365 Days of OUAT Fics

So for those of you who don’t know, I have been in a fanfiction mood lately. Whether it be writing it or reading it, I have been addicted. Which is weird because I never thought I would like it, that’s why I’ve always avoided it until last month. My New Year’s resolution is to write more. Since I am a journalism student and I write for the student newspaper and am a writer for Talk Nerdy With Us and Hollywood News Source, I am constantly writing. However, it’s never fictional and that’s what I want to focus on.

My plan is to write a one shot every day. Spanning from 250-1000 words. Whatever I have time for that day. I want to have different prompts to write about and different ships. Not merely just Captain Swan, although it’ll probably be mostly that!

What I’m asking for is for you all to comment, tweet me a prompt that you would like a one shot about. Any ship (as long as it’s canon), any interaction, any plot, whatever. Just let me know!

I will be posting on my fanfiction account starting January 1!

Hopefully I’ll be able to stick with this since college is a bit demanding, but I’m optimistic!

Fourth of July in Storybrooke

Happy 4th of July! In honor of today’s holiday, I will write a themed one shot.

Snow spreads out blankets scattered through the park. As the mayor, Regina agreed to have a fireworks show for the Fourth of July. With the recent events of Storybrooke, Snow thought it would be best to have a celebration to clear everyone’s heads. David sits on a blanket with baby Neal in his arms.

The night is growing dark, the Sun setting overhead. Emma and Killian walk hand-in-hand. Killian walks towards David as Emma makes her way to Snow. She smiles at her mom, giving her a light hug.

“You really went all out,” Emma tells Snow. “Has Henry showed up yet?”

Snow shakes her head. “As long as he’s staying with Regina, it’s a given they’ll be late.”

“Of course,” Emma nods her head in agreement. “Because a Queen is never early.”

Emma puts her hand on her mom’s shoulder before making her way back to Killian. He’s sitting beside David on a blanket as Neal wails loudly. Emma sits beside Killian, reaching over to take her crying brother from her father. She rocks him slightly back and forth.

“You’re a natural, Swan.” Killian takes one of Neal’s hands in his, smiling down at the kid.

She smirks at him. “Well.”

Henry comes running toward them with Regina in tow. It still surprises Emma how much of a child he is when he can also be such an angsty teen. He sits down on the blanket in front of them, facing them all. Snow comes over now, greeting people as they walk past. Regina looks distastefully at everyone sitting on the ground.

“I should have brought a chair,” she remarks.

Killian rolls his eyes. “Well your majesty, we must have forgotten your royal throne.”

Emma bumps him with her shoulder. “Sitting on the ground watching is the only way to do Fourth of July.”

“Maybe back in wherever you grew up.”

Snow takes Neal back into her arms, snuggling him close. It’s a bit cool tonight, but a perfect night nonetheless. Emma scoots back into Killian’s arm and he rests his head atop hers. Regina pulls Henry close to her side. The fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky. Bursts of color explode, making it a magical sight.

One of the dwarves lets out a loud shriek at the loudness of the fireworks. Grumpy then begins yelling at him to calm down. Killian rubs his hand down Emma’s arms, mesmerized by the fireworks display. Being at sea most of his life didn’t give him the chance to enjoy such simple activities. Of course, the Enchanted Forest wasn’t exactly well-known for their fireworks display. I doubt many of Storybrooke’s residents are all that familiar with them. Well, besides Emma. She leans against Killian, letting out a small sigh. He can see the look of love in her eyes every time she looks at Henry and Neal. It makes him wonder if she would want another child. It’s something Killian has thought about. To have a child with the woman he loves. Hopefully they would turn out to be more like Emma than himself.

Twenty minutes later, the last firework goes off. Everyone starts packing up their belongings. Henry helps Regina from the grass and she mumbles something about her wrinkled skirt.

Killian pulls Emma up with the help of his hook. She looks tired, so he puts his arm around her shoulders and they start walking home. The dwarves are all arguing about something as they head back into the town. David and Snow gather the last of the blankets and walk back to their loft.

The sounds of fireworks sound in the distance. The sky a beautiful blackness with stars illuminating the sky.

Domestic Captain Swan One Shot

Between darkness and the Underworld, Emma has been waiting to get a good nights rest. She hasn’t been able to do so in weeks. Now that they’re back from New York City, she has every intention of sleeping in for as long as she can. She even took a day off of work to lounge around the house. David, thankfully, volunteered to work for her.

