#24 fics

[oncestifer]

i need you to stay with me

[24 fics in 24 hours, #24]

(spoilerish drabble)

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If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving.

His words echo in her mind long after they’ve parted ways, when she’s lying in her bed trying to get some sleep. But she can’t not think about it: about all the ways he could’ve died; about all the ways he could’ve gotten hurt; about all the ways he wouldn’t still be in her life. And it terrifies her.

Giving up, she lights her bedside lamp and grabs her phone, dialing the number for the phone she gave him (knowing the number by heart, not that she’d admit to it). He answers on the second ring.

“Swan? Is everything alright?” He sounds frantic, but she had told him the phone was for emergencies, so she doesn’t blame him for worrying, especially not when it’s two am and a snow queen is still on the loose.

She sighs into the speaker of the phone. “It’s fine.”

He doesn’t say anything else (she can hear him breathing still), because damn it he knows her so well, knows that she needs to talk without questions right now.

“I can’t sleep. Thinking about earlier today.” She drags a hand over her face, and lets it lay over her eyes.  

There’s a muffled sound of something, as if he’s moving about the room, but he keeps quiet.

“I’m not used to having this many people to worry about in my life.” She takes a deep breath, trying to not let her emotions take over again, like they had during the evening. It aches across her chest, and each breath feels heavier and heavier. “And I can’t deal with – “

There’s a knock on the door, and she frowns despite feeling like she’s about to burst. “What the hell? Hold on, Killian.”

She pulls on her pajama pants and heads for the front door, opening it carefully before she sees who it is.

“What are you doing here, Killian?” she gapes, and stares at the phone in her hand. “I thought you were – “

He interrupts her by pulling her in for an embrace, both arms tightly wrapped around her neck, breathing against her throat, carefully cradling her head, and just like that the ache disappears, and breathing isn’t so hard anymore. 

[oncestifer]

and i fall (with you)

[24 fics in 24 hours, #23]

(x)

Emma comes home from a girl’s night out, not one hundred percent sober but sober enough to manage the lock on the door by her own, in the hopes that Killian might be waiting up for her.

During the evening, she kept sending Killian pictures of what they were doing (to the phone he had spent endless amount of hours trying to master, and it was so cute she had to make use of it). Some of Aurora singing karaoke with Mulan, others of Mary Margaret and Regina bonding over a tequila shot. As the night progressed and her body took up the alcohol, she started sending some of herself, knowing he’d like them.

So when she gets home, she’s prepared for him to lie on the bed, waiting for her. Or the couch. Or even the kitchen counter; she’s not picky, not right now. But he’s not in any of those places, because he’s in the shower.

She tips on her toes all the way to the bathroom, starts undressing and dropping her clothes as she goes, smiling when she reaches the door to find it unlocked. When she’s inside, she quickly moves the curtain and steps into the shower, scaring the crap out of him (if the look on his face is any indication).

And she screams.

“Killian! Holy crap that’s cold!”

His face softens as he turns around to change the temperature, before he smirks at her. “You and your bloody pictures are the reason I’m in here, because you took an endless amount of time to get home and I was going crazy.”

She grins. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” She drags a hand through his wet hair. “And I’m here now.”

His eyes wander from her head all the way down to her feet, and back up again, looking like a child finally getting to open their Christmas present. Or maybe a predator getting their prey. “Indeed you are.”

He catches her lips with his (chases the smile she can't help) and he tastes like water and cinnamon – like home. 

[oncestifer]

24 fics in 24 hours, full list

whoa, i'm done! and it took me more like 4 days than 24 hours, because lemme tell you, it is hard to fangirl for 24 hours straight as an adult with a bunch of boring duties. 

oh well. thank you all for the lovely likes and your even lovlier tags in the reblogs (yes i read them all). i love you all. here's the full list of all the fic's i've written for this;

Teacher/student au 

Imagine your otp cuddling on the couch during a snowstorm  

Sonogram  

Emma finds a tattoo  

Childhood friends au  

Arguing over ice cream flavors  

Spying on hot neighbor raking leaves  

Hearing the other’s thoughts au  

Emma asks about Killian’s rings  

Accidentally taking each other’s phones (part one) 

Divorce attorney’s au  

TOW the morning after  

Titanic au (part one)  

Emma is cold  

Accidentally taking each other’s phones (part two)  

Playing twister  

Celebrity/fan au  

Titanic au (part two)   

Emma backs into Killian's car 

Lab partners au  

Arguing who is taller

Meeting online au

Emma sneaks into Killian’s shower

Post 4x03 episode drabble

(happy once day everyone!)

