It’s been three years since I put together this little ficlit together. But every year, I pull it out and add to it. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll have a complete story.
Life has changed a lot for many of us since OUAT ended. While I’ve not been writing (or really even reading) fanfics, I haven’t said goodbye to writing, though. I’ve been writing small town mystery romance. My books are available in all Estores. You can check them out here. Swan Harbor Books
Some of my friends that I met through our love for CS @imagnifika @duathadun @lfh1226-linda and Maggie for hanging with me through it all.
My hope is for 2023 to bring peace and happiness to all. Remember - without hope, there would be no happy endings.
This ficlet follows canon from my Season 7 Canon divergent -- A Happy Ending Begins with Hope. It can be found on AO3, FF, and tumblr with gifs.
Summary: Hope has a date. How will her family react?
Hope’s New Year’s Date
Words ~ 1500
During Hope Jones’ young life, Storybrooke had gone through many changes, and none more so than around the holidays. They had town Easter Egg hunts, fireworks and picnics in July, bonfires for Halloween, family feasts at Thanksgiving, and caroling at Christmas.
Hope had memories of each one of them. However, there was one event that she had been looking forward to for years, and that was the Snowflake Ball.
Held every New Year’s Eve, the Snowflake Ball was only for those who were sixteen and above. Everyone brought out their formal clothes and danced until midnight. And, if she was lucky, the man she was crushing on would ask her to go with him.
Gideon Gold was ahead of her in school and so dreamy, he made her head spin. Plus, when he looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes, her heart raced, and her breath stuck in her throat.
She’d been crushing on him for years, but it had only been in the last six months that he’d given her the time of day. Did that mean that he was seeing her as more than a girl? If so, was it possible she’d finally get to spend the evening with him — as his date?
Two weeks before the New Year’s Eve Ball, Hope was at Granny’s with her best friends, Melanie and Robyn, bemoaning the fact that Gideon still hadn’t done as she wished. Her only saving grace was that he’d not asked anyone else either — of that, she was sure. So far, she’d tried everything she could think of to let him know she was available. At the speed he was moving, though ….
“Earth to Hope.” Melanie snapped her fingers several times. “Earth to Hope.”
“I’m sitting right here, Melanie,” Hope grumbled. “What’s the problem?”
“You were staring off into space again,” Robyn replied. “Were you dreaming about Gideon?”
“Shush,” Hope hissed. “He’s sitting right over there!”
“He can’t hear us,” Melanie assured her.
Hope glanced over her shoulder toward where Gideon was sitting with her uncle, Neal, and had to agree with Melanie. There was no way they could be heard from that far away.
“You should have told your uncle to tell Gideon to ask you out,” Robyn suggested. “It would have saved a lot of circling around each other.”
“Don’t you know circling around each other is part of the fun?” Hope grinned. “Or at least that’s what my mother says.”
“You don’t believe her, though. Do you?” Melanie followed up.
Hope glanced up from where she’d been pleating and unpleating her napkin. “Why would you say that?”
Melanie nodded down at the table. “Because you’re nervous. If you were having fun, you wouldn’t be nervous.”
Did she agree with her friends? She wasn’t so sure. Yes, she enjoyed flirting with Gideon. But it would be so much easier to enjoy flirting with him, if she knew what he thought of her.
“You could ask him, you know?” Robyn offered pragmatically. “This is the twenty-first century, after all.”
“I know,” Hope sighed. “But …” Again, her gaze was drawn over her shoulder to the table where Gideon and Neal were still involved in a deep conversation. Robyn was right. She could ask him.
“Go on,” Melanie encouraged. “But what?”
Hope shrugged. “My father is a little old-fashioned and well …”
Robyn frowned. “But didn’t I see in the book that your mother asked your father out first?”
“That was different,” Hope murmured. “My father didn’t think he was good enough for my mother.”
“And you don’t think that’s an issue with Gideon?” Melanie asked. “After all, his father and your father have a history.”
