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run, run rogers - My CSSS 2021 Gift

hi there @ilovemesomekillianjones! here’s the fourth and final chapter of my @cssecretsanta2020​ gift to you from last year! thank you for being so understanding and patient (still. because i am the absolute worst!). 

also - this was uploaded to AO3 a few days ago, in case there’s any confusion!

run, run rogers (chapter 4 of 4)

SUMMARY: The last thing Emma Swan expected to be doing on Christmas Eve was last minute Christmas shopping. But Neal’s genius left her in the lurch, and she needs to fix things. And the Uber trip to get this all done? It’ll cost her.

RATING: T for Teen 

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 5,267 words

TAGS: Captain Swan, Holiday, Uber Driver Killian Jones

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The muse did not want to cooperate for a few long months, hence the downgraded rating and lack of smut. But! I did finally get to write out my idea for the gift. My giftee @ilovemesomekillianjones​ is so patient and kind about the long wait so a very big shoutout to her (and a day late happy birthday as well)! if you haven’t already read this on AO3, then i hope you enjoy!

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“Oi! Whaaaz been da hold up?”

Will’s voice is loud as he slurs his holler, taking particular delight from popping the P in ‘up’. His grin is lazy as he hangs half of his body out of the window he’s rolled down in the backseat, arms dangling against the car door. Emma shares a look with Killian, their mouths quirking up at the corner from Will’s antics, and she feels a weight lifted off of her shoulders.

Not completely, no. But Killian’s words have made her feel like she’s not a total failure. It still sucks that she can’t give her kid something completely new to open, something that isn’t what his father just copied, but she can still salvage the holiday one way or another.

When Emma approaches the car, Killian a few steps behind her, she sees the kind of state Will’s gotten himself into. He had clearly sprawled himself out on the seats, laying on his stomach. With the upper half of his body still out the car window, his legs are stretched behind him, feet resting on the door on the other side. She huffs a laugh. As annoyed as she’s been by him half the night, it’s like having a big kid around and her heart yearns for Henry.

She loves her kid and she knows he deserves to have some time with his dad, but she still wishes he was home Christmas Eve, baking cookies with her and drinking their hot chocolate while watching Home Alone and Die Hard.

She senses Killian’s presence before she feels his arm coming around her side and opening the passenger door for her. “You get to be my first mate.”

“Lucky me.” The smile Emma shoots Killian is unlike any she’s given someone in quite a long time. It’s flirty, which is no surprise, but there’s a layer of giddiness to it too. She settles herself in the seat as Killian helps Will back inside the car, a number of grunts and phrases, some of which she’s never heard but no doubt are not for the faint of heart, come from behind her seat and she stifles her laughter until Killian’s in the driver’s seat beside her again.

Her seat suddenly jerks forward and the faint smell of alcohol from Will’s breath makes its way into her personal space. She turns slightly to see his body slumped forward against the back of her seat, his chin resting beside the headrest and his eyes half open.

“I thought you were going shopping?” he mumbles to her.

“I was trying to.”

“Bollocks. Ye’ve got no shopping bags with ya.”

“Scarlet,” Killian cuts in, voice struggling on its precarious balance of amusement and frustration.

“Well yer not doing a good job then, Killian. Where’s the lady’s gifts?”

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“Elf Service” {A CSSS2021 gift fic}

Title: “Elf Service” - my CSSS2021 gift

@imagnifika I am your Secret Santa in the @cssecretsanta2021 event @cssecretsanta2020

I realize that I am getting this in just under the wire on the 26th, but I still hope that you will enjoy your gift (or at least cover art and the opening - as a temporary sneak peek/preview)  The fic in its entirety should be coming in the next day or two, but there have been some unforeseen family things these last few days that have made being in the writing headspace - or having time to do it - difficult. I didn’t want to rush it and give you a gift that felt unfinished or just not as good as I had hoped to give you. Please enjoy this teaser of the beginning though, and be looking for the rest as soon as possible. 

I’ve enjoyed being your Santa and getting to know you a bit. Hope this season will be a wonderful one for you and yours, and that you’ll have a happy new year too!

~ @snowbellewells

And now, one with the fic.... ;)

“Elf Service”  (for @imagnifika​ )

‘What was I thinking?’ Emma Swan blew out a frustrated breath while berating herself heartily. Strands of her blonde hair were lifted from her overheated forehead as she shook her head and stared at the long line before her, even in the self-checkout. She should never have waited so late on the 23rd of December to try to get the last minute ingredients she needed for their holiday dinner and Henry’s last few gifts as well. It seemed half of Boston had done the same - and now they were all paying for it.

