Summary: Emma Swan always gets her man. Once she brings in fugitive Killian Jones, she’ll be a legend. What she doesn’t count on is the truth shining in his blue eyes when he tells her he didn’t kill his wife.
Rating: T
Trigger Warnings: Referenced character death and violence
Length: 6 chapters, complete around 6,000 words
Since this thing is an MC I’m only posting the link to Ao3: The Fugitive
Here is my first re-release from last year’s Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com. Remember, the official kickoff for this invent is Memorial Day (Monday, May 28th). Tag any movie AUs #csromcom18 and tag me as well so I can reblog.
Rating: T
Trigger warning: Major Character Deaths (come on ya’ll, this is the Notebook! So just grab the tissues already … )
Allie Calhoun smiled as she saw Killian Jones walking towards her down the hallway of the nursing home. He had a thick leather-bound book tucked under his arm like he always did as he approached room 301. He came every day to read to Emma Swan Jones, even though Allie was the only nurse who thought it did any good.
“He’s lost his mind as much as she has,” the other nurses would say, “believing he’s Captain Hook and his wife is the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. Believing that silly book of fairy tales is real.”
But Allie knew better. She was Emma Swan Jones’ regular nurse, and she was there to see it every time she remembered. She didn’t remember every day, or even most days, but because there were days that she remembered, Killian Jones kept coming to read to her. Even though he started every day with his wife looking at him as if he were a stranger.
And yet hope was what Allie saw in his eyes as he nodded to her, like every other day, and asked, “Are you ready, lass?”
Allie grinned, returned the nod, and opened the door to room 301. Killian Jones had paid extra so his wife could have this room – a suite all to herself with a window seat in front of a beautiful set of bay windows. “She needs to have a view of the sea,” he had insisted, “it will calm her.” And though most of the staff had rolled their eyes, he had been right. Emma sat there now, gazing sadly out at the water, a lost look on her face. Her hair was still long, though now silvery gray, and her lithe figure was now gaunt, her skin papery thin and wrinkled. Yet Allie watched as the face of Killian Jones transformed. He beamed at his wife with sparkling eyes, as if nothing in the world were more beautiful. His own skin was leathery and wrinkled from many hours in the sun, his once dark hair now a dull, mottled gray. His steps were hesitant now, his gait stiff, his muscles softened and weak. Yet he still flirted with the nurses, winking and using his still plentiful charms to weasel them out of an extra helping at meal times or trying (in vain) to get out of taking his heart medication. His eyes were still the same sparkling blue of his youth, and his face though softened and lined, was still a handsome one. “I still look devastatingly handsome,” he would joke, “especially at 380.”
Emma turned her head slowly as Allie entered the room, Killian following closely at her heels. Emma frowned at the two of them, a startled look crossing her face.
“It’s okay, ma’am,” Allie was quick to reassure her, “this is just Mr. Jones. He’d like to read to you today, if that’s all right.”
Emma Swan Jones had such advanced Alzheimer’s disease, that she didn’t even remember her own name. Whenever Allie slipped up and used it, she got agitated that she didn’t know who she was. So both Allie and Killian avoided using it. Emma rose from her seat and came cautiously forward, examining Killian with suspicion.
“Do I like him?” she asked, fixing her gaze on Allie.
Allie tried not to allow herself to smile, but her lips twitched anyway as she exchanged a glance with Mr. Jones. “Yes, I think you like him okay.”
Well, here it is y’all! We’ve been blessed with some absolutely incredible fic and art so far in the CSSNS! Sorry it’s taken the whole week to get this up, but we got home from vacation last weekend and between laundry, cleaning house, and the holiday this week, I just needed a little down time before tackling this project! So without further ado, here we go!
So as you can see, we have been showered with some incredible fic so far with much more to come! Congratulations to all those writers who have finished their labors for this event! I hope you’ve had fun and that you enjoy all the other offerings. For those of you still working, I am absolutely beside myself with eager anticipation for more from you all! Thank you all so very much for your participation and enthusiasm for this event! We have much more to come in July and August. In case you didn’t see my post with the wks5&6 preview, we will now have 4-6 fics dropping each week between now and the end of the event! So hold on to your butts! This post is long enough that I decided to separate it and the Second Wave preview post. Look for it tomorrow with links to fics and art that have already dropped this month included. Thanks again everyone! And make sure to give all the magnificent authors and artists some love for their outstanding work!
Guys…IDK if many people here have read my WIP A Thread Through the Labyrinth (FF, AO3), but @teamhook just made me the most amazing cover for it!! It’s fantastic artwork, isn’t it?
Thanks so much!
Lovely art! I’ll have to read the story! How have I missed it????
Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her
partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma
is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises. Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s
been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past.
When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who
turns his world upside down. Miss Congeniality meets The Bachelor
He had questions. So many of them, but as his fingers found the hemline of her shirt, his brain lost
the ability to form sentences. Instead, he was only able to string together a “bloody beautiful,” and
“need you now.”
Emma didn’t seem to be faring much better as her responses barely constituted as anything more
than sighs and moans. He’d ask her everything later. How she was there, how she found him,
what it meant for their future. But first, he’d make love to her like his life depended on it.
When she’d stepped close enough for him to make out her face, he was sure it had been a dream,
but she’d stepped even closer and he’d caught the scent of the perfume that was so decidedly her .
His ring still rested around her neck, just barely peeking out over the top of her dress. Dream or no
dream, he wanted her.
He leaned in and their lips met, tentatively at first, but soon they became a tangle of limbs and
mouths and tongues. Using his bad hand, he pulled her closer so that their bodies were pressed
together, competing for the same space. He let her form’s heat warm his cold, grieving heart. He
finally felt alive again.
