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A Very Dark Ones Christmas - My CSSS2021 gift
Surprise @stahlop !! We got each other for @cssecretsanta2020 🥰❤️
When you mentioned that you loved Captain Swan as the Dark Ones I was so excited because I knew exactly what I was going to draw. Hope you enjoy this very special Dark Ones version of sitting on Santa's lap. Emma's asking for world domination this year, Killian's only too happy to oblige ✨
For @Technicallysizzlingcloud who’s immune to tagging! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I came in as Santa’s Helper Elf for @cssecretsanta2020 after Santa’s sleigh got stuck in some ice, and went with your original request of snow and family, enjoy!
I’ll Be Home (For Christmas) - CSSS 2021
AN: Happy holidays, Fam Squad! I hope everyone is enjoying their time, whether it be with family and friends or taking some time for yourself to relax. @motherkatereloyshipper I am excited to finally reveal my identity, it’s been awesome getting to know you through this, I hope you enjoy your gift. Thank you to @ultraluckycatnd for being the best elf and helping with this. And thank you to the mods for @cssecretsanta2020 for putting this together. Watch out 2022, I have some plans for you! Enjoy and all the love!
Summary: Emma and Henry are on their way to Storybrooke for Christmas, once upon a time their home. But when a storm has other ideas Emma is forced to face the one man she can’t seem to forget, and he’s just as enamored. Will the two help keep each other warm or will this icy heart never thaw?
Rating: M/E (saucy times and language)
Read it: ao3 and ff.net
Words: 6999
tagging some of the fam squad (please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed): @kymbersmith-90 @let-it-raines @artistic-writer @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @carpedzem @nowforruin @kmomof4 @wellhellotragic @thesschesthair @teamhook @winterbaby89 @zaharadessert @stahlop @ultraluckycatnd @blowmiakisscolin @peggyswan @jrob64 @klynn-stormz @tiganasummertree @batana54 @pirateprincessofpizza
The grey clouds only affirmed Emma's fears, a snowstorm was about to hit. And it was going to hit soon. She knew she should've left earlier, but her co-pilot decided it was more important to wrap all the gifts at their house before getting to the Nolans'. Henry was so excited to return to Storybrooke for the holidays. Emma was too, but she was more reserved with her emotions, which is nothing new for her.
It's been a couple years since she stepped foot in the odd town on the coast. Five years, two weeks, and seventeen days to be exact. It was both the best and worst week of her life.
She'd met him.
Not a day will go by (1/?)
CSSS 2021 gift for @resident-of-storybrooke! HI!! Surprise, I am not in fact an author you know, I know this because I have never written anything! But perhaps you have seen my name on kudos lists! I have seen yours! Although yours, being related to the correct fandom, is probably more sticky-outy to me than mine is to you haha. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy!! Thank you for inspiring me to finally take the plunge and get one of these onto “paper”!
@cssecretsanta2020
(AO3)
Summary: Captain Hook wakes up in a strange bed, next to a woman he does not remember. He finds nothing particularly unusual about this situation. But the woman seems to know him very well.In Storybrooke, there's only one surefire way to get back a lost memory. And it's not going to work until he loves her.
Tags:
Amnesia
Post-S6
but Killian sure does not realize it's Post-S6
he remembers none of it
He knows who he is! but does not remember anyone he's met since the show started
A/N: I was pretty nervous about signing up for this Secret Santa, because I've never written an OUaT fic. In fact, I haven't written... anything... since I was a young teen. At least not outside of my head! Here's hoping it's a little bit... better than those were. Hope you'll bear with me!
I wasn't able to have a completed fic in time for Christmas, especially since this chapter got so long. No idea how long it'll be--I've kind of never done this before. But my giftee said one chapter was good for now! Thanks for having faith in me! I hope you like it! And I'll try to release the follow-up chapters in a timely manner! I know generally where I want it to go.
I rated this M just to be safe, but so you know there's a bit of a fade-to-black.
Let Your Heart Be Light
Happy Holidays!
This is my Secret Santa gift to @piinfeathers, an amazing artist. Two of her pieces inspired this fic: Bring your daughter to work and Emma convinces Killian to take a ‘snow day’.
Thank you for @cssecretsanta2020 for putting this event on again. And thank you to @firawren for being my beta!