She was exhausted, irritable, and more than a bit impatient; it took almost all the fortitude she could muster to stay planted in line with her cart, barely inching forward, rather than ditching it and getting out of there, no matter how much she’d wanted to try that new stuffing recipe and see the sparkle she had envisioned in Henry’s eyes after being able to add another couple items from his list to her haul after the surprise bonus she’d been awarded. Tracking down deadbeats wasn’t easy or glamorous, but she was good at it, and if pressed, Emma would admit to a flush of pride at the recognition for her efforts.

Using what she felt was admirable restraint, Emma kept herself from tapping her toes as people seemed to creep along ahead of her, going slower than should be humanly possible as they rang up items, asked for help, began again, rifled in their bags for their credit cards, and finally took their receipts and purchases and moved on.

‘At least I’m not stuck in some ridiculous costume,’ she thought with a disbelieving huff of derision as she glanced around her at the associates running the checkout lines, re-stocking the cart carrell, and assisting those who needed it at the self-check stations she was waiting on. The poor folks were not only overworked and underpaid in holiday retail dealing with crowds of harried customers such as herself, but they had also clearly been ordered to dress as merry little elves in Santa’s workshop. Shaking her head at the indignity heaped on these poor people, she took a moment to let the pointed hats, pom-pom adorned, upturned toed shoes, red and white striped leggings and green, fuzzy, white-trimmed getups sink in. Muttering to herself about stores not paying grown-ups enough to force them to dress like cartoon characters, she gratefully moved forward enough to finally be next in line for an open station and that much closer to fresh air and freedom.

Then, finally, she was running her purchases over the scanner, intensely focused on seeing each item register correctly and get tucked into the waiting bay just right. The last thing she needed at the moment was to cause the machine to misread or freeze up. She’d learned the hard way that these supposed “convenient” devices could be temperamental, and they had delayed her escape from the store on more than one occasion.

She was just a handful of purchases from finishing when the hanger from the new shirt she’d bought Henry got hooked on the one holding the little sweat suit that she’d also been unable to resist getting him. The clothing scanned but then, caught up together, missed the waiting bag and careened to the floor, causing the weight of the item not to register to the machine, and it began blaring robotically about an “unseen item in the baggage area” to her frustration and embarrassment.

Just what she’d been trying to avoid, her mind grumbled as she bent to retrieve the clothes and disentangle them. She couldn’t help the irritated growl she let out when the register refused to let her continue checking out without an associate voiding the mistake. Barely managing not to throw up her hands in defeat, Emma bit her tongue to avoid yelling at whatever hapless “elf” did come to her aid and attempted to wait with what little modicum of patience she still possessed. 

“Can I be of assistance, Lass?” a low, silky voice rumbled, much closer to her ear that she’d been expecting, causing a frisson of electricity to shiver through her, even as she jumped in surprise. 

Spinning around, Emma narrowly missed colliding with a dark-haired, lean muscled associate, standing close enough to nearly have her frazzled ponytail smack him in the face. She was about to sarcastically ask what it looked like she needed, or to tell him to back up and out of her space, when his twinkling blue eyes and handsome features made the words die away on her tongue.

Emma caught her breath, wanting to answer smartly and recover a bit of her dignity, but when she looked up into a playfully smouldering expression, strong, scruffy jawline, and appropriately rather elfishly tipped ears, speech was slow to return. She just kept drinking in the profile tilted questioningly toward her and coming up stunned and mutely smitten, not that she was about to admit that to anyone - even herself.

Backing up rapidly, Emma tried to blink the stars from her eyes and put some distance between them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make a hasty getaway because her purchases were only half bagged and the register still as uncooperative as it had been. Half-tempted to at least grab her filled bags and make a run for it, instead she finally huffed out a resigned sigh and gave her would-be rescuer a curt nod of assent. She might never get out of the store otherwise.

The costumed employee - who was minute-by-minute making an elf seem like a ridiculously attractive holiday character - smirked then, the look a mischievous one, complete with arched brow, that made her want to smack him upside the head for mocking her, even as she was equally enticed to jerk him to her by the front of his bright green outfit and smush his lips back into a less maddening shape with her own. Irritatingly, at her agreement, her “elf” helper had the snag with her register righted in no time with annoying ease. “Anything elese I can assist you with, Love?” he questioned. Rather cheekily, it felt to Emma.

Blushing furiously, she swiped her card, snatched her receipt, and tried to gather all her bags in one quick grab without making any further eye contact. Her blurted, “Nope, all set now,” was a rush of words, followed by a snarked, “and I’m not your love” that she realized too late hadn’t been as under the breath as intended.

Her gaze shot guiltily to his face once more, and she was moderately comforted by the slight red suffusing his neck and cheeks now as well. Her handsome assistant scratched at a spot behind his ear uneasily. “Apologies, Lo - Ma’am,” he amended sincerely enough. Then, just a bit of that rogueish smile quirked one corner of his generous, intriguing mouth upwards again. “But you can’t blame an elf for trying, can you?”

