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!

Merry Captain Swan-mas

Because it’s Christmas and I wanted to write a Captain Swan Christmas one shot. Enjoy!

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Emma stands in front of the oven, wondering if the ham is cooked enough. She’s never been very handy with cooking, but this was one of her first Christmases with family and a boyfriend. She wanted to do it right-how she always imagined it would be when she was a child.

“Emma,” Killian pokes his head in to the kitchen. “What time is everyone coming over?”

Deciding the ham is cooked enough, she pulls it out of the oven. “At four for dinner.”

“I want you to open your present before your family gets her.”

Emma arches an eyebrow at him. Knowing Killian, he probably bought her something not appropriate to open in front of her parents or son. It’s probably for the best because David would kill him. “Should I close the blinds?”

He smirks at her, handing her a small box. “Get your head out of the gutter, Swan. It’s Christmas. I’ll save that for Valentine’s Day,” he winks.

She rolls her eyes, unwrapping the paper. “Oh, Killian,” she dangles a necklace with a diamond anchor on it. “It’s beautiful; I love it.”

He gives her a shy smile. “I’m glad you like it, love.”

Kissing his cheek, she brushes her hair to the side. “Put it on me?”

Killian clasps it at the back of her neck, kissing her on the neck as he does so. His lips travel to her shoulder and he nuzzles against her until he hears the front door open. “Bloody hell.”

“Mom, Hook!” Henry calls from the foyer.

“In the kitchen,” Emma calls back as Killian backs away from her.

Henry comes walking into the kitchen with Regina at his heels. She carries a pan of what Emma assumes is her famous lasagna. She prompts her to set it on the kitchen where the rest of the food sits. Mary Margaret and David were in charge of providing dessert for tonight. Emma even invited Zalena, but she doubts she’ll show up. The door opens again and her parents come walking in with her baby brother Neal. He wails as soon as he enters the kitchen.

“We brought brownies and sugar cookies shaped like ginger bread men,” Mary Margaret announces. “David didn’t help.”

David raises his hands in defense. “You told me I couldn’t help!”

Emma smiles as her parents playfully bicker. She glances at Killian from the corner of her eye who is talking to Henry. Henry waves to her as he sees her looking at them.


After dinner, the family gathers around the fireplace in the living room watching A Christmas Story. Emma sits on Killian’s lap, leaning her head against his shoulder. She plays with the diamond anchor around her neck. He catches her hand in his and kisses it lightly.

“I just don’t understand,” Killian’s eyes never leave the TV. “Why wouldn’t they buy Ralphie a gun? It’s good for his manhood.”

Henry is the first to respond. “Because guns are dangerous in the real world.”

David nods his head in agreement. “Unless Emma and I are using them.”

They continue to watch the movie as Killian keeps asking Henry questions about the antics inn the movie. At one point, Regina leaves the room to escape his constant questions. Emma just enjoys being in the same room with the people she loves without any threats of deranged villains coming to attack her or her family.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Killian runs his hand down her arm.

“I never had this growing up, and I’m just glad I do now.”

“Aye; I’m glad you do too.”

Emma stands up, walking over to the tree to fetch his present. “It’s not much.”

He takes the present, quirking an eyebrow at her in a flirty manner. Unwrapping the paper with his hand, he stares down in the box. Pulling out a little onesie with the words ‘daddy’s little pirate’ scrawled across it, his face goes blank.

“Swan?” his gaze is full of love.

A tear roles down Emma’s cheek. “I’m pregnant.”

“You were right this morning in bed; this was the best day ever.”





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.

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.




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.




Surviving the OUAT Hiatus

As we all well know, the Once Upon A Time hiatus is here. Based off of previous years, I’m guessing ONCE will return September 25, 2016 with its season six premiere. That’s 117 days. Eeeek! But have no fear folks, it was recently announced that filming begins next month! July seventh if you want to be exact (I know we do). What are we supposed to do in the mean time? I’m glad you asked. Look no further–I have compiled a list of things that may just save you from breaking point this hiatus:

Hiatus Survival Guide

10. Find a book series

You’d be surprised how easy it is to transfer your obsession onto something else. Even if it’s only for a while. It’s especially important to note that some TV shows have taken to coming out with book adaptions or companion series…or vice versa. (i.e. Outlander, Game of Thrones). Check those out too! Don’t write anything off.