This is a companion piece to Not all Treasure is Silver or Gold (sometimes it’s chocolate) a Halloween fic I wrote a few years back. You do not have to have read it to read this piece, but it does give you a sense of the family dynamic a bit more.
Summary:
Emma goes into labor on Christmas Eve during a major snowstorm.
Rated: T
On Ao3
Two months had seemed like forever at Halloween when Emma had been happily munching Peanut M&M’s and passing out candy to all the Storybrooke boys and girls, but now it couldn’t end fast enough. If she had to hear Hope and DL (sorry, Dylan, as he now wanted to be called in all his four-year-old wisdom) complain that this baby was going to ruin Christmas one more time, well, Emma wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but it was annoying her greatly. The baby’s estimated due date was actually December 30th, but seeing as Hope had been born exactly on time and DL (Dylan, she still wasn’t used to that) had been two days early, Emma was wholly prepared for a Christmas baby. Because here it was, Christmas Eve, and Emma was almost positive she’d just felt her first contraction.
Of course, it could still be Braxton-Hicks. Emma had been having those ‘practice’ contractions for the last few months, hence the modified bed rest she’d been on. And as much as she loved the attention Killian had lavished on her, and as appealing as it had sounded to catch up on every television show and movie she’d missed since moving to Storybrooke all those years ago, after a week Emma had been bored out of her mind and would have given anything to just walk down Main Street and go to Granny’s. But no, modified bed rest meant no leaving the house and no driving the Bug, and most of all, no magic. Relying solely on Killian and her parents to take her anywhere was a pain in the butt. But she thought she had dealt with it well. And she’d even gotten used to Braxton-Hicks rearing its ugly head at all hours of the day and night. But this one contraction was decidedly not Braxton-Hicks.
The first time she’d experienced the dreaded practice contractions had been when she was six months along. She’d been looking at the family photo album Henry and Violet had gifted them for her and Killian’s anniversary. She’d had tears seeing Henry as a ten-year-old boy again from when he’d first found her (damn hormones), and they continued to fall as she moved through the years in the album. His prom picture with Violet stood out, as did their engagement pictures, and finally their wedding pictures. Emma had been so thrilled that Henry’s first love had lasted. It’s not like he could have gone out into the real world and brought a girl home. How would they have explained that (And she didn’t even want to think about the fact that Violet was due with their first in seven months)?
The pictures then shifted to Emma pregnant with Hope. The fact that it was 17 years after she’d had Henry weirded her out slightly. That Henry was the same age she’d been when she’d given birth to him and was about to become an older brother at that age…well, let’s just say that Killian had to calm her nerves a lot. She knew the situation was completely different—she was older, had a loving husband and family, she wasn’t in jail—but she was still nervous as hell. And then Hope was born and the tears fell even more as her fingertips ghosted over the picture of her holding a newborn Hope in her arms. It had been so surreal having a baby again. And Killian had been the best father and husband she could have ever hoped for. The father/daughter bond had been sealed from the start. Killian just couldn’t get enough of his little girl. Her favorite pictures had to be when she and Killian brought Hope to work with them. Henry had insisted on photographing the whole experience. So, there was Hope in what Henry had called a ‘reverse Winnie the Pooh’ outfit (and Henry insisted on calling her Winnie the whole day she wore that outfit), sucking on the charms of Killian’s necklace as they walked to the station. There was Emma giving Hope kisses and making her squeal. But Emma’s favorite had to be the one where Hope had fallen asleep on Killian’s chest. And it was on that picture, as she wiped away more tears, lamenting over the fact that Hope was seven-years-old now, that the contractions had started.
Emma had been scared out of her wits. It was too early to have the baby. She knew this was considered a geriatric pregnancy, what with her being 41 now. And honestly, when they’d found out they were pregnant again, they’d been almost as scared as they’d been when they’d discovered they were pregnant with Hope. They’d gotten rid of all their baby stuff, not intending to have any more. Emma knew exactly when they’d conceived this little peanut. The children had been at her parents’ farm, and there was a late snow that March. Emma had finally gotten back down to her pre-pregnancy weight (pre-Hope weight to be precise) and had been feeling good. She’d been in nothing but her robe that morning and convinced Killian to take a snow day with her. The good citizens of Storybrooke weren’t going to be getting into much trouble with the way the snow was coming down. Any calls to the station were already forwarded to their phones overnight, and spending the whole day in bed with her husband had seemed like a great idea at the time.
