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No sé si hay lectores que lean fanfics en español en el fandom, pero me arriesgué a publicarlo.
Trama: Cuando Killian es contratado para planear la boda de Emma Swan su vida da un giro de 360 grados. Lo que empieza como un trabajo más, con el paso del tiempo se convertirá en una situación que puede costarle a Killian su trabajo y a Emma su futuro matrimonio.
Leer: FF.net
Meanwhile, I'm working on its translation to English.
21+ captain swan. Don't disappoint me...
Angst ahead, I’m still taking numbers btw :)
21: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
“Swan… We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Truth is, he was surprised.
Emma hadn’t been the same since the loss of their baby, spending most of her days and nights in their bedroom or in the nursery they had prepared for their child. Killian had decided to take over her job as Sheriff while she was healing, but that had been three months ago and Emma didn’t seem to be making any progress. So to say that he was surprised when he found her in their garden in the middle of a storm, was an understatement.
"Come here, Killian.” Emma extended her arms towards him and thought he knew he should get her inside before they both catched a cold, he couldn’t deny her this, not when she looked so happy. He moved closer to her to embrace her tightly in his arms. Emma giggled when she felt his lips press against her forehead.
“Swan, you’re boiling, we need to get you inside.” Emma let out an exaggerated gasp and looked up from his chest as if offended by the idea.
“We can’t go inside Killian! I need to be here with her.”
“With who, Emma?” his eyebrow raised involuntarily, emphasising his confusion; this and his eagerness to get her inside seemed to be offending her.
“With our daughter, Killian. She needs me here, we can’t let her be outside by herself!” Killian’s calming smile faded from his face and turned into a pained grimace.
“There’s no one here, love. The baby’s gone.” His voice low and gentle to not startle her.
“You can go in if you want, I’m staying here with her.” Emma’s pitched, hurt tone made his heart squeeze with pain. This wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.
“We have to go inside, Emma” he knew she was going to protest “I’m sure she’ll follow us inside.” This seemed to calm her down enough for him to guide her to the house. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling when Emma turned around to ask Rose to follow them.
35. Captain Swan please !
You got it, anon ;) This is from the same universe as the “I’m pregnant” Drabble, and probably not what you were expecting.
35: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
She knew from the moment Mary Margaret came up with the idea, that it was a bad one; but Mary Margaret had been a shadow of herself since David decided to try to save his marriage with Katherine, and Emma just couldn’t say no when she saw that spark return to her friend’s eyes.
Now she realises she should have said no from the start. The moment she saw her ex-boyfriend walk in with a prosthetic hand, she realised she shouldn’t have agreed to the costume party. There was an uncomfortable silence until Killian decided to laugh it off and act as if it didn’t bother him. But she knew better. She knew him better; she saw the hurt in his eyes and she had to ask herself why in heavens she thought inviting Neal was a good idea.
She counted to ten to try and calm herself down before storming over to Neal and grabbing the hand holding the prosthetic one.
"What is this?” As much as she tried to hide it, the anger was evident in her voice, and Neal must have sensed it because his smile faded from his face.
“I came as Killian.” Emma closed her eyes without letting go off his hand and started breathing heavily. She was trying not to let all the anger she had bottled up inside towards the man come out. Before opening her eyes she felt the warmth of a hand pressing her shoulder and Killian’s whispering her ear; “Emma, is alright.”
But she was having none of it, not when her damn ex had hurt her best friend’s feeling at her own party. Without reacting to Killian’s plead she focused her eyes back on Neal.
“Take it off.”
“…what?”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
"C'mon Ems it’s just a joke…” Neal seemed to be growing angrier himself which only made her squeeze his hand harder.
“Take it off or leave my house.” Neal huffed as if bothered by her request and took off the prosthetic hand.
“Happy?” She kept glaring at him, wondering if she should punch him or not before kicking him out of the house, but the hand on her shoulder made its way to her arm and started moving her towards her room.
She was still seeing red when Killian closed the door behind them and made her turn around to face him. “You didn’t have to do that, you know? It’s not the first time someone makes fun of me for this.” Killian held his arm in front of her eyes as if to prove his point.
“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let anyone do it in front of me.” She dropped her gaze to the floor when Killian’s eyes became full of emotions she wasn’t ready to name. “Besides no one can make fun of my best friend unless it’s me.”
Number 24 OutlawQueen ❤️👸🏻🏹
Two ideas came to my head so I wrote both of them, I think I went against the usual headcanon of this two AUs
24: “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
She thought he was joking, but the longer she stared at him the less convinced she was. Surely he was messing with her, there was no way Robin would dare cross the line between friendship and ‘something else’ that was between them.
“Are you serious about this?” Her usual mask of confidence had fallen, and he could see her uncertainty and nervousness in the way her expression turned from an incredulous smile to a frown.
Robin’s sheepish smile wasn’t helping her self-control, but she didn’t want him to have any doubts. She didn’t want him to regret it.
“You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Regina could see the truth behind his eyes, and felt a rush of mixed emotions inside her. She knew she shouldn’t do this, she knew that as soon as it happened everything would change between them. But who was her to deny her best friend’s wish when she so selfishly wanted to grant it. "I want you to be my first time, Regina.”
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“You’re the only one I trust to do this.” That’s what he had said and Regina had to keep reminding herself that’s why she was here in the first place, as she stared at the dimpled man across the room.
He had asked her to go with him as his date to Marian’s wedding, implying that he wanted to pretend there was something more between them than a friendship (and unrequited love from her part). She had thought that meant they would pretend to be together during the evening, and maybe this way she would have a taste of what a relationship with Robin would feel like. But now, while she saw her friend shamelessly flirting with one of the bridesmaids she had to wonder if she wasn’t good enough for him to even be a pretend-girlfriend.