“Which I’m fully aware of,” Hope snapped. “But I want him to ask me. Do you think I’m expecting too much?”
“I would say ‘have hope,’” Melanie grinned. “But something tells me you don’t need it.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Robyn tipped her chin slightly in Gideon’s direction, “ he’s headed this way.”
“He’s what?” Hope squeaked.
“On his way over,” Melanie whispered.
Hope glanced over her shoulder, and when her gaze briefly met Gideon’s, her heart dropped into her stomach.
Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! She leaned on the table. “How do I look?”
Melanie rolled her eyes. “You look fine. Stop worrying.”
“Hope,” Gideon’s aftershave titillated her senses, “can I speak with you for a moment?”
Hope’s gaze slowly lifted until her blue eyes clashed with his dark ones. “Sure.” She wanted to roll her eyes at just how breathy she sounded. “Can I help you with something?”
Gideon’s gaze touched on Melanie and Robyn, then back to Hope. “Can we speak alone? Would that be alright?”
“Oh, Okay. That would be fine.” Then she wanted to roll her eyes at how ridiculous she sounded.
“Can we talk now?” Gideon asked again.
“Go on,” Melanie mouthed.
Hope took a nervous breath and slid out of the booth. The butterflies in her stomach took off at once. It forced her to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as she followed Gideon across the floor.
He led her around the building to a secluded corner and crowded her, pushing her to back up against the wall. Being close to him was everything she’d ever wanted, but now that it was happening, her heart was racing, and the urge to giggle was strong.
“Is this okay?” Gideon asked hesitantly. “I noticed that—“
“—Everyone was staring at us?” Hope muttered.
“Yes.” Gideon smiled. “Are you okay with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well,” he went on. “Our fathers …”
“Will never be best friends,” Hope replied. “Why?” She hesitated for a beat. “Are you scared of my dad?” Then she wanted to smack herself in the head that those words had fallen from her mouth.
“Scared?” Gideon laid his hand on his chest. “Me?”
“There’s no one else out here.”
“I’m not scared.” Gideon propped one hand on the building next to her head and leaned in a little closer. “Should I be?”
“It depends.”
“On?”
“Why you brought me out here?”
Gideon’s gaze dropped to her mouth, then right back up. It caused her lips to tingle and made her wonder what it would feel like if she just went for it.
“Hope.” He brushed her hair behind her shoulder and took a half step closer. His dark eyes mesmerized her, and his heat reached out. “I was wondering if you would go to the Snowflake Ball with me?”
Her breath caught, and the words Be cool! Be cool! were on repeat inside her head. But having Gideon ask her to go to the dance had been her dream for longer than she could remember. “Yes!” She fought to keep from squealing. “Yes, I’ll go to the dance with you.”
A slow smile crawled across Gideon’s mouth. “You will?”
“I will.”
His eyes twinkled, and before he even opened his mouth, somehow, she knew what he was going to say. “And you’ll protect me from your father? If it’s necessary, that is.”
Hope giggled. “I’ll protect you.”
“Good,” he replied in a husky voice. “I’ll pick you up at 8:00 p.m.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Gideon brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “We’ll have fun.”
Her breath hitched, and she fought to push the lump in her throat down. “We will.”
“Shall we?” He inclined his head toward the diner door.
In a daze, Hope followed him back inside and slid into her booth seat. “Well,” Melanie and Robyn cried simultaneously. “What happened?”
“What happened?” Hope asked absently.
“Did he ask you to the dance?” Melanie pushed.
“Did you say yes?” Robyn followed up.
“What are you going to tell you parents?” Melanie questioned.
Hope glanced from one friend to the other. “What do you mean?”
“You know the history between your fathers,” Robyn stated. “Will there be bloodshed?”
“Bloodshed?” Hope giggled. “Aren’t you the one who said this is the twenty-first century?”
“True,” Robyn sighed. “But that had nothing to do with the possibility of a duel.”
Hope rolled her eyes. “There’s not going to be a duel. Everything will be fine.”