She was jolted out of her reverie when another contraction hit, the pain starting in her back and spreading around her stretched out stomach like an electric current. Emma couldn’t remember if she’d felt the labor in her back previously. This is why women continued to have babies after the first child, they couldn’t remember the pain of it until it was too late. Considering this was only the second contraction and how painful it was, maybe she should call Killian. Luckily, her father had been helping out at the station ever since she’d been put on bed rest. They were also training a new deputy. Nicholas, or Hansel, had decided he wanted to go into the law enforcement business rather than take over his father’s garage. He had a good head on his shoulders, and Emma hadn’t had any issues with him after their first meeting under less than desirable circumstances.
She considered calling Killian. She should call Killian. Mary Margaret had taken Hope and D…Dylan to make Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses that afternoon so Emma could finish wrapping presents while Killian and David were at the station. But she’d only had two contractions, they weren’t even that painful, yet, and her water hadn’t broken. She just needed to breathe through them. Checking her phone, she saw that there was another two hours before Killian was due to arrive back and bring the children with him (Mary Margaret dropping them off at the station). She would be fine. Just fine.
Christmas Cheer - CS Secret Santa 2021
Merry Christmas @gloriousfemaleworrier!! I am your Secret Santa! I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you this past month. I hope you enjoy this present, it turned out a little differently than I was expecting it to be, but it’s a fun fluffy Christmas story. @cssecretsanta2020
AO3
Christmas Cheer:
When Emma had invited him to decorate for Christmas earlier in the month, he’d been ecstatic. Progress with her had been slow, but he wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon. Killian had been through too much with her to give up. He knew now he’d wait a lifetime for her. Afterall, what was one lifetime when he’d lived so many over. Decorating had gone well. David had even joked with him a few times. He felt better knowing he was making progress there. Though Snow still seemed more aloof with him, he could tell he was softening her up. Henry had been, by far, the quickest to accept him. Perhaps it was because he’d been practicing sword fighting, or maybe it was the way he saw Killian cared for Emma, but he was more than willing to have the pirate around more often.
After helping decorate, Killian had gone to the library to research everything he could about Christmas. It wasn’t dissimilar to the winter solstice celebrations he had seen a time or two during his travels. The main component of the holiday that he’d found was gift giving. He’d begun compiling a list of items right away, and enlisted Ruby to help him shop. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to find much of what he was looking for, so he decided to make it instead. It had taken him a day or two to gather all the items needed. Then countless hours making each one. He’d been working nearly day and night for weeks to finish the presents in time, which meant less time with Emma. She had been concerned at first, till he’d assured her everything was all right and it would make sense soon. Finally the night was here and all of the presents were done. He packed them up carefully in a bag and headed to the Charming’s loft.
…
The tree was lit with the beautiful lights and ornaments Killian had helped hang earlier that month. He hadn’t set foot in the loft since the day they’d decorated, and the effect of seeing everything after a few weeks was spectacular. There were garlands hung on the walls with festive ornaments and stuffed cardinals along them. Across the stand that held the television was piles of wool made to look like snow, sitting on them were miniature houses covered with more Christmas decorations. It was warm, almost uncomfortably so, and bright. Killian was sure he’d never been in a place that felt so cozy and safe. Emma brought him a hot chocolate from the counter and showed him where to sit. Her soft smile at him reminded him of their kiss earlier that week. He could still feel the softness of her lips and curve of her smile, and longed for it again. Everyone gathered on the couches, laughter and jokes were thrown around as Henry handed everyone a small stocking filled with small wrapped presents. Baby Neal was asleep in the other room, having been worn out from all the excitement.
“On the count of three, everyone open only you’re stocking presents.” Henry declared, dumping his small pile on the floor in front of him. “One, two, three!”
As they all began to tear into them, Killian was concentrating on using his hook to unwrap the first item without damaging whatever was inside. The first gift was a thin black pencil. His brow creased as he studied it.
“It’s eyeliner.” Emma leaned over to whisper to him. “Mary Margret thought it might be easier, less messy, than using the kohl you have.”
He was touched at the thoughtfulness of such a small gift. Henry was whooping over toy cars and candy, while Emma had perfume and gum in hers. He also received some candy, though not any that Emma had made him try so far. He found most of the candy in this land too sweet, but he was looking forward to trying some, hopefully with Emma.
