Be Alright 4/?

Summary: Sometimes all it takes is one phone call to completely turn our lives upside down.

He’d left. That was all she’d known. He’d packed up in the middle of the night after a stupid fight, leaving no trace behind of where he’d gone. But when David’s phone rang one night telling them that Killian was in a hospital in Boston, everything changed. For Emma, it was the last call she ever expected and it meant facing the ghosts of her past and releasing everything she’d kept bottled up and hidden away.

But then again sometimes it’s the tragedies in our lives that finally let us feel again.

A/N: I’ve tried editing the cut line 3 times now and tumblr just doesn’t want you to read more under the cut I guess. Sorry to the mobile peeps

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3

If Ao3 is more your jam…

It was dark. Just so dark. He felt himself being drawn deeper and deeper, a bottomless pit of despair. The place where hope went to die. Everything was confusing, thoughts incoherent, but he felt the grief all around him. Nothing but death and despair. Deeper and deeper still he fell, with nothing to cling to. No lifeline to hold to.

Until he heard it. A call to arms in the night.

He followed the sound, winding through a maze, wrong turn after wrong turn, but the voice still called to him. A pull to the core of his spirit. But just as he emerged from the deep dark woods that had been holding him captive, the world went silent. His lids still heavy, the world still dark.

Everything was wrong.

But then he heard a shuffle, and she moved just enough to make it into his eyeline, and suddenly he wasn’t so alone.

“Who’s Grumpy?”

“Killian?” That one single word, his very name was a balm to his weary soul.

She was there, wherever there was. Everything unfamiliar. Everything except her. But there was something, a feeling he couldn’t quite place. Something just out of reach, like a distant memory. Her voice, her presence. Something wasn’t right. Something.

He let the void take him once again...

Be Alright (3/?)

Summary: Sometimes all it takes is one phone call to completely turn our lives upside down.

He’d left. That was all she’d known. He’d packed up in the middle of the night after a stupid fight, leaving no trace behind of where he’d gone. But when David’s phone rang one night telling them that Killian was in a hospital in Boston, everything changed. For Emma, it was the last call she ever expected and it meant facing the ghosts of her past and releasing everything she’d kept bottled up and hidden away.

But then again sometimes it’s the tragedies in our lives that finally let us feel again.

A/N: Better late than never right?

Previous chapters: 1, 2

If Ao3 is more your jam...

They were in Paris, sitting in a cafe just down the street from the Eiffel Tower. Two glasses of wine on the table as they took turns sharing their food with one another. A feeling of pure and complete peace descending upon her.

Things like that didn’t really happen though. Not to people like Emma. She should have realized that it was a dream right away, but part of her wanted to believe it. She’d had that same dream before, in happier times. The first time was just after Killian had finished something on one of his boats. There was a technical term for the way he’d sculpted the wood, carved into it, but she’d never bothered to really learn any of it. No, she’d always been content to just sit in a chair in his warehouse watching him work. Watching as the sweat beads rolled down his face, falling from his chin. The way his muscles flexed under his dampened shirt.

Watching him build his boats had always turned her on, even when they all went as a group to see his latest projects. He was an artist, his creations marvels. He was always so determined and focused, she and David would often have to drag him away. But on the days that she visited alone, she slowed him down immensely. Not that he’d complained. But that was in the beginning. Before she felt confident enough to let him sleep over. Instead she’d sneak a visit to him while he worked, letting herself become worked up in the process. They’d make love there. Sometimes on the couch he had in his office, sometimes on the deck of a boat that was barely large enough to fit one person.

It had been exciting in a way. The newness of whatever they had. The knowledge that they could get caught by an unsuspecting client. On that day, he’d been covered in paint and she jumped him the second he was done. They hadn’t even made it to his office, barely grabbing an old sheet he used as a tarp to shield them from the cold concrete floor. He was insatiable, and she reveled in it.

Be Alright 2/?

Summary: Sometimes all it takes is one phone call to completely turn our lives upside down.

He'd left. That was all she'd known. He'd packed up in the middle of the night after a stupid fight, leaving no trace behind of where he'd gone. But when David's phone rang one night telling them that Killian was in a hospital in Boston, everything changed. For Emma, it was the last call she ever expected and it meant facing the ghosts of her past and releasing everything she'd kept bottled up and hidden away.

But then again sometimes it's the tragedies in our lives that finally let us feel again.

A/N: Surprise! In honor of National Pancake Day I give you pancakes!

If AO3 is more your thing...

Chapter: 1

She clung to him, the warmth of his body shielding her from the cold air. Her shirt lost somewhere in his living room, her bra in the hallway. In the six months they’d been sleeping together, he’d always been so adept at removing the buttons and clasps holding her clothes together. She’d always heard stories in college from his conquests on how gifted he was, but experiencing him for herself had been something entirely different. Just his breath on her shoulder blade was enough to leave her a trembling mess.

The first few months had been pure passion. They couldn’t get enough of each other, despite their best attempts to stay apart. He’d arrive at her door and before she could even get out the word hello, he’d be on her. Mouths fused, teeth scraping against the skin of her neck. He’d leave marks all over her body, just as she’d leave scratches on his back.

They’d excuse themselves early from family dinners. Cancel plans with friends at the last minute. They’d even called in sick a time or two from work. A primal need to be connected. But at the end of every escapade, one of them would leave, returning to their own apartment. An emotional detachment ever present, just the way Emma preferred it. Can’t get left if you’re already halfway out the door yourself.

Anyone up for a sneak peek?

I just realized that tomorrow is National Pancake Day so it seemed fitting to post up chapter 2 for Be Alright tomorrow.

Be Alright 1/?

Hey peeps. I found this about a week ago sitting in my docs. I have everything finished except for the last chapter so I guess I’ll try to polish that off soon. My brain can’t seem to concentrate on my book alone so hopefully working on this will jump start the muse again.

A/N: You may recognize part 1 and be really confused. (you also more likely won’t recognize it though) I had a really nasty anon trolling my box daily for a while there so I published this on AO3 under a different name to avoid more trolling. I only posted the first part before I forgot that it existed...

 It was strange being there. A newness that left Emma feeling uneasy. It made sense that her brother and sister-in-law had chosen to purchase a larger place considering the newest little Nolan would eventually want a room of his own. The new house wasn’t very large or fancy, but it was in a safe neighborhood and that alone had been worth maxing out their budget according to David. Ever the vigilant protector.

Emma Swan had never been one to believe in ghosts. Not literally at least. Weird knocking noises were almost always just old pipes. The scratching noise against the window in the bedroom was probably just a tree branch. But she did believe in the ghosts of memories. People were always abandoning her, always leaving her with the phantom of themselves. The fleeting feeling of what had been, of what could have been. But there, in that new house, there was nothing, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Not when it meant his ghost wasn’t there anymore.

“So, how are things with Graham?”

“Jesus, a little warning next time would be nice.” Emma sputtered out, trying not to spill her cocoa out on the new dining table.

The conversation up until that point had been relaxed. Mary Margaret discussing the field trip she was planning on taking all of her children on the following week. Emma filling in the holes with gossip about Leroy’s latest arrest after drunkenly trying to serenade one of the nuns in the middle of the night. Then out of nowhere the conversation shifted, nearly taking her head off from the whiplash.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. You guy have been dating for what, almost a year now?”

Emma gave her sister-in-law a non commentmental shrug.

“I heard he asked you to move it with him.”

Emma shrugged once again, hoping to avoid the inevitable.