“Good luck with that.” Melanie smiled sympathetically. “I’m glad I’m not you.”
“Gee, thanks.” Hope glanced over her shoulder in Gideon’s direction again, and their gazes clashed. “I told him I’d protect him if I needed to.”
Robyn waggled her eyebrows. “But who’s going to protect you from Gideon?”
“Do you think I need to be protected from Gideon?” Hope murmured. “I’m not so sure.”
“I guess it depends on what you want,” Melanie replied. “What do you want?”
Once again, Hope’s gaze clashed with Gideon’s. What did she want from him? The memory of how he’d made her lips tingle when he’d looked at them had her turning back to her friends. “What do I want?”
A/N: So I asked @wholockgal to hit me with a fluffy prompt cause I couldn't take reliving all the angst from last night on my dash. So, have some CS Future Fluff. This is set some time after 5B. (Sorry it's not behind a cut. I'm on mobile right now but ill fix it later. And this hasn't been through my beta so all mistakes/errors are mine.) __________________________________________ Emma was not really a fan of surprises. When one lives in a town full of fairytale characters, a surprise generally means some new villain has come to wreak havoc on everyone, and they had just gotten back from Hell. Emma was still trying to process everything that had happened there, and she was not ready for a new crisis. But Henry and Killian assured her everything was fine. Nevertheless, she was still skeptical when she pulled the bug up to the blue victorian mansion and saw them waiting for her on the front porch. She hadn’t been in the house since before making the decision to go after Killian in the Underworld. It just didn’t feel like a home. And despite now sharing a heart, she and Killian had had some things to work through once they returned. So she’d been staying at her parents loft again, and he on his ship. But, now that they were getting...er, close again they had discussed moving back into the house together, they just hadn’t made the leap yet. Climbing out of the car, she made her way through the gate in the white picket fence and up the front steps. “I got your message,” she said, sliding her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. “What’s going on?” “We have a surprise for you, mom,” Henry declared with a grin. “Aye,” Killian nodded, giving her a smile. “The lad and I have been working on it for a few days now. Well,” he shrugged, “with a bit of help from your father as well. We hope you like it.” Emma raised an eyebrow at them. “Okay, so, what is it?” She asked cautiously. “Close your eyes,” Henry told her. Emma just looked at them, still unsure about this but when Killian reached out his hand for hers, she took it, and closed her eyes. “Alright, there closed,” she assured them. “Now what?” “Just let us guide you, love,” Killian said from beside her, and she heard the front door being opened. Henry took her other hand, and she allowed them to tug her inside. She heard the front door close behind them, and know the layout of the house, she could tell they were moving through the entrance way, past the living room and towards the stairs. “Take a step up, love,” Killian told her, and feeling for the steps with the toe of her boot, Emma let me them guide her upstairs. “This would be safer if I could see what I was doing,” she told them. “Trust us, mom,” Henry said, “we won’t let you fall.” “I trust you, kid,” Emma assured him. Her curiosity was definitely growing. What surprise could they have for her in the house that they couldn’t show her downstairs? This seemed like an awful lot of trouble, but she trusted them, so she just tried to go with the flow. Finally, they reached the top landing, and they guided her down the hall to the master bedroom. She heard the door open, and they lead her inside, stopping near the middle. “Open your eyes, love,” Killian said softly. Emma did, and she could hardly believe what she was seeing. In the middle of the room was the largest four poster bed she had ever seen, complete with a canopy overhead and sheer bed curtains. They must have brought that thing up in pieces because no way would they have gotten it up the stairs. But, on top of the bed, as she glanced around the room she saw furniture that had been in her room at her parent’s apartment, as well as Killian’s desk and hope chest from the Jolly Roger. Their clothes were hung up neatly together in the closet and there were even a few nautical themed pictures hanging on the walls. As she glanced around, Emma felt her eyes being to water she fought to hold back tears. “How-” She began, but the words weren’t coming out. “When-” “While you’ve been at work at the Sheriff’ station,” Henry explained. “Grandpa helped too when he wasn’t working, and so did Robin. It took the longest getting the stuff off the Jolly Roger.” “I can imagine,” she replied, still in awe that they had done all this for her. For them. “My room’s all set up too,” he told her, “so I can stay over sometimes. I even have the Xbox hooked up.” “Of course,” Emma rolled her eyes, but smiled, “wouldn’t want to be without that.” “What do you think, love?” Killian asked. Emma turned to face him. “I-I think it’s great,” she answered, smiling wider. “But, I thought we were talking it slow. Are you sure this is what you want?