Summary: Emma Swan tries to keep the witch thing on the down-low. But
when a handsome stranger discovers her secret and begs her to teach him
magic, Emma finds herself using her powers for good to try and save his
brother. ~9.6K. Rated T for language.
Here is the artwork I made for @shireness-says story, The Prickly Witch’s Guide to Magic. This fic is great, you guys. Lots of emotions. You can read the fic here on tumblr. or on AO3 at the links above.
based on @initiala‘s very simple Mermay prompt, “Look, I’m in this for more mermaid/merman smut,” which I am all too happy to oblige
Summary: Killian and Emma travel to Neverland to find the key ingredient to a spell…but find the wrong one first. and it turns out to be underwater sex pollen. And it hits Emma right in the face. There’s only one thing to be done after that.
Anything Emma had ever known about Neverland—real or fictional, preconceived or actually experienced—was turned on its head when she went below the surface of its waters, especially since she was able to see and breathe this time.
(“Still making us dive in after you, eh, Swan?” Killian had joked after they leapt off the railing of the Jolly Roger into the ocean.
“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” she joked back, but was glad that no one had to mount a rescue this time.)
She’d become so used to the relatively monochromatic Maine sea floor—its deep greens and blues, with the occasional brightly colored fish—that coming down here was like Dorothy waking up in Oz: fish and coral came in every color of the rainbow, the foliage was practically a glowing neon green, and even the water itself was a clearer, brighter blue, not unlike Killian’s eyes. Maybe all that time here rubbed off on him? she wondered.
The only reason they had agreed to travel back to this ridiculous realm—neither of them were really all that keen on it still, for many obvious reasons—was that it was the only place they could get the pollen of the divided lily, which was apparently a necessary ingredient in finally breaking the spell on the town line. And given that it only grew in the waters of Neverland, and she and Killian were the only ones adept at navigating underwater, they were the obvious choice for this little venture.
(“Won’t we draw the attraction of the mermaids here, though?” she asked as they started to strip down to their skivvies on the ship’s deck before they transformed, listing one of her many concerns.
“Perhaps, but they tend to congregate on the other side of the island; and given that they can’t quite drown either of us, they won’t have much interest.”
“I thought this place was supposed to run on happy thoughts, not morbid ones?”
“Really, Emma? Why do you insist on still believing what Barrie wrote, when you’ve spent far more time here than he ever did and you’re well aware of the disservice he did to my dashing self?”)
Even Killian had seemed overwhelmed at first, but eventually, they got to hunting. She’d seen a drawing of what they were looking for, but apparently, no one had ever taken a camera down here. But what she could remember was a white flower with what looked like a dark section in the middle of its petals.
As they searched, he pointed out various other fish and wildlife, usually commenting on how they tasted (“The giant shrimp are quite the delicacy, but the rainbow trout left some things to be desired.”). But no sign of the lily, and eventually, they reached the cusp of a dropoff.
“Do you think it might be down there?” she asked, peering into the deep blue oblivion.
“It’s Neverland and it’s rare magic; it’s most definitely hidden down there.”
Gripping Killian’s hand with one of hers and the magic satchel Regina lent her in the other (even though it was tied around her waist—can never be too safe here), they slowly swam over the edge and down.
Sure enough, growing on many rocky ledges jutting out from the stone wall of the dropoff, were a massive variety of lily-like flowering plants, drifting lazily in the current and in every color of the full spectrum of colors.
“It’s white, right?” she verified as she scanned the array while they swam over it.
“Aye; just be careful that you don’t—”
“Is that it?” she interrupted, a bright flash of white catching her eye. With a quick squeeze of his hand, she dove to where she saw it, nestled in with some red flowers. When she got close, she noted that it almost fit the drawing exactly: white, with a dark blue section dividing the petal. Well, this was easier than I thought it would be.
Too late, she heard Killian’s warning shout of, “No, Emma—not that one!” But she’d already grabbed it at the stem and pulled, releasing a shimmery, inky substance that she inadvertently inhaled.
Illustration for @alexandralyman‘s wonderful fic “Beyond the Horizon.” This is one of my favorite CS fanfics, and if there is anyone left who hasn’t read it (it’s insanely popular!), I highly recommend it. Thank you, Alex, for sharing your talent with all of us!
Here’s an excerpt from part four of my Captain Swan AU of the Tom Cruise/Nicole Kidman movie Far and Away. This is the chapter where they finally get to Oklahoma. You can read the rest here on
The tiny room at Granny’s was mostly dark with just the gentle glow of candlelight to see by. Killian stood in the far corner of the room, facing the curtain where Emma changed each morning and evening. He could see her intoxicating silhouette by the flickering candlelight, her head tilted back and her fingers combing through her hair. Killian’s heart pounded and his mouth went dry just as it always did.
But then Emma softly called his name, and he blinked in shocked surprise as she stepped from behind the curtain. His eyes drank in the sight of her body; every curve, every soft bit of her skin on full display. Her smile was gentle, yet without a hint of hesitance or shyness. She whispered his name again when she reached him, running her hand along the expanse of his chest, then looping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close, bending his head to press his lips against hers. The feel of her breasts pressed against his bare chest set every nerve ending in his body on fire as he pillaged her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back just as fervently, her fingers carding through his hair. She tilted her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck and across her collar bone. His mouth found her breasts as he lowered her to the bed, and her fingers clutched his hair in a tight-fisted grip as she moaned his name.
“Jones!” a harsh voice ripped Killian from the pleasures of his dream. He jolted awake, completely disoriented to find himself suddenly in glaring light instead of the soft glow of candles. The heat he felt was no longer a throbbing simmer inside him, but one that baked his skin. Instead of Emma’s soft curves beneath his fingertips, he felt instead rocky soil. At his back, the rough bark of a tree rubbed him instead of the light scratches of Emma’s fingernails.
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