Snorting inelegantly, Emma couldn’t help the short burst of laughter that escaped her unbidden. “I don’t know about that,” she deadpanned back, not sure what had come over her in that moment, “Seems to me like Santa might not approve.”

The guy’s blue eyes widened in surprise, but also lit with pleasure at her playing along.

Yet, fun as it was for a moment, Emma’s instinct to pull back - self-preservation, she reminded herself - had her turning with a quick, “Thanks all the same,” and darting away, hurriedly tossing a “Merry Christmas” back over her shoulder before practically dashing for the store’s front exit.

She couldn’t get far enough away from wildly attractive and flirtatious strangers, even ones harmlessly dressed as holiday characters. She’d learned that lesson all too well a long time ago. And yet, as the bracing chill of the air hit her in the parking lot, Emma knew that she might have gotten away from temptation just in time, but she wasn’t going to easily forget that playfully engaging face or those rather adorably pointed ears that suited his costume all too well. Nope, those blue eyes would be dancing through her dreams tonight rather than any visions of sugarplums, and there wasn’t much she could do about that.

* I promise you should have the rest of this soon, and again I hope you will enjoy this first bit for now, and continue to have a wonderful holiday season!! *

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have yourself a merry little christmas - my CSSS2021 gift

Summary: "When Emma awoke on Christmas morning, she did not feel merry and bright like the rest of the world."

Emma wakes up on Christmas morning with a cold that pretty much takes her all out of the Christmas festivities. Luckily, her husband is more than happy to make sure she doesn't spend Christmas Day like any in her youth.

A/N: @gingerpolyglot I am your Secret Santa in the @cssecretsanta2020 event (even though it’s 2021)! I have absolutely loved getting to know you. I hope this fic featuring our Swan and Pirate taking care of each other is to your liking, with some Charming family feels thrown in there as well! Happy holidays! <3 

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When Emma awoke on Christmas morning, she did not feel merry and bright like the rest of the world. Although she was woken by the sounds of her sweet little Hope yelling, “It’s Christmas! Get up! Santa came!”, Emma knew she was in for a rough Christmas based on the way her head pounded and her body ached.

She tried to breathe in to power through it, the action caused her to cough deeply. It was a deep and awful sound; her chest, throat, and head all hurt with the action.

Groaning, she rolled over onto her stomach to bury her face in her pillow as tears of frustration and sadness began to build in her eyes.

While it wasn’t the first time she had been sick on Christmas Day in her lifetime, it still didn’t stop the sting of sadness that coursed through her.  She let out a sniffle, though she wasn’t sure it was from the sadness or from her runny nose.

A warm hand settled on her back, rubbing it gently. “Love?” her husband asked worriedly, kissing the top of her head. “Everything all right?”

Emma rolled over to look up at him, unable to help her pout. “I don’t feel well,” she croaked out. She closed her eyes when Killian leaned down to kiss her forehead, and she was able to give him a little smile.

“I’m here,” Killian murmured, opening his arms to her and she gladly curled into them. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead yet again, though he did frown somewhat. “Emma, you’re burning…”

“Thanks, babe, you’re hot too,” she mumbled tiredly. She felt the vibration of her husband’s chuckle against her skin, and she cuddled up against him even more. His hand wove its way through her hair and she nearly drifted off again at the action alone.

“Do you want tea, love?” he murmured, his lips against her temple. “And some medicine? See if we can’t cut this thing off at the pass?”

“My hero,” she rasped drowsily, her eyes already fluttering shut. “Do you think you can get our daughter to stop from tearing into all the presents?”

“Mmm, a keeping seven-year-old from her presents on Christmas morning? Highly unlikely.”

The little pitter patter of feet sounded from downstairs as if Hope was running from one side of the house to the other just to entertain herself. While Emma was admittedly thankful that Hope had chosen not to go up and down the stairs to expend some of her boundless energy, each footstep caused her head to pound.

“All right, let me make you some tea, see if we can’t settle our little Christmas beast,” Killian murmured affectionately, planting a quick kiss to her lips.

“Babe, no, you’ll catch this,” Emma whined, rolling onto her back as she looked up at him.

Killian merely smiled down at her before leaning in for another kiss. “So, I catch it and be miserable together,” he replied with a shrug, getting out of the bed. He made sure to pull the covers back over her and headed downstairs.

Emma smiled a little bit wider at the love her husband showed her and nearly fell back asleep as she waited for him to come back. The door opened and she picked her head up weakly.