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he told her, giving her hand a squeeze. “I know we still have somethings to work through, but I thought maybe it would easier if we were living in the same house.” She just nodded, the lump forming in her throat as she fought back tears keeping her from being able to speak. “Besides,” he said, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her, “Operation Light Swan wouldn’t be finished if we didn’t get our happy ending. And The Savior would never let so important a mission go unfinished.” “Yeah,” Emma nodded, finally finding her voice as tears of joy ran down her cheeks. She reached up and gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered. “If you guys want to be alone-” Henry said, and started to back out of the room. “Not so fast,” Emma said, stopping him. She moved out of Killian’s arms and moved to her son. “I owe you a thank you, too.” She opened her arms and hugged him when he stepped into her. “Thanks, kid.” “You’re welcome, mom,” Henry replied, hugging her back. “You two deserve it.” She broke from the hug and ruffled Henry’s hair for good measure. “I think this is calls for a celebration. Why we don’t we head downstairs and I’ll cook something? And by cook something, I mean call Granny’s and place a takeout order.” “Yes!” Henry exclaimed. “I’ll do it. Grilled cheese and onion rings coming up.” He raced down the stairs to the kitchen where she kept a menu from Granny’s on the fridge. She turned back to Killian and wound her arms around his neck. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?” She asked. “Oh, perhaps once or twice,” he replied with a grin, his arms coming around her waist. “But you can show me just how much later. After all, we do need to test the new bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh of course,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But really, thank you,” she smiled. “I love it.” “I’m glad,” he smiled. “And I can’t wait to start our future together.” He leaned to give her a kiss and they didn’t part till Henry yelled from downstairs that their order was ready at Granny’s. As they headed downstairs hand in hand, Emma felt lighter than she had even weeks, and she knew that everything was finally going to be okay. (What she didn’t know was everyone was waiting for them at Granny’s, and that Killian had a ring his pocket, ready to ask her to take one step further towards their future together.)
"If you steal the blanket, I'll put my cold feet on you."((pure evil))
Sebastian rolled his eyes and returned the blankets back to Jim, and then wrapped the smaller man in his arms and nipped at his neck. “We both know that doesn’t bother me, /kitten/.” He then kissed the criminal’s hair.
thank you for playing! Here’s some Post-5B fluff for yah
Their warm jackets bit off the freezing air and the warmth oftheir palms sent tingles down both of their bodies. They were walking to Granny’s the night returning from theunderworld, the couple snuffed up with fluff and bliss in their occurrence oftrue loves kiss being accomplished. Killian knew they were going to Granny’s;but he did not know anything in which Emma did.
She smiled under her scarf as they walked up to the diner’sdoorway, ready for the awaited excitement set inside. She looked up at killian,who had his hiding furrow that’s lingered since they returned that early morning.She understood it, though; he had to say goodbye to so many people he loved fora second time down therein that blasted place.
She took her freehand and twisted the door knob and mentally prepared herse—
“SURPRISE!” She smiled even wider to all the work they didthat ha came out well. Her gaze shot up to Killian, her pirate, who looked betweenawestruck and surprised to say the least. She watched his eyes rom to the balloons,to the welcome home sign, the cake, and to the whole group of people in frontof him that seemed to care for him as much as their smiles.
“You did this all for me?” he murmured between breaths.
“Welcome Home, Captain.”
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