen, She loves and is loved, Sentient Burial Mounds, Wei Ying adopts Wen Ruohan's sons and teachs them love, Protective Wei Sect, Protective Wēn Sect, WRH has some mental issues, CSSR & WCZ Live, ,Family Feels, Slow Burn, Sect Leader Wen bashing, WWX's got a little brother, Dark Past, Self-Sacrificing WWX, WIP)
When Flowers Spring from Killing Things by windsweptice (B0redaf) (Not rated, 100k, wangxian, Wen WWX, Demonic Cultivation, WWX Has No Golden Core, he's got a resentful one instead, Yīn Iron, WRH pov, LWJ pov, WWX pov, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Sentient Burial Mounds, XY Is A Little Shit, WQ pov, Protective WWX, Protective WQ, Cinnamon Roll WN, Protective WN, LXC pov, BAMF WWX, Burning of the Cloud Recesses, Fall of Lotus Pier, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WN, BAMF WQ, Good Person WX, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Weddings)
With you is all I need to know by mocheng (M, 47k, wangxian, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Dom WWX/Sub LWJ, Older WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, POV Multiple, OCs, Curses, Light Dom/sub, Embedded Images, Case Fic)
teeth pushing together, hands clasped by SpeedingCheetah (T, 24k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LWJ & WWX, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, POV WWX, YLLZ WWX, WWX Adopts LSZ, WWX is BSSR's Disciple, Rogue Cultivator WWX, highly implied lwj/wwx during the war, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pining WWX, triggers are in the notes)
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2. Hey there, lovely people! There are plenty of fics where WWX time travels into the past, but I'm wondering if there are any where he travels forward in the timeline (not just as some sort of 'glimpse of &/or conversation with his future self' deal, but actually ending up in the future). Like maybe something where his 13/16 years of not being around is because he literally skipped over those years? @thispatternismine
Confusion by Vrishchika (Not rated, 5k, wangxian, time travel)
Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) this story doesn't feature a lot of actual wwx (tho he very much plays a part) but technically it fits the prompt and it's a great fic
Through The Abyss by bluesloth (T, 53k, WIP, WWX & JL & JC, Time Travel, Canon Era, Friendship, Drama, Humor, Explicit Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death)
忘不了你的爱 (can't forget your love) by PorcupineGirl (G, 25k, WangXian, Time Travel, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators AU, Canon Divergence, Time Traveler WWX, discussion of canonical character deaths, a whole lot of handwaving, conveniently localized fires, Discussion of Canonical Suicide Attempt, mostly happy but slightly bittersweet ending)
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3. Hiiiii! I’m in the mood for stalker WWX and/or LWJ aaand age difference/power dynamics btw wx :)
Obelus by Celestios (Not rated, 167k, wangxian, rape/non-con, non-con elements, NO rape, Non-Consensual Spanking, Non-Consensual Punishments, Spanking, Punishments, Dubious Morality, Dubious Consent, physical discipline, Physical Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationship, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, mention of violence, mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, dark LWJ, Baker WWX, Bodyguard WN, Mentions of weapons, Gun mentions, Slow Burn, Long, Doctor WQ, Self Medicating, WWX has ADHD, Trauma Bonding, Psychological Manipulation, Gaslighting, Organized Crime, underground crime, Underground business, illegal business)
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4. Hi! a) any canonverse fics where wwx pretends to be a woman?
b) might be overlap with above but fics where identity of yll is a secret? wwx can be though dead or doing a double life, i just wanna see ppl being afraid of this new super powerful player on the board @chellsky
4A)
By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal)
Fruit-Bearing Pool by rei_moon (T, 46k, wangxian, Mpreg, Crack Treated Seriously, Magical Pregnancy, Magical Pool, Out of Character, Inspired by Journey to the West’s Motherhood River, Historical Inaccuracy, WWX became a business mogul to feed his growing family, Minor OCs, Slow Build, Attempt at Humor, Crossdressing, For disguise purposes, Fix-It of Sorts, WWX and JZX being human disasters together, Misunderstandings, WIP)
crushed ceramic by doyeorem (pomellogranate) (T, 10k, JC & JL & WWX, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, Family Feels, Genderqueer WWX, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, i think, Misunderstandings, re: lxc, Disguise, Crossdressing, Whump, but it’s more mentioned/implied then detailed, Sibling Bonding, uncle bonding)
My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining)
deeper than the ink by loosingletters (M, 44k, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX, WQ & WWX & WN, JYL/JZX, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Family, WQ Lives, Not Everyone Dies au, Sibling Bonding, Good Sibling JC, Good Sibling WWX, Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, Cultivation Sect Politics, Communication, Secrets, Lies, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Trans WWX, Crossdressing, Child LSZ, Pre-Relationship, WIP) first in the series of in the name of love
今非昔比 Jīn fēi xī bǐ by XieJianRou (Not rated, 119k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, fem WWX)
4B)
The Scarlet Lotus by rainbowninja167 (M, 137k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Identity, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical war crimes, Yunmeng Bros, the mortifying ordeal of getting seduced by your own husband, nonlinear chronology we die like cql, just kidding nobody dies in this fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication)
only the dead (have seen the end of war) by comforting_monachopsis (T, 42k, WangXian, Temporary Amnesia, BAMF WWX, Sad LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Mild Gore, Medical Inaccuracies, Secret Identity, Loss of Identity, Identity Porn, The Science of Cultivation, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Angst and Humor, Crossdressing, WWX is Bad at Feelings)
if you can’t beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane (T, 228k, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family)
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5. A) wwx older than jyl n jc
B) wwx taking care of/being responsible for jc n jyl
C) anything that fits the song ' we have each other - Alec Benjamin '
5A)
a decade more to breathe by loosingletters (T, 2k, JYL & WWX, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Older Sibling WWX, Fix-It, Family, Hurt/Comfort, WWX is a Jiāng, just a bit of sect politics)
After We Say This series by TiredAndTired (T, 10k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, JC & WWX & JYL, Age Swap, Age Reversal, Good Parent YZY & JFM, Pining, First Dates, NHS Ships It, Give LWJ Friends, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Feels, Secret pregnancy, Implied/Referenced Sex, Mpreg)
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6. For the the itmf can we have some classic there is only one bed / stuck in a tiny space wangxian? Can be canon or au just put them boys in situations!
The Look You Give by alightbuthappypen (dairyme) (E, 8k, wangxian, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Anal Fingering, Bottom LWJ, PWP, Porn with Feelings)
Three Days, Two Nights by ScarlettStorm (E, 21k, WangXian, modern au with cultivation, Canadian Shack, only it's in rural china so the shack is not canadian, Comedy, Pining, snuggling for warmth, Getting Together, Trans WWX, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Frottage, only wwx is a dude so it's not really cunnilingus, it's getting his dick sucked, switch rights) Stuck in a cabin, UST, trans male WWX, good stuff!
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7. For your next itmf I'm looking for fics that features a petty lwj and people, especially wwz and juniors calling him out on it
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8. Helloooo I sent an ask a while back about fics that go into Wei Wuxian using his "A-Xian is three years old!" Phrase as a way to cope with his childhood trauma (like him actually reverting to three sometimes or using it as a way to avoid things...etc). It's been a while since I sent it in and someone did write a fic based on that ask if I remember correctly, but I was wondering if any new fics popped up about it? Please let me know! (Also no sexual age play pls)
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9. hello! thank you for your hard work, and the followers for the help. ITMF a long wwx-centric fic where he is appreciated, and there's very little romance (not much pining and mooning from wwx)
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10. Hey mods ~ A) can you suggest me any fics where Lwj is extremely obsessed with Wei ying ...
B) or Any college/ university Au wangxian but with fluff @selflovingmedj
10A)
A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 44k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX)
Obelus by Celestios (Not rated, 167k, wangxian, rape/non-con, non-con elements, NO rape, Non-Consensual Spanking, Non-Consensual Punishments, Spanking, Punishments, Dubious Morality, Dubious Consent, physical discipline, Physical Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationship, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, mention of violence, mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, dark LWJ, Baker WWX, Bodyguard WN, Mentions of weapons, Gun mentions, Slow Burn, Long, Doctor WQ, Self Medicating, WWX has ADHD, Trauma Bonding, Psychological Manipulation, Gaslighting, Organized Crime, underground crime, Underground business, illegal business) link in #3
10B)
But really, why? by Scrippio (T, 52k, wangxian, modern, college/university au)
how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by bwyn, Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Actors, Multimedia, Online Friendship, Drunken Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Underage Drinking, Drinking Games, Families of Choice, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Catfish AU)
we’ll get him falling for a stranger (or a catfish) by sweetlolixo (T, 38k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Catfish AU, Eventual Happy Ending, Crossdressing WWX, Pining LWJ, Fluff, Humor, lwj is a grade A+ SIMP, Identity Porn)
The Twin Jade Problem by bonyenne (T, 22k, WangXian, LWJ & LXC, Getting Together, Modern AU, College/University, comedic misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Yes a little bit of angst BUT IT IS RESOLVED (relatively) quickly, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Happy endings for all involved, Humor)
(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Mutual Pining, WWX raises A-Yuàn, minimum angst, MAXIMUM GAY, Self-indulgent fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, POV LWJ, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex)
the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation)
Stumbling Into You by Magnolia822 (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern AU, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Practice Kissing, Bisexuality, Coming Out, New York City, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Jealousy, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Past WWX/MM, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Found Family, Unsafe Sex, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning)
The epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan by KizuKatana (E, 58k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of Lan Zhan, 3rd person pov, Su She is hyperfixated on Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan does his best to pretend Su She doesn't exist, Wei Ying isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice Su She exists, MianMian exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex, First Time, Lan Zhan's Horny Grip, Lan Zhan does not know what hit him and yet somehow he still realizes it before Wei Ying, canon wangxian dynamics, Lan Zhan starts off annoyed at Wei Ying, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)
in ever deepening degrees by typefortydeductions (E, 26k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Dom/sub, Non-Binary NHS, trans LSZ, Smut, lil bit of genderplay)
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11. (disclaimer: i appreciate the effort it takes to write every fic, and regardless of /my/ personal preference, the authors and many people love all kinds of fics obviously) so! may i ask for stories that contain some switching, but still have ****good**** novel characterization of lwj and wwx? i usually filter them out entirely due to preference (i mean yeah yiling laozu hot but he's still wei ying) and i feel like im missing out on some good stuff. thank you! (if d/s then dom lwj ofc!)