“Now for the real presents!” Henry rushed over to the tree and began handing out the gifts.
Killian was surprised to receive a gift from each of the other four. He hadn’t been expecting to receive any, except perhaps Emma. He wondered what they could be, eager to open them and find out. Henry was practically bouncing off the walls as he outlined his plan for them to open the presents. One at a time, they would go around the room and choose one present to open.
“Grandpa’s first.” Henry decided.
David chose the small package from Henry first. It was a mug with the words, “Keep Calm and Grandpa will Fix it”. He was beaming with pride as he set it down, and thanked Henry with a hug. Mary Margaret also chose Henry’s present, it seemed they would be opening a gift from the same person each round. She received a vase with hers and the dwarfs cartoon versions of themselves printed around it. Delighted, she got up and quickly put some of the flowered decorations in the home in it and set it on the table. Henry’s gift to Emma was a beautiful Swan Bowl engraved with “Love you Mom”. Her eyes misted and she gave Henry a big hug. Killian opened his to find a beautiful painting of a ship at sea, sailing through a harsh storm while a ray of light broke through the dark clouds to shine on the ship. He thought of his Jolly wistfully, holding the painting close.
He wasn’t sure if they’d planned it this way, but they were on the last round and only Killian’s presents were left to open. His last present was from Emma. He’d gotten a leather jacket from David and a small dagger from Mary Margaret. He opened the present carefully and found a simple note that said “tomorrow 2pm at the docks”, with a picture of a ship. He looked up at her confused, she seemed nervous and quickly explained.
“I made a deal with Leroy after his last call. He’s agreed to lend you his ship anytime you want. I thought tomorrow we could go for a quick sail. The weather probably won’t be the best but…” She trailed off, watching him carefully.
His throat closed and he reached to grasp her hand. “Thank you Swan.” His voice was rough with emotion, he’d never wanted to kiss her more than that moment, but with a room full of people, he’d have to resist.
David broke the moment by declaring it was his turn. He turned the long package from Killian over carefully, studying it and feeling it’s weight. When he opened it, surprise lit his eyes. He pulled the leather sheath from the box and held it up for everyone to see. The pattern in the leather was delicate and strong, twisting vines wrapped around a castle, through trees and met at the bottom. He quickly got up to grab his sword and test the sheath. He raised impressed and slightly awed eyes to Killian and thanked him.
“Look who’s awake to open his presents!” Mary Margret brought the baby out of the room and sat of the floor next to Henry. She grabbed Killian’s present for Neal and opened it. Inside was a small wooden boat, clearly hand carved and very well done.
“Did you make this?” She asked surprised.
“Aye.” Killian nodded. “All that I read suggested hand made presents would be acceptable if nothing could be found to buy.”
“It’s beautiful.” Emma commented, leaning closer to look at the boat.
“He’ll love it. As soon as he’s able to play with toys better.” Mary Margret set the boat aside and grabber her present.
Inside she found a hand made bow and a set of 5 arrows. The bow was carved with the same pattern that David had on his new sheath. It was beautifully made and she could tell from the feel that it would suite her perfectly.
Henry quickly ripped through his present. When he pulled out a very real sword, Emma’s brows creased in concern.
“He’s too young to have a real sword.” Killian had been expecting that and was ready with an answer.
“Aye, he is. But he’ll be practicing with David and I and be ready before you know it.” He turned to Henry. “It was your father’s sword when he was on my ship. I thought it right you have it. It’s one of the few things I took from my ship.”
Henry’s eyes filled, he didn’t have anything from his dad. Nothing to remember him by. It was easy to forget, with how young Killian looked, that his father had spent time aboard the Jolly Roger when he was Henry’s age. Now he had something that he could feel, something to remind him and help him remember him. A glint caught his eye from the box and he pulled out the other present that lay there. It was a compass. Though it was old, the brass glinted like new. He turned it over in the palm of his hand, fascinated by it.
“You’ll need something to guide your way when you’re on your own adventures.” Killian explained. Then startled as the young boy threw himself at him. Killian caught him and held tight while Henry whispered words of thanks into his vest. A glance at Emma revealed her soft smile, his heart thumped once and he hugged Henry a moment more before releasing him. This Christmas was turning out to be a perfect one.