Killain stirs beside Emma. Much like her, he’s also had a hard few weeks. They both deserve more than anything a quiet moment. Emma picks her head off pillow, glacing over at him still asleep. His hook is on the bedside table. It’s a different look for him without his hook attached. She puts her head back on the pillow, watching as he sleeps. Snuggling closer to him, she tucks her head against his chest. His breathing is slow as a smile appears on his lips.

“Morning, love.”

Emma smiles against his chest. “Hi.” This is the first time they’re awaking in one another’s arms in their own house. It’s a feeling that makes Emma’s stomach flutter. They’re finally taking the next step in their relationship. The step they were supposed to make before Emma had no choice but to turn them both into the Dark Ones. She was supposed to ban darkness forever and then start their future. But it didn’t go as plan.

“I’m going to make some coffee,” Emma starts to get up, but Killian tugs her back down onto the bed. He kisses her deeply, almost making her forget about anything else.

“Or we could stay here all day,” he suggests.

As much as Emma would love that, she desperately needs some coffee. Not even the ten plus hours of sleep they got is enough to make her awake. Coffee is the only guarantee that will make her not pass out. She manages to get out of bed a couple of minutes later. Grabbing her robe, she ties it tightly and makes her way to their kitchen. The last time she used the kitchen was when she was the Dark One. Everything is still where she left it. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she finds the coffee pot in one of the cabinets. Then she goes in search for some coffee beans and creamer. Once she finds all of it, she inhales the distinct smell of French Roast coffee. Getting two mugs out, she fills them halfway and adds creamer. Just as she goes to bring them upstairs, Killian comes down. His hair is still tousled, making him even more attractive. He wears pajama pants without a shirt, but his hook is back on his hand.

“I was just about to come upstairs,” she hands him his mug.

He takes it from her, setting it on the table. He reaches into his pajama bottoms for his flask. Emma resists the urge to roll her eyes. Only he would make his coffee Irish at ten in the morning. He offers her some, but she declines. Creamer is just as good as his rum. Plus, she’s never been much of a morning drinker.

“It’s ten in the morning, Killian.” She says sternly as she sips her coffee.

He sits down across from her at the table, winking. “Aye, love, but I need it after…everything.”

“Do you uh-” she takes another sip of her coffee. “Want to talk about it?’

His eyes divert away from her, staring intently at the table. “I’d rather not, love.”

She nods her head, understanding. Her mom and dad have continuously asked her if she ever wanted to talk about her days as the Dark One. It’s a time in her life she would love to bury deep and never see or talk about again. It wouldn’t be fair for her to force Killian to talk about his experiences either. If he wants to, he can.

“It’s okay.” The room ensues with silence, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence, it’s one she could get used to. “Do you remember that day in Camelot when you took me on the horse?”

Killian raises his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Swan.”

She rolls her eyes. “Killian…I was talking about those flowers. I want to plant some in the garden. Do you remember what they were?”

“No, but I remember-” the sound of the doorbell cuts him off. Just as well because Emma knows he was about to say something suggestive. You can never take the pirate out of a man.

Emma places her hand on his shoulder, letting him know she’ll get the door. “Put a shirt on, Killian.”

He pushes himself out from the chair. “Why, love? You can’t handle it? Afraid you might-”

She gives him a pointed look, shooing him away so she can open the door. She peeks through the peephole of the door, surprised to see Regina on the other side of it. Henry nowhere to be seen. She isn’t the first person she wanted to see this morning.

“Regina.” Emma greets her, gesturing her to come in.

Killian bounds back down the stairs. “Here I thought it was someone important at the door.”

“Nice to see you have that dazzling personality back,” Regina snaps at Killian. “Remember that hook can easily be replaced.”

“Enough you two,” Emma puts her hands up. “Sometimes you guys act like Henry and his friends. What brings you here?”

Regina folds her hands in front of her, a nervous expression on her face. “It seems the Evil Queen isn’t dead after all.”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?” Killian asks, anger evident in his voice.

Emma’s face goes slack at the mention of the Evil Queen’s name. “I would also like to know what you mean by that.”

“She’s back. Somehow. I don’t know, but she’s here to shred everyone’s happy endings.”

Killian and Emma look between each other. Emma goes over to Killian, taking his hand in hers. “Whatever we need to do to defeat her, we will. And we will defeat her. For good.”