Captain Swan, 27, pretty please
27: I’m pregnant
Mary Margaret found her sitting alone in her bedroom. She hadn’t been the only one to notice the disappearance of the blonde from the party, as soon as certain blue eyed man crossed their front door with a brunette hanging from his arm.
Mary Margaret wasn’t certain of what had happened between Emma and him, but she wasn’t blind; she knew Emma had feelings for him. The kind of feelings Emma doesn’t even dare to speak about. While she was sure her best friend was hurt, it wasn’t like Emma to hide from Killian’s newest conquest, she usually would pretend she wasn’t bothered, and had even made friends with a blonde Killian had dated once. So to say that she was surprised by Emma’s reaction would be an understatement, “maybe she was ready to confess her feelings?” Mary Margaret wondered as she walked towards her friend.
As she got closer to her she distinguished puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, with concerned she sat next to Emma on the bed and held the woman’s shaking hands.
“Emma… What is it?”
The blonde forced herself to look at her friends face before whispering; “I’m pregnant.”
“Hey dad, mom wants to know if you’ll make it home for dinner.”
“Hey Emma, I have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that I’m running him to the station; I probably won’t make it until ten, or half past ten.”
“I’ll let her know. Is he cute?”
“Who is cute?”
“The boy, dad. Is he cute?”
“Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute.”
“I want to say yes, sir.”
“… He isn’t.”
You can’t even imagine how happy I was when I found out I had to make a present for you, I wasn’t kidding when I said you were one of my favorite blogs! I was really scared you were going to unfollow me before finding out I was your secret santa xD But you didn’t, and since you are already following, I’m glad you won’t feel as if you have to just because I made you this.
First of all, I want to thank @justfangirlingit and @thedarksaviour for their help (because I really really needed it). Second, I made a manip for you! Or an edit or whatever you want to call it, cos you are the queen of manips so I though it was a good idea xD I didn’t think it was good enough to post as a gift on its own, so I’m just making it part of the fic. Last but not least, I chose to end this one shot the way I did, because I felt like extending it would ruin it. Also it is a tiny little bit angsty at the start, but it gets fluffy, don’t worry!
Hope you like it! @starscythe
Her first year in Storybrooke she had received an invitation for ‘Granny’s Dinner Special Christmas Celebration’ by post. She remembered signing a consent to let them celebrate at the dinner -even knowing that she would get complaints from grumpy neighbors if the celebration carried on for too long- but by no means did she expect to get invited.
She knew what Christmas was, the same way she knew how to drive and how to cook (even if it took time for her lasagna to become her speciality) as soon as she woke up in Storybrooke. Yet still, she wasn’t sure how the festivity could make such an impact on people’s attitudes, that not only would they greet her with a smile, but they had even invited her to celebrate with them. Curiosity won over her and she decided to spend the cold night, drinking eggnog and eating a persimmon pudding among the citizens.
She remembers having a good night, enjoying Granny’s specials, and even making small talk with Dr. Hopper. But it was when she saw Mr. Gold walk in that she realized she had been invited out of fear, something Gold was quick to see as he walked out immediately after locking eyes with her. She had felt humiliated, not for being invited because they feared her, but for believing that anyone would actually want to celebrate with her.
Since that night, and for the next seventeen years, she would always give her approval to the celebration at Granny’s, but would spend the night doing paperwork as she would have any other night. She wouldn’t give the date more importance than any other day.
Her first Christmas with Henry would always be a memory she’d cherish for the rest of her life. She had spent the night singing every Christmas song she could remember from the radio to a smiling Henry as he would make cooing noises every time his mother reached a higher note. Henry had seemed to love his new reindeers onesie, and she would have made him wear it even if his chubby little hands wouldn’t have hold onto it as strongly as they had. She made sure to take a picture of Henry when he fell asleep while sitting on his highchair, with the onesie still clutched to his hands.
When Henry got older and the idea of a fat man bringing him presents during the night became a reason for his hyperactivity in Christmas Eve, so she decided to buy him a special gift that he could open before going to sleep just so he would calm his excitement and would be able to sleep through the night. It never worked, for he would always stay up for another hour until his mother would tell him that Santa doesn’t bring presents to little boys who stay up all night to wait for him; but she kept buying one extra present for him to open at night, just to see him happy. She always reserved the best present for Christmas morning, both presents would always somehow be connected to each other -if she gave him new pencil colours at night, then he would receive that colouring book he had been asking for months come the morning - yet Henry never seemed to realise, or he did but decided to humor her. Her little prince had always been too clever for his age.
When her son’s whole focus became his biological mother, Regina figured that if she didn’t want her son to leave in the middle of the night to wish Miss Swan a Merry Christmas, accepting Granny’s invitation would be a wise idea. To humor Henry, Regina let him spend most of the night with Emma, because she knew he would go back home with her, he would open his present, and then in the morning he would open his other one while eating pancakes with her.
When she had to ground her son in Christmas Day, after Emma brought him from her apartment after he just appeared at her door, Regina decided that it was a priority to get Emma Swan out of her town as soon as possible - not that it hadn’t been a priority before, but now drastic measures would be taken. She needed to keep her son with her.
But a year later she wasn’t celebrating Christmas in Storybrooke, her home, her son, everything she held close to her heart was gone. Snow and Charming had insisted on her going to the Christmas Eve ball, but not even the thief’s dimpled smiled son had been able to convince her. She spent the night locked in her chamber trying not to think about the bittersweet memory of their last Christmas together. There was no reason to celebrate. She had nothing left. ———— When she woke up she decided to stay in bed and sleep well past the morning, knowing that the dining hall would be full of the cheerfulness that Christmas mornings tended to have, and that her sour mood would be appreciated by no one. Not even herself. It was occasions like this one that made her wish she had found a reason not to curse herself.