Not sure if these fit the bill, but they always read as cql but with novel characterizations. And they are so good. Post-cql setting for both:
out in the garden, there's things you hid away by saltyfeathers (E, 121k, WangXian, Possession, Animal Death, mass death event, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt(s), lotta hurt lotta comfort, wwx-centric, unfortunately there's also a bodily fluids warning, just like a lot of bodily fluids, there is sex and it is all in the last chapter, Serious Injuries, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post canon)
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Boy Trouble, We've Got Double by saltyfeathers (E, 59k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Case Fic, betrothed to someone else, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, WWX POV, Protective wwx, WWX centric, explicit stuff only happens between wangxian, (or wwx and his own hand), Masturbation, Alcohol, Consensual Non-Consent, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, straight boy WWX) both by saltyfeathers. A lot of angst in these! All of their Wangxian fics I've read are soooo good.
The Strength to Hold Him by Toshokanin (E, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Tender, horny, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Light Bondage, Anal Sex, A hint of sex magic, Dual Cultivation, Overstimulation, a soupçon of sex tears, Aftercare, Established Relationship)
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12. in the mood for fics where the whipping caused lwj to suffer permanent consequences (more severe than the three years of "seclusion" + permanent scars). bonus points if he dies because of it
Despair by AmiraAlzilu (M, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LXC & LQR, major character death, Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grieving LXC, Grieving LQR, LQR Is So Done, Dead LWJ, Dead WWX)
Restart from the End by EmBlu (IcyDeath) (G, 72k, wangxian, major character death, resurrection, role reversal, canon divergence, yiling wei sect au, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt LWJ, angry WWX, WIP)
the map of days by everythingispoetry (M, 20k, wangxian, canon divergence, angst, hurt/comfort, permanent injury, recovery, disability, parenthood, character study, 13 years of WWX's death)
the anteroom of golden age by everythingispoetry (M, 92k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Disability, Recovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship) Ah I just realised for #12 that the story I recced is actually the sequel to the map of days which you already had listed 🤦♀️ however it can be read as a stand-alone which is what I had done as I didn’t realise it was part of a series. anteroom focuses on wangxian and is set after mo manor, whereas the first story is lwj-centric and set during the immediate aftermath of the whipping and takes place during the 13 years of wwx being dead.
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13. Do you know any fics similar to concord by deastar??
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14. Hello! ITMF any canon-era stories which focus heavily on spells or the more magical side of cultivation? Could be a curse gone awry, WWX creating a bunch of spells, the juniors attending a mysticism class, etc. Thank you thank you!
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15. Hello, itmf for heavy angst due to misunderstandings between WWX and LWJ like something where LWJ doesn't trust WWX which upsets WWX. Would you please suggest 3 or 4 fictions like that? Thank you in advance. @paraffin22
我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 78k, WIP, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan, not LWJ friendly) not bcuz trust issues b/w them, but super agnsty; i cried so much
Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) This is a seriously angsty fic because of LWJ's misunderstandings of WWX and he definitely doesn't trust him. Not sure if that's what they're looking for but it broke me quite a few times.
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16. may i ask for fics similar to this one? (It's we that you are for by Vir_Abelasan)
to quote the author's note: One of my biggest kink is for CR study arc wwx to have a teacher like post-timeskip lwj - just someone who would actually take his curiosities and ideas seriously and build a structure around that instead of just trying to stuff him into an ill-fitting, existing structure. [doesn't have to be teacher lwj]
In Walls of Glass by Comfect (T, 43k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, XiCheng, Good Uncle LQR, Teacher LQR, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, JC friendly, Family Feels, Cultivation Theory, POV LQR, Seriously the only WWX Bashing is in the first chapter or so and is canonical in LQR’s head, Initial WWX Bashing, Eventual WWX Appreciation, JC appreciation)
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17. hello!!! hope you’re having a great day!! for the next ITMF, I would like to see if there are more fics like Confusion, with the immortal cultivators in modern era! @darlingjunebug
不忘 | Don’t Forget by dragongirlG (E, 50k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Reincarnation, Fix-It of Sorts, Identity Porn, Social Media, Devotion, Reunions, Feelings, Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Bondage, Names, References to Canon, Modern Era, Artist WWX, Sexual Content, Pining, POV Multiple, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)
A Grand Immortal Made Me Soup by s6115 (G, 5k, JC & WWX, wangxian, canon divergence, Immortal JC, LWJ, Immortality, Alternate Universe, Yunmeng Duo Days, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Jiang Cheng used his immortality to grow and mature, Wei Ying finally reincarnates and the immortal Jiang Cheng isn't going to fail this time, Jiāng Yànlí's Pork Rib and Lotus Root Soup, Good Sibling JC)
Guide by Rainewritesfanfics (G, <1k, LXC & WWX, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, modern, reincarnation au, Immortality, Brothers, Immortal LXC, Immortal LWJ, Reincarnated WWX, Family)
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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***
#wangxian#mdzs#wangxian fic recs#i'm in the mood for a fic#the untamed#wangxian fic search#wangxianficfinder#long post
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CS Winter Bingo--Square 5 (receiving a terrible gift): A Match Faked for Christmas, ch. 4

Hi there and happy holiday season! In an attempt to continue procrastinating my season 4 rewatch drabbles–and to not feel guilty about it–I decided to participate in the CS Winter Bingo event. I received nine winter/holiday related prompts arranged in a square like a bingo card. My mission is to make a bingo by writing at least three of my prompts before winter is over, but I’m hoping to do better than that! I’m hoping to finish all nine! Given the nature of the event, you can expect a lot of fluff (but then what else would you expect from me, after all?) I’m hoping to keep them short as well, but I’m usually not nearly as successful at that. And without further ado, let’s play CS Winter Bingo!
Rating: G
Word count: 1933
Today’s prompt: Fake Dating: Holiday Edition
Other chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (6)
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Killian adjusted his tie and then glanced in the mirror as he artfully mussed his hair. Giving himself one last glance, he nodded and then headed out the door. They’d made it to Christmas Eve, and it was time to pick Swan up for the Nolans’ annual Christmas party.
A pang went through him at the thought. They’d nearly reached Christmas, which means it was nearly time to end the ruse. Oh, they’d never made firm plans about when they would “break up”, but it seemed to be understood that their dalliance wouldn’t last into the new year.
They’d laughed together as they’d strategized exactly how the break up would happen, each proposing more outlandish suggestions for the cause and manner of their relationship’s demise. It had seemed funny a week ago as they’d trimmed the tree or gone out for coffee or watched a cheesy Christmas movie.
Now, with the reality of it looming so soon, the humor was gone and all that was left was the depressing reality: Despite his better judgement, he’d fallen in love with Emma Swan.
Oh, he’d been attracted to her from the first–even before this sham relationship started–but this past week, getting to know her, getting glimpses of the real her behind the wall she built, spending time with her, had shown that he didn’t merely fancy her. He loved her. He could envision long years ahead with her as his lover and best friend, and it was a future bright with promise.
Instead, within a few days time, it would all be over. Their break up may be no more genuine than their relationship itself, but the pain….well, that would be real.
He shook his head, letting out a long, slow breath as he knocked on Emma’s door. Those were sorrows for another day. Tonight, he had to convince Mary Margaret and David that he and Emma were blissfully happy together. No difficulty there! He wouldn’t even have to act. In fact–
All thought left his head the moment she opened the door. Emma Swan dressed casually in her jeans and leather jacket was beautiful. Emma Swan dressed up for a Christmas party was positively dazzling. After several moments he literally had to force himself to breathe again.
“Swan,” he finally croaked, “you look–”
She smirked. “I know.”
She wore a sleeveless red satin dress embroidered with sparkly snowflakes. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and candy cane earrings hung from her ears.
“So you ready for our big performance as ‘couple in love’?” she asked, as she reached for a white lacy shawl and matching handbag.
He blinked, forcing himself to snap out of it and (hopefully) avoid making a complete idiot of himself. “I think I’m up to the task. Where’s your gift?”
She looked at him blankly.
“Swan, don’t tell me you forgot!” he said. “Mary Margaret mentioned a Dirty Santa exchange in the invitation. We’re all supposed to bring a gift.”
She groaned, slapping a palm to her forehead. “I can’t believe I forgot. Now I need to find something…”
She looked around, rummaging through a bit of the organized chaos on her end table, and then landed on a large, rectangular brick of what looked like it was once fruitcake.
“You think this will do?” she asked holding it out to him.
He took the thoroughly unappetizing confection into his hand and grimaced at its weight. “As what, a holiday delicacy or as a festive paper weight?”
She laughed, taking the fruitcake back and tossing it haphazardly into a gift bag. “Giftee’s choice, I suppose.”
He laughed with her this time. “Well, I suppose half the fun of a Dirty Santa exchange are the…less than ideal….gift options. Where did you even get that monstrosity?”
“Cleo handed them out with our Christmas bonuses this year,” Emma said, referring to her boss at the bail bonds company. “I’m pretty sure they’re regifts from last year–or before, given how hard and stale this thing is.”
“Well, let’s hope the proud new owner of said fruitcake chooses to go with the paperweight option rather than attempting to ingest it. So Swan, are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” she said, putting on a large winter parka. Killian helped her on with her second arm, and then gently pulled her hair free from the coat. It was so soft, so silky, he longed to bury his fingers in it as he pulled her close and kissed her until they were both breathless.
He pulled his hand away and curled it into a fist. Best not let his thoughts head in that direction. He opened her door and gestured her to precede him, before closing it behind them.
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The Nolans’ Christmas party had been fun. It had been a relatively small affair. Aside from Emma and Killian, they’d invited Ruby and Graham, along with Granny, who was doing the catering, Leroy and his brothers, Astrid and Blue, and a handful of others Killian didn’t yet know.
It had been a night of good food, good company, and lots and lots of laughter. There had been only one awkward moment when Astrid had asked how they’d met. He and Emma had answered in unison.
“In the produce aisle at the store, over a grapefruit.”
“I brought him a plant when he first moved in.”
Killian saw David give them a confused look, but he managed to play it off by putting an arm around Emma’s waist, pulling her close, and saying “Well whenever it was we officially met, it was the most fortunate moment of my life.”
She’d smiled up at him then, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say the look in her eyes approached affection, maybe even adoration.