Regina herself looks terrified. “It’s not that easy; if she couldn’t be killed when I crushed her heart, how the hell can she be defeated?”

“By having hope.” Killian takes a page from the hero’s book.

Emma smiles reassuringly at her true love. “Exactly.”



Emma & Hook’s First Valentine’s Day

*I am all over the place with these one-shots. There is no timeline for these stories. Also this is PG-13. I know, I am venturing out of my fluff.*

After having just arrived back in Storybrooke after the recent adventure into the Underworld, Emma sits back in her chair at the sheriff’s station. She holds a mug of coffee in her hands, enjoying the quietness of the office. This morning she left her house early so she could make it home early to cook dinner for Killian and her. Emma wanted to do something normal after the darkness and Hell. It only seemed to make sense to do something as domestic as that. Plus, she could benefit from learning to cook more now that she has Killian in her life. They can’t live off of Granny’s. Or they could. Neither of them would mind though.

She’s just happy she has him back.

A knock sounds at the door to her office, pulling her from her bliss. Much to her surprise, Zalena is on the other side of the door holding her daughter. Emma gestures for her to come inside with a curious expression on her face. Her last encounter with Zalena wasn’t exactly pleasant. Emma is still sporting the bruise from when Zalena cast her against the concrete. In fact, there’s a nice black blotch on her lower back.

“Hey, what’s up?” Emma turns around in her chair, arms crossed against her chest.

“I want a job.”

Emma quirks an eyebrow up. “And what makes you think I would know how to get you a job?”

Zalena shrugs her shoulders. “You know a lot more people than I do in Storybrooke. Maybe you could put in a good word.”

“For you?” Emma lets out a small laugh. “Oh how the tables have turned.”

“I’ve changed. For Robyn.”

Killian walks into the office next, taking in the scene before him. He raises an eyebrow as he places a white sack onto her desk. She can smell the scent of onion rings seeping from within the bag. As if on impact, her stomach grumbles. Placing a hand over it, she sees Killian smile at her. Zalena is completely oblivious to Killian’s existence.

Emma stands up, coming over to the other side of the desk. She smiles down at little Robyn. “I don’t have anything in mind, but I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you. Really Emma, I want to change for my daughter.” Zalena walks out of the office, not bothering to acknowledge Killian’s existence.

“I guess some people aren’t too happy about my return,” he steps more into the office.

Emma returns to her seat, pulling the greasy bag closer to her. She bites down on the golden ring, “I am and that’s all that matters.”

“So,” Killian grabs onto the back of my chair. “I’ve been thinking, love.”

“You have?” Emma lets out an audible gasp followed by laughter.

Killian sits beside her on the desk. “Aye, and I want to take you out for Valentine’s Day tonight.”

Emma gives him a confused look. “Babe, it’s the end of May.”

“True, but you were…um…kind of dark during that holiday.”

She looks down to avoid looking in his eyes. The biggest blush has appeared on her cheeks. “Where are we going, Captain?”

He gets off, nearing towards the door. “Why the Jolly Roger of course. Meet me there at six.”

“Okay,” she watches him leave and glances at the time. It’s only one. She continues eating her lunch. At four, she clocks out to go home to get ready for whatever Killian has up his sleeves. If it’s anything like their first date, she knows it’ll be perfect.

Scanning her closet for something decent to wear, she lets out a sigh. The only dress she has in her closet currently is the pink dress she wore for her first date. And when she the Dark One. She can’t wear it again. Walking out of the closet, she decides to do her hair and makeup then go to Snow’s house for a dress. She knows her mother will have a dress for her to borrow. It’s a good thing they’re the same size.

Heading to their house, David answers the door with Neal in his arms. Emma smiles at her father and rubs the baby’s head. “Is mom here?”

“Emma?” she peeks out from her room.

“Do you have something for me to wear. Killian’s planning a special date for us on the Jolly Roger for Valentine’s.”

David places Neal in his crib. “I know he’s a pirate, but Valentine’s was over three months ago.”

Emma doesn’t bother explaining to her father. Snow leads her into her room to look through her closet. She pulls out a black dress. It still has the tag on it. “Well look at this.”

Emma observes  dress. It’s plain with a slit running up the leg. She smiles, thinking how much Killian will like it. She excuses herself to the bathroom to put it on. Looking into the mirror, she stands satisfied with how she looks. She steps out and Snow covers her mouth with her hand.

