Let's buckle some swash

female awesome meme: 1/5 mother characters ♡ emma swan (once upon a time)

Here it is, @killiancygnus ! I have finally finished your interactive birthday fic! I personally liked this last little bit the best, and I hope you like it as well. I hope you have enjoyed your ongoing gift, and I apologize that you had to wait so long between each installment. I’m actually not even sure you saw part four - tumblr may have had issues. Anyway, I included the link to the rest below.

Premise: for Fran’s birthday, she got to choose which lines I tackled next from the song “Own Worst Enemy” by Lit in an ongoing, interactive fic.

Part One | Two | Three | Four

Rating: T

Tagging the usuals:  @jennjenn615 @kday426 @snowbellewells @let-it-raines @welllpthisishappening @kmomof4 @winterbaby89 @teamhook @bethacaciakay @optomisticgirl @whimsicallyenchantedrose @delirious-latenight-laughs @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @wellhellotragic @branlovestowrite @shireness-says @ultraluckycatnd @xhookswenchx @distant-rose @tiganasummertree

Final Lyric:  Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

“Don’t take this the wrong way, little brother, but you’re turning into a sorry, pathetic bum.”

Killian glares at Liam without even lifting his head from his pillow. “I’ve discovered that whenever anyone begins a sentence with don’t take this the wrong way, there’s only one way to take it.” He sighs and lifts his gaze to the ceiling. “And it’s younger brother.” It’s an automatic after thought.

Liam huffs, yanks a dirty pair of Killian’s jeans off the floor, and tosses it at his “little” brother’s head.

“Ow!”

“You haven’t even attempted to find a new apartment.” Liam begins ticking off Killian’s recent failures one by one with his fingers. “You’ve barely left this room since the wedding except to go to work, and you’ve been ignoring all calls and texts.” Liam cocks his head as he regards his brother more closely. “Though you do have your phone with you at all times, and I see you constantly looking at it.”

“What’s your point?”

“She’s gone, Killian. You’ve pined for her all these years, and now you have your answer. You have to move on.”

Killian scowls at Liam as he props himself up on his elbows. “If this is a pep talk, it sucks.”

Finally, @killiancygnus, I have part four of your birthday fic! You said you were buckled up for the angst, right?

Summary: Killian Jones can’t figure out why he’s waking up in a cold room in a tux with his best friend Emma Swan in his closet. Maybe we need to rewind the night … Based on the song “Own Worst Enemy” by Lit. The idea of the game is for Fran to choose which lyrics I tackle next. Part four is based on these lines:

and now you’re gone

It’s no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

And guess what, Fran? I’ve got part 5 almost finished for this line: Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

Tagging the usuals (I hope): @jennjenn615 @kday426 @snowbellewells @let-it-raines @welllpthisishappening @kmomof4 @winterbaby89 @teamhook @bethacaciakay @optomisticgirl @whimsicallyenchantedrose @delirious-latenight-laughs @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @wellhellotragic @branlovestowrite @shireness-says @ultraluckycatnd @xhookswenchx @distant-rose @tiganasummertree 

“So let me get this straight, little brother. You and Emma got drunk and decided to … get married?”

Killian groans, taking fistfuls of his hair and tugging. “It would seem so.”

Liam’s pacing nervously back and forth across his living room, lecturing him like he’s a teenager again. But honestly, none of his words are penetrating Killian’s brain. How can they when all he can keep focusing on is the fact that Emma left so abruptly? Liam had extended his hand and helped her up off the floor of the closet that had been Killian’s when he was in high school. The Pearl Jam posters were still hanging inside. Emma had swayed to her feet, groaning as she clutched her head.

“What am I wearing?” she had grumbled. Then she had looked over at Killian on the bed in his rumpled tux and covered in her lipstick. “Oh shit!” she had cried, and before he could even open his mouth, she was racing out of the house so fast Killian was surprised she hadn’t left skid marks.

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“Okay, back up, you did what?”

“I don’t know.” Emma whines, grabbing one of Ruby’s throw pillows and pressing it against her face.

“You got married?”

“Maybe?” Emma mumbles from behind the pillow. “We got drunk and we kissed at the docks, and then, well, it all got a little fuzzy.”

Sorry it took me so long to read this, it has been a long busy summer and I didn't open tumblr much of not at all 😅 but hey, at least now I have two whole chapters to read!!

Beneath the stars

scoop from Lieutenant Duckling au

EMMA WAS HIS ANCHOR WHEN HE REACHED FOR AURORA’S HEART

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