The Dirty Santa game had been a raucous affair replete with all manner of holiday larceny. In the end, Leroy had received Emma’s epicly bad gift. He’d scowled at his misfortune, and then shrugged. “Well, sister, at least now I have something to use to bash people over the head when they annoy me.”
But it wasn’t until the end of the evening when things really took a turn.
“Well look at that!” Ruby drawled, pointing one well manicured finger above the spot where Emma and Killian were standing together. “It seems someone has found the mistletoe. Pucker up!”
Killian shot a startled glance above his head as his heart started pounding. Sure enough, there it was, a big, bountiful sprig of mistletoe. He heard Emma gasp beside him, and he looked down into her eyes, which had suddenly widened almost comically.
“I…uh…um, well, we–” she began babbling a bit inanely.
“I think what the lass is trying to say is that we’re not big on public displays of affection,” Killian answered, his voice not quite steady.
She shot him a grateful look, but if he’d thought that statement would mollify Ruby, he was sadly mistaken.
“Sorry,” she said, sounding anything but. “You get caught under the mistletoe, you plant one on each other. Them’s the rules.”
Killian glanced at Emma’s red lips, his breath catching and his heart beating so quickly it couldn’t be healthy. Kiss Emma Swan? He’d do so in a heartbeat. He’d kiss her over and over and never stop if he had his wish. But above all, he was a gentleman, and mistletoe or no mistletoe, he wouldn’t push her for more than she was willing to give.
He moved his glance from her lips to her eyes, wordlessly asking her permission. She was still for a long moment, merely looking into his eyes, and then she almost imperceptibly shrugged.
It was all the urging he needed, he touched his lips to hers, so lightly and gently the kiss was barely there at all. He pulled away almost immediately.
Only to have her surge forward and capture his lips with her own. He groaned, his arms coming around her, hers burying themselves in his hair as she pulled him closer, closer. The rest of the world fell away as her lips parted and he eagerly accepted her invitation to pillage and plunder.
It was only long moments later when the cheers and catcalls all around them brought Killian back to his senses. He pulled away, chest heaving and, no doubt, cheeks flaming. He brought two fingers up to his lips in awe, as he looked into Emma’s startled eyes.
“That was…” he whispered.
“Not anything I expected to happen,” she answered, voice breathless and far from steady.
It took Killian several moments to compose himself, but finally he turned back to Ruby. “Well, did we satisfy the laws of mistletoe?”
She grinned saucily. “Anymore, and you’d have needed to get a room.”
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David Nolan put an arm around his wife as they sat together on the sofa before their Christmas tree several hours later.
“Congratulations on another successful Christmas party, honey.” he said, turning his head to kiss the top of her head.
“It did go well, didn’t it?” she asked. “And my other project–setting up Emma and Killian. It couldn’t possibly be going better!”
David gave her a curious, slightly uncomfortable look. “Mary Margaret, I hate to point this out; I really do, but surely you realized the two of them are no more actually dating than Leroy and Granny are. The way they didn’t know basic facts about their relationship. The deer in the headlights look they both had at the prospect of kissing under the mistletoe…”
Mary Margaret waved a dismissive hand. “Well of course they’re not actually dating. Yet. That was never the plan.”
“What?” he asked, pulling away and looking at her in surprise. “It wasn’t?”
She laughed. “Of course not! I knew they wouldn’t actually fall for my little Christmas card ruse.”
“So you…don’t….want them together?” he asked in utter bewilderment.
“Of course I do, you silly man,” she said. “I just knew I needed to play a little 4-D chess to accomplish my goal. They needed a shared purpose, a reason to be in each other’s company. What better way than to team up to defeat the over-eager matchmaker?”
David shook his head and laughed. “Let me guess. You figured they’d fake date, but the time spent together would make them realize their feelings were real.”
She snapped her fingers. “Exactly. And did you see that kiss? That was not the action of a couple of people who are indifferent to each other. I’d say we have somewhere between a few hours and a few days of denial, and then voila. The fake relationship turns thoroughly and beautifully real.”
David leaned over and kissed her, laughter still in his eyes. “Mary Margaret, I love you like crazy, but I’ve got to admit. Sometimes you scare me.”
She grinned cheekily. “It’s a gift. Now the only question is where to turn my matchmaking attentions once Emma and Killian are settled and happy? You know, I thought Leroy and Astrid looked pretty cozy at the party tonight…”
Notes: We are approaching the end! Only one more chapter to go! Up next: Emma and Killian have to confront the truth of what that kiss exposed. Is Mary Margaret right? Will their sham relationship turn real, or will they have their planned public breakup? (If you don’t know the answer to that, I might have to question your intelligence, hehe.)
–Bingo note: And with this one, I’ve officially gotten a bingo! I’ve covered all three squares on the right side! Let’s see if I can get another one before this fic is over!
NEXT CHAPTER->
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Ho Ho Ho! It is your secret Santa dropping into your chimney at the death of night to leave you this ask- oops that sounded stalkerish...just like how I stalk your page for your lovely edits! Enough with my terrible attempts at (dark??) humor and let's get into the thick of it (*eyes the KSI memes*). Oops looks like I'm already rolling away from the topic. So my dear giftee I have a few questions for you- what is your favorite captain swan scene and what are your favorite tropes? If you'd like to share a favorite fanfic (or a feww) too that would be lovely. Hopefully this wasn't very question heavy (or bad humor centric)- I'm writing this 5 minutes before my sleigh driving test (yeah don't tell peeta I said it was the reindeer doing the work). In all seriousness, I do apologize for the delay its exam week and I didn't check my email until today. I look forward to your response and I'm hoping you have a great week!
Yours truly
Santa number one million and one
Hey Santa! Nice to meet you! I like your enthusiasm in stalking me, haha 🙃
My favorite CS scenes ● "You traded your ship for me?" ● Their first dance at the ball ● Middlemist field kiss ● Killian's death in 5x8 ● Killian's death in 5x11 ● Elevator scene in 5x20 Some fluff, some angst - full range of emotions 😅 I love time travel theme and love their "Back to the Future" adventure. Also love the whole plotline with Dark One Killian, his death and his resurrection.
2. As for my favorite fanfics I'm a huge fan of the series "Alone, Until I Get Home" now. I love the great balance of fluff, angst, casual family moments and magic curses in it. Also I love "Breathe Out (So I Can Breathe You In)" - it's some kind of character exploration of Killian through his dreams. "Stolen Hearts" - Captain Duckling fanfic with the good balance of adventures, love and smut. "Straight to You" - 1000% angsty work where Killian and Emma were cursed and separated. And she needs to find him and to give birth to their child before his 32 birthday. Otherwise he will die and this loop will begin again. Thank your for your questions:) I hope it will help. Have a great week!
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masc (ish) emma sq recs:
[ seeeee- idk what masc means to you personally. and as a masc (ish) gay myself, i find ems to be just that in most fics out there. these are just a finessed collection of my faves. all of it on AO3. :) ]
emma swan, professional cuddler - misscanteloupe (9chap/39k words/so much fluff) it starts with emma fixing the door.
even though our love is doomed - whistle_silver (oneshot/24k words/lots of music/literally tagged: everything is beautiful and nothing hurts) very emma gentlewoman vibes also simply just a must-read woops
so does that make us both the other woman? - coalitiongirl (16chap/97k words/its both tender and emotionally chaotic/cs and oq are a thing/lots of angst) nothing specifically masc about it other than emma just being herself.
you again - followthatconvoy (24chap/80k words/80s highschool AU/so much drama/fluff and humor) ems is canonically a masc lesbian. like its a whole thing. im making this into a physical book actually.
HAVE FUN!
ahhhh thank you so much! reading these all immediately :)
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Breakfast and eggs
by Anonymous Jayce and Viktor eat breakfast together. Viktor is a tea person and Jayce is a coffee person. It’s summer btw. That’s the entire fic. They eat breakfast and Viktor attempts to crack some jokes (real knee slapper guys trust) Words: 1687, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of My anon fics cs my main is too well known by my irls Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Viktor TALIS get it RIGHT!!!! Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce & Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: One Shot, Married Couple, They’re married trust me, Breakfast, Lazy Mornings, Domestic, Maybe? Idk how to tag, Summer, Viktor is in love with Jayce (League of Legends), Jayce is in love with Viktor (League of Legends), No Sex, Domestic Fluff, Again idk how to tag im sorry if this is wrong, This was ALMOST written in the 1st person because i got carried away by the evil demons but I freed myself of their wrath, Viktor makes corny jokes, Attempt at Humor, Sorry Not Sorry, The dove is alive and singing with the morning birds to lighten their morning read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f29bvU0
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Drummer Boys, Reindeer and Romance
My Secret Santa gift for @mie779

Merry Christmas @mie779 - I'm your Secret Santa this year! I was very excited to get your name and I hope you like the story and pic set I created for you. I tried to work in some of your favorite things. Hope you have a wonderful holiday season!
Many thanks to @hookedmom who took time out from a busy holiday season to beta for me.
With this story, I can cross off one square on my Winter Bingo Board. Stories in that collection can be found here

Story Summary: An empty seat at an elementary school Christmas pageant creates an opportunity for Killian Jones to meet Emma Swan. As they chat between songs, they feel drawn to each other, but Killian has to be brave enough to ask Emma out…and she has to be brave enough to accept.
Rating: G
Words (Chapter 1/1): 5899
Can also be found on Ao3 and ffn
Stories in the CS Secret Santa 2024 collection can be found here
Story begins under the cut
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“Pardon me, lass. Is that seat taken?”
Emma Swan looked up from the program she had been scanning, to see a man standing in the aisle of the auditorium, looking at her expectantly.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“I was wondering if you were saving the seat beside you for someone.”
She glanced at the empty seat to her left. “Uh, no. I’m not saving it for anyone.”
After an awkward pause, he asked, “In that case, would you mind if I sit there?”
“Oh, sorry.” She stood up, letting him pass in front of her.
When they were settled in their seats, he said, “Thanks very much.” Holding out his hand, he added, “Killian Jones.”
“Emma Swan,” she responded, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I don’t think I’ve seen you around Storybrooke before.”
“I live in Portland. I visit from time to time, and stay at my brother Liam’s house when I do. I’m here to watch his and Elsa’s daughters. They’re the two cutest reindeer.”