“Oh, Emma, you look beautiful. Here,” she thrusts a box of shoes at her.

Taking the shoes from the box, she marvels at the red strappy sandals. “Wow, Mom, these are amazing.” She slips them on, rocking on the tall heels.

“Hook isn’t going to be able to keep his hand off of you.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “Ew.”

Biding her parents a good night, she drives down to the dock. Walking onto the top part of the Jolly Roger, she sees a flicker of light from down below. Tip toeing down the steps, she wraps her arms around Killian’s neck. “Guess who?”

Emma steps into Killian’s view. His mouth opens slightly upon seeing her. “Swan you look-”

“I know.”

He smirks at her, tugging her by her hand. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you look.”

“Then show me,” she smiles wickedly at him.

“You’re more pirate then I am, love.”

Emma grabs the lapel of his leather jacket. Then she presses her lips hungrily against his. He reacts immediately, closing the gap between them. Emma opens her mouth for him and he more than willingly complies. Pulling back, she rests her forehead against his. Killian’s hand is resting on her lower back. Putting her hand against his cheek, she lets her head hang back as Killian starts showering kisses along her jawline. His lips then travel down her neck and onto her collarbone.

Emma’s breathing quickens as he makes his way back to her lips. Moaning against his lips, she tugs at his hair on the back of his neck.


“You have got to be kidding!” Emma lets go of Killian. “What is it, kid?”

Killian runs a hand through his hair, sitting down at the table while muttering “bloody hell”. He takes out his flask, drinking from it. Henry looks between the two of us. Emma’s cheeks flush. Hopefully he didn’t see too much.

“There’s something you need to see. Right now.”

Emma looks back at Killian. “I’ll meet you above deck; give me a minute.” She watches him ascend the stairs. Turning back around, Killian glances up at her with hooded eyes.

“It’s okay, love. Your boy needs you.”

She bends down to kiss him on the lips. “I love you.”

“And I you.”

“Happy Valentine’s,” she blows him a kiss before going to see what Henry needs to show her.


A Captain Swan Baby is Born

Emma stands in the baby’s nursery, admiring the handy-work Killian did in preparation of their pirate or princess’s arrival. With only days left until the baby is born, he managed to get everything into place for their child.

It still surprises Emma that he was able to do it all one-handed. Although, she was often gone at the sheriff’s department while he worked on it. Her suspicions were that Snow or David had a helping hand in this. She knows her mom enough to know how much she loves to decorate. Especially when it’s for her grandchild.

Rubbing her hand over her stomach, Emma feels a sharp pain coursing through her. Letting out a small gasp, she bends over to try to soothe the pain. It only makes it worse. She places her hand against the wall, her head resting against the cool exterior. Managing to get to her cell phone, she hits Killian’s contact. He went to Granny’s to pick up lunch for the both of them. With Emma so close to her due date, David is taking over at the station. She needs to rest leading up to the baby’s arrival.

“Ugh,” she moans as the pain worsens. Killian isn’t picking up his phone. It shouldn’t surprise her though. He still isn’t very tech savvy.

“Killian,” she breathes into the phone. “I think the baby is coming. Please hurry home.”

Minutes later, a red-faced Killian appears in the entrance of the nursery. He grabs Emma’s hand. “I ran as fast as I could when I got your message.”

Gripping onto his hand, she lets out another scream. “It hurts so bad!”

“Come on, love, let’s get you to the hospital. Wale can give you some medication that will soothe the pain you’re feeling.” He gently leads her to the bug.

Emma looks up into his worried eyes. She’s usually the one who drives. Killian also doesn’t really know how to drive a car. Or as he likes to call it “the strange yellow land vessel”. Panicking, Emma brushes the hair from her eyes.

“Killian,” she cries out.

“Get in, love. I got this,” he looks uneasy, but he helps Emma into the passenger’s side. Walking around to the driver’s side, he slides in. He starts the car, clearly pleased with himself for his small accomplishment.

The hospital is only a couple of miles away, surely Killian will be able to manage. David had Henry driving when he was hardly twelve. Killian’s had years of experience navigating with the Jolly Roger. Emma’s bug should be a walk in the park for him.

Emma holds tightly onto the center console as he whips out onto the main road. He’s going way over the speed limit, but Emma doesn’t bother to point this out to him. Swerving so he doesn’t hit one of the dwarves walking around, Emma lets out another scream. Killian glances over to her and then his eyes are back on the road.

