#csssns 2019

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My. Feels!!!!!

I finally got to read it, FINALLY, and man was it perfect!!! I loved it so much!! As you already know, that sentence sent my feels up in the air exploding like fireworks, but the whole fic, the trope, the delicacy in which you used when writing it... boy, my heart is soarin', flying!!

Love After Death: The Afterlife Hotel

a/n: it’s HEEEEEERE, my first piece for this year’s CSSNS! I’m so excited to share all three stories I have for you all this year – it’s just the beginning! Extra special thanks to @captainsjedi for her lovely, perfect art that conveys a sense of spookiness that I didn’t even know I was going for, and to @let-it-raines​ @shireness-says​ and @kmomof4​ for being my eternal cheerleaders – plus all the ladies in the Discord chat! And, of course, @cssns​

Tagging those who showed interest when I posted a snippet in March, or who asked me to – thank you all for your readership! @winterbaby89​ @teamhook​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @jwolf18791​ @killianjones4ever82​ @superadam54​ @kingofmyheart14​ @aprilqueen84​ @capswantrue​ @nikkiemms​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @gingerchangeling​ @welllpthisishappening

SUMMARY:  Emma Swan has spent sixty years in the afterlife believing she was never going to meet her real soulmate, after believing in the wrong name tattooed on her wrist. But when she keeps seeing the same new blue-eyed guest of the Afterlife Hotel around, might she be able to learn how to love again?

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Emma Swan stands at her desk, staring down at the calendar that she’s not sure why they even bother to have in the first place. Time is meaningless here. Sure, the “sun” rises and sets on opposite sides of the building on a 24 hour cycle, but time doesn’t actually pass anymore. 

Except… if there wasn’t a desk calendar, if she was only going by the date in the corner of her monitor screen (though also unnecessary), she probably never would have realized that it was once again the third day of July in the real world. She almost definitely would have allowed the day to pass by uneventfully, would have completely forgotten the same way she wishes she would have forgotten every other year. 

Sixty years. It’s been sixty years to the day since the first time she entered this very hotel. No family, even when she was alive. Abandoned as a child, never finding a family of her own beyond the sole person she believed was her family, the one that she believed was her soulmate — but, in the end, he was her demise, the name she should have avoided instead of married. 

She had a fifty-fifty chance, like everyone else in the world. It was a stupid concept, she always thought it was: her soulmate’s name on one wrist, and the name of her enemy, very likely the name of the person that would cause her death, on the other, just like everyone else in the world. But she learned the hard way that she made the wrong choice, and by putting her trust in the name on her right wrist and not her left, she suffered more than just heartbreak. By trusting Neal instead of running away the moment he introduced himself — perhaps even before that, now that she’s had time to look back over the time they spent together — she was killed.

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