9. Start a Blog

Most ONCERS have taken a liking to Tumblr…dare I say even WordPress? If you haven’t signed up yet, it should be on your list of things to do. All I am saying is the amount of GIFs you find of our favorite pirate is well worth it. (Endless scrolling people. ENDLESS.)


How do you think we are surviving? 😉

8. Enjoy the outdoors, it’s Summer time baby!

tumblr_n7iyukeTBM1qlqo4ro1_500You’d be surprised how quickly time flies when you get out of the house. I know that normally we all huddle over our computers for hours at a time, but depending where you live–there could be some awesome activities you’re missing out on! Now is the time to take part in them. Go Kayaking, hiking, or road trip to the beach with friends! (I live in Florida…so maybe find something to do that’s relatable to your area.)

7. Read/Write FanFiction

Now, I may be a little biased, but writing FanFiction (CS smut anyone?) is very therapeutic, and sometimes you just have to write the story you can’t find.

If you’re not a writer, or have zero interest in trying, READ IT. I promise you, it’s probably one of the best things you could do for yourself on hiatus.

I’ll compile a list of my fav’s for you guys! It may take a few days…there’s a lot. In the mean time, you can read mine.

OUAThooked FanFiction (Shameless self promotion)

6. Look for Summer shows

Freeform (Previously ABC Family) and USA are just two networks that play new episodes (and new seasons) of shows during the summer. Adam and Eddy have a new show, Dead of Summer, coming to Freeform June 28, 2016! We should all show our favorite writers some love and check it out!


Also, If you’ve been living under a rock–Pretty Little Liars returns with Season 7– June 21, 2016. (You can watch previous seasons on Netflix or Hulu.)

Which brings me to my next point…

5. Netflix–Binge. Game. Strong.

Netflix has SO MANY great shows. Original series as well! May I suggest Orange is the New Black or Blood Lines…

unnamedOr Binge your favorite show all over again! *cough* ONCE… or maybe you’re also a Supernatural fan? That show has like 11 seasons on Netflix guys… it’s amazing.

4. Don’t have Netflix?

Check your local listings for reruns! Over summer many stations don’t have a ton of new shows. So guess what? They replay all those wonderful episodes in order. Yup, get your Gilmore Girls binge on without Netflix Folks! (If you haven’t seen Gilmore Girls, you’re doing it wrong!)

3. Make fan editstumblr_o6ytvdYBOp1vu90u6o1_1280

I know on Twitter I always love watching those vines or fan videos of my favorite tv couples. I have zero clue how to make them. But by the end of Summer, I hope to have that skill perfected.

I do like to dip my toe in photoshop now and again…It’s quite entertaining (and can get silly really quick.)

CS meets Ironman anyone?   ————->

Let’s compare. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?

2. Re-Watch ALL media of your favorite Actors

You probably think i’m joking. I’m not. You know how much time I waste on Youtube watching Colin interviews/Bloopers/BTS videos? It’s amazing…or ridiculous, depending on how you view it. Either way, one minute its 6pm on a Monday night, and the next minute it’s 3am Friday.

1. Captain Swan Kisses

That’s right. By now I am sure you have all seen the glorious video a fan made that compiles all the CS kiss scenes. And i’m talking like 43 minutes long.

That’s an entire episodes worth.


Please– sit back, relax, and enjoy.

—> Captain Swan Kisses

If you have any tips on how to survive the hiatus let me know!

Twitter: @OUAThooked 

So, as we “patiently” await the arrival of BTS media and eventually the return of our fav heroes, join me here with updates during the hiatus!

Emily (OUAThooked)


A Father’s Labour of Love:Emma & Charming

Today’s one shot is about Charming and Emma!