“Almost there,” his voice is low and filled with worry.

Parking in front of the hospital, Killian throws open his door, tugging the keys out of the ignition. He runs over to Emma’s side and he pulls her from the seat. With her hand on the stomach, her other hand grips tightly onto Killian’s. He guides her into the hospital.

“We need Wale!” Killian yells at the nursing assitant. “She’s in real bad pain and needs help.” His eyes glisten with tears.

Emma stands in front of him, caressing his cheek. “Killian, hey, I’ll be fine. The baby and I will be alright. We’re surivors, remember?”

“Aye, love.” He presses his forehead against hers, his breathing slowing. “Just like our little pirate or princess’s father.”

“Exactly,” Emma kisses him chastly on the lips. “Now what do you say? Let’s go have this baby.”

Dr. Wale exits from the emergency room. “Last time you were here, you were the one stealing the baby.”

Killian steps into his space. “How about you do your job, mate? Before I-”

Emma places her hand on his shoulder to stop his threat. “Get this baby out of me now.”

Dr. Wale leads them into the delivery room. “Good news, it shouldn’t be too long. Say, how did you get here with one hand?”

Emma glares at Wale from her spot on the bed. “I will literally slap you.”

Killian goes over to Emma’s side, offering hisfor her to hold. Wale continues to urge Emma to keep pushing.

Five hours later, Emma lets out a loud scream. Her face is in a sheen of sweat as she lets out every cuss word in the book. Killian holds her hand, amused at the words she’s spouting. He always knew she had a little pirate in her. “GAHHHH!!!” She screams.

Falling back against the bed, Wale presents her with a little baby girl. Killian lets go of Emma’s hand, walking around to where Wale stands with their child. He takes her in his arms, being careful of his hook. Sometimes he hates having the hook and wishes for his hand again. Now more than ever. What other little girl is going to have a father with a hand for a hook? Looking down at his daughter, his eyes cloud with tears.

“Let me see her,” Emma’s voice is stiff from hours of labor.

Killian sits beside Emma, letting her take their daughter from his arms. Killian is struck by how natural Emma is with the baby. There’s no doubt that the baby is Emma’s because she’s gorgeous. Just like her mom. Killian pushes back Emma’s hair, kissing her on her forehead. She smiles at the baby and then at him.

Killian continues to rub Emma’s shoulder. “What should we name her, love?”

Emma purses her lips. “I like…Cleo.” She thinks of the woman who saved her all those years ago. If it weren’t for her, Emma wouldn’t be who she was today.

“Then Cleo it shall be.”

“I love you,” Emma whispers to Cleo. “I will always protect you. Always.”

Killian moves his hand down to the baby’s cheek. He smiles down at his two girls. He never knew that he could love someone as much as he loves Emma and Cleo. “She’s beautiful, like you.”

“I think she has her daddy’s mesmerzing eyes,” Emma looks up at him.

Killian leans down to capture her lips with his. The door opens and Snow and David enter with Henry at their heels. Snow covers her mouth, tears already springing to her eyes. “Oh Emma, Killian, she is…”

“Gorgeous,” David finishes for her.

“Mom, Dad, Henry,” Emma glances back down at her new baby. “I want you all to meet Cleo. Cleo Jones.”

Killian reverts his eyes back to Emma, tears threatining to spill over again. He still can’t believe that Emma and Cleo are his family. “Mate,” he nods to Henry, “come say hi to your new sister.”


Emma & Killian Crash Henry’s Date

“Don’t you think we’re being a litte…I don’t know…overbearing?” Emma asks Killian as they hide behind a bush in the park, spying on Henry on his first date.

Killian glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Of course not, love. I know boys and their motives.”

Emma whacks him on the arm. “He’s hardly a teenager.”

“Swan,” Killian drops his hand from the bush where we were peeking through. “You know how to fight monsters, I know about teenage boys and their feelings. Believe it or not, I was his age once.”

“He’s my son…I don’t want to think about him with another girl.” She also didn’t want to think of Killian with any other girls. Past or not.

