“I’ve got an order for a hamburger with no pickles and no onions, chicken fingers, those two are sharing an order of fries, and a cobb salad.”
The bell over the door of the shop rang while Killian was handing over the tickets to Bart who grunted his agreement.
“I’ve also got a meatloaf special with mashed potatoes and green beans, and a chicken sandwich with onion rings,” he continued, knowing that Jim would manage the customer. “That sandwich is grilled, not fried, and they don’t want any sauces on it- no ketchup, mustard, or mayonnaise, got it?”
Another grunt. Killian could hear an argument at the door. He needed to check on that, but he also needed to get these last orders in, and Bart was too slammed to want to decipher his chicken-scratch orders.
“Last table ordered breakfast,” he said. “One blueberry short stack, one buttermilk short stack, one french toast, and one oatmeal. Scrambled eggs on all three from the grill, aye?”
This time it was a short, sharp nod, and Killian was able to turn to face the next challenge. It was supposed to have been the drinks for the three new tables, but instead it was the woman standing at his counter, dark eyes narrowed at him and blood-red lips pursed.
“Ms. Mills!” he said, hoping he sounded less horrified than he felt. “What brings you to the Jolly Roger? Can I offer you a table?”
“No, thank you Mr. Jones, I just-”
“Killian.”
Regina stopped and blinked, looking at him in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’ve asked you before to call me Killian, not Mr. Jones.”
“In which case, you should call me Regina. It seems like we should be on first name terms, considering.”
“Aye, as you like,” he said, thinking privately that it would be a cold day in hell before he called Emma’s mother by her first name. It would be like calling the Queen of England Lizzie to her face. “Can I make you a cup of coffee?”
Notes: Alright guys, there’s some drama and a little bit of romance in this car. I hope you enjoy it. A special thank you to @aerica13 who is my amazing beta and a godsend because I’m shit at editing my own work. Also a thank you to @shireness-says and @katie-dub for being my cheerleaders. I really appreciate you guys. Also a special thanks to @cssns and @drowned-dreamer for making my CS Supernatural Summer pretty epic. Kerry did an amazing job making me art for this story. Check it out below! It’s absolutely gorgeous and unfortunately the kiss in this chapter isn’t as romantic but we’ll get there. Summary: All of her life, Emma Swan has wanted to know who her parents were and why they abandoned her outside a police station in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. After the death of her partner, she finds has the means to do so and goes back to the place of her finding to discover the truth. When the trail runs cold, she has a break down and inadvertently summons a selkie named Killian. Emma isn’t looking for love, she’s looking for answers but unfortunately for her, he cannot return to the ocean until she feels happiness. Word Count: 4,300+ AO3: [LINK] Chapters:Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Epilogue Rating: T+
Killian surprisingly was a good research partner.
It wasn’t necessarily his actual research skills that were stellar but rather his ability to gain the assistance they needed. Where Emma had been met with stony faces and skeptical looks, Killian was greeted with smiles and batted eyelashes. The clerk at the Chilmark Town Office didn’t so much as look at Emma but rather focused all of her attention on him, tossing her hair over her shoulder and laughing at his remarks, even the ones that weren’t remotely funny.
Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com: Fic Round Up #1
Summer is the time to head to the theater to catch all the newest blockbusters. Or, you could save some money, stay home and munch on some popcorn while reading movie AUs of our favorite pirate and princess! Here is a list of all the fics so far in this little event:
@flslp87 gave us the following re-releases: The Beach House, an AU of The Lake House, The Promise an AU of the movie of the same name, and A Magical Match a movie mash-up of You’ve Got Mail, Superman, The Princess Bride, and Sleepless in Seattle.
And finally, @teamhook gave us Wild Within based on the movie Wolf, which was also featured in The Captain Swan Supernatural Summer.
Also from @onceuponaprincessworld is a great CS Movie AU Rec List that features both of my Captain Swan Is My Favorite Rom Com collections as well as other great works from the fandom, including another one from @dassala and the Sweet Home Alabama AU you’ve heard me go on and on about by @phiralovesloki .