“Why couldn’t you have bough a desk already built?” Charming fumbles with the parts of the cherry oak desk Emma bought at a store in the city. She found it in a catalogue and knew she had to have it. Killian surprised her by ordering it through the mail and picking it up at the town closest to Storybrooke. A town that actually received mail from the real world.

Emma scans through the directions again. “Because that would be no fun.”

“Then why couldn’t Hook have helped?” Charming complains as he grabs the hammer.

“Oh I don’t know,” Emma crosses her arms across her chest. “Maybe because he only has one hand.”

Charming glares over at his daughter. Just because she know has a boyfriend doesn’t mean that she doesn’t need him. In  a way, it makes him thankful that she still does need her dad. Missing out on 28 years of her life, putting together a desk is the least he could do. Of course him missing out on her life wasn’t his fault. The blame all goes to Regina. Or more likely the Evil Queen. But that’s a discussion for another time.

Emma gets off from the floor, dusting off her shorts. “I’ll go see if Killian might be of some assistance. Can’t guarantee anything though. You know Killian and modern day things. Plus, he’ll probably complain that he only has one hand.”

Charming continues putting, or trying to put, together the desk while Emma fetches Killian from the garage. He’s trying to clean out the garage with Henry. Now that Henry is a teenager, Emma’s starting to give him bigger responsibilities around the house. Although, he spends most of his time at Regina’s house. She’s been taking Robin’s death hard, and she needs to be with others. Her son is the only one who will keep her from going dark again.

Killian comes into the house with Emma in tow. He takes in the sight of Charming sprawled out on the floor. Raising an amused eyebrow, he smirks over at Emma. “Aye mate, I’ve come to rescue you.”

“I don’t need a pirate to rescue me,” Charming mumbles, inspecting the piece in his hand.

“And here I thought you both made amends and are now mates,” Emma rests her hand against her stomach. “Ow.”

Killian’s at her side at once, putting his hand over hers’. “What is it, love?”

She shakes her head. “Probably nothing. Just a random stomach cramp.”

Charming takes in the sight of his distressed daughter and his mate. He sets down the piece he’s holding. “Snow had those pains when she was pregnant with Neal.”

Killian’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “She’s not pregnant.”

“Of course I’m not pregnant!” Emma snaps at both men. “Now, can you both figure out this desk please? I’ll get you something to drink.”

Killian catches Emma by her forearm with his hook. “Swan, are you sure you’re not…?”

Charming stands beside Killian, a protective look on his face. “Seriously, Emma, you should go to the doctor.”

“Stop acting like I’m a  little girl. I think I would know if I was pregnant.”

“Mom…?” Henry walks into the living room covered in webs. The garage was in worse shape than anyone thought. Being in the Underworld all that time didn’t exactly help the cleaning of the house. The dwarves were supposed to make sure everything was in keeping, but obviously it got lost in translation.

Charming drags a hand down his face, watching his daughter’s face. She looks worried.

Emma throws her hands in the air. “Go outside, Henry.  I just have a stomach ache is all.”

She retreats into the kitchen while the two men stare at the pieces of the desk on the ground. No progress has been made in the last half an hour. Charming is ready to give up and see if one of the dwarves knows how to put it together. They’re handy with axes; they should be able to put together a measly desk. Then again, so should he. Killian scratches his temple with his hand, staring at the manual as if it’s in another language.

“This is quite the contraption.”

“Hook, I think Emma’s not telling you something.” Charming gives him a stern expression.

Killian glances at the entry way to make sure Emma isn’t around. “You think that…she’s pregnant?”

Charming nods his head. “Even though Zalena cast that curse to make us forget about that year, I know Snow wasn’t always well.”

“Why would she bloody keep this from me?”

“Maybe you need to talk to her. In private.”

Emma walks back into the room with a weak smile on her face. “I need to go to the store to get some more drinks, but we had some lemonade left.”

“Let me go, love. Your father and you should finish this. We need to talk later.” Killian kisses Emma’s cheek lightly before leaving the house.

She claps her hands together. “I’m assuming he was no help.”

“Listen,” Charming gestures for Emma to sit down on the couch. “Is there something you need to talk to someone about? Maybe your mother?”