Regina didn’t bother joining the crowd for lunch either. She knew she was pushing it and that her ever-worried stepdaughter was bound to make an appearance in her bedchamber soon; yet she couldn’t find it in herself to move from her bed. Seeing the Christmas decorations and the children playing with their new toys would only make her long for her son’s presence even more. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to think of Henry – her memories of him were the real reason why she was still standing – but on a day as significant as Christmas she didn’t think she was strong enough to get through it with only her memories of him; she needed her son with her.
She could imagine that he would be eating Christmas turkey by this time – if days and nights and time itself worked the same way in both lands – eager to try out the new video game he probably would have received as a present. She could only hope that Emma didn’t get him a violent game, hopefully the fake memories she gave her would lead Emma to buy an educational video game.
When a knock on the door was heard, Regina had to admit she was surprised that Snow hadn’t just barged in. She slipped into her silk robe before preparing herself to open the door and order her to leave her alone. However, she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from shouting at anyone.
She looked from side to side in the hallway, but no one was there, perhaps she had imagined the knock on the door? It wouldn’t be the first time – or the last – that her mind had played tricks on her. She was about to close the door when she saw it: a box-shaped object, wrapped in what seemed to be colored white paper, with a note next to it that read 'Your Majesty’ in child-like handwriting.
She grabbed the box and the note before looking around from her chamber door for the deliverer of the present. Since there was no sign of a small child anywhere nearby, she decided to go back into her room. Her guess – and she knew it was the correct one – was that an enthusiastic Roland had prepared a present for her and had waited to give it to her this morning when she hadn’t showed up. Maybe he had even put it underneath the Christmas tree, hoping that she would find it on her own. She hated to disappoint, yet again, another child. She could even imagine Roland’s hopeful eyes saddening from the realization that she wouldn’t be joining the festivity.
She would blame it on the roller-coaster of emotions she was feeling that her impulsive reaction was to leave the still wrapped present on the bed and run from her bedroom, having only the silk robe to cover her nightgown, in order to find a curly haired, dimple smiled, four year old.
She ran and ran, ignoring the shocked stares people gave her, and was about to come to an abrupt stop at the closed entrance of the dining hall. She took a deep breath and was about to open the door when she heard a voice calling for her. “Regina?” She turned around to face her stepdaughter.
“Snow. Have you seen Roland? The thief’s son?” Snow’s face showed confusion, but to Regina’s delight, she decided not to voice it.
“I know who Roland is, Regina. I saw Robin taking him to bed on my way here, they shouldn’t be too far.”
Regina left Snow and started running towards the thief’s bedchambers as soon as she heard that was their destination. She was out of breath by the time she made it to the closed door and had to lean on it to catch her breath.
“Your majesty?” Apparently, in her desperation to get to the bedroom, she had run right past Roland and his father without realizing.
Regina ignored Robin’s questioning glance and knelt down to Roland’s height.
“Roland, thank you so much for your present.” A smile spread across the child’s face and she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she hadn’t opened it yet when he asked her if she had liked it.
“It was lovely, sweetheart. Thank you so much.”
“Papa helped me make it but it was all my idea, Your Majesty.”
Regina was starting to regret not opening the present before rushing to find the child, so she decided that changing the focus of the conversation would be a wise idea.
“You can call me Regina, Roland. After receiving such an amazing gift it would only be fair that I let my new friend address me by my name.” Roland seemed amazed at the idea of being friends with the Queen.
“We are friends?” His hopeful question made Regina smile, while – even if the two participants of the conversation were oblivious to this – Robin smiled at the interaction happening in front of him.
“Well, friends give each other gifts on Christmas Day, and since you gave me yours already, I came to find you to give you mine.” Robin was about to tell her how it wasn’t necessary for her to give his son anything, but stopped himself when he saw her subtly nod at him to let him know that she wanted to do this. She extended her arm to wave her hand and they saw a wrapped box appear from a purple cloud of magic. “This one is for you.”
After receiving a nod of approval from his father, Roland grabbed the present from Regina’s hand to start unwrapping it.
“What do we say to Her Majesty, Roland?”
“Thank you, Majesty.”
“Regina.” She corrected him with a smile. “And it was my pleasure. I hope you like it, Roland.” Regina nodded at Robin as a goodbye and walked away before Roland finished unwrapping his present. She knew he would like his colored pencils as much as Henry had when he was his age.
She was ready to lie down on her bed when she realized that her wrapped present was still lying on it. Tears filled her eyes when she carefully unwrapped it to reveal a wooden angel-shaped ornament. She would make sure to put it on the tree come morning. ———— Regina was sitting on the floor in between Robin’s legs to rest against his chest while cradling little Rose in her arms. Henry was sitting on one side of the couch reading 'Twas the Night before Christmas’ out loud for their family to hear, while Roland, sitting on the opposite side of the couch, was eating what she thought to be the last gingerbread man.
She was listening to Henry’s voice and thinking about how deep it was now compared to when she was the one reading the book to him, when she felt a kiss on her neck. Looking over her shoulder she found the promise of more kisses in Robin’s eyes, but she signaled at the couch with her head, pointing at the children. Roland had started to show his disgust over people – and especially his parents – kissing; and even if he wasn’t as obvious as Roland, she knew that after being witness to some of their passionate kisses, Henry would be uncomfortable if she decided to indulge the former thief and kiss him.
Understanding what she meant, Robin only winked at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips, before encircling her waist with his arms and continuing to listen to the end of the story.
“It’s almost time.” Henry informed them as soon as he finished the story. Regina checked the clock: 23:53. She would have waited two more minutes if it hadn’t been for Roland’s pleading eyes.
“Alright, let’s swap presents before Santa comes to bring his.”