[oncestifer]

If your doing the fic ship thing would you mind writing a CS 9 or a Outlaw Queen 18??

[24 fics in 24 hours, #22]

9. meeting online au (sort of, i changed it again, oops)

Emma walks into the restaurant more nervous than she’s been in years. She hates blind dates, and she can’t be sure what kind of man Ruby would set her up with, given Ruby’s previous history with set-ups.

Still, Emma has promised Ruby to try and have a good time and she’ll do her best to do so.

She sees a white flower in the pocket of a man sitting alone in the middle of the restaurant, and her heart jumps; she and her date is supposed to wear white flowers to recognize each other, and if that man is the one she’s meeting she will get Ruby all the presents in the world, because he’s beautiful.

She approaches him cautiously. “Killian?”

He looks up at her – she forgets where she is for a split second as their eyes meet – and smiles. “Emma?”

She nods, and feels her heart speed up when he pulls out her chair for her.

“We meet at last,” Killian says as their waiter comes with the menus. “Been looking forward to this for quite some time, actually.”

She frowns. “Ruby just told me three days ago.”

“Ruby?”

“What?”

"What?"

They stare at each other, before Killian groans. “You didn’t sign yourself up on the dating website, did you?”

Her mouth falls open. “What dating website?!”

He starts grinning. “I’m guessing your friend – Ruby was it? – signed you up, and booked this date with me.”

It’s Emma’s turn to groan. “She told me this was a blind date, that you were a friend of a friend or something.”

He meets her eyes again, and for a moment they just look at each other, before they bursts out laughing, the entire situation so absurd that there’s not much else to do.

(He asks her to stay, anyway, and she does, and ends up having the best date in her life. He asks if he can kiss her when they are about to part ways, and she hums with a smile as she sinks into him, shivering when he runs a hand through her hair).

(She ignores Ruby for three days, until she caves and tells her all about Killian, smiling the entire time).

[oncestifer]

size doesn't matter

[24 fics in 24 hours, #21]

(x)

It’s her dad that interrupts them in the middle of their argument, eyebrows raised at them both.

“What’s going on?” he wonders, and Emma and Killian only look at each other for a split second before starting to plead their case to David simultaneously. He starts waving his hands in the air just seconds after. “Whoa, I can’t hear if you’re talking at the same time.”

They both turn quiet, stealing glances at each other as they wait for David to continue.

“Emma, what is going on?”

She smirks at Killian, doing all but sticking her tongue out, obviously pleased she's talking first. “Killian claims he’s taller than me.”

David starts laughing. “That’s what you were arguing about?”

“Yes!” they reply at the same time, and David bites the inside of his cheeks to stop laughing when he sees they are serious.

“Okay, well there’s an easy way to settle this. Back to back,” he orders, and they both obey immediately; he starts measuring with his eyes, putting a hand on both of their heads to be able to see it better and is actually surprised to find that Emma is taller.

He’s about to say as much when he looks down at their feet, and sighs. “Emma, you’re not allowed to stand on your toes.”

Killian snickers. “Does that mean I’m taller?”

“It does.”

Killian does a small victory dance that makes David grimace, before he sweeps Emma up in his arms and does a twirl with her there, pressing his lips against her for a kiss. Emma laughs, all anger seemingly gone, and David finds himself wondering if people find him and Snow equally nauseatingly cute to be around.

[oncestifer]

captain swan 14

[24 fics in 24 hours, #20]

14. lab partners au

Killian used to see himself as a strong, confident person who wouldn’t hesitate in a crisis where people were injured and the like. He also used to think that when he finally saw that one person he would love, he would know and he would have all the right words to say and would make them fall for him as he would them.

As he lays on the floor, that Swan girl cradling his head to make sure he doesn’t hit it on the hard surface, he comforts himself that at least he knew when he saw her. He’s not so sure if he made a very good first impression, though, given that he fainted at the first sight of blood and still hasn’t spoken to her.

(He wants to woo her, and feels ridiculous for it. But he wouldn’t mind being a complete fool if it meant she would speak to him). 

“Well, that was embarrassing,” he says when he’s sure his voice will hold, still a little dizzy. The entire class is watching him, staring as if he’s an animal at the zoo, and he hates it.

She laughs, and he feels her whole body shake next to him where she squats. “I agree. And not very graceful” He meets her eyes – laughter in them, not mockery – and tries to keep his gaze there, trying to get the rest of the room to fade away as he focuses on her voice. “You should probably go see the school nurse.”

