Happy birthday, @xemmaloveskillianx!! A couple weeks ago, we were discussing this very topic and I realized what better way to celebrate your birthday than writing it for you! It’s fluffy and of course has a bit of a dramatic moment from our favorite pirate, and I hope you love it (also, the timing of it is pure coincidence because I had planned to write it for you before you went and did it yourself yesterday!).
This is unbeta’d, so I apologize for any mistakes!
Summary: Killian’s always been artistically inclined and is something he has passed on to Hope.
He’d had an artistic sort of inclination for as long as he could remember. He could still recall the scraps of paper and bits of charcoal his mother would let him use while she would try and figure out something for supper for him and his brother. That same brother, a handful of years later, stowing away as much parchment as he could so Killian could have something to do besides drink between the grueling hours of slave labor.
It was a small measure to pass the time in Neverland, what little he could actually gauge of time in a place where it didn’t really exist. It even got to a point where almost every inch of his cabin was covered in sketches of all manner of things and people he couldn’t seem to get out of his thoughts during the many sleepless nights only an orphan could know in that accursed land. They’d eventually ended up destroyed in a drunken rage, his hook shredding everything from the likenesses of Liam, Milah, and Bae, to the dark depictions of severed hands and blood-thirsty crocodiles. Still, no amount of rum or anger could keep the itch to sketch it all over again as the centuries trickled by.
Even in the chaos that been much of his life since returning from Neverland for what he had then considered the final time, Killian still had found time here and there to keep the habit alive. Emma had come to cherish the portraits he had done of her before they’d gotten together, and after, as well as the ones of her family and their friends and their not-so-sleepy town in Maine. She stoked his passion in every part of his life, and his art was no exception.
And it was becoming more evident that said passion and inclination for art had passed onto the next in the Jones line. Hope Swan-Jones gravitated towards pencils and paper in much the same way he had as a lad. Her young life was a far cry from the hard one he had managed to scrape his through all those centuries before, but it seemed her desire to get things down in sketches was just as prevalent.
summary: Emma Swan has a stressful job and a demanding family, and sometimes she just needs to unwind. Killian Jones is always willing to help out when he gets a distress call.
Emma Swan nods a thanks when the
waitress places her order in front of her. Exhaling slowly, she can
already feel a bit of the tension dissolve and seep from her
shoulders, trickle out of her mind. She closes her eyes and blends
out the cacophony of sounds in the dimly lit bar. A vague whiff of
air brushing her skin and a familiar smell indicate that someone has
slipped into the booth beside her.
“Hello, beautiful,” says a low
accented voice.
With her eyes still closed, she smiles
and pushes one of the two tumblers over to the newcomer before she
finally turns to look at him. “Jones,” she greets back and
reaches for her own drink, “pleasure.”
He smirks. “That you can count on.”
She snorts a little laugh and raises
her glass to him. “I hope so.”
He tilts his head and touches his
tumbler to hers with a soft, clinking sound. They both take a sip,
and their stares lock across their glasses. Suddenly Emma finds the
temperature in the room has risen a few degrees; not that this is a
surprise to her – that’s what Killian Jones does. That’s why she’s
meeting him here regularly. She hums as the spiced dark rum warms her
throat, leaving that familiar sharp sweetness on her tongue. Raising
an eyebrow at her sound, he puts down his glass and slowly runs his
tongue across his full bottom lip, a move that’s always bound to glue
her gaze to his mouth, and he knows it.
“So,” he finally drawls, “how… urgent is it?” The minute pause and the emphasis on the word urgent charge the air between them. Emma feels a blush rise in
her cheeks and is very grateful for the dim lights.
Emma wakes to soft whimpers, little sounds that are precursors to one of Hope’s middle-of-the-night crying jags. A sigh escapes her lips but before she can throw the covers off her legs to climb out of bed, a soft whisper fills the room. “Hush now, little love. Let’s not wake your mother.”