“And that is exactly why we’re spying on him,” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

Emma sighs, clearly not going to win this fight. If Killian’s anything, it’s stubborn. Much like herself. They watch as Henry unpacks the lunch he packed for Violet and himself. Violet busies herself by lying the blanket down on the grass. Since summer is coming, the weather is nice. Not too hot, but not too cold either. It makes Emma annoyed that her and Killian are wasting a beautiful day spying on her son. Killian may not be Henry’s dad yet, but he watches out for him like he is. Emma smiles at her boyfriend, wishing he would propose to her soon. Otherwise she might have to take the lead and do so.

She goes back to watching her son as he tries to woo Violet. A smile appears on her lips; her son is growing up. And to think she missed out on so many years of his life. If she ever has more kids, she doesn’t want to miss one second of their life. Even if that means becoming a stay-at-home mom. Emma never thought about that-she enjoys working at the police station. It was like a second home. Much like when she was working in Boston as a bail bonds person. It was what she loved to do.

“Swan?” she realizes that Killian has been trying to get her attention for some time.


Killian smiles at her as she continues watching Henry. Or rather, spying on Henry. “Ready to let the boy be? He’s being a gentleman.”

“He’s not you,” Emma jokes.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He said those exact words the day at the beanstalk. A day neither of them have ever talked about before. It’s kind of a touchy subject, but the conversation has to come to light someday.

She presses her lips together to avoid telling him that she thought he was even then. At first, she didn’t trust him. Why would she? He was a stranger, a pirate nonetheless. Not to mention, she was still getting used to her new world. A world which did actually include the notorious Captain Hook. Imagine Emma’s surprise when she found out how hot Captain Hook actually was. Certainly a step up from the one she remembered watching as a kid. Not a waxed mustache or a perm in sight when Killian introduced himself.

“Not the first time I heard that.”

The smile on Killian’s lips fades. “You remember that day?”

He seems surprised ty when she doesn’t think about their meeting. Not a day goes by when she doesn’t think about their meeting. It certainly wasn’t a storybook love at first sight kind of thing, but Emma and Killian never had the traditional fairytale life. Not everything in fairytales are perfect. Emma’s found out that the hard way. After a couple brushes with death and going to Hell, she was ready to find her happily-ever-after. She thinks she deserves it after everything. More importantly, she wants to feel what it’s like to have a family. To not be in constant fear of a villain emerging from the pages of the book. But that wouldn’t happen if they continued living in Storybrooke. Happy endings aren’t easy to come by.

Emma shakes her head. “Of course. I beat you that day.”

“I think what you meant was you beat me up that day.” The smile is back on his face.

“To be fair,” she diverts her eyes from her son’s date. “You had bad form.”

Killian lets out a loud laugh. Too loud of a laugh because the next instance, Henry is looming before them looking mortified. Violet is behind him, her hand covering her mouth. Emma looks down at the ground, suffering from secondhand embarrassment. She would have never thought she would be the lame mom, but it seems like she has. Although, this was all Killian’s idea. So maybe Emma isn’t that lame of a mom. Killian was going to be that dad. The type who constantly embarrasses their children-stepchild or not. Being a pirate most of his life certainly didn’t make him cool.

“Mom…Hook?” Henry’s face is turning red. Either from mortification or anger.

Killian acts fast. “Your mom thought she lost an earring in the bush. We were just scouting the brush for signs of it.”

“My mom doesn’t wear earrings. You do.”

Emma steps in between her son and boyfriend. “What Killian meant was his earring. You know the rum and him.”

“I think we’ve been caught red-handed, Swan. It was all her idea.”

Henry steps back. “I can’t believe you don’t trust me.”

“Of course we do Henry…” Emma reaches for his hand.

“Please just leave us alone.” Henry walks away as Emma stares after him.

She cuts a glare over to Killian. “Nice going. Now not only does he think I’m uncool, but he thinks I don’t trust him.”

“Love,” Killian reaches for her hands but she snatches them away.

“Don’t ‘love’ me.”

He raises an eyebrow at him. “We should go…and maybe work on being cooler.”

This makes Emma smile. “Let’s go swashbuckle or whatever.”

“Oh Swan,” Killian shakes his head. “That was just not cool.”

Rolling her eyes, she reaches for her car keys to drive them to Granny’s. She may not be cool, but Killian still loved her. “Okay, mate, let’s hit it.”

“Seriously,” he puts his hand on his chest. “Your attempts are killing me. Just be your lame self.”

“Do I ever listen?”

“Nope, and that’s why I love you.” He kisses her atop her head before getting in the passenger’s seat.