“Missy and Alice are your nieces? They’re in my son Henry’s class. In fact, I think he has a crush on one of them.”
“Which one?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. They both look alike to me.”
“Well,” he chuckled, “that’s quite common with identical twins.”
She laughed. “You have a point there.”
“Is your son also a reindeer?”
“I wish,” she sighed. “Reindeer are quiet. My son is the little drummer boy. My friend is the music teacher and I’m pretty sure she cast him in that role intentionallly. Her husband has been dying to buy Henry a drum set ever since he was a toddler, but I keep telling him absolutely not. Of course, once my son got the part, he had to practice, so Mary Margaret sent a snare drum home with him. I can hardly wait until this program is over, so I can get that freaking thing out of my house. I love my kid, but he’s driving me crazy with it!”
Killian’s grin stretched wider across his handsome face. “Well, I can assure you that reindeer are not quiet. At least, not in Alice and Missy’s case.”
“I’m sure having two ten-year-olds in the house can be very loud. I only have one and sometimes I swear he’s trying to split my eardrums.”
“With his drum,” Killian smirked.
“You’re hilarious,” Emma groaned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. However, she couldn’t help grinning a little at his attempt to make a joke.
“Are you, uh, are you sure I’m not taking…anyone’s seat?” he asked tentatively.
“If you’re talking about Henry’s father, he won’t be coming. He lives in New York City with his other family. Henry only gets to see him a couple of times a year.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. The less time Henry spends with his dad, the smaller the chance Henry will act like him. After six years, he’s used to taking a back seat to Neal’s other kids.”
She opened the paper she was holding again, scanning the information typed inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Killian leaning in slightly to have a look at it, too.
“Didn’t they give you a program at the door?” she asked.
“They were out by the time I got here. I left work as soon as I could, but barely made it. Liam and Elsa weren’t expecting me to come tonight, so they didn’t save a seat for me.”
Emma swiped across her phone to look at the time. “They’re getting started a few minutes late. That’s typical for Mary Margaret because she wants everything to be perfect. She’s probably still gluing cotton balls onto Santa’s beard.” Scooting over in her seat a couple of inches, she held the program between them. “I’ll share with you. Looks like Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer is the next-to-last song.”
Killian perused the offered page. “Your drummer boy looks to be the star of the third song.”
“Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum,” she intoned. He chuckled.
The lights dimmed and Mary Margaret hurried onto the stage as the crowd applauded.
“Show time,” Emma commented, then straightened in her seat to listen as her friend welcomed everyone.
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Killian shifted in the cushioned chair and tried to focus on what the lovely, pixie-haired teacher was saying. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to pay attention; rather, it was the distraction of the beautiful woman to his right which was occupying his mind. Through no fault of her own, she was making it very difficult for him to concentrate on the acknowledgements of all of the people responsible for helping with the elementary school Christmas pageant.
When she looked up at him after he inquired about the empty seat beside her, he was instantly struck by her beauty. It had been a long time since he gave any woman a second glance. Having his heart broken three years before caused him to swear off of women for good, and he stuck to it.
He may have to rethink that.
Being intrigued by her looks was one thing, but when she began conversing with him, he was struck by how easy it was to talk to her. She was witty and sarcastic, and put him at ease immediately.
When he verified that he wasn’t taking anyone’s seat, it was also his subtle way of asking if she was in a relationship. He had discreetly checked her ring finger and saw it was bare, but wanted further assurance. He was probably assuming too much by thinking her answer about her ex was proof she was indeed single, because she could be dating someone else. But if she was, that man would surely show up to her son’s Christmas pageant, wouldn’t he?
As crazy as it sounded, after knowing her for all of five minutes, Killian was seriously thinking of asking her out.
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Emma could feel the nearness of the man beside her and, shockingly enough, she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she actually found herself leaning toward him.
Her friend Elsa mentioned her brother-in-law to Emma several times, but she had never met him or seen a picture of him. If she had, she definitely would have remembered, because the man was ridiculously handsome. She probably seemed like an idiot when he asked about the empty seat beside her and she didn’t tell him he could sit there right away. She was simply gobsmacked when she looked up at him and had trouble getting her mind to work.
Fortunately, once he sat down, words were easier and the conversation she had with him was very enjoyable. She found herself wishing he had gotten there sooner, so they could have had more time to chat before the pageant began. It had been quite a while since she actually wanted more time to talk to a man. Usually, she wanted them to shut up and leave her alone.
Finding someone to date in Storybrooke was not an easy feat. Not that she put much effort into it. After what she went through with Neal, she swore off dating altogether. He not only broke her heart by leaving her for another woman, he told her he never loved her in the first place and the only reason he stayed with her as long as he did was because she was careless enough to get pregnant. He didn’t seem to realize that he had a little something to do with her ending up in that condition, too. She didn’t regret it, though. Henry was the best thing that ever happened to her. She had been telling herself for years that she loved her kid and he was the only male she needed in her life.
How absurd was it for her to want a chance to get better acquainted with Killian Jones so soon after meeting him?
*********
Killian’s whirlpool of thoughts was interrupted when music began playing and the third and fourth grade students trooped onto the stage to stand on the risers, all of them dressed in homemade costumes for their various roles.
Leaning over, he quietly asked, “Which one is Henry?”
Emma pointed. “The one with the jeans chopped off at the knees, white shirt and a vest made out of a cut up paper bag. Real professional, huh? He reminded me last night that he needed a costume, so it’s the best I could do.”
“I think it’s very effective. He’s supposed to be a poor boy, right?”
They fell silent when a little girl dressed as Mrs. Claus stepped to the microphone to introduce the first song. As Killian tried to lay his elbow on the arm rest, he bumped Emma’s, which was already there.
“Sorry, Love,” he whispered, tucking his arm against his side.
“We can share,” she whispered back, scooting her arm over to give him some room. Under normal circumstances, he would have passed on the offer, but he quite liked how it felt to touch her. Once their elbows were both on the arm rest, he turned his attention back to the stage, where the students dressed as elves were lining up to lead the song Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas, while Mary Margaret was taking her seat behind the piano.
“You were right,” Emma muttered. “Your nieces are the cutest reindeer.”
“Of course they are. They take after their uncle,” he cheeked.
Mary Margaret launched into the accompaniment before Emma could reply.
Frosty the Snowman followed, with students dressed as snow people spinning and dancing on the stage. One snowman twirled himself dizzy and almost fell off of the stage. Luckily, David was quick on his feet, catching the little boy and preventing disaster.
“I can guarantee I’ll hear about what a hero he was for days from Mary Margaret,” Emma remarked as they clapped at the end of the song.
“Your boy is up next,” Killian reminded her.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, scrambling to pull her phone out of her purse.
“Would you like me to take the video so you can sit back and enjoy his performance?”
She looked at him. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all. It would be my pleasure.”
Emma quickly unlocked her phone, pulled up the camera app and set it to video. “You know how to do this, right?”
He chuckled as he took it from her hands. “Don’t worry, Swan. I’m a twenty-first century man, so I do know a fair amount about technology.”
Henry took his place behind the snare drum and smiled widely at his mom. However, once the song started, he was all business, taking his drum solo very seriously. After filming the entire group of students during the first verse, Killian zoomed in on Henry for the rest of the song, capturing his solemn expression as he struck the drum in perfect rhythm.
At the conclusion of the song, Killian turned the phone toward Emma, who was clapping loudly and shouting, “Way to go, kid!” Through the lens, Killian could see the sheen of proud tears in her eyes. He didn’t stop filming until she turned to him to get her device back.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m glad I could enjoy it without having to watch him through my phone screen.”
“No problem,” he assured her. “He did a wonderful job. He just might have a future as a drummer in a band.”
“I hope he’s out on his own by then if he does. I don’t think I could handle all of the practicing.”
Killian chuckled and settled back in his seat to enjoy the next two songs. When it was time for the reindeer to take their place at the front of the stage, he dug his own phone out of the front pocket of his jeans.
“Here, I’ll return the favor,” Emma said, reaching for the phone. “Enjoy your nieces’ performance.”
“Thanks, Love,” he said gratefully.
The song went well until one of the twins accidentally stepped on the other one’s foot, who then pushed the unwitting culprit. A short shoving match ensued between the two of them, until Mary Margaret snapped her fingers at them with one hand, while continuing to play the piano with the other.
Killian scanned the crowd to find his brother and sister-in-law. Liam was trying, and failing, to keep a grin off of his face, while Elsa scowled ferociously at her rowdy daughters.
The rest of the song went on without further incident. When Emma handed his phone back, Killian remarked, “I think the girls might be in for it after this is over.”
“Yeah, Elsa looks pretty peeved.”
“Do you know her?”
“We got to know each other through the PTO, and we’ve become pretty good friends.”
“PTO?” he questioned.
“Parent-teacher organization. We do fundraisers to give the school and staff extra things the district doesn’t provide. We also sponsor fun events for students and their parents, like skating parties and bingo nights.”
“It sounds very beneficial,” Killian commented.
Mary Margaret announced that the final song was Silent Night and after the students sang it through once, the audience was encouraged to join in.
The children, who had just sung Rudolph loudly and exuberantly, now sang the beloved carol with great reverence. A hush fell over the crowd as they listened to the sweet voices. Killian turned his eyes toward Emma and saw her swallow hard, clearly trying to keep her emotions in check. He was a little emotional himself and he didn’t even have a child on the stage.
Killian added his rich baritone the second time through. He could hear Emma’s voice and wasn’t at all surprised that it was as lovely as the lady herself.
As the final notes faded away, she turned to look at him. He smiled and winked, beginning to clap with the rest of the audience. When the ovation was over, she quickly collected her coat and purse. “I have to go get Henry from his classroom. I…it was nice meeting you, Killian. Maybe we’ll see each other the next time you come to town.”
He looked stunned. “Aye, Swan, perhaps we will.”
With a final wave, she was gone, swallowed up by the crowd.
*********
As he watched her walk away, Killian felt like kicking himself. He just let her go, without asking her out or even requesting her phone number. He was sure he wasn’t the only one who felt the connection between the two of them, but now it was too late to act on it.
She did say she was Elsa’s friend, so perhaps he could get Emma’s information from his sister-in-law. That was less than ideal, but it might be his only option.
He sighed, grabbed his coat from the chair and set off to locate his family.
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Emma hated leaving the way she did, but she knew Henry would be waiting for her. Telling her son how proud she was of him, trumped hanging around to talk to Killian some more. She truly hoped she would run into him again, sometime.