Killian stood there with a cup of tea in one hand and Hope perched on his back. “Hi, Mama. Merry Christmas,” Hope murmured softly as she flopped down onto the bed. “Papa said you weren’t feeling so good and I had to be real quiet.”

“Oh, Cygnet,” Emma murmured tiredly. “Merry Christmas.” She reached out and brushed some of her daughter’s hair from her face. “Papa is going to give me some medicine and I should be all better soon.” She smiled at her daughter. “I love you very much. Mama’s okay. And we can celebrate Christmas like normal, huh?”

“Okay! I love you too!” Hope said brightly and even though the sound lanced through her head, Emma didn’t dare let it show on her face. Killian frowned though and kissed Emma’s temple again.

“All right, up you get,” Killian said affectionately, helping Emma sit up as he handed her a cup of tea. “Why don’t I get some medicine from the bathroom?” His voice turned up in excitement as he added to their daughter, “Cygnet, why don’t we open presents in bed?”

Hope’s eyes sparkled as if the idea had never occurred to her. The little girl gasped excitedly, “We could be comfy and open presents, Papa!”

“Indeed we could, little love,” Killian chuckled.

“But I might need some help with the bigger presents though,” Hope realized, her face puckering adorably as she frowned. Turning to Emma, the little girl said assuredly, “Santa brought some very big presents, but I don’t know who they’re for!”

Killian was still grinning as he ruffled Hope’s hair. “Let me get Mummy’s medicine and then I’ll help you bring up the presents, all right?”

“Okay, Papa!”

Emma couldn’t help but beam as she watched her daughter light up and race downstairs. Killian kissed Emma’s forehead and gently stroked her cheek. “Thanks for taking such good care of me,” she told him, kissing his palm.

“As if taking care of you is such a hardship, love,” he replied adoringly, pressing his forehead to hers. His thumb gently brushed along her cheekbone. “You know I’d do anything for you, yeah? Whether it be Christmas Day or otherwise.”

Emma laughed, letting out a little cough with the action. “I know,” she said tenderly. “And it’s gonna be the same for you when you end up catching this from me, Killian.”

He smiled a little salaciously at her, given that their child was not in the room. “Well, I’ll never say no to you playing nursemaid, love.” He winked at her, and she let out a cough of a laugh again. Frowning, he rubbed her back gently until the coughing fit subsided. “I’ll go get you the medicine, love, I’ll be right back.”

True to his words, he was back in a moment, pressing some cold and flu tablets into her hand. She smiled gratefully up at him, and he responded in turn by pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. A loud thud sounded from downstairs. There was a pause and then a little voice piped up, “I’m okay!”

“Take your medicine while I go help our Cygnet, yeah?” Killian murmured. “Captain’s orders.”

“Far be it from me to disobey my Captain.” Emma smirked at him, and given the wiggle of her husband’s eyebrow in return, she knew he too was recalling some times when she had done just that.

“You, Emma,” he growled a little bit, playfully nipping at her lips. “Are in for it my love, but only when you are fully recovered from this illness that plagues you.”

“Is that a promise?” Emma asked huskily, trying very hard not to cough in her husband’s face.

“Aye. So it’s all the more incentive for you to get well, love.” He finished this sentiment by sweetly kissing the top of her head before he turned around to head downstairs to help Hope carry the presents from under the tree.

Emma sat up in bed a little bit and sipped at her tea. While she waited for him to return, Emma ruminated on how different it was from Christmases past. She recalled a Christmas in foster care when she had the flu and she had been left to fend for herself. Another Christmas with a cold as she slept in the Bug, shivering under blankets to try and stay warm and not get any sicker. The memories made the sight of her husband and daughter return into the room holding presents in their arms all the sweeter.

She hoped that it would be enough to defeat this Christmas cold.

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A few hours saw Emma all the poorer, despite how well she tried to hide it. Despite taking the medicine, Killian could see how his wife winced at the lights in their bedroom. How her hand went to her temples every time she tried to hide it when Hope’s back was turned. How she reached for the tissues what seemed to be every few minutes just to blow her nose.

Despite her protestations, he still held her in his arms, knowing all the winters she had been without comfort or care, and was determined to show it to her now. And even still despite her protestations, he could tell how much it meant to her as she relaxed in his hold.

They spent the morning opening presents and watching Christmas movies and cycled through each of their favorites. Hope was quite partial to the Muppets and Killian truthfully had to admit the same, especially given how many times she had watched this movie ad nauseum before Christmas.

Emma simply chose Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer this year, though normally her favorites were either the lad named Charlie Brown or the story about the George Bailey fellow. But it was clear as they watched Rudolph that Emma just needed something she could easily sleep through that wouldn’t take up too much attention.

Still, the time drew nearer for them to head off to her parent's farm, and Emma still seemed no better. And he wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it.

