After weeks of anxiously waiting my turn, I’m finally able to share my contribution to the Captain Swan Little Bang! This was my first time participating and I have to say that this was such a wonderful learning experience for me and I enjoyed this collaborative effort immensely!
Thank you @hookedonapirate for being a wonderful beta reader! I appreciate all of your suggestions and input along the way, helping rein in my sometimes rambling free-written drafts and in choosing what portions to cut so this would come in under the word count!
Thank you @fairytalesandtimetravel for the amazing piece of artwork that accompanies this story! I love how it has Emma and Killian embracing each other in the shadow of the Evil Queen – daunted but ready to face her together.
I also want to thank everyone involved with the @captainswanbigbang for putting this all together! There is just so much talent in this fandom and I’m honored to be a part of it!
So, here is Something Borrowed, Something Blue. Something’s Cursed – What Else is New?
Staring at herself in the full length cheval mirror set up in Regina’s office, Emma still couldn’t shake her somewhat dumbfounded sensation from realizing that this day had finally come. After weeks of delays and postponements, her wedding day was finally here.
Her wedding day.
Weeks of planning, worrying, fantasizing and,yes, changing every detail of the ceremony, were coming together at last, and Emma was fiercely determined that this would finally come to fruition. They’d already had to cancel once and had agreed to downsize – much to her mother’s chagrin. Now the plan was just a simple, civil ceremony in Storybrooke Town Hall, which both Regina and Zelena had assisted in fortifying with a protection spell barrier. The Evil Queen and her cohorts were not going to spoil this day.
But something was still nagging at Emma as she stood there contemplating her reflection and admiring the delicate snowy white lace dress with its tea length sweeping skirt. The lovely sweetheart neckline was revealing enough to ensure she’d have her soon to be husband’s full attention, yet demure enough to suit a princess.
“Emma, honey, you look absolutely beautiful!” her mother exclaimed. Emma had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even noticed her mother standing next to her.
“Thanks, Mom,” Emma said with a weak smile and a subtle shake of her head. “Something just doesn’t feel right though…”
“Oh, Emma – you’re not getting cold feet, are you?” Snow wondered.
“Oh, god no!” Emma replied