She wished she would have been bold enough to ask him for his phone number. Of course, she could always get it from Elsa, but that would mean telling her friend she was interested in her brother-in-law. Emma didn’t really want to open that can of worms.
So as she fought her way through the crowd, disappointment rose up within her because she knew she was leaving behind the first guy who drew her interest in a very long time.
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“Where’s Elsa?” Killian asked, once he found Liam still occupying the seat he sat in during the performance.
“She went to get the girls. I offered, but she insisted. She may knock their heads together after their antics on stage.”
Killian laughed. “Never a dull moment with those two, is there?”
“Not a single one. Thanks for coming, brother,” Liam said, standing up to clap Killian on the shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I told Missy and Alice I would try to make it and I didn’t want to let them down.”
“You’re a good uncle.”
“The best,” Killian smirked. Then his face took on a serious expression. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“Uh…how well do you know…Emma Swan?”
Liam’s brows raised. “She and Elsa are good friends, so I know her pretty well. Why do you ask?”
Killian scratched behind his ear. “I, um…I sat beside her this evening. I never met her before, but I…she…she seems very nice.”
Liam studied his brother for several moments. “Are you interested in her?” he queried.
His brother shrugged. “I just…we had a good conversation and I thought about…”
When he didn’t continue, Liam supplied, “Asking her out?”
Killian shrugged again. “I know. It’s a stupid idea. I mean, I just met her and we only talked for a few minutes, but…”
Liam stepped in front of him, placing both hands on his brother’s shoulders. “Killian, I know you had a rough go of it with Milah, but you can’t go through life never taking a chance again.”
“Emma probably wouldn’t accept…”
“You won’t know unless you try.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. She went to collect her son and then they’ll leave.”
“Then we’ll go find her before they do.”
“Liam…”
“Killian, a man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.”
Killian considered his brother’s words for a few seconds. “You’re right. Let’s go see if she’s still here.”
The pair took off through the nearly empty auditorium. Liam led Killian down one hallway, then nearly ran into Elsa and the girls when they turned the corner.
“There are my lovely ladies,” Liam said, kissing first one of his daughters on the head, then the other. “Good job, my little reindeer.” Seeing the stern look Elsa was giving him, he added, “But perhaps next time you shouldn’t stand right next to each other.”
“It was Missy’s fault,” Alice began, before being cut off by her mother.
“I’ve already talked to you about this,” Elsa reprimanded. “You were both at fault and tomorrow, you will both apologize to Mrs. Nolan.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they chorused. Then they rushed to get a hug from their uncle.
“You came!” Alice cried.
“Told you he would,” Missy said. “Uncle Killy would never let us down, would you?”
“I can’t promise that I never will, but I’ll try my very best not to,” he assured them, one arm wrapped around each twin.
Liam pulled Elsa aside. “Did you see Emma?” he asked.
“Yes, she was picking up Henry at the same time I was getting the girls,” his wife answered. “Why?”
Lowering his voice so their daughters wouldn’t hear, he said, “Killian sat beside her during the performance and they seemed to hit it off. He was hoping to catch her before she left and ask her out.”
Elsa’s expression went from very excited to downcast. “I’m afraid they’re gone already.”
Killian caught what she said and his heart sank. He knew he missed his chance when he let her walk away.
Elsa saw the look on her brother-in-law’s face. “Girls, hug your uncle and tell him goodbye. I’m sure he needs to start back to Portland soon.”
Missy and Alice took turns getting big bear hugs from Killian, then Liam bid him goodbye and took the girls to the car, clearly aware that his wife wanted to talk to his brother alone.
Killian gave Elsa a questioning look. “What do you have up your sleeve?”
“Do you think Emma was attracted to you?”
He shrugged slightly. “I can’t say for sure, but we talked quite a bit and she seemed to like me.”
“The fact that she enjoyed talking to you leads me to believe she does. I love Emma, but she can be a bit prickly. I think you should ask her out.”
“Did you miss the part when you said she already left?”
“I’m going to give you her address, smart guy. Then you can go to her house.”
“Perhaps you should just give me her phone number instead.”
“You will not ask her out over the phone,” Elsa commanded. “That’s too impersonal.”
Killian nodded. “I see your point.” Pulling out his phone, he brought up Google Maps and typed in the address Elsa read from her contacts list. “It’s only a five minute drive.”
“Yes it is, which gives you less time to change your mind.” She gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “Now get going. Call us when you’re on the way home and let us know what happened.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, saluting smartly. When she rolled her eyes at him, he grew serious. “Thank you, Elsa.”
“You’re welcome. Now go turn on your charm.”
*********
Ten minutes later, Killian pulled up in front of the small, unassuming house where the GPS led him. After cutting the engine, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, contemplating whether or not he should go through with his plan.
His phone buzzed with an incoming text.
Liam: Remember what I told you. Don’t lose your nerve.
Killian shook his head and snorted out a laugh. Sometimes it was almost scary how well his brother knew him.
“The worst that can happen is she turns me down. I can survive that, right?” he muttered to himself. “Well, I guess we’ll find out.”
He unbuckled his seatbelt, threw open his car door and climbed out. Then he walked up the short sidewalk, lined with lighted plastic candy canes. After knocking on the front door, he nervously brushed one hand through his hair, then tugged at the bottom of his black leather jacket.
The door swung open and he found himself looking down at the little drummer boy, still dressed in his cut off jeans and white shirt, sans the paper bag vest. They looked at each other for a couple of seconds, then Henry turned and yelled, “Mom! Some guy is here!”
“Henry, what have I told you about answering the…” Emma’s words cut off suddenly when she came into view. “Killian?” she questioned disbelievingly.
“Uh, hi. I, um…I hope you don’t mind me stopping by,” he stammered.
She looked flabbergasted. “How did you know where I live?”
“Elsa gave me your address. I hope that was okay.”
Henry looked back and forth between the two adults. “Do you mean Mrs. Jones? Alice’s mom?”
“And Missy’s,” Emma added distractedly.
“How do you know Mrs. Jones?” Henry asked.
“Killian’s brother Liam is Elsa’s husband,” Emma explained. “Henry, please go turn the burner off under the hot cocoa so it won’t burn.”
“If it’s ready, can I pour some…”
“Absolutely not. Do not touch the pan or anything else; just the knob for the burner.”
“But I…”
She put her arm around his shoulders. “After you turn off the stove, why don’t you go ahead and put your pajamas on. Just give me a couple of minutes to speak to Mr. Jones, okay?”
“You did a fine job on your drum solo tonight, lad,” Killian said.
Henry’s face brightened. “Do ya really think so?”
“Aye. You were the star of the show.”
A wide grin split the boy’s face. “Thanks! I practiced a lot!”
“Your mother told me you did. Practice makes perfect, they say.”
“I guess so. We can be in band next year and I want to play percussion.”
Killian snuck a glance at Emma, who closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. With difficulty, he kept from laughing, before answering, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that.”
“At least one of us will,” Emma mumbled, before reminding Henry about turning off the stove.
“Bye, Mr. Jones. Merry Christmas!” Henry shouted on his way out of the room.
“Merry Christmas to you, lad.”
“So, um, not to sound rude, but why are you here?” Emma asked as soon as they were alone.
He tried not to fidget as he thought of what to say. “I…I really enjoyed talking to you this evening.”
“I enjoyed talking to you, too.”
Encouraged, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “That’s good to hear. So, I was wondering if…if you would consider going out with me.”
“On a date?” she asked, brows shooting up.
“Aye, that’s the idea.”
“I can’t…”
Killian felt his stomach drop.
“...even remember the last time I went on a date.”
“Perhaps we should remedy that,” he suggested hopefully.
Emma pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it in contemplation. “I don’t know…”
“Go out with him, Mom!” Henry yelled from the kitchen.
“Really, kid?” Emma said, clearly exasperated.
Henry poked his head around the door frame. “I like him.”
“Weren’t you told to put your pajamas on?”
“I will. I just accidentally heard what Mr. Jones said.”
Emma crossed her arms and gave him a patented ‘mom look’. “Accidentally, huh?”
He shrugged. “I have good hearing.”
“Only when you want to have it,” she stated. “Now, go do as you were told.”
“Okay,” he sighed, trudging down the hallway to his room.
She turned back to Killian, dropping her arms to her sides. “Looks like you have my kid’s approval.”
He studied her for a few seconds. “What about you, Emma? Do I have your approval, too? Elsa said she would be happy to watch Henry for you if we go out.”
She hesitated, then lifted her chin decisively. “Yes, Killian. I would love to go out with you.”
*********
One year later…
Killian followed Emma down the aisle of the auditorium and grinned when he realized what seats she chose. After sitting down, he draped his arm around her shoulders and leaned over to murmur in her ear, “These seats seem familiar, Love.”
She snuggled against his side. “They’re very special, because this is where I met the love of my life.”
“What a coincidence,” he teased. “This is where I met mine, too.”
Elsa and Liam slid into the seats in front of them. “Hello, lovebirds,” Elsa grinned.
“Don’t encourage them,” Liam cautioned. “I already have to witness far too much PDA from those two.”
“You don’t have to watch, you know,” Killian said, lightly whacking the back of Liam’s head.
“Both of you behave,” Elsa said, as Emma giggled.
“Speaking of behaving,” Killian began, “do you think your daughters will make it through the concert without assaulting each other this year?”
“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Liam said. “I caught Missy trying to hit her sister over the head with her flute the other day.”
“Be happy it wasn’t the other way around,” Emma commented. “Alice could do some serious damage with her saxophone.”
They were still laughing when the fifth grade band shuffled onto the stage in all their Christmas finery, instruments held proudly in front of them. Emma and Killian immediately spotted Henry taking his place behind the snare drum. He smiled and gave them a quick wave before picking up his drumsticks.
“He looks so grown up,” Emma said quietly.
“Your little drummer boy isn’t very little anymore,” Killian observed fondly. He and Henry had a very close relationship and he loved the boy as his own.
“A lot has changed in the past year,” she sighed happily.
“Aye, Love. It’s been phenomenal in every way.”
Mary Margaret, who also instructed the fifth grade band along with teaching elementary music, walked out onto the stage, preparing to introduce their first song.
Emma settled against Killian’s side to enjoy the concert. A year ago, sitting in these very seats, neither of them could ever have imagined what that first meeting would mean to them.