Be on the look out today also for chapter two of my CS AU of Adventures in Babysitting! It’s already written and ready to go.
If anyone creates fic or art that is a movie au of our OTP, please tag it #csromcom18 even if something you did long ago. Also message me if I missed anything. Thanks everyone!
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!
Notes: this was without any doubt the hardest chapter that I ever had to write in my life. It was really challenging to find a way to properly deal with what was happening to the characters from the past and how those events affected Emma and Killian. I only hope that I succeeded in doing it well and that you enjoy this chapter. There will still be some unanswered questions, but they will be explained later on. Promise 🙂
The cool
crispness of the wind blowing in their faces was the first thing Emma and
Killian noticed before they took in their surroundings. There was an old,
secular building in front of them and there were children running around the
courtyard protected by a wooden palisade. There were mostly boys, dressed in
typical, old-fashioned Enchanted Forest clothes. Some seemed to be playing an
ancient form of soccer, while others were spinning a top near a water well.
“This
looks like some kind of playground,” Emma didn’t bother to whisper. They
remembered how this worked: no one could hear or see them. They were nothing
but spectators in these memories.
“Aye,
it’s a grammar school. See the monks over there?” Killian pointed at the
two men wearing traditional brown monk robes. “There is just one thing I
don’t understand. This is one of my mother’s memories, but as far as I recall, grammar
schools were exclusive to boys.”
“Not
this one. Look,” Killian followed Emma’s gaze and spotted a little girl
jumping from one of the wooden benches to join the boys chasing after a rag
ball. “Is that her?”
Killian focused
all his attention on the little girl with blonde curls who seemed desperate to be
given a chance to show her skills.
“Anne Cormac!” one of the monks yelled in the
distance, before making his way to the little girl in order to drag her away
from the boys.
“I
guess that answers your question,” Killian said, clenching his jaw at the
sight of the monk gripping his mother’s arm more harshly than necessary. It was
a shame he could not interfere with any of what he was witnessing, otherwise he
wouldn’t mind showing that bloody monk that was no way to treat a child.
Notes: this was without any doubt the hardest chapter that I ever had to write in my life. It was really challenging to find a way to properly deal with what was happening to the characters from the past and how those events affected Emma and Killian. I only hope that I succeeded in doing it well and that you enjoy this chapter. There will still be some unanswered questions, but they will be explained later on. Promise 🙂
The cool
crispness of the wind blowing in their faces was the first thing Emma and
Killian noticed before they took in their surroundings. There was an old,
secular building in front of them and there were children running around the
courtyard protected by a wooden palisade. There were mostly boys, dressed in
typical, old-fashioned Enchanted Forest clothes. Some seemed to be playing an
ancient form of soccer, while others were spinning a top near a water well.
“This
looks like some kind of playground,” Emma didn’t bother to whisper. They
remembered how this worked: no one could hear or see them. They were nothing
but spectators in these memories.
“Aye,
it’s a grammar school. See the monks over there?” Killian pointed at the
two men wearing traditional brown monk robes. “There is just one thing I
don’t understand. This is one of my mother’s memories, but as far as I recall, grammar
schools were exclusive to boys.”
“Not
this one. Look,” Killian followed Emma’s gaze and spotted a little girl
jumping from one of the wooden benches to join the boys chasing after a rag
ball. “Is that her?”
Killian focused
all his attention on the little girl with blonde curls who seemed desperate to be
given a chance to show her skills.
“Anne Cormac!” one of the monks yelled in the
distance, before making his way to the little girl in order to drag her away
from the boys.
“I
guess that answers your question,” Killian said, clenching his jaw at the
sight of the monk gripping his mother’s arm more harshly than necessary. It was
a shame he could not interfere with any of what he was witnessing, otherwise he
wouldn’t mind showing that bloody monk that was no way to treat a child.
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