“Dad, it’s nothing. If it was something, I would tell everyone.” Emma brushes her blonde hair out of her face. It’s getting longer, and now that summer is upon Storybrooke, she needs to get some of it cut.

He puts his arm around his daughter. “Just know that if you ever have news of any kind-”

She cuts him off. “You’ll be the first one to know. Now, let’s get this thing together so we can put it in Henry’s room. With him being the author now, I think he deserves an official author desk.”

“Good thinking,” he laughs, getting back to work.

Emma smiles at her father. “Oh and Dad?”

He raises his head to look up at her. “Yes?”

“Thank you,” she retreats out of the room so she doesn’t start crying in front of her father. There is a secret that she’s hiding from him. But she wants Killian to be the first to know. And telling him in front of her dad isn’t the best time to tell him the news. She rests her hand against her stomach. She may be only two months in, but she can already tell that the baby is starting to take shape. Doctor Wale told her she would be able to find out the sex of the baby in a few weeks. This pregnancy is a lot different than we she was pregnant with Henry. She was alone then, but she’s no longer a lost girl.

For one, she has a man who loves her and won’t abandon her. Plus, her whole family is with her now. She’s ready to raise this baby; there’s no doubt about that. She examines the engagement ring on her hand. When Killian bought it for her, after she proposed to him, she was overcome with so much happiness. She would have never imagined she would fall in love with a reformed villain and pirate. But her life was anything but normal. She knew Killian would be ecstatic when she told him the news. Who cares if she might not be able to fit into her dream wedding dress? The only thing that matters is that Killian and her are promised a forever. They almost weren’t.

She leans against the door frame to the living room where her dad sits putting together the desk. He’s made some progress with it. A smile touches her lips. He’ll be so happy to find out he’ll have another grandchild to spoil. But first, Killian needs to know the truth.



Hook and Emma One Shot Story

I have fallen into the trap that is fanfiction. Can you believe up until 3 days ago that I never read fanfiction before? I mean, I have been in fandoms for a few years now. Anyway, I have been reading some fanfics (no, not smutty ones…) and I wanted to start doing my own fanfics on this blog. My plan is to find a picture from the show and write a short story about once or twice a week, as time permits. As the fandoms call it: a one shot. I will start with a picture of Emma and Hook because come on, who doesn’t love them? Maybe don’t answer that. And because I love the hashtag ‘Domestic Killian’ on Twitter, I’ll center it on that. Here it goes! (comments are appreciated and encouraged, but don’t be too hard, I’m new at this)

“What is it, Swan? I haven’t seen you this dapper in a while.” Killian leans against the doorway, observing Emma who sits on the couch, staring at the wall.

Emma glances over at Killian, swiping a tear from her eye. “It’s nothing.”

Killian wags his finger at her. “I know that look more than anything. Something is wrong; trust me, love.”

She regards him warily as he sits down beside her. His arm snakes around her neck and she rests her head against his shoulder. He smells like the ocean; he must have been sailing today. He likes to go out there at least once a week. He misses the sea and she feels like she might be holding him back. Killian was a pirate after all; he has to be missing the carefree days when he used to sail on the Jolly Roger.

“Do you miss it?” Emma lifts her head from his should to look at her pirate. “The sea, the pirates’ life. Do you miss it?”

Killian pauses before he begins speaking. “Of course, love, but I wouldn’t trade that life for this one. Emma,” he grasps her chin in his hands. “You are my future.”

She lets a small smile peak. “Good because I was thinking…”

He raises an eyebrow at him. “Ah. Must be something good if you’ve been thinking.”

“I think so,” she pauses a beat, a smile plastered across her face, replacing the frown. “I want to start our adventure. Killian, will you marry me?”

His eyebrows shoot up at her question. “I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.”

“Right, I forgot you were like three hundred.”

Killian rolls his eyes. “We’ve been over this before. Neverland and curses, blah blah. But to answer your question, I will marry you.”

Emma reaches over to kiss him passionately. “But you better be the one to buy me an engagement ring.”