As the band began playing Jingle Bells, Killian pulled Emma a little closer. His chest swelled with pride watching Henry concentrating on his music, as he beat out the rhythm on the drum. This year, Emma hadn’t had to endure his incessant practicing alone, since Killian moved in with them just before Thanksgiving.
Emma saw Killian glancing at his watch once the third and final song ended. “Are you anxious to leave? You know we still have to sit through the sixth grade and junior high bands, don’t you?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m aware. I was just trying to gauge what time it will be over.”
“I’d say the concert will last about an hour,” Liam threw over his shoulder.
Killian slumped a bit in his chair. Then he caught sight of Henry, who was sitting in a reserved section to their right with the rest of the fifth grade band. The boy beamed at him and gave him a thumbs up. Killian winked and returned his smile.
Last year, the evening of Henry’s concert ended with Killian asking Emma out on their first date. This year, he had a different question to ask when they got home, one for which Henry had already given his approval.
He hoped her answer would be the same as last year. If so, they would be sitting in these seats next year as husband and wife.
Kissing her temple, Killian impatiently waited for the sixth grade band to begin playing. He intertwined their fingers, imagining how her hand would look with the diamond engagement ring on it. When she turned her face up to look at him, love shining in her eyes, he knew the beauty of the diamond would pale in comparison to the lady wearing it.
*********
Liam’s estimate for the length of the concert was right on the nose. When they finally walked out of the auditorium, light snow was falling. The conversation in the car on the way home was warm and playful. Henry laughed about the sixth grade percussionist who dropped one of the cymbals in the middle of a song, and expressed his hope that when he got older, he would be the one to make the whip sound for Sleigh Ride.
“Lord, help us through seven more years of band,” Emma murmured under her breath, causing Killian to laugh, despite the nerves that were knotting his stomach.
As soon as they got home, Henry went into the kitchen to get the ingredients out for hot cocoa, dubbing it a tradition after the Christmas concert.
“Is it a tradition if this is only the second time we did it?” Emma asked.
“I don’t know,” Killian answered, “but I do know of another tradition that’s been around much longer.” He pointed at the top of the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
“When did you put mistletoe up there?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“This evening while you were getting dressed for the concert.”
“You’re very sneaky,” she said, leaning in until her lips were just a fraction of an inch away from his.
“And you love me for it,” he grinned.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed before kissing him.
“Pre-teen boy coming through,” Henry announced, squeezing past them. “I’m going to put my pajamas on. Please be done making out by the time I get back.”
Emma and Killian laughed into their kiss. “I think we’re scarring him for life,” he quipped.
“That’s what parents are for,” she replied.
Killian pulled back to look at her. “You consider me to be his parent?”
“You’re more of a father to him than Neal has ever been.”
He surged forward to kiss her again. When it finally ended, he asked, “Do you think Henry regards me that way, too?”
“I’m sure he does.”
“Does what?” Henry asked, re-entering the room, now dressed in plaid Christmas pajamas.
“Do you think of Killian as one of your parents?” Emma asked.
“Well, duh,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Can we make hot chocolate now?”
Emma tried to give Killian a look that said I told you so, but he was gazing at Henry with a sense of wonder over the boy’s declaration.
Once the cocoa was gone and Henry was off to bed, Killian and Emma lay together on the sofa. The living room was lit only by the gas fireplace and the lights from the Christmas tree, while Christmas music played softly.
“This is nice,” she sighed.
He hummed in agreement, stroking his hand up and down her back. His thoughts were preoccupied with the perfect way to propose, so he almost missed what she said next.
“Marry me, Killian.”
His hand on her back stilled as his mind registered what she just said. “Wh-what?”
She pushed up on her elbows to look into his face. “Marry me.”
“Swan, you’re depriving me of a dashing proposal!” he protested.
She cocked her head, studying him. “Are you serious?”
He slid out from under her to kneel on the floor in front of the couch, reaching into the pocket of his sleep pants to retrieve the ring and holding it up for her to see.
Her eyes widened as she swung her feet down to the floor. “Oh. My. God. You really were going to propose, weren’t you?”
“Aye.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Mad? Why would I be mad? Since you asked me first, I’m pretty sure I know what your answer is going to be,” he chuckled.
“You still have to ask. That’s the rule.”
“Whose rule?”
“Mine. Now, let’s hear that dashing proposal.”
He grinned, then cleared his throat. “Emma, you and Henry have changed my life in every way possible. I never knew happiness like this even existed, let alone that it would happen to me. There aren’t enough words in this world to express how much I love you, but right now, there’s only one word I need to hear in response to this question - Emma Swan, will you marry me?”
Tears filled her eyes when she opened her mouth to answer, but emotion clogged her throat, so she nodded emphatically and threw her arms around him. As he held her tight, kissing her and murmuring words of love, she finally found her voice. “Yes, Killian, I will marry you! I love you so much!”
She pulled away, wiping at her eyes. “Henry and I are very lucky to have you in our lives. I know I’m speaking for him too when I say we want you to be part of our family forever.” Framing his face with her hands, she leaned in to kiss him again.
“Do you want the ring?” he asked against her lips.
She giggled and sat back, extending her left hand to him. He slid the ring into place and kissed her knuckle above it.
“It’s perfect,” she breathed.
“You are perfect, my love.”
“Says the man who complains when I leave wet towels on the floor,” she teased.
“Well…nearly perfect,” he grinned.
She held her hand up to admire the ring, the lights of the Christmas tree making the diamond glitter. “We’re engaged,” she said, awestruck.
“Mmhmm. Who would have thought that a little drummer boy and two feuding reindeer would bring us together and give us a happy ending?”
Her eyes met his, laughter and love dancing in them. “Best night of my life, hands down. Until today,” she amended.
Kissing the tip of her nose, he whispered, “Happy Christmas, wife-to-be.”
“Merry Christmas, husband-to-be.”
He stood up and took her hand to help her to her feet. Then they went to their bedroom to share the best gift of all - the love they had for each other.
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My heartfelt wishes for all of you to have a blessed and memorable Christmas!
Tagging:
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@hookedmom @ultraluckycatnd @paradiselady19 @xarandomdreamx @motherkatereloyshipper
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@whimsicallyenchantedrose @earanemith @superchocovian @idristardis @captainswan-kellie
@beckettj @killihan-jones @cssecretsanta2020
#drummer boys reindeer and romance#csff#a secret santa gift for mie779#csss#cssecretsanta2024#cs modern au#humor and fluff#cs fanfiction#cs Christmas story
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Self Promo Sunday: "And All the Trimmings"
These next couple of weeks, I'm going to highlight the Thanksgiving fics I have written over the years. I've always loved the holiday, and there aren't enough fics for it (in my humble opinion) so I've tried to create a few at various times along the way. This one is some Thanksgiving fluff written during 5B as I anxiously hoped for them to return from the Underworld with their hero party still intact and a pirate in tow. Nods to CS, Snowing, and OQ in here; Thanksgiving is a whole family holiday after all! ;p Anyway, I think that’s it, other than it obviously being canon divergent now, since things did not pan out nearly so happily upon their return from Underbrooke. Still, enjoy – and please let me know what you think if you’re so inclined!
**Also available on ff.net or AO3, as a part of my one shots collection "Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts**
by: @snowbellewells
“Charming?” his lovely wife’s voice rings brightly from the loft’s small kitchen right into the erstwhile Prince of the Enchanted Forest’s ears as he bustles through the door of their apartment, arms full of groceries and cheeks red from the first deep chill and frost of the year. “Is that you?”
“Yes, Snow, I’m back!” he calls, bemused smile quirking up one side of his mouth. A chuckle escapes David Nolan’s throat at how happy and excited his Princess sounds. Setting his purchases on the table until he can hang his coat back on its peg, he shakes his head with affectionate good humor and goes to meet her in the kitchen.
If he’s honest with himself, David is nearly as anxious and thrilled as Snow. After all, their entire family, with all its odd, extended members, will soon be gathered here with them for the first Thanksgiving holiday they have celebrated together. His heart swells at the very idea – even if at the same time he has to simply hope the whole thing will really manage to go off without a hitch…or any bloodshed.
“Looking for these?” he asks with happy teasing in his voice as he enters the kitchen, sets the several plastic bags from the market on the counter, and leans over the center island to plant a kiss on Snow’s upturned lips.
“Yep,” she chirps, beaming at him as they part and reaching in to begin unpacking, “I was.”
Charming moves back into the front dining area, preparing the table and making sure they have enough chairs, seeing that the candles and centerpieces Snows wants are out, and letting her get back to her cooking in the meantime. Between the homemade noodles, green beans, and the mashed potatoes and gravy his wife has simmering all at once, Charming is impressed she can keep everything going without setting anything on fire, much less have the whole apartment smelling good enough to make him drool, and he certainly doesn’t want to distract her from it. No matter how long they have been married, or what realm they find themselves in, it doesn’t take long for Snow to prove that she will never cease to surprise and amaze him.
He has just stepped back to survey his handiwork proudly when the doorbell rings. Swiftly moving forward to answer it before Snow comes running, Charming’s smile grows even wider as Henry bursts into the room, greeting him enthusiastically and launching right into a story of their hectic morning. He is followed by Roland, who is practically bouncing up and down, vibrating with rambunctious energy, his deep dimples cracking wide across his face. After their two boys come Robin and Regina, each laden with items that Charming attempts to help take off their hands.
Robin hands over the delectably scented and delicious-looking turkey, beaming proudly as he gives a nod toward the perfectly crisped and golden brown bird on the platter, which has clearly been charmed in some way by Regina to stay warm and ready to place on the table. “Caught it myself, Mate,” Robin says. “Should be a good one.”
Charming sets the turkey on the long dining table he has just finished with, then claps his friend on the shoulder and ushers him in. “I’m sure it will be. Thanks,” he answers.
Robin slings an insulated bag off his shoulder and holds it forward as well. “Regina’s apple tarts,” he explains with both a mischievous smile and a shrug of feigned innocence. The former thief knows the rest of the family’s understandable aversion to the fruit, but he also somewhat adores his beloved’s rather twisted sense of humor and refusal to shy away from her past by making a dish that highlights the difference in her now and just how far she has come. With a wink, he tacks on, “Taste tested them myself, and they’re irresistible.”