The next twenty minutes were spent between running to get their presents from their secret hideouts and exchanging them. Roland had made drawings for everyone and she felt herself tearing up when she realized she was labelled as 'mama’ whenever she appeared in one of his drawings. Robin held her by his side with one arm and kissed her temple while holding Rose in the other. Henry had decided to buy what he called a 'grown up’ type of present and, with Snow’s help, he got them a video baby monitor to replace the old audio one they were using. Roland had received the collection of Narnia books, which he considered to be 'big boy’s books’; and Henry had gotten a set of Marvel comics he had been asking for for months.
They waited for the kids to go to bed before exchanging their presents. Sitting on the couch, facing each other, she decided to give him her present first.
“Merry Christmas, Robin.” She said and extended the gift to him. She watched his face light up with happiness when he unwrapped it. His present was a framed picture of the five of them that had been taken by Mary Margaret some weeks before.
“I love it.” He said, and put the fame next to him on the coach, to cradle her face in his hands. Regina started to part her lips, expecting to feel his lips on hers soon, but he only kissed the tip of her nose and retreated to his place to grab her present.
“Merry Christmas, my love.” She grabbed the present from his hands and unwrapped it to see Page 23 in a golden picture frame. “I once told you this page represents the hope of a future together, so I saw fit for it to be the way to start it. Turn the frame around.” She stared at him in amused confusion for a few seconds, but did what he asked after receiving an encouraging nod from him.
She turned the frame around to reveal a note that read ‘Will you marry me?’
Fin
Happy birthday @justfangirlingit !!!!!!!!!! Not sure if you received my message but I decided I should be nice from time to time and wrote you a short, silly thing (like me!). Hope you don’t hate it too much! Not beta’d so there are probably many mistakes but it’s all I could do in the short period of time between reading you post and deciding to not do my homework, so whatever. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Summary: Outlaw Queen first meeting AU.
No one would have ever said Regina was the adventurous type. Not when she always looked so elegant, even as a child. Or maybe she had never had the chance to be adventurous; living under the vigilant eye of her mother didn't give her many opportunities to climb trees and play in the mud, and then of course, when she was old enough to fly away and explore the world, New York is as far as she got.
Maybe under different circumstances she would have enjoyed a more rustic life, but those were not her circumstances. It had been only three months after moving to her apartment, and she had felt the need to escape from the city if only for a few hours. Of course she had to work the next day, so leaving the city was not a possibility. If she had been back at home she would have probably been riding, as a way to escape the stress that seemed to follow her everywhere she went; but she didn't have her horses in New York, so she had to improvise.
She was aware the building had a rooftop that once upon a time was used by her old neighbors to tend clothes. Nowadays the only people that ever went up there were technicians if they were needed. And that's how she found her secret place. Not completely secret if she was being honest with herself -everyone knew how to get to the rooftop- but at least it was unused and she could use it to take a break when she got too stressed.
That's where she found herself when she felt like a failure and that giving up and going back home was her only option - not that Cora would ever let her go back home; maybe if she begged and cried and married some old rich man. The view of the city made her feel in peace with herself, and she always felt better after spending some hours there by herself. Her not-so-secret place was private enough for her. Or at least she though it was.
It had been such a long, stressful day at work that she almost threw the lamp on Mr. Gold's desk at his red-haired, self-absorved, pitchy-voiced secretary. She didn't even showered when she got home, just threw her bag on the sofa, grabbed her keys, and went to her secret place to calm down.
Ten minutes had passed when she heard a noise. No, not a noise. Voices. And they were growing louder, which could only mean people were getting closer to her rooftop. She though of hiding before the owners of said voices got there, but then she realized how stupid that idea was: she wasn't doing anything wrong, it's her building too.
The door opened and she just stood there staring at a sandy blonde guy of bright blue eyes and an adorable dimpled smile. He was attractive. And so was the blonde girl clinging to his arm with her lipstick smudged all over her mouth. They were clearly having fun and decided to take it to her rooftop. The though of someone having sex anywhere in her secret place made her shiver -but then, again, it wasn't truly her secret place. Not really hers at all.
The couple in front of her took a notice of her presence and she could already feel the tension rising in the air. They both looked like children caught sneaking sweets. This was stupid, they were all adults, so she decided to be the first to act like one.
"Which one of you lives here?" They both seemed caught off guard by her question but the man rushed to answer.
"That would be me." He had an accent, probably English.
"I've never seen you before. Do you come here often?" The though of him bringing his dates to her rooftop made her uncomfortable. She was already seeing the queues of sexy women he probably brought with him.
"Not really, just when I want to clear my mind or be somewhere more... well, private" Oh so he did bring his dates here; the scoundel.
"I understand, I do to." He looked surprised, he was probably imagining her having wild sex on every single spot of the rooftop with a really hot guy. Good.
"One would have thought we would have met before, don't you think?"
"One would have thought." His blonde companion seemed to feel left out and was about to say something, but Regina really didn't want to hear her voice. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. It was nice to meet you." His smell reached her when she walked pass them. She wouldn't have known how to describe it, other than that he smelled like forest. Maybe it was forest pine deodorant? Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't forget it soon. She was about to close the door when he shouted her to wait.
"Robin." It took Regina some seconds to realize he wasn't calling her Robin, but was telling her his name.
"Regina." He nodded at her answer and she smiled, then closed the door and walked the way back to her apartment. It was a bittersweet feeling knowing that the attractive English guy- Robin, she corrected herself- shared her secret place but was there with someone else.
I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do
For ninzied to encourage and inspire ;)
Thank God I saw this vid before I watched this. I would have screamed and woke everyone up in the house XD
I am so happy that this exists. This is a beautiful fandom.
For italwaysstartswithadance who asked for a daddy!Killian Drabble.
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It’s nights like this when he remembers life at the sea the most. When the sky is clear and the constellations shine through the artificial lights of the town, it’s when his mind goes back to those days spent in the sea. When nights like this, used to drift his mind away from any though of revenge, and his only consolation after Liam’s and Milah’s death, where the starts shining above him and the promise of one day being reunited with them. Those were lonely nights, but a sense of hope always stayed with him in his sleep.