Killian Watches ‘Peter Pan’

*Because I have been dying to see this scene in the show!*

“Are you sure you want to do this? This could scar you for life.” Emma stands in front of the TV with a dvd in hand. She pauses, looking back at Killian as he nods his head. Popping the disc into the dvd player, she sits down beside him.

Killian sits, feeling a bit uneasy with watching the version of Captain Hook that children all over the world ended up knowing. As the movie progresses, Killian’s face goes slack at the actions of Hook. And what is up with that hair and mustache? Killian would never dare step out of the house looking like that.

“Why the bloody hell is he wearing a feather in his hat? It makes him look like he played dress-up with Wendy.”

Emma laughs at his reaction. Out of all the things he could say about the Disney version of Hook, he chooses his choice of hat wear. Mind you that Captain Hook is the epitome of evil in Neverland. “Maybe you should try out the feather.”

“I am offended at this mouse at Disney who created such a treacherous man,” Killian says with disgust.

“You know that a mouse didn’t make this movie, right?” Emma has to ask this question because with Killian, she never knows what he actually does know about this world. It wouldn’t be too weird for a mouse to make something like a movie back in his world. If movies existed in his world.

He’s too entranced in the movie to respond back to her. Getting up from the couch, Emma decides to make some hot chocolate to drink during the movie. Killian is much too distracted to tear his eyes away from the screen to even drink a sip. She can hear him talking to himself from the living room.

“Swan,” he calls. “These children are fools for trusting Pan.”

“Pan’s a good guy in the movie. Imagine my surprise when I met the real Pan,” she calls back to him.

“I refuse to believe that this Hook and I are the same person. He’s not devilishly handsome at all!” he says in disbelief.

Emma rejoins him on the couch. “I don’t know, that perm and waxed mustache is pretty sexy. You should give it a whirl.”

He looks over at her like she just suggested he befriend Pan himself. “Well, Swan, I guess whatever works for you.”

She whacks him on the shoulder. “Please don’t.”

“Why love? Because you wouldn’t be able to take your hands off me?” Killian wiggles his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“At least he doesn’t wear guyliner…” she covers her smile by taking a sip of her cocoa.

Killian finally looks away long enough to give her a questioning look. “Fine, he has one thing on me.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m telling you, take some notes.”

As the movie progesses, Killian looks ready to toss the TV out the window. “I can’t believe this is what the whole world thinks about me. They don’t even know what a charming socundrel I really am. A shame reallly.”

“But I know…” Emma rests her head against his leatherclad shoulder. “And I’d rather not share you with the whole world.”

He rests his arm behind her head, careful not to poke her with his hook. “Just a damn shame that I’m refered to as a perm, feather wearing villian.”

“I guess the world will never know the dashing rapscallion you really are,” Emma throws his own words back at him.

“Aye,” he kisses the side of her head. “Got that right, love.”



The Hug That Killed The Fandom

Comic Con 2014 blessed us with this (and then again in 2015). I took the liberty of captioning these Colin faces…it gave me a reason to stare at him. HA, like I needed another reason.

Please, enjoy.


The little smile


The eyebrow raise


The head tilt


The snuggle


The pouty lip


The daydream


The side look (with pouty smile)


The puppy pout

and all the while, Jen was laughing. Colin is adorable. These two have the cutest friendship! They really couldn’t have picked two better people to portray our favorite characters.

Can’t wait for Comic Con 2016!

(Imagine all the Captain Swan talk we will get!)


Emily (OUAThooked)

p.s. I am currently working on THREE fanfics right now. (One exclusively for this blog!) So please check back for updates to follow! xx

A CaptainSwan Baby


It’s been a week since I found out that I was pregnant. A week since my dad thought there was something fishy going on. I put my hand on my stomach, smiling down at it. I don’t know how Killian will react to the news. Pregnancy wasn’t apart of the plan.

I continue folding the laundry. The laundry that Killian attempted to do. I observe the former white socks that are now red. I pick up my red turtleneck I wore the other day. I guess he wasn’t ready to do laundry by himself. Even Henry knows enough to separate colors from whites. Then again, Killian is like a million years old; laundry machines probably weren’t the norm in his days.

“Swan,” I hear Killian call from the foyer of the house.

I walk out of our bedroom, nerves racing through my stomach. I can do this. I’ve slayed a dragon before; I’ve survived Hell and Hades; I’ve broken a curse cast by the Evil Queen. Telling the man I love that I’m pregnant with his baby is easy. Right?