Christmas was Emma’s favorite holiday, and the holiday was all the better for being able to celebrate it with her and their children.

“Why don’t I just stay home for Christmas?” Emma asked against his neck when it was clear she would be unable to rally for the day’s festivities. “No point in getting everyone else sick, right?”

“Aye, just me then?” he teased her, in spite of the worry blossoming in his chest. She must have sensed it for she looked up at him and gently took his hand. “Are you sure, love? I hate to leave you alone on Christmas.”

“Not the first time I’ve been alone and sick on Christmas in my life. One more year won’t kill me,” Emma said with a shrug and that did not make him feel better if truth be told. “Besides, Hope loves going to my parents’. I’m sure she won’t mind that I’m not there.”

“If you’re sure,” Killian replied, kissing her forehead again as he held her close.

“Yeah, ‘m sure. Go enjoy Christmas.” Emma nodded sleepily, cuddling back to him. He let her rest for a little while longer before tucking her in and getting Hope ready for Christmas day. As he showered and got dressed, helped his daughter get lean, and pick out her own Christmas outfit, it felt less and less right for him to do this without her. Still, she needed her rest, and he was loathed to deprive her of it, even if it was Christmas.

As he loaded up the car with the presents, Hope suddenly stopped on the front step of their home. “Papa?” she asked, turning back to look at the house. “Is Mama not coming?” She frowned as she looked up, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Killian sighed, scooping up his daughter in his arms. “I’m afraid not, Cygnet,” he sighed. “She’s not feeling well…”

“Okay,” Hope replied, hanging her head lowly as he carried her to the car. The light seemed to melt from her eyes like snow on a particularly warm day.

And it was only when they were about halfway to Snow and David’s when he looked in the rearview mirror to see tears rolling down her little cheeks. He pulled over the car immediately so he could park it and turn around to look at her. “Cygnet?” he asked worriedly. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“We left Mama alone on Christmas!” she cried, reaching for him. Killian quickly unbuckled Hope from her car seat and lifted her up so she could wrap her little arms around her neck. “Mama will miss eating the Christmas cookies and those are her favorite, Papa! And she’ll be all by herself and we are all together and I don’t like it!”

Killian’s heart somehow both broke and grew at his little girl’s worry for her mother. In truth, he still was not comfortable with leaving his wife alone on Christmas either, given he knew just how deep her childhood wounds tend to run on the holidays.

And suddenly, he was struck with a flash of inspiration.

He smiled down at his daughter, tilting her chin up so he could tap her nose gently. “Never fear, little love. A good captain always takes care of his crew, aye?”

“Aye aye!” she affirmed with a nod of her head. Her curls bounced around her as she did and she laughed, heartily kissing her forehead.

“I have an idea, so Mummy won’t be alone on Christmas,” he whispered conspiratorially to her, winking as he did so. “Do you want to help?”

Hope nodded eagerly. “Yes, but only if you tell me what it is so I can help,” she answered sagely.

Killian laughed and began whispering the plan in Hope’s ear, even though there was no one else in the car.

“Should I text your brother?” he finally asked once he’d told her the plan.

“Yes, because it won’t be Christmas without Henry!” she answered, horrified at the notion of not celebrating with her oldest brother.

“Okay, let’s get in touch with Henry, and then we can get…uhh…Operation…uhhh…”

“White Christmas,” Hope offered.

“Aye, White Christmas indeed!”

--

While she wasn’t feeling one hundred percent better, Emma had to admit that the medicine was doing its job. She at least had the energy to move from the bed to the couch downstairs. Turning on the Christmas tree and some music, Emma tried not to feel too lonely without the normal sounds of Killian’s laughter or Hope’s excited chatter, Henry’s voices while he told stories to all the children, and her parents arguing over the cranberry sauce.

In truth, she hadn’t felt like a Lost Girl in so long that the resurgence of those feelings caused tears to prick at the corner of her eyes. She took the heel of her hand to rub at her eyes.

This is so stupid! she thought, sniffling all the while. You’re not abandoned, you’re not alone…everyone will probably call you in a little bit to see how you’re feeling. It’s fine, Emma. You’re fine.

But in truth?

Emma just missed her family on Christmas Day.

And no sooner did she have that thought that the front door swung wide open, rattling as it hit the wall. Her magic flared to life as she coughed, but it was only Hope bounding back in. “Hi, Mama!”

“Hi, baby,” she rasped confusedly. She looked over at the clock. It had only been an hour at most that Killian had left for her parents’ house. Surely they hadn’t had dinner already?

Behind her was Henry, grinning at his mom. “Hey, Mom.” He came over and gave her a quick hug before going to wipe his hands down with hand sanitizer. “Heard you weren’t feeling so hot.”