After meeting Emma and finding another reason to live other than vengeance, the stars started to loose their meaning, since Emma herself was now his hope. Loosing her to a curse, made him spend nights staring at the stars again, asking his brother’s help to get through the pain, and wondering if she was happy.
Stars gained a whole different meaning, when he finally won Emma’s heart in its totality and they broke the Dark One’s curse, they spent many nights together, loving each other underneath them. Now gazing at the stars didn’t fill him with hope, it filled him with memories of love and happiness. And though many just though they choose it because it was a beautiful name, naming their daughter Estella had been no coincidence.
Estella, the little princess who held stars in her bright blue eyes -even if her mother kept insisting it reminds her of the sea-, enjoyed learning about the stars as much as her brother used to do, when Emma kept sending Henry with him as a mean of entertainment. Now, there wasn’t much Henry didn’t know about stars; he had even helped him navigate through the sea of a land called Camelot, though no one was impressed, he’s always been a brilliant boy.
Estella’s eyes shine with excitement every time her dad takes her down to the beach to tell her more about the stars, and his heart fills with happiness when he realises that she’s his. His and Emma’s.
Estella, his little star.
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Estella comes from the Latin word ‘estelle’ which means star. In case you didn’t know.
Hope you guys didn’t hate it too much
How about Outlaw Queen Missing Year? Ball with a waltz, lots of eye sex/tension, sass, with an almost-kiss blocked by the Uncharmings.
Sorry for the delay, love! Hope you don’t hate it!!
She knewevery step as well as she knew every spell in her mother’s book - step towardspartner, rotate to the left, stop, grab hand, twist, stop, step away frompartner, bow, step towards partner, rotate to the left, and so on - and she wascompletely sure that being pressed against your partner and swaying slowlyfrom side to side were not part of the dance. Yet here she was, with her headresting on his shoulders and his strong arms hugging her tightly to him,probably making a scene in the middle of the ball. She could feel eyes piercingthrough them, judging them or her most likely, but she realized she couldn’tcare less. Not that she blamed them, the Oh-So-Evil Queen dancing with no oneless than the Prince of Thieves. They were a sight to be behold.It allhad started at the council meeting; their discussion about the Wicked Witch wasstarting to get as repetitive and unhelpful as usual, so her mind startedwandering to other more interesting thoughts such as ’why in heavens was thethief staring at her? He should be paying attention to Snow White’ and ’has hebeen to the Forest lately? Because the stink seems to be more intense thanusual’ she probably would have asked him out loud if it wasn’t for the littleMerry Man sitting on his papa’s lap ’because apparently now the band of LazyMen were to occupied on a hunting trip to take care of the boy’. Regina sneeredat the thought, ’wasn’t the kid accustomed to the wild anyway? Surely a warconversation was no better than a few deers getting killed. At least not for thischild.’ Apparently she sneered a bit too loud because a second later thesilence in the room became so evident, it dragged her off of her thoughts.“Doyou have something to say, Regina?” Asked Snow, lifting an eyebrow at her.She had to bite her tongue to not make a sarcastic remark about how there werelots of things she had to say.“No.”“Thenyou agree?” What?“Well…”She looked around the table to see if any of the faces of the peoplesurrounding her would give away what she was supposed to agree or disagreewith. And then she saw him. The thief. Imperceptibly nodding at her. “…Isupposed I do.” A glimmering smile spread through Snow’s face and sherealised that trusting the thief had been a mistake.“Thena ball it is.” And right then and there, Robin Hood, who happened to besmirking at her, became number one on her enemies list.………………………..The ballhad been Snow’s idea of uniting the plebe with the nobles. Since Storybrookehad changed mostly everyone’s thoughts on social class, they wanted to show, tothose who hadn’t been affected by the curse, that social class was just a labeland that they were all equals. But of course they weren’t, Regina knew that. Itwas easy to feel as equals in Storybrooke were you had your beautiful house andthe richest people in town lived in a mansion and payed taxes. Yet here peopleeither lived in slums or in castles, there was no in-between, but Snow didn’tseem to understand this and her desire to unite everyone would bring up more troublesthan solutions. The Enchanted Forest was as prepared for social equality asthey were to use phones and the internet. They just weren’t. And this made herhate this forsaken land just a little bit more. She haddecided to look as regal as she could -to remind everyone that she was stillthe queen even if she wasn’t evil anymore- but then Snow had begged her to look‘more casual’ and maybe use lighter colours, and just for the sake of gettingrid of her step-daughter, she had agreed. She really should stop agreeing toeverything Snow asks her.Since herdark coloured dresses had basically been banned from the ball by Snow, sheopted to use one of her old gowns. It used to be one of her favourites - thelight blue of the velvet reminding her of Daniel’s blue eyes that were nownothing more than a distant memory - and she probably would never admit it -noteven to herself - but she was glad she could use Snow’s stubbornness as anexcuse to use the dress again. Her makeup softer than usual -and just in case,she would also blame Snow for that- and her hair up and curlier than it wouldnormally be, to let to view the open back of her dress.You couldsay she looked different than usual, she wouldn’t say it was a shockingdifferent, but the way people turned their heads when she walked by, made herquestion if in reality she actually looked much more different than sherealised.Thestares were annoying her to no end, ’didn’t they realise she was still thequeen?’ She could hang them all on the courtyard just for daring to look at herin the eye. And maybe she would, they still call her the evil queen, so why notgive them what they ask for? She decides that the next person she sees staring,will be the first hanged in the morning -she knows she won’t hang anyone comethe morning, but at least imagining people hanged will take her thoughts awayof how self-conscious the idiots around her were making her feel. And then shesees him, the thief, walking towards her with a smug smile on his face. Andoh how she would love to swipe it off his face by either slapping or kissinghim, she just can’t decide yet.It wasprobably too obvious to turn around and walk away, 'and since when did she careif she was being obvious?’, so she squared her shoulders and plastered a disgustedgrimace on her face, maintaining eye contact with him. Just to let him knowshe’s not pleased by his approach, or by his mere existence to be honest.“YourMajesty, I must say you are quite the sight”“Soyou’ve finally learned the proper way to address me. I’m impressed, thief.Maybe the next thing you should learn is not to steal clothes from a royal whenyou happen to be a guest in said royal's castle.” Just as she decidedto ignore his compliment, he decided to ignore the venom in her words.“I’mglad to know I can impress you, milady. And I appreciate your concern about theorigin of my clothes, but I assure you they’ve been lend to me by Prince James.And even if I must admit I’ve been tempted by the many goods I’ve seen in thecastle; the only thing I plan to steal from a Royal, is a dance from the Queen.”Reginalifted her eyebrow in a mocked glance “A dance from me?”“Unlessthere are other Queens at the ball tonight. I believe the Queen is you”The sniffshe let out in response, was something she knew her mother would’ve categorizedas 'unladylike like' “Iknow 'I’ am the Queen. I just don’t understand why?”“Whywhat, Milady?”“Whywould you dance with me? And I thought we had stablished that it is 'YourMajesty’, not 'Milady’”“Wehad, but I decided to ignore that.” Robin didn’t show any signs of beingaffected by the cold stare she gave him “And as for 'why’, Milady, I don’tsee why someone wouldn’t want to dance with a beautiful lady such as yourself.”“Abeautiful lady that happens to be the Evil Queen”“Ahhbut the 'Evil’ moniker seemssomething of an overstatement to me. Bold andaudacious perhaps, but not Evil.”“Believeme, thief, the name served me well”“AndI’m sure it did, milady, I’m just saying that right now I can’t see anythingevil about you”“Welldon’t get accustomed to this looks, because the reason of it, is this damnedball, and it won’t be repeated.”It tookRobin some seconds to understand that she though he had referred to the way shespecifically looked tonight. As if he could see her as evil when she waswearing her normal clothing.“Ididn’t mean tonig-”“Youwanted to dance. Let’s do it. Now” Robin was taken aback by her suddenchange of behaviour, but took in her acceptance of his offer and led her overto the dance floor.“Notthat I’m complaining, but what changed your mind?” The contact of his handin her waist had shivers running through her spine.“Swapplaces with me.”“Wha-”“Youwant to know what changed my mind? Swap places with me.” Robin did as hewas told, positioning himself where Regina had been a second before.“Yousee that man behind me? The one with the Santa type of beard?” Even thoughhe didn’t understand what a 'santa’ was, he nodded at the sight of the only manwith a beard behind her.“Hewas coming to ask me for a dance.” Robins raised both of his eyebrows insurprise. “Does it surprise you that someone would want to dance with meother than you?”“Notat all, Milady. What surprises me is that you would prefer to dance with meinstead of him. I’m sure a Lord is more worthy of dancing with Her Majesty,than a common thief like myself.”“Hewas my husband’s friend” Regina avoided his eyes, and he decided it mustbe a delicate subject for him to inquire into.“ThenI’m glad I could be of use. Even if I must admit, I’m not a great dancer.”He’s attempt to lighten up the mood failed miserably, she still won’t meet hiseyes and the only thing he can think of to comfort her is to hug her.Of coursehe doesn’t really hug her -he doesn’t want to be roasted for his boldness- buthe does move his arms around her waist to a point where it could still beconsidered part of the dance -judging by the stares they are attracting tothem, no one thinks it’s part of the dance.He’ll blamehis bluntness on the intoxicating perfume of her hair if needed, yet he stillmeant every word. “I lied. Before. When I said the only thing I planned tosteal was a dance with you. I’m also planning to steal your heart, Regina, I’vebeen planning it for a long time now.
For onceuponasenpai . Little Drabble for you, dear! I tried to make it shorter to send it through your ask, but I just couldn’t 😂. Hope you don’t hate it. Thanks for your help! [FF.net] [AO3]
A loud noise and a moan had her bright blue eyes opening. It was still too dark for her to wake up, and the shadows cause by the light of the moon were scaring her. Another noise was heard and she decided staying in her bed was not a good idea. She though about going to Henry’s room, but then she remembered he was staying with his other mum for the weekend. There was only one other option: go to her parents room. She would have preferred Henry to be here tonight, since he, unlike her parents, never locked the bedroom door.
She sneaked out of her room, careful to not make a sound -just in case whatever woke her up was still out there, and also to not wake up her parents- and prayed all the way to her parents room that the door wasn’t locked this time. She considered knocking once she got to the door, but again, she didn’t want to make noise. Her heart was beating fast and in the desperation of not making noise she gave up and run all the way to her parents bed, not realising both of them were already awake.
“Rose?” Her mother’s voice was hoarse and deep “Did you had a nightmare, princess?” Rose shaked her head no and snuggled on her mum’s shoulder.
“I heard a noise and got scared.” She could feel her mother tensing and then relaxing again. From her position she couldn’t see the blush on her face.
“I’m sure it was nothing, sweetheart. Would you like daddy to go and check if there are any monsters around?”
For some reason her dad didn’t seem to want to get out of the bed “I’m sure everything is alright, love”
“Can I stay and sleep here with you?”
“Don’t you prefer to sleep in your room with Mr. Cuddles?” The idea of going back to her favourite teddy bear was tempting, she couldn’t believe she forgot to bring him with her. Yet she was far too scared to go back to her room, and she knew just what to do to get her parents to let her stay with them.