“Guess it’s my turn.” Emma said, pickup up her box.
She ripped at the wrapping paper and tore open the box. She pulled out a large snow globe and stared. Everyone leaned forward to study the globe. Inside, seemingly floating through a light dusting of glitter, small objects spun around the glass. Each object was hand carved and painted. A small storybook, like the one henry had. A miniature replica of Storybrook. A ship that must have been the Jolly Roger. Her parents castle. In the middle of the globe, standing tall a proud, was a beanstalk, and on top of that beanstalk was a carved swan. Its neck bowed towards the bottom in an almost defiant stance. Emma finally looked up at Killian.
“How did you do this?” She asked, holding the globe against her chest.
“It wasn’t too difficult. Ruby was able to help me find all the supplies I needed.” His hand reached to scratch at his ear in embarrassment. “I just carved the figured and placed them in the globe. Tink was able to nick some fairy dust to help them float, that’s what the glitter is.
Emma looked back down at the globe, then back to him. Carefully, she handed the globe to Mary Margaret to hold, then stood up. Unsure, Killian stood up as well.
“If I’ve overstepped…” He began.
“Shut up Killian.” Emma interrupted. Then quickly grabbed his jacket and pulled him to her.
The kiss was sweet and long. The room fell away and it was only them. Emma’s arms wrapped around him as he grabbed her waist and kissed her back with everything he had. He put every emotion of love and happiness he could into it. Determined to show her just how much he cared about her in that one kiss. He wasn’t sure it worked until she pulled away and beamed at him. Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but the love that shined in her eyes as she stared at him told him everything he needed to know. He would always fight for his Swan, she was worth everything to him. And in the Christmas lights and surrounded by a new kind of family, he knew he’d never fit anywhere more than here in his life.
You Are Invited (1/2)
AN: Merry Christmas @killiansprincss!! I am your Secret Santa for CSSS 2021. Once again I apologize for the lateness of your gift. And apologize more since I will need to post this story in two parts, because as I was editing I realized that some of the earliest parts I wrote did not flow with the rest of the story, which took a path I had not originally planned. I do hope you enjoy it, though. I have tried to work in many of the things we talked about over the past month.
Rating: PG (for now)
~*~
The town center was bustling with far more people than usual, Emma noted as she dodged out of the way of a cart piled so high with bolts of fabric that the person pushing it could barely see where he was going. Poor lad, Emma thought, as she watched him stop in front of a tailor shop. Whether he was a tailor's apprentice or just delivering a new shipment of goods, there would be no rest for him today or for the next few days. Nor for anyone even tangentially involved in the creation of gowns, hats, fans, and other formal wear and accessories. Or food, either.
For her Mother was hosting a ball and the Kingdom seemed to love nothing more than one of Queen Snow's balls. They were renowned across the kingdoms; not because of how elegant or extravagant they were, but that anyone in the Kingdom could attend regardless of social standing. This scandalized the upper echelons of society thirty ago, she was told, but as the Kingdom grew to their new Queen, they also accepted her slightly eccentric ways.
Merrily We Sail Along - my CSSS2021 gift @theweepingangels I am your Secret Santa in the @cssecretsanta2021 event
I really hope that, despite Tumblr not giving us much of a chance of getting to know each other via the Anon asks, this suits your tastes.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35949103
(Did you write Numb?)
So this is an S2 canon divergence, you mentioned that you like whump which is, tbh, a long way out of my wheelhouse, I tend toward more the frothy comedy, so this is genuinely my first attempt, fingers crossed. S2 and S5 are imho the whumpiest seasons and I am already writing an S5 canon divergence so…
You said you liked to bop to musical theatre, and with the loss of the great Stephen Sondheim I have borrowed from the greats and titled this for Merrily We Roll Along, don’t fret, it doesn’t follow the plot, but there are definitely nods to the song from same, ‘Not a Day goes by’, very CS IMHO.
Not A Day Goes By by Bernadette Peters
So, you said go big or go home, well, I think I went pretty big here, and there are a few nods to Python (and certainly Wilde and the Ealing Comedies that were huge influences on the Python Crew).
Big thanks to @jonesfandomfanatic and UltraLuckycatND for all the editing assistance, best Elves ever, thanks for sticking with me even if I do fight for my extraneous letter U and continue to be way too find of commas.
(They tried to save you, I just fear spot plague)