A reach behind Emma proves that her wonderful husband had gotten up at the first sign of Hope’s fussiness. Her heart bursting with love, she blinks her eyes open. Killian lifts Hope out of the bassinet and settles in the rocking chair with her, tenderly singing her a lullaby. To Emma’s surprise, he’s not singing his usual Enchanted Forest tune. No, this time, it’s The Beatles’ “Penny Lane,” a song Emma isn’t even aware he knew.
Little Hope soon drifts back to sleep, comforted by her father’s soft voice. And though Hope has stopped fussing, Killian continues to sing and continues to hold her, smiling down at her perfect little face with all the love he has in his heart.
He runs through the song twice. Only then does he chance standing up and settling Hope back in the bassinet. He stands at the bassinet for a long moment before swiping his fingers across Hope’s little forehead. “Sleep well, little love,” he murmurs.
Only when he turns around does he realize Emma has been watching him. He scratches at his ear, turning a sheepish smile on his wife. “Apologies if we woke you, love. I was trying to let you sleep.”
“It’s perfectly all right,” Emma assures him, her heart lighter than air. God, how did she get so lucky? “You’re wonderful with her. Though, I do have one bone to pick with you.”
“Aye?”
“When the hell did you learn a Beatles song?”
Killian chuckles, climbs back into bed and wraps his arm around her, settling her down with him. “I believe the gentleman on the radio in the Bug called it an ‘oldie.’“
That doesn’t exactly answer her question but it’s oh-dark-hundred and Emma’s too tired to belabor the point. “Mmm. Know any more secret lullabies?”
“Perhaps one or two.”
And know them he does, for Emma drifts back to sleep with the strains of Elvis’ “Can’t Help Falling In Love” murmured into her ear in a soft, accented voice.
Killian let
his body sink into the fluffy cushions of the brown couch. He was a reformed
pirate, but spending an entire day spoiling his five-year-old daughter always
drained the energy out of him. Hope had grown to be a little spitfire, just
like her mother (who was also keen on draining the energy out of him, albeit in
rather different ways). They had spent most of the morning on a treasure hunt
on the docks that he had prepared for her. His little love could have mommy’s
restlessness, but her aptness to find hidden treasure? That was all his.
Lunch had been
the usual hurried affair, with Hope barely chewing the food in her mouth so as
not to waste more of her playing time. Killian and Emma always demanded she sit
and stood still during meals, but the way she occasionally swallowed her food
whole was something they had little control over.
The minute
Killian started doing the dishes, Hope rushed out the door and went straight to
the shed to get her wooden sword. Her sweet request for daddy to join her put a
smile on Killian’s lips as he placed the clean dishes on the dish rack. His
legs were beginning to ache from the treasure hunt, but he ignored the faint tinge
of pain and joined her outside. Everything for his little love. Sword fighting
with him had always been one of Hope’s favorite hobbies, he wouldn’t disappoint
her by telling her daddy was too tired. Perhaps he should be stricter with her
and not spoil her so much. His frequent inability to say ‘no’ to his daughter had
been the source of some arguments between him and Emma over the years, but he
was getting better at it. He was starting to realize that, in order to be a
good father, he couldn’t let Hope do everything she wished all the time. But not
with sword fighting. That would always be the one thing he would never be able
to say “no” to. If Emma was there, she would probably laugh and shake
her head, but it wasn’t like Hope didn’t have his wife wrapped around her little
finger either.
Hello CS shippers! We invite you to fall for our beloved ship again and help keep the fandom alive!
If you enjoy writing for Captain Swan and wish for the fandom to continue long after the series finale, then please help us spread the word and join us to fall for Captain Swan over and over again. Stories will be posted in October to kick off up the Autumn season. Read below for more information.
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Since all of our authors will be posting in the Fall, themes such as College AUs, Football or Halloween are encouraged but not required. You can write any setting you’d like involving Captain Swan.