Rose turned around on her mother’s arms to face her father. “Can I stay here, daddy?” She open her eyes the same way she did when she asked him for cookies. She heard her mother sight before her father even answered.
“Of course you can, princess” Rose snuggled on her mothers shoulder again and felt her dad’s arm wrap them both. And surprisingly this time, no loud noises or moans were heard through the night.
‘I swear I saw it somewhere’
I wish you could write a fic where captain swan gets married
You asked and you shall receive sweet anon. Hopefully you won’t hate it. It’s 2:54 am and no beta has read it, so I apologise for the mistakes I probably made but can’t seem to recognise. Also SPOILER ALERT or kind of. [FF.net] or [AO3]
Riding horses was not something Emma Swan would normally do. Maybe running and climbing from time to time, after all, some of the convicts she chased were rather creative in their escaping ways -not that they ever succeeded, but she’d give them credit for trying. Yet riding was not something she had experienced, and up until this point, she hadn’t even cared. David had once offered to give her lessons, but she though that knowing how to wield a sword was enough of a ‘fairytale ability’ for her. And now here she was, pressed against the back of her husband, galloping away from the castle, regretting her previous lack of interest in horses.
The bouncing of the horse was uncomfortable, and her legs were starting to ache. On the good side, at least she could use her lack of knowledge as an excuse to wrap her arms around Killian’s torso and lean her head on his shoulders. She tried not to think that this was something she could do whenever she wanted - for the rest of her life, if she so pleased - without using a horse as an excuse, because then she would remember how uncomfortable her position is and start regretting not taking those damned riding lessons, again.
She would have preferred to leave in a carriage, but there hadn’t been time. The wedding had been as secretive and intimate as a royal wedding could be. Which meant that there had been more acquaintances than intimate friends and family. And considering how big their family tree was… the secretiveness meant that every noble and every peasant within a radar of three kingdoms, knew that Princess Emma of Misthaven was going to marry her pirate lover. Hell they even knew the exact moment when the priest -if it was an actual priest, she wasn’t really sure how religious people were here - would say ‘You may now kiss the bride’ since it was just three seconds away of the doors of the main hall being slammed open in what Emma recognised from Henry’s book as ‘Regina’s entrance’. But it wasn’t Regina who opened the doors this time - just in case, Emma checked over the crowd, and found Regina in her assigned sit next to her two Locksley boys and Henry, looking as stunned as everyone in the hall.
The impudent resulted to be a messenger warning them about soldiers from a nearby kingdom that pretended to attack them - she assumes they didn’t know that the quantity of wizards and witches attending to her Royal wedding probably exceeded the number of magical beings in the rest of the kingdoms all together.
Suddenly she was being dragged from the altar by her mother telling her to not waste time in the forthcoming battle and to enjoy her honeymoon
Which brings us back to Emma galloping at the speed of sound in a white stallion named Maximus, with her husband controlling the reins. Her legs were aching a bit more every second and she was starting to feel sick because of the bouncing. That was it, she couldn’t hold on any longer, she told Killian she needed to stretch her legs - and probably cut the length of her dress- and he reluctantly stopped the horse.
After taking deep breaths to calm her stomach, Emma opened her eyes to find Killian picking up a couple of flowers from the ground to offer them to her. “You know we are not even out of the Royal Gardens yet, love?” it was laid out as an innocent question but Emma knew it was more of a reproach, so she decided to distract him of his worry for a while.
“You know we didn’t have our first kiss as husband and wife yet… Love?” She answered and took the flowers in her hand. The poor imitation of his accent made him raise his eyebrow in amusement,
“And what are ye gonna do about it, Swan?” Emma grabbed the lapels of his coat to pull him closer and crashed their lips together. Funny, she though, pretty similar to their first kiss. But their first kiss had been not much more than a way to release the heat and tension between them, as passionate as this kiss, maybe, but it lacked of the feeling that now seemed to run through every fibber of her body. Love.
Her arms sneaked around his neck to pull him even closer to her, lips parting and tongues moving together in a dance that was no longer unknown to any of them. The familiarity of it made her smile into the kiss, causing Hook to smile as well just because she was.
Their foreheads pressed together in an intimate way she hadn’t been with anyone since years before meeting Killian. She chuckled at the though of him being her husband now, who would have though back when they first met that they would end up married.
“What’s so funny, Swan?”
“You know I’m not sure if you can call me Swan anymore. It’s Jones now.”
“Oh, but you shall always be my Dark Swan”
Wait… What? Did he just called her dark? The number of questions forming in her head only increased as her vision blurred. She could still see the lines of concern forming on his forehead and hear the echo of an 'I love you’ when she woke up.
