Okay so this was on here before, and I took it down because of the M-rated one-shots it contained. Anyway, I have decided to re-publish the one's that aren't descriptive sex, no sex scenes. Please note, the rating is M because there are references to sexual intercourse and language. If you are reading these for the first time, there are 101 one-shots. If you want to read the M- rated (sex) ones, head over to Archive of Our Own and you will find me under the same username.
Also, the majority of these were written before the 4A premiere, so some will not be canon and set during season 4.
Also, if you followed Bad Days and Rougher Nights that it to over on Archive Of Our Own. Once I finish The Pink Plus, that will become my main centre of attention. Once that is finished, I will spend my time divided between Here's Looking At You and A Town Called Storybrooke. I also have another fic in mind, Emma and Killian in the Harry Potter universe, and yeah. I don't know how much reception it would bring in, but I am in love with the idea of a forbidden romance between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, and I have already planned out the first couple of chapters.
Regrets
Fifteen years after abandoning Emma, Neal sees her again for the first time and is saddened when he sees that she is happily married with three children, another on the way.
If there was one thing that Neal Cassidy regretted more than anything, it was abandoning his then girlfriend, Emma Swan, and allowing for her to take the fall for his crime. Back when he had done it, Neal thought of himself as clever, knowing that it wouldn't be put on his record; he thought that when Emma would be released, he would pretend that he couldn't free her and that he had tried, that she would take him back. But it hadn't gone the way he planned…
Twelve months later when Emma was released, she had completely vanished from his radar. Neal tried to track her down, only to find that she had sold their yellow bug for cash and was no longer in the state of Massachusetts. And as he usually did, he gave up on her, and took an easier path when he met another woman. Now, he knew that he should have never let her go in the first place.
If he could have one wish, it would be to see Emma again, in hopes that he could make up for his mistake. Emma Swan though was not interested in ever seeing Neal again.
She was heartbroken when released, and immediately left the state after selling their car. Without any bags, or anything else for that matter, she caught a bus to a small, secluded town called Storybrooke, along the coast of Maine, never once looking back.
In all the years that had past, Emma could never come up with a certified answer to why she chose Storybrooke. All that she knew was she had seen the name and had felt a sudden connection with the town. Storybrooke had clearly been the correct decision upon her arrival. With the cash she had left over, Emma had managed to rent a room at a local diner known as Granny's.
Granny Lucas, the kind but tough owner, even offered Emma a job as a waitress. Emma had accepted. Even if it was minimum wage, it gave her a free place to live and free food whenever she needed it. Granny, as people told Emma, had taken a shine to her on the first day of Emma's arrival in town.
Granny believed in second chances, and when Emma had explained the story about Neal, and how he had betrayed her, she had been quick to accommodate the seventeen year old. Granny's granddaughter, Ruby Lucas, quickly became one of Emma's good friends. Ruby even introduced Emma to four other girls the same age as them; Mary Margaret Blanchard, Ashley Boyd, Regina Mills and Belle French, and for the first time in her life, Emma had true friends.
All five of them happened to be in relationships, but Emma assured them that she had no interest in the opposite sex for a while, as the pain from Neal was still too fresh.
And then she met him; Killian Jones; Storybrooke's most dashing top graduate.
Being a couple years older the Emma, Killian stood at the height of six foot and carried himself with all the confidence in the world. His raven hair stood out against his tanned skin, and his blue eyes had pierced through her, and to top it all off, Emma felt as though she would melt when he smooth-talked her in his Irish accent. Killian Jones had charmed her and Emma was hooked.
Emma had been waiting tables at Granny's when he had casually walked in, asking Ruby specifically for Emma to be his waitress for the evening. Killian had then spent the remainder of the evening waiting for Emma to finish her shift. During the last hour, Ruby had persuaded Emma to accept Killian's offer for ice-cream and she had. After paying for her ice-cream, something Neal never did, he had taken her to Storybrooke's playground, which was empty, and he had spent twenty-minutes pushing her on the swing.
Emma didn't expect Killian to return to the diner again. She hadn't slept with him, her virginity still intact. She and Neal had come close, but at the last moment, Emma had stopped and pulled back. Killian though, never physically touched her that night. Emma was surprised and mildly shocked the next night when Killian retuned to the diner, and this time bought her dinner. Ruby and Granny had watched on with smiles on their faces, as Killian and Emma ate their meals together. That night, Killian had asked Emma to be his girlfriend, and against her better judgment, she had said yes.
Before Emma knew it, she and Killian had been dating for a year, and not once had he let her down. He met her after work every night, paid for her dinner and within eight months, she had moved into his house on the ocean front.
She loved him.
And on their one year anniversary, he took her out on his sailboat. Candles were lit everywhere in small glass jars and rose petals covered the floor. They ate pizza for dinner, and then Emma gave him everything. They made love under the stars blissfully. He was careful and treated her as though she was the most fragile thing in the universe.
Even after a year of proving his love for her, Emma still expected things to crash. It took a year and a half for her to fully open to him about Neal. They had been laying together in a fully sated mode when she whispered him the tale of Neal. Killian had tensed when she mentioned her ex, but he didn't run, he didn't abandon her, he stayed and held her.
On her twenty-first birthday, he took her back out on the sailboat, candles lit again with red rose petals darted here and there. Only this time, he pulled out his guitar, bent down on one knee and sang her a song. When he finished the last note, he had placed the guitar on the solid wood floor, and proposed with a three stone sapphire engagement ring.
She accepted.
What made things even better for Emma was that Killian had a family who accepted her as though Emma was their own daughter. They finally married at twenty-two, most of Storybrooke's community in attendance. Three short, loved filled months later, she fell pregnant.
Liam David Jones was born on the 12th of April. He was a quiet baby and rarely cried. A little over a year later, Emma was pregnant again, and William Andre Jones was born on the 16th of November. Secretly, Emma longed for a girl and when she conceived for the third time, they were both delighted to learn that they would be having the 'little lass' as Killian put it. Rose Olivia Jones was born in the early hours of the morning.
Rose cried all hours of the night and often caused tension between Killian and Emma. Both Emma and Killian couldn't have been happier when Rose finally moved on into the quieter stage. Emma and Killian didn't plan to have any more children after Rose, but at the age of thirty, it seemed that fate had other ideas, as they conceived again. Now, an eight months pregnant Emma cradled her bump as she watched Killian push Rose on the swing, whilst Liam and William played pirates on the wooden playground pirate ship.
Unknown to them, a lone figure watched in the distance.
After twelve years, Neal had finally found Emma again, and he found himself tearing up slightly at the sight. Emma was clearly very happily married and pregnant. The man, who he presumed to be her husband, was laughing as the little girl squealed on the swing.
Neal watched as Emma carefully got to her feet, waddled over to Killian and Rose, and stood at her husband's side. Killian's arm wrapped around her waist; his fingers splaying over her large bump as he whispered something in Emma's ear, prompting a giggle from her.
As Neal looked onwards, he couldn't help but smile. If there was anyone in this world that deserved a happy ending, it was Emma Swan. And as he walked away, his head hung low, there was only one emotion which coursed through him;
Regret.