He grabs me by my waist, kissing my forehead. “I come with good news.”

“Oh?” I ask. “Because I kind of had some pretty good news too.”

Raising an eyebrow, Killian leads me by my hand to our room. He lets go of my hand and he gets on the bed. He stretches his feet out as he rests his back against the headboard. “Well, have at it Swan. What’s the big news?”

I climb on the bed so I’m sitting across from him. “You sure you don’t want to go first?”

“Clearly you’re nervous about something. You’ve been antsy all week.”

Letting out a breath, I decide to just blurt it out. I reach out to cup his face in my hands. I rest my forehead against his, breathing in his scent. He smells of the sea and a mix of his cologne. His hand covers one of mine, rubbing his thumb over mine.

“Killian,” I stare into his eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

I watch his face for any signs of anger or hesitance. Instead of either of those emotions, he laughs, a huge smile etched across his face. I lean back so I’m looking at him. Not saying anything, he reaches his hand out to touch my stomach. As he caresses the barely there bump, a tear slips from his eyes. I put my hand over his, tears gathering in my eyes. The only time I’ve seen Killian cry was when we thought we would never see one another-when I left him in the Underworld.

“A baby…” he says as if he doesn’t believe it. “Swan,” he shakes his head, “we’re having a baby?”

I nod my head, the tears falling onto my collar bone. “Yes.”

Pulling his hand away from my stomach, he cups my face in his hand. His hook rests on my hip. Then his lips are on mine. I open my mouth to him as he devours me. He pulls me against him so there’s no space between us.

“Our baby,” he says. “Our own little pirate princess.”

“Or pirate prince,” I add. “Dr. Wale said we can find out the sex in a few weeks. Or we can wait until the actual birth.”

Killian kisses my cheek, then my lips again. “I can’t wait that long; we need to know.”

I laugh because he’s acting like a child who woke up on Christmas to his wish list having been fulfilled. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll hold out to spite you.”

“No, no, no Swan. I waited quite some time for you to admit that the kiss in Neverland meant something. Or you know, our climb up the beanstalk.”

I nearly push him off the bed for bringing up our rocky past. The Neverland kiss did mean something. At the time, I was too scared to open up to somebody. Neal had just died, or so I had thought. I wasn’t ready to open my heart-especially to a pirate who was hell-bent on revenge. But that Killian was nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t get me started on the beanstalk,” I get off the bed to resume folding the clothes. Since Henry’s been at Regina’s a lot lately, the laundry load hasn’t been too much. As I bend over to pick up a stray sock, I feel a quick pain in my stomach. Wincing, my hand instantly touches my bump. “The baby…is kicking me!”

Killian stumbles off the bed, the covers flying with him. There’s question in his eyes, almost like he doesn’t know whether to touch my belly or not. Silently answering him, the baby starts to kick again at Killian’s touch. “There’s definitely a pirate in there!”

As much as I love Killian, I really hope our son or daughter doesn’t turn out to be a pirate. Pirates are ruthless, much like my own pirate once was. But like I said, that man is no longer alive. He died when he fell in love with me. “I can’t wait to tell Henry.”

Killian’s eyes meet mine. “He’ll be thrilled to be an older brother.”

“So,” I say. “We should go to Granny’s to celebrate.”

“No, Swan.” He walks to the doorway. “Do you still have the dress you wore on our first date?”

I think about the blush pink dress that I wore when I asked Killian out on our first date. Then again when we were on his ship and I was the Dark One. The same day he told me he no longer loved me. The memory of the dress doesn’t give me the happy memories that it should. I wince and he seems to realize what I’m thinking about. I shake out of my grief. “I think I have one you would enjoy much better.”

“Anything you wear makes you look beautiful.”

“Killian,” I call after him. “I love you.”

He hooks his hook on the ledge of the door. “Apparently you do,” he smirks, looking down at my baby bump.

I grab a pair of socks and lob them at him. “Way to turn a romantic moment into one of your inappropriate innuendos.”

“Pirate,” he sing songs before walking out to let me change.

“Mmm…” I rub my belly. “Wait.”

Once again, he stops in his tracks. “You wanted to tell me something?”

He turns around to look at me. “Right. David told me I had his blessing. To marry you.”

“Wouldn’t have cared if he didn’t,” I smile. “I would’ve married you anyway.”

“Aye….” Killian winks at me.