TIMELINE Not everything is ‘official’, but OncePodcast’s timeline seems to be mostly accurate and definitely comprehensive, so I’d say it’s a good place to check → http://oncepodcast.com/once-upon-a-time-timeline/
LOCATIONS Once Upon a Time Fan Podcast has a lot of information about real/fiction locations in Storybrooke, including other restaurants that are not Granny’s! ;-) Definitely worth a read, with other links to extended info → http://www.onceuponatimepodcast.com/ouat-moncton-streetstorybrooke-store-list/ Other general locations websites → https://moviemaps.org/movies/h7 → http://everythingonceuponatime.weebly.com/filming-locations.html → http://recultured.com/entertainment/tv/17/a-trip-to-storybrooke/ Pictures of the filming locations by Clayton Perry → https://www.flickr.com/photos/claytonperry/sets/72157627166811555/ Video tour of Regina’s house in Storybrooke → http://red-musings.tumblr.com/post/52064378225/108mifflinst The Mayor’s office → http://red-musings.tumblr.com/post/64608325234/mayor-millss-office-in-storybrooke
EPISODE TRANSCRIPTS For all your exact-quote needs, there are several options: Once Upon a Time Wikia has transcripts for most of S1-S2-S3 episodes → http://onceuponatime.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Transcripts Ouattranscripts offers transcripts going from S1E01 to S2E16 → https://ouattranscripts.wordpress.com/index/ There are also several websites with subtitle-like transcripts. Those at least are up to date, even though a bit difficult to read since it’s just the lines → http://transcripts.foreverdreaming.org/viewforum.php?f=143 → http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/episode_scripts.php?tv-show=once-upon-a-time
CHARACTER BIOS AND HISTORY Once Upon a Time Wikia is a good place to cross-check facts about characters and their place in the OUaT universe → http://onceuponatime.wikia.com/wiki/Once_Upon_a_Time_Wiki
RANDOM STUFF The Once Upon a Time Fan Site‘s “Easter Eggs | Trivia” and a “FAQs” sections are worth checking out → http://ouatv1.blogspot.com/ Costume designs → http://www.onceuponatimefans.co.uk/apps/photos/album?albumid=13167651 Different wallpapers that appear in the series → http://red-musings.tumblr.com/post/68583510325/once-upon-a-wallpaper Emma’s swan necklace → http://pyrrha.com/collections/talismans/products/swan
For later
Thanks evil–isnt–born for your help, you are amazing!
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If there was one thing Emma knew about clothes - probably the only thing she knew about them - it was that a tight dress will give you a one hundred and one percent chance of getting hired by an old creep. And, of course, this time hadn’t been any different except that this time she couldn’t just chose a job more to her liking, since now she had Henry - her three year old son - to care for. So while she had not enjoyed the lascivious glances the man threw to her cleavage throughout the whole interview, or the way he seemed to have to swallow his saliva after every word he sent her way, it had served a purpose: she got the job. Now, as the dyed-extremely-blonde teenager asks her about some ‘summer collection’ she realises just how much she, in fact, doesn’t know about clothes and how, as the teenager reinforces, ill suited she is for this job. They are not always like this - most of the clients are, but not all of them. Usually, there are old ladies who look at her with repulsion and superiority when they realise she doesn’t know anything about the sure-as-hell-too-expensive clothes they ask for. And there also are teenagers like the one she just had to disappoint with her narrowed knowledge of “season collections”. But not all of them are like this. At least, she can recall one of them who isn’t: the middle aged brunette who comes every day at half past four. They never talk and only on rare occasions does the woman decided to glance her way - but she doesn’t take it personal, since the mysterious woman does the same to all the others shop assistants. She very often looks displeased before leaving. But then she comes back. Every single day. Sometimes she buys something -like the tight pencil skirts she often wears - and sometimes she leaves the shop empty handed. It’s come to be kind of an entertainment for Emma, in this shop where she feels so out of place, to watch the brunette walking around the same aisles as the day before, and the one before that, and the one before that, and so on. Maybe she expects to find something different, or maybe she just has some time to waste during a break from work. For whatever reason it is, Emma won’t complain, since she does enjoy watching the woman. Today is no different. The woman comes in, opening the double doors with both of her hands as if entering the hall of a palace, and steps into the shop wearing those heels that would inspire anyone lay bodily on the ground for her to walk over, just so her beautiful shoes don’t have to touch the floor - heels that would probably cost Emma’s entire salary, but would probably be worth it for how sinfully long they (would) make her tanned legs look. The woman’s head is held high and - whoa, she’s looking. She is looking and walking towards Emma with decisive steps, and Emma can feel her blood run faster as her heart rate increases with every step the brunette takes. Cold sweat is running down her neck and she tries to put on a confident smile - like she’s supposed to - that probably looks more like a shy grimace as the woman stares profoundly at her. Way to go, Emma. It seems like she’s waiting for Emma to say something, so Emma ventures, “Can I help you with something?” Her voice sounds too shaky for her liking. “Underwear.” Emma feels her face turn bright red, and she realises that this is the first word she has ever heard the attractive brunette pronounce with that raspy voice of hers. “Underwear.” It sounds like a question and a statement when Emma repeats the word. “Yes. Underwear.” The brunette rolls her eyes, and Emma realises it should be illegal to look so gorgeous while being so condescending. “I’m not sure where to find it in this shop, and I would like your advice.” Emma feels her throat go dry, and it doesn’t help her to to sound less like an idiot when she answers. “My advice?” “Yes, your advice. Now, are you going to help me or are you going to stay there staring at me like some lost puppy? Decide fast, dear, I don’t have all day.” The woman folds her arms and before Emma’s eyes can drop to the obvious cleavage this action has created, she bites her tongue and motions for the woman to follow her. Emma stares at the brunette as she walks around and picks some underwear sets, and tries not to imagine her wearing any of the provocative lingerie she is holding. When the woman seems satisfied, she asks for Emma’s name before heading to the fitting rooms. Emma decides that waiting for the brunette to come out is the clever solution to the situation, but apparently the woman has other ideas, as Emma hears her name being called from behind the closed fitting room curtain. Emma clears her throat as she approaches “Yes?” The curtain is yanked open, and Emma feels her heart sink as she stares at the woman inside. “How does it look?” “I think it looks se- great. Ms…?” “Oh. Ms Mills. But I guess you can call me Regina since you’ve already seen me in my underwear.” The added wink at the end of the sentence is all Emma needs to feel the air around her heating up. Emma gives her approval to almost every single pair of underwear Regina shows her, but at the end Regina ends up walking to the cashier with just a black lace set in her hand. “I really like the set you’re leaving with, Regina. It looks stunning on you.” Emma blushes when she realises she spoke out loud. “I’m glad you liked it dear. I plan for you to see it again soon.” With that the brunette walks away with a smirk, a bag in her hand, and her hips swinging from side to side, leaving behind an open-mouth Emma wondering if Regina will come tomorrow as she does every day. The job just got interesting.
To be continued…?