Killian was last to come in, four stacks of deep trays piled high in his arms. The trays themselves were not massive, but it looked as if they could hold a lot of food.

Tears came to her eyes, but it was no longer feelings of loneliness and sadness that fueled them. “What’s all this?” she giggled, wiping at her eyes as she looked at her husband.

“Why, it’s Christmas dinner, of course!” he declared, nodding at Henry to go get a small table to set up in front of the couch for Emma. He came over and kissed Emma’s forehead, putting down the four dinners on the floor for just a moment. “Can’t have those young wounds linger on Christmas, eh?” He tapped her nose and she laughed, burying his face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and against her hair admitted quietly, “Truthfully, love? It’s not Christmas for us without you. And even if it means we suffer your cold after this, I’d say it’s well worth it. And if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll move far enough apart that you won’t have to worry about us all. But we couldn’t have you be alone on Christmas. We love you too much for that.”

She let out a small hiccupping sob against his chest, and she could feel her husband’s worry for her increase. “Love, is that all right?” he asked, trying to dip his head down to make eye contact with her.

“Killian, it’s perfect,” Emma sniffled, laughing as she brushed away her tears. She cupped his cheek gently in her hands. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

She noticed Killian give Henry a wink but couldn’t think on it further as Hope put a plate in front of Emma, and her family began making sure her Christmas dinner plate was piled high.

“Babe, I’m pretty sure this is enough to feed like three people,” she laughed, pretending to peek around her plate so she could look at Killian.

Her husband smiled patiently, even as he helped Hope set up her plate. “Then I must be doing Christmas dinner right.” Then, he frowned as if thinking of something. “Unless the food’s too hard on your stomach right now, love?”

“I’m perfect,” Emma assured him as Henry tucked a blanket around her and handed her a mug of tea.

“When’s the last time you took some medicine?” Henry asked, looking down at her.

“This morning, Dr. Henry,” she teased her son, but she couldn’t help but smile as Henry nodded firmly and walked upstairs to get Emma some more medicine. When he came back down, she hugged him tightly. “Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

“And I love you too, Mama!” Hope assured her mother loudly from the other side of the room. Emma laughed and blew a kiss in Hope’s direction. “I love you too, baby!”

The Swan-Jones family ate in the living room, talking and laughing loudly, sharing stories from the year and fun anecdotes from living in the United Realms, even if Emma’s remarks were sometimes punctuated by coughs or sneezes.

As dinner wound down, Emma stretched out on the couch, closing her eyes contently. “Man, what I wouldn’t give for some of my Dad’s pumpkin pie. You didn’t bring any of that, did you?” She didn’t open her eyes, but heard her husband say, “’fraid not, love, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”

Mmmm…well leftover pumpkin pie is good too, Emma decided, settling back into the couch.

She’d nearly dozed off again when she heard the door open and her mother’s voice call, “Sorry we’re late, we had to make dessert packages for everyone who was already at the farm, and it was a whole thing!”

Emma’s eyes flew open and she saw her parents and little brother standing in the doorway, holding various tin foil-wrapped packages in their arms.

“Hope, why don’t we help Gramma and Grandpa put the desserts down?” Henry asked, standing up and taking the dessert from David.

“Okay! I’m a great helper!” Hope declared, following Henry as she always did any time the siblings were together.

David immediately came to Emma’s side, pulling her into a hug while he cupped the back of her head. “How are you feeling, Emma?” he asked softly, rubbing her back a little bit. “Do you need anything? Water? Medicine? Tea?”

“I’m okay, Dad,” she murmured. She caught her husband’s eye as she added, only looking at Killian, “I’m perfect.”

--

It had taken a little while to get his in-laws out of the house for as late as they had come. Both David and Snow had insisted on fussing over Emma since she wasn’t feeling well and for all the eyerolling his wife did, Killian knew she secretly loved it.

He could tell in the blissed-out way she smiled, still laying on the couch on her side. Henry had gone off to Regina’s and Hope had finally taken her Christmas Day nap, sprawled out on the floor while a movie flickered unwatched on the television.

His wife’s eyes watched him expectantly, and Killian knew exactly what that meant. He gently propped Emma up for the briefest of moments before sliding underneath her, so she could use his chest as a pillow. He was rewarded with a delighted hum and her snuggling more into him, as if she could physically get him closer than he already was.

His hand gently began stroking her back, as her hand crept up his chest to rest over his heart. “So, all in all, not a bad Christmas, hmmm?” Killian asked her softly, his lips gentle against the skin of her forehead.

She looked up at him, her eyes glowing with the lights of their Christmas tree. Her mouth was curved in that soft smile he loved so much and couldn’t help but kiss. “Thank you for taking such good care of me today,” she said sincerely. Though while she was not as verbose as he was, he could read every emotion on her face.