The archer moves past, on into the loft to greet Snow and to catch and corral his young son. Regina raises a sculpted brow at David as she enters after Robin, their new little girl sleeping cradled in her arms and a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Though David knows all too well that having a newborn in the home can be harrying, the formerly evil Queen looks as completely polished and put together as always – not a hair out of place. “Charming,” she greets with a wry nod, somehow managing to inject even the simplest hello with her trademark dry sarcasm. They may be on the same side now, fumbling towards being a truly non-dysfunctional family, but he somehow feels that her half-mocking way of using the name Snow gave him will never change, and perhaps – in Regina’s own way – it is meant as an endearment.
Peeking into the layers of lavender blanket bundled around Robin and Regina’s little daughter to shield her from the biting wind outside, Charming can’t help a soft grin at the sweet, perfect infant sleeping peacefully, the softest wisps of russet curls on her little head and her soft, pale pink skin. “She’s lovely, Regina,” he murmurs in quiet awe, not wanting to rouse little Mariana, and feeling a flood of affection for this woman who once hunted he and Snow, wanting both of their heads, but who also saved Snow’s life as a child, and has clawed her way back from the bottom to right her wrongs.
Before he can close the door behind her, Emma and Killian come tramping up the hall stairs, cheeks flushed and both laughing at some unknown joke between them, but greeting him heartily as they see that he is standing there watching. Emma reaches David first, falling into her dad’s arms and returning his hug exuberantly before reaching back to pull Killian in as well when he hesitates, effectively sandwiching herself between the two of them in a three-way hug. The laugh that rings from his daughter’s throat, light and open and at last free of the guilt and pain she had been saddled with for too long, is all David needs to be as grateful this Thanksgiving as at any he can remember.
“Thanks Dad,” Emma mumbles almost bashfully when she does ease back and both she and her pirate boyfriend pull away. They follow him into the house, their food contributions in hand.
“Aye, thank you for having us, Mate,” Killian adds with a dip of his chin as they all step through the door and he shuts it behind himself. He offers his love’s father a genuine smile when their gazes meet, Emma having busied herself with hanging up their jackets and removing her boots. For a moment, David is frozen in place, forcibly reminded of how Killian had looked just a few weeks before, when they had found him in the black depths of the Underworld. As long as any of them live, David fears the sight of Killian Jones which had greeted them beyond the Veil would be hauntingly branded on their souls. Chained to a dank stone wall in the furthest recesses of Hades’ domain, the shade of a pirate that they’d found was not the dashing rapscallion they knew. Though bearing his torment in stoic silence, he had been emaciated and shivering, the dark rings under his eyes clearly showing that Killian had known no sleep nor peace since he left their world. The rest of the rescue party had stood horrified as Emma fell to her knees before him, tears pouring down her face while she reached out to cup his bearded cheeks in her hands. Worse than all that though had been the blank, almost unseeing despair in blue eyes that had always been so full of life; the vacancy in their depths no longer seemed like Killian at all and had truly made their blood run cold.
To see that spark back in Jones’ smiling gaze, and the dark bruises beneath his eyes fading, reminds David forcibly just how much they do have to celebrate before he clears his throat to respond with hoarse emotion. “Of course. We’re glad to have everyone. Snow’s really trying to outdo herself.”
Without further ado, David soon finds his family gathered around the table, talking, laughing and reveling in the warmth and happiness of the occasion. There is good natured ribbing at Emma’s continued inability to cook and a playful debate over whether or not the bottoms of several of the butter horn rolls she had made were more burnt than a nice golden brown. Mariana wakes from her nap and begins to gurgle and coo at everyone she can see gathered around her. Snow gushes over the pecan pie that Emma grudgingly admits Killian had made, complete with perfectly crimped edges of crust and an ornate little ‘KJ’ carved into the crunchy sugared top. “Figures,” Charming hears his daughter grumble with teasing chagrin, “He can cook circles around me with only one hand.”
Snow is quick to assure her daughter that she will get better with practice, but Killian only smirks at Emma, looking entirely as though he wants her to either smack or kiss the grin off his face. “Well, I had to sign such artwork, Swan,” he counters playfully. “You might have tried to take credit for it otherwise.”
The whole table laughs and carries on, but is quickly more absorbed in eating than talking, just comfortable in each other’s presence and enjoying a quiet moment. David looks to the other end of the long table and catches Snow’s eye, perfectly understanding the misty look he finds there. This was all either of them had ever wanted: a family, all together, happy and safe. It is what they had sacrificed so much for their best chance at preserving. He smiles at his True Love, marveling that two other pairs of True Loves sit in this very room with them, and tucks into his own meal at last. Now that they have all found each other, this family has every blessing it could possibly need.
Tagging a few who might enjoy: @searchingwardrobes @kmomof4 @jennjenn615 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @laschatzi @jrob64 @apiratewhopines @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @xsajx @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @optomisticgirl @tiganasummertree @kazoosandfannypacks @booksteaandtoomuchtv @sotangledupinit @anmylica @stahlop @xarandomdreamx @bluewildcatfanatic @winterbaby89 @gingerchangeling @gingerpolyglot @scientificapricot
#self promo sunday#ouat ff#ouat one shot#5b canon divergent ff#thanksgiving fic#and all the trimmings#captain swan#outlaw queen#snowing
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🎄 Ahoy there! 🎄
Guess what? I’m your Secret Santa, and I’m here to whip up something awesome just for you! But hey, I’m not a mind reader, so I’ve got a few questions to help me nail it. Answer as much or as little as you want—spill the tea or just drop me some breadcrumbs!
What’s your favorite thing about Captain Swan? Are you into swashbuckling adventures, tender moments, or something else entirely?
Do you prefer your stories sprinkled with fluff, drenched in angst, or served with a side of humor? Or maybe a mix?
Any favorite tropes you adore? (Enemies-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, daring rescues... I’m all ears!)
Is there anything I should steer clear of so I don’t accidentally land us in the Underworld?
If there’s anything else that would make your gift extra perfect, don’t hesitate to share! Can’t wait to bring some holiday joy your way. 💌
Cheers! 🎁✨
Hallow Hallow!
I knew it Santa was real! See, see *points at imaginary people* Santa is gonna sue you guys for defamation. Now, now its time to put the cringe humour aside and apologize for late response (exams *sigh*). A-KNEE-WAYZ I hope you've been doing well dear Santa- your ask was such a joy to read! Now to answer!
1. This one is hard to answer. I do love the tender moments very much and swashbuckling adventures as well. Like when they went back to the past, camelot or the underworld (almost forgot the season 6 rescue). As for the tender moments I have so many favorites (mostly from season 3 and 5). If you would like me to elaborate on that I will. I don't want to overwhelm you 😭. I have a tendency to ramble.
2. So I am a happy endings girlie (loveeee fluff) and humour is just peak tehee. I don't mind angst (the emotional moments it brings are just so in the feels). Tho knock yourself out I'd love to see anything you come up with.
3. Okay so I enjoy almost all tropes i think. In CS my favorite trope is Captain Duckling (with a dash of enemies to lovers) but in modern Au's- i like friends to lovers (helping each other grow). Oh God (I'm thinking of a million of my favorite fics now 😭). I also like the soul mates trope and I love fics with a Christmas vibe too. Almost forgot the whole dark hook saga too (some of those fics were phenomenal). Basically i like everything 🤣
4. OooooO, I actually do like the idea of being in the underworld (probably not OUAT's tho lol). But yes...umm no tragedies. I also absolutely hate Neal and August and I'd appreciate it if we could avoid tropes like teacher/student or stepcest. Hope that isn't too much 😭
I also want to apologize for this response being a mess 😭 *cries in doing this during breaks*. If you want me to go in detail about anything or just have any other questions let me know. I'll try and answer as quickly as possible. Take care dear Santa- stay safe a hydrated!
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Stupid Questions... (And the Stupid Men Who Ask Them) A New Year’s Fic by @kmomof4

Slipping in one more fic on my most productive writing year yet! @iverna @caught-in-the-filter and @everything-person were discussing an EXTREMELY boneheaded Facebook/Twitter post the other day on the CS Movie Marathon Discord and I decided to write it. I truly hope I did the HYSTERICAL conversation between the ladies justice.
Thank you to @jrob64 for her beta skills and her guidance on the fic as well as her assurance that the fic really is funny and to @hollyethecurious for being a sounding board about what direction to take it in.
I really hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think!
Summary: Neal is an idiot and really steps in it. CS gets together. Everyone’s happy.
Rating: T
Words: Almost 2900
Tags: New Years Eve, Neal is Clueless
On ao3
Tagging the usuals.
@hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @snowbellewells @stahlop @resident-of-storybrooke @jennjenn615 @kingofmyheart14 @wistfulcynic @branlovestowrite @thisonesatellite @ultraluckycatnd @flslp87 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @let-it-raines @shireness-says @kymbersmith-90 @darkcolinodonorgasm @bethacaciakay @searchingwardrobes @ilovemesomekillianjones @teamhook @aprilqueen84 @qualitycoffeethings @superchocovian @artistic-writer @donteattheappleshook @doodlelolly0910 @seriouslyhooked @tiganasummertree @lfh1226-linda @xsajx @klynn-stormz @jrob64 @wefoundloveunderthelight @zaharadessert @elizabeethan @goforlaunchcee @gingerpolyglot @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 @sailtoafarawayland @justanother-unluckysoul @veryverynotgoodwrites @jonesfandomfanatic @deckerstarblanche @the-darkdragonfly @batana54 @purplehawkcaptain @k-leemac @motherkatereloyshipper @apiratewhopines @killiansqueenofthejollyroger @onceuponahookandswan @meat-pie-with-sauce @cosette141 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @fleurdepetite @hookmecaptain @o-wild-west-wind
*I am updating my tag list for ‘23, so if you want to remain on my list, or be added, please contact me either here or on discord and let me know.*
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#stupid questions... (and the stupid men who ask them)#krystal writes#art by krystal#new years fic#captain swan#ouat#cs fic#cs fanfic#csff#cs humor and fluff
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Operation: Poptarts | OUAT fanfic
Fandom: Once Upon A Time Author: cosette141 Words: 1k Summary: Henry was mostly happy that Killian had moved in with him and Emma. His only reservation was that Killian won't stop throwing out his poptarts. S6 Captain Cobra
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a/n: slight tag to "Dark Waters"/S6, when Killian threw out Henry's poptarts.