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They stare at each other, Hope’s too-blue eyes bright and curious, while Emma’s own gaze is pensive and uncertain. The bonnet might be overkill, she thinks, but despite its ruffles, it does match the dress.
“You look like a cupcake,” she says, taking in the entire ensemble again.
(Yeah, definitely overkill.)
Hope merely smiles at that — well, smiles as best she can with her fingers shoved into her mouth — and coos at Emma, kicking her feet on the changing table as her other hand reaches out to curl around a lock of hair that’s fallen over her mother’s shoulder.
Emma winces at the sharp tug that follows, then carefully pries tiny, chubby fingers loose. Hope’s hand grasps at one of Emma’s fingers instead and this time Emma grins, leaning down further to kiss at her daughter’s hand.
So I was chatting with @artistic-writer and she had a great idea about turning my CS movie au series into a fandom wide event. I thought that sounded fun, so here we go!
How it will work: In short, this is gonna be low-key. It will be similar to the OUAT fandom crescendo. Write a CS fic that’s a movie AU, post it, and tag it #csromcom18 (because that’s simpler than the longer title above). Also tag me, @searchingwardrobes and I’ll reblog your story and keep a running list. At the end of the summer, I’ll post a master list. Also reblog each other’s stories and flail over them 🙂
Length of event: Memorial Day to Labor Day
Prompts: I counted them up, and last year I got 42 prompts for movie AUs! And that doesn’t count the ones I actually wrote and the ones I plan on doing this summer. So each week, I’ll post a few prompts. These are totally optional. There only purpose is to give ya’ll ideas. Also, this is a HUGE fandom. Chances are, someone has already written some of these. So can we all agree to be kind to one another and realize that people can have different takes on the same idea? And also know I’m not perfect and can’t possibly have read everything that’s out there.
Fic lengths: One shots or MCs, it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t limit myself last year, so I’m not even going to try!
Re-releases: Having said the above, if you’ve already written some movie AUs, re-release them using the tag. (poking @phiralovesloki and @pocket-anon )
Artists: Ya’ll are welcome too! Whether it’s movie poster manips or movie promo au vids, post ‘em and tag ‘em!
I hope everyone is excited about a Captain Swan blockbuster summer! I would appreciate signal boosts! Tagging my CS rom com peeps from last summer:
yeah this continued… i ain’t stopping it though because i want to cry every time i see the gif of emma and killian looking down at their daughter and just sighing in ultimate contentment.
Emma had gone into labor early in the morning, waking him up
at 5 so he could hold her hand through the earlier contractions and he could
alternate between panic and comfort in the normal way of a soon-to-be-father.
She’d held off on the predicted cursing until they’d gotten to the hospital
hours later.
Their family waited in the suitably-named waiting room—Snow
and David, Henry and his family—while Killian stood by Emma’s side.
Hope had come mid-afternoon with an almighty screech and a
flash of light. Once the attendants wiped her off and weighed all six pounds
and four ounces of her, they had all but shoved Hope in Emma’s arms as the
hospital erupted in chaos since most of the lightbulbs on the floor had seen
fit to flash in unison for thirty seconds.
Emma had murmured about the electronic malfunction as they
stared down at their baby girl, but Killian didn’t care that his daughter had
magic and they were in for an interesting
time as she got older. Hope Swan Jones had quieted the moment her blue eyes
connected with Emma’s, and it was okay.
Their baby girl was here.
She was beautiful.
Blonde and blue-eyed, so small but so strong, and the spitting image of his
love. Emma gazed down at the baby with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen,
and he’d never loved her more than in that moment.
Emma had managed to stay awake for two hours after Hope’s
birth, long enough for the rest of their family to come in and gawk at the
baby, give their congratulations, and leave once Killian started glaring. Emma needed
sleep, and Hope was still considering whether sleep, wailing, or eating was the
best course of action. So the rest of the Charmings had to go.