But then again, she had always been an open book to him, and he found himself reading the depth of her thanks in appreciation as he looked at her.

“I’ll always be here to take care of you,” he promised her, gently pushing her hair out of her face.

“I know. I’m so incredibly lucky that I have you, Killian.”

“I love you, Emma,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” she replied. “And if you do end up catching this cold from me, I promise I’ll be here to take care of you too,” Emma murmured drowsily, tucked up as tightly against him as his own ribs.

Even a week later, with his wife tending to him as he lay in bed with the cold she had on Christmas morning, Killian Jones considered himself the luckiest man in the world just to have her by his side.

[resident-of-storybrooke]

HI SANTA HERE. OK so I'm finally going to get to start today and I'm very excited/nervous. I have no idea if it's going to be one-shot or MC yet. If it is MC, would you be ok with the whole thing not being completed by Christmas? I'd definitely have a chapter or two ready for you, and I'd promise to complete the fic within a reasonable period. Just wanted to check in with you if that's acceptable in case you are counting on a completed fic on 12/25. If so I can manage it!

Hiya Santa!!!!

Please don’t be nervous! I can’t wait to read what beautiful story you’ve gifted me with! And you can finish whenever works for you if it becomes an MC! And also I probably won’t be on much until the 26th so feel free to post the first part then!!

Have a wonderful Monday Santa!!

[kmomof4]

Oh. My. WORD!!!!

❤️❤️❤️

LOVELOVELOVE!!!!!!!

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 ✨

[resident-of-storybrooke]

Hi!! It's Santa! This is in no way intended as a rush request to answer my last ask, it is only a "I just realized I have literally no way to tell if my last ask sent, and you have literally no way of contacting me if it didn't." If you're planning on getting around to it later that's totally cool!! No hurry at all! I just want to double check if I need to resend it! Anyway hope you had a great week and that your next one is even better!

Hiya Santa!! I didn’t get your last ask 🥺 stupid tumblr!!!! I’m sorry!! Hope you’re having a good weekend

[resident-of-storybrooke]

haha well SHOOT! Okay let me try to remember what I said. One thing was that I probably won't get much time to write until next week, because this week is particularly busy at my job but next week is VACATION. And the other thing (I THINK this was that ask) was that I'd discarded one idea when it ended up focusing on the ensemble too much and not enough couple, but I'm working (mentally only rn) on another angle that should be more shippy! Oh also it's Swanfire, hope that's cool. (Just kidding!)

Hiya Santa!!! You’re too funny 😂😂😂😂 I hope you’re enjoying your time away!!! Can’t wait to hear about it. Stay awesome!!!!

[resident-of-storybrooke]

[SANTA AGAIN.] Awesome!! So it occurred to me that almost all my daydreams-that-have-never-been-turned-to-fics are (relatively) canon compliant. Like, I've never really come up with an AU. Is that ok? Because I could definitely use my imagination if AUs are a preference! I've read a ton of AUs I've enjoyed (like yours!) but never thought about writing one. I have been throwing around ideas in my head though. Any thoughts on one with like, amnesia, for instance?

SANTA!!!!

You can give me a bag of rocks and I'll love it!! Whatever you're comfortable writing and sharing will be much appreciated, I assure you!! It's hard either way, but canon stories I find so interesting because you have a boundary almost so all the power to you!

Ohhhhhh amnesia!!!!! I instantly thought of this:

ahahahah but that sounds super interesting!!!!! Hope you had a good weekend Santa!!!

[resident-of-storybrooke]

(1) Oh my gosh hi! Santa again! So, I just saw that post about how there's no notification for if someone answers your question, and realized I'd missed your reply! Thought I'd been checking regularly, but I missed it anyway! Thanks for the tag thingy, that helps!! I'll bookmark it. Okay so! I have been reading all your fics and enjoying them, but not kudos'ing them so as to not give away my identity yet. Or I already had kudos'd them, again, you don't know. WOW this is a small character limit--

(2) OKAY let's try that again. So, I'll be writing you a fic because I cannot draw except for comedy. Hope that's cool! Do you have anything you definitely want, think you'd like, or are not interested in? I've never actually written for this fandom except in my head--or written almost anything in several years--or I'm one of your favorite authors and have you on my tag list, you don't know. (It is probably not that last one though, temper expectations please hehe). Limit again have a great day!

HIYA SANTA!!

hahah I love how you're being sneaky, you're adorable!! I love stories and even if you drew something comical I know I'd love it!! You're hysterical hahahah

Hmmmm definitely want...I just love a wholesome happy ending! If you want to drop some angst in there or fake dating or enemies to lovers one bed trope anything I'll love! I'm down with smut or no smut, I know that's not easy for everyone to write so no pressure with that. Anything I don't want? Cheating, no cheating lines that's a trope I cannot stand. But as long as we have a happy CS I'm going to love it!!