He attempts a smile and hopes it doesn’t look like he’s cringing. (He is). “Only if you take me.”

She rolls her eyes, and it kind of makes him even dizzier but he doesn’t want to look away, watching as she turns around to tell the teacher they’re headed out, her golden hair falling over her face as she bends over him to help him up from the floor.

As she leads him through the empty halls, a warm hand on his side, he again realizes he doesn’t mind being a fool when she’s around. Not if it means she looks at him like she does now.

[oncestifer]

the first time i hit (on) you

[24 fics in 24 hours, #19]

(x)

She’s just about to back out of her parking spot after spending three freaking hours grocery shopping (which happens to be a menace with a five year old present, something she just learned the hard way) when another car is suddenly just there, and her car keeps rolling and Henry is crying next to her. When she hits the other car she feels like screaming.

(She doesn’t, though).

(Not now. Not here).

(She wouldn’t trade being a single mom for anything in the world, but some days are so much harder than others. Some days she just wants to lie in her bed and hide under the covers with Henry until it passes. Some days she wonders if she’s doing everything wrong with him. All days she loves him so much it hurts).

She swears, and quickly gets out of the car to face the other driver – a man – as he studies both cars.

“So, so sorry! It’s been a crappy day and I’ve been here forever and I’m tired and my son wouldn’t stop crying and – “

The man smiles with his entire face. “Relax, lass. Doesn’t seem like a big bump, and I’ve a mate that fixes cars.”

“Oh,” she says dumbly. “How – wait, hold on a minute.” She walks back the few steps to her car and takes Henry out with her, afraid he’ll be too warm in there, and holds his small fingers as he walks in front of her. She tells him to stop when they are in front of Killian, and both smile at each other.

“So how do we do this?” she asks, watching Killian make a silly face at Henry, who grins in return. Great. Not only did she hit the most beautiful man she’s ever seen, but he also loves kids. She might as well just melt into a puddle on the ground right where she is.

Killian tears his eyes away from the boy. “My mate can probably fix this for free if we bring them in now when he’s not busy. Go home and leave all your groceries and meet me at -” he says and turns around to search for something in his car. He finds a napkin and a pen and writes something on it before handing it to Emma. “This address here.”

She takes the note. “I – “

“And bring the lad,” he adds with a wink at Henry.

I’m screwed, she thinks.

She drives off a few minutes later, promising to meet him at the mechanics and only looks in the rearview mirror twice. Okay, maybe four times. But who’s counting?

[oncestifer]

my heart will go on, part two

[24 fics in 24 hours, #18]

(titanic au, part one)

As the ship started to go down, the word panic didn’t seem like enough to describe the emotional state of everyone on board as they all realized not everyone would make it out alive. That not everyone would return home to their families.

Killian held Emma’s hand firmly as they headed through the crowds in search of a lifeboat with free seats, and Emma was grateful she wasn't alone – they’d been up all night talking, which meant Emma wasn’t below deck when the ship struck the ice berg. She had already heard people saying that most of the men working in the engine room had drowned.

*

They couldn’t find a place on a boat, and went down in the water with hundreds of others. It was the most surreal experience of Emma’s entire life, watching an entire ship vanish below surface and leave nothing behind but screaming people desperate to survive. Killian never left her side, promising her he’d make his father sue White Star Line as soon as he could send him a telegram, because he wasn’t satisfied with their services. She tried laughing, but her cheeks hurt and the water was colder than she thought it was possible for it to be – she couldn’t feel her feet.

Time passed – minutes, or maybe hours, it was impossible to tell surrounded by pitch black water and a bright moon – and screams around them silenced until there was only the quiet sound of a whistle, not even loud enough for anyone far away to hear.

She remembered Killian shaking just as violently as her, and his eyes losing their shimmer, but it didn’t take long for her to close her eyes, desperate to feel warm, and suddenly everything turned black.

*

Three days after waking up, Emma and the rest of the remaining survivors finally arrived in New York with Carpathia, exhausted and still in shock.

“Miss, what’s your name?” a man asked next to her where she stood on deck.

She turned her head to watch him, gaze blurry from the heavy rain, exhaustion in every muscle in her body, and couldn’t quite register the words he spoke. She looked back at the large statue in front of her, the one she had wanted to see ever since she’d been a little girl. It was smaller than she had imagined.

“Miss?” the man said again.

“Jones,” she said without having to think about it. “Emma Jones.”

Next to her, Killian squeezed her hand tightly.