Hope, the little darling, had chosen sleep like the sensible
little thing she already was. Killian stroked his fingers through her smidgen
of hair, kissed her forehead, desperately and silently pleaded with her not to
wake up.
His family. They
were a family now, him and Emma and Hope.
“I love you, little one,” Killian whispered.
It was the first time he’d been able to speak in hours. His voice
was slightly hoarse from talking basically nonstop from 5 AM, trying to calm
Emma and her last remaining frantic I-don’t-know-how-to-be-a-mother nerves
down. Or screaming at the doctors whenever he felt like it. It was a miracle
they hadn’t thrown him to the waiting room.
“Your mother and I love you so much,” he murmured. “We’ve
waited for you for a long time, you know. Were afraid you wouldn’t be coming
along at all, after a while. But then there you were. Kicking away at your
mother and preventing her from setting foot on the ship for months. But you’ll love sailing, little
one. I’ll take you out on the water—” Hope opened her eyes and Killian just
stared at the bright blue.
“Converting her into a pirate already?” Emma murmured from
the bed. Killian glanced up at her, watched as she stretched and reached out
her hand for him.
“You’ll be doing that, love. Always a little bit of the
pirate in you, remember?”
Emma smiled ruefully. “I suppose that statement turned out a
little more literal than you thought.”
Killian grinned and stood carefully, taking the two steps
over to the hospital bed to sit down at Emma’s side. “Couldn’t have wished for
anything less, Swan.”
“How is she?” Emma moved the blanket aside, just enough to
see her face. “She’s got your ears,” she noted with no small amount of glee.
Hope really did have his ears, Killian noticed. Emma had been predicting them
for the full length of her pregnancy, just as he’d been predicting the hair
color.
“She’s beautiful,”
Killian murmured, placing her in Emma’s waiting arms. Hope’s little hand
clenched and released, and one of the lights in the room flickered.
Emma sighed, trying not to smile. Killian didn’t stop his
grin. “She is perfect,” Emma whispered.
And, Killian thought as Emma leaned down to kiss the baby’s
forehead, she was hope.
After confronting his mother, Hook is ready to do whatever it takes to find the truth about his family in what could lead to a striking clash with his biggest foe, Rumplestiltskin. In Enchanted Forest flashbacks, Nereus and Doris make an important decision regarding Calypso’s fate.
Huge thank you to the wonderful @cshappybeginning for the amazing poster she’s created for this fic!
Notes: there is not a whole lot of CS in this one, but this is a very important chapter with some major clues to what happened/will happen. There is also a bit of Greek mythology 🙂
Storybrooke – Present Day
I am Killian’s mother.
The words haunted
Killian as he took a step back from Morgana. He struggled to remember where he
was as a cold shiver ran down his body. His staring eyes were fixed on
Morgana’s back and he could hear nothing but the distant, muffled buzz in his
ears.
I am Killian’s mother.
Images of
Emma pointing the Fragarach at his throat in the Enchanted Forest flooded his
mind. He knew how the sword’s magical power had not allowed him to lie. He had
been forced to tell Emma the truth. Just like Morgana now.
She
couldn’t be lying. She was his
mother.
The
daunting realization had his stomach in knots, churning and tumbling as if he
were sailing through bumpy waters once more.
No, it
couldn’t be. She couldn’t –
How.
He was
vaguely aware of Morgana’s body turning around to face him, surprise swirling
in her eyes as her mouth gaped open. He wasn’t aware of how much time passed
until her lips started moving, no words ever reaching his ears. He only
remembered Emma was there when he felt the touch of her hand on him, rubbing
soothing circles on his back.
“Killian,”
Morgana’s shaky whisper was the first thing he registered once the reminder
that Emma was by his side snapped him out of his puzzlement. He didn’t have to
do this alone, Emma was right there.
“Killian,”
Morgana – or Anne – repeated, a wide smile on her face as a single tear ran
down her cheek. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you who I was, but I was
afraid.”
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