Can't wait to talk to you soon, happy Saturday Santa!

[resident-of-storybrooke]

Yo ho ho! Your Captain Swan Secret Santa here! I am very excited to see you already have fics! Can't wait to read them all to prepare! Or perhaps I'm already on your tag list and just saying this to throw you off the trail. You'll never know (yet)! I'm a bit new at this (writing, not reading, of course), but very excited to give it a try--hope you like what we end up with! I see you do art too! That's so cool!!! Looking forward to giving this my best shot! That's a lot of exclamation points.

OH MY GOODNESS!!! It’s Santa!!!!!! I am so excited to get to know you (more?)!!! I know you’re going to do awesome, I have no doubt that I’ll love whatever you gift me with.

I’ll use the hashtag secret Santa 2021 for my responses so you can always find them on my page!!! Can’t wait!!!

[kmomof4]

WOWWWWWWWWWWW!!! That is incredible!!!

Dear, @the-mourning-stars I was your CS Secret Santa in the cssecretsanta2021 event! Happy Holidays! ♥ @cssecretsanta2020

[resident-of-storybrooke]

Secret Santa I got your ask! I’m at a wedding today and flying back home tomorrow so I’ll have a delay in response!!! Just wanted you to know!! Can’t wait to chat 🤗🤗🤗

[willexxmercer]

Hey there darling, Santa here! Based on what I've deduced so far, I have the bare bones of a friends to lovers extravaganza with lots of cute dialogue and fun sweetness. Unfortunately, tumblr is being DUMB and not letting me send it to you, but if you look up pinterest user secretsantaaaa (should be named "some person") my board csss21 has the concept art I cooked up for your story! Merry early Christmas! Love, Santa

😍😍 😍😍 😍😍 😍😍 😍😍 😍😍 I’M IN LOVE i’m SO EXCITED aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the concept art looks so good and i’m looking forward to the fic <333 tysm <3

[kmomof4]

That is all

run, run rogers - My CSSS 2021 Gift

hi there @ilovemesomekillianjones! here’s chapter three of my @cssecretsanta2020​ gift to you! thank you for being so understanding and patient (still. because i am the absolute worst!).

run, run rogers (chapter 3 of 4)

SUMMARY: The last thing Emma Swan expected to be doing on Christmas Eve was last minute Christmas shopping. But Neal’s genius left her in the lurch, and she needs to fix things. And the Uber trip to get this all done? It’ll cost her.

RATING: M for Mature (may go up)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 4,284 words

TAGS: Captain Swan, Holiday, Uber Driver Killian Jones

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Special shoutout to @mariakov81 who worked with me to create this magnificent piece to showcase the chaos that was chapter two! So much love and appreciation – thank you!!!! <3 love how this came out!!!!

And another very special shoutout to @snowbellewells​ who looked over this chapter for me as I was unsure about some moments in it, and she ended up fixing a bunch of my grammar and tense issues. A true blessing!!! Very grateful and appreciative for her help as well!!!! Thank you!!! <3 <3

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Henry Bear’s Park.

It’s the last store of the night. Her last chance.

Brick overlay covers the top quarter of the store’s façade, white lettering spelling out its name. She’d never been in it before and didn’t even know what she was looking for, but the place has good reviews and Emma figures she’ll know what to get when she sees it. Plus, it’s got her kid’s name in it – that has to mean something, right?

Red carpet covers the floor and the walls are painted with lime green and orange, the colors alternating with each pillar. Shelves line the perimeter walls of the door, item display stands forming the configuration of the store. There’s soft plush animals, puzzles, and sporting goods spread throughout. A lacrosse stick crosses her vision and she’s tempted to grab him the equipment but ultimately decides against it. Henry’s never been one for sports, soccer holding only a passing interest two years ago, so she can’t think of a worse gift.

Standing in the middle of the store, Emma feels like a failure. Nothing there is catching her eye as a worthy gift for Henry, and the ticking of the large clock behind the register echoes in her ears despite the high volume of customers milling around her. She wonders if they all forgot a prized gift on someone’s wish list or if their significant other dropped a surprise family member on their doorstep for dinner and festivities.

The faint sounds of Christmas music wafts through the air as her eyes peruse each and every object in the store. There are books she passes by, ones too young for Henry’s reading level and others he already owns, action figures she decides against as he’s begun to grow out of them, and trading cards which never held his interest.

She nearly gives up, her eyes glancing at the clock to see the time reads 8:26, when a line of figures on display beside the registers catch her eye.

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