Henry was mostly happy that Killian had moved in with him and Emma.
It was nice most of the time, having Killian around. For one, Killian was a surprisingly good cook, and surprisingly organized, whereas even Henry was more organized than Emma. The house had never been cleaner since Killian had joined them.
The three of them had dinner together every time Henry wasn't with Regina, and they also had weekend movie nights per Henry's request, since Killian had much to catch up on in that regard. Killian's commentary over the movies and TV shows was usually more amusing than the actual films.
Not to mention the fact that having Killian around had also started to feel less like having his mother's boyfriend living with them, and more like a… father figure. No one would replace Henry's true father, but if anyone could, Henry could easily say that Killian was it.
Not that he was ready to admit that to the pirate just yet, but it was true all the same.
So, all in all, Henry was mostly happy that Killian had moved in with them.
There was, however, one thing that always put that mostly before happy.
And that had to do with his poptarts.
Or, more specifically, his lack of poptarts.
It all started the day that Killian had watched him during the time the Evil Queen was wreaking havoc over the town, and Killian had thrown out two perfectly good poptarts of Henry's.
If that was the only instance of this particular issue, Henry would have been fine with it.
Except, it wasn't.
The next morning, Henry had gone looking for the box of poptarts in the cupboard, knowing he'd had two packs left in it, but the whole box was gone.
When Henry inquired about it, Killian had informed him that the rubbish was gone, that it wasn't 'real food' and he couldn't knowingly let Henry go around eating it, and he'd made the three of them a fish breakfast.
Emma had given Henry an apologetic smile that she'd smoothly shifted to a fake-happy one to Killian when he'd looked in her direction, and Henry had swallowed his disappointment and eaten with them.
Instead of trying again, Henry decided to get a new box of poptarts, and hide them.
Which worked, for all of one day.
Because the next day when he had gone to his hiding spot, under his bed, he instead found a note reading: Can't hide anything from a pirate, mate.
Henry, however, did try.
At first, Henry was more than irritated about it, but it quickly became a challenge to find a place to successfully hide the sugary snacks away from the pirate. But no matter where he hid them, he would encounter a note in the place of each one, some of them congratulating him on getting better at hiding things.
It had shifted from an annoyance to almost like a game between the two of them as the weeks went by, something they'd never voice aloud, and something Emma stayed completely out of, though Henry often saw her rolling her eyes at them.
However, after nearly two months of the back and forth, Henry had finally found a hiding place that Killian didn't; a barely-noticeable loose floorboard in the attic, under two heavy boxes and cloaked in shadows.
For three days, Henry was able to enjoy poptarts without them disappearing.
And as exciting as it should have been, it was now a disappointment not to find a note in their place.
Henry pulled the box out from the floorboard, and stared at it for a moment, rather than taking one out to eat. He suddenly considered hiding it somewhere else that Killian would find it.
"This was a good place, but I'll remind you that you can't hide anything from a pirate, mate."
Henry jumped a mile in his skin, jerking to his feet and spinning around, knocking one of the storage boxes to the ground.
Because Killian was leaning against the doorway, watching him with an amused grin.
"You knew?!" exclaimed Henry, still breathless, his heart beating fast from the startle.
"Aye," said Killian with a chuckle. "A good pirate finds treasure by knowing well the person who has hidden it. And you, my boy, I know quite well."
Something about how Killian said that reminded Henry of how he'd once felt when Neal called Henry his son, his boy. Hearing it from Killian made Henry smile.
Killian lifted himself from the wall, saying, "However, this one did take me the longest to find." He took a few steps toward Henry, raising a brow at the box of poptarts. "You really find these worthy of such effort?"
Henry rolled his eyes. "Have you ever even tried one?"
Killian's raised brow turned to Henry, and there in his eyes was the obvious answer that no, he has not.
With a grin of his own, Henry pulled out a pack, and opened it. He gave Killian one, and took a bite out of one for himself. "Try it," said Henry.
Killian stared at it like it was a deal from Mr. Gold, but when Henry prompted it again, Killian looked at him. But then, something relented in the older man's eyes, as if he was just doing it for Henry, and he took it. Tentatively and quite reluctantly, Henry watched Killian take a small bite.
Henry stared at him expectantly. "Well?"
-././.
The next day, Henry looked up from where he was at the kitchen table, doing his homework, when Emma called his name. She was standing in front of the open cupboard, brows raised high.
"Yeah, Mom?" asked Henry distractedly.
Emma pulled out a box of poptarts. "Um," said Emma, brows still raised. "Really, kid? I don't think hiding it in plain sight will work." She gestured it to him like they were contraband. "Here, hide your poptarts somewhere better."
Henry looked up again, rolling his eyes. "Those aren't mine."
Emma's brows raised again, this time in puzzlement. "What?"
"They're Killian's," said Henry, amusement at his lips. At Emma's shock, he said, "I made him try one. Joke's on me, though, cause then he took the box from me and told me to 'stay the bloody hell away from them cause they're his now'."
Through her shock, Emma laughed. "You're kidding."
"I wish I was." said Henry through his grin.
Emma shook her head to herself, as if she knew she was surrounded by two idiots, and she moved to put them back in the cupboard.
But Henry suddenly had an idea.
"Wait," said Henry, getting up. Emma paused, and Henry held his hand out for the poptarts with a grin that he must have picked up from Killian. Emma seemed to notice the mischief in that look, and she smiled too, handing him the box.
It was time to get a little payback.
Still smiling, Henry ran off to find a hiding place that was even better than the attic before Killian came home.
-.-././.
Emma was in the kitchen when Killian came home that night, after he'd been out with Smee and a few of his crew for the day.
She and Killian greeted each other with a kiss and a brief chat about their days. But afterward, Emma saw Killian go to the cupboard where she'd found the box of poptarts. He opened it, about to reach inside when he paused, realizing it was gone.
He hesitated in confusion for a moment.
But then, a knowing look crossed his face.
And she watched him smile.
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#captain swan#cs ff#captain cobra#killian jones#henry#ouat ff#ouat#ouat fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#cosette141 ffn#humor#fluff#poptarts
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quarantine.
anonymous request.
warnings. quick mention of the pandemic
"hyung! y/n! hurry up!” san shouted, as he fixed the camera and adjusted it before he sat down in his chair. he hears two familiar sets of footsteps as he double checks to make sure the camera is recording.
seonghwa enters with you following right after him and you both sit down on either side of san. said male gives you both a smile before looking to camera with a large smile.
“hey guys! welcome back to another video during this... very crazy time. i’m currently at home, quarantining with my two loves and byeol, wherever she may be. if you’ve been hear for a while then you know who these two are,” san says before taking both yours and seonghwa’s hands with his own, “but! if you don’t then this is y/n,” he raises your hand and you smile at the camera, “and this is seonghwa,” san repeats the action of rising seonghwa’s hand who also smiles at the camera.
“do you guys know what we’re doing today?” san asks looking between the both of you.
you shake your head, “no, you wouldn’t tell us.”
“we are doing a try not to sing challenge!” san says with a smile and both you and seonghwa cringe at the thought of not being able to sing or dance. you both listen as san explains the rules.
“what kind of songs?” you ask.
“kpop,” he answers and you let out a yell with a fake angry expression.
“i’m gonna lose. i already know it,” you say making both boys laugh. “especially if its girls’ generation. they own my heart.”
both san and seonghwa give a ‘what about us?’ look but you ignore them.
“why are doing this challenge?” seonghwa decides to ask.
“because since we can’t leave the house, i figured why not bring back old challenges and this is gonna be the first one!”
“you mean your making a series out of this?” you ask and san nods.
“the quarantine challenges!” he answers and you and seonghwa clap at the name and san smiles proudly.
san then starts the video he had found and right at the start you knew you were going to lose.
“san, why did you pick such a hard challenge?” you whine out as you tried your best to not sing along with ‘i am the best’ as it was the first song.
“it wouldn’t be fun if the challenge was easy,” he says right as ‘growl’ comes on and you see him and seonghwa struggle to not dance to it knowing both males likes this song.
you all were doing good, struggling, but good. that was until ‘ring ding dong’ came and you couldn’t stop yourself from dancing to the song. you immediately stood up and started singing and dancing along with shinee. san allowed you to dance to the song before he paused it.
“i regret nothing,” you say making both males laugh at. “since i already lost does this mean i dance and sing now?”
“i guess so, just do it quietly,” san answers.
“no.”
san rolled his eyes before resuming the video. you continued singing and dancing in your seat, having the time of your life as you did. you gasped when ‘step’ by kara came on. this was the first song you three learned together, so the boys could only watch in pain as you danced.
“ah! this is so hard!” seonghwa says after the song finished and you went back to just dancing in your seat.
it was around the twenty minute mark when orange caramel came on and you immediately stood up dancing. seonghwa couldn’t take it anymore and stood up before joining you the dance.
“ah! hyung, we only had four minutes left!” san said as he paused the video.
“i know, i couldn’t help it. that’s mine and y/n’s favorite song to sing together, so i couldn’t ignore it,” seonghwa said making you let out a soft aw at him.
“well, it looks like i win. to be honest, i thought you were going to win, hyung, but i guess not,” san says and you all laugh. “well i guess that’s it for this video for my new series ‘quarantine challenges’ make sure to like, comment, and subscribe and tell whether you won or lost the challenge. link to video will be in the description below! bye, guys!” san says waving to the camera. you and seonghwa also wave to the camera as san reaches over and turns it off.
#🍟 : frye challenge#poly ateez x reader#poly ateez#ateez x reader#ateez blurbs#ateez imagines#ateez fluff#ateez humor#ateez youtuber au#cs.#psh.#polyteez.
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Relationships: Player & Team
Words: 10,100
Tags: mission fic, aged up characters (8 years post canon), team as family, canon continuation, part two of geography teacher Player universe
Summary: With his first year of teaching under his belt, Player is looking forward to a little more free time during the summer - and that free time will be spent helping his team make sure VILE remains behind bars. They have plans already to intercept a caper, but that's not until tomorrow.
For now its an evening of relaxing after a long day at work.
Until his phones start ringing off the hook.
Player is reminded that his team - the whole team - needs him in more ways than one.
#Carmen sandiego 2019#cs player#carmen sandiego#cs fanfic#rueitae#there is so much warm fuzzy feels#geography teacher player universe#all this is#is fluff and humor with a dash of angst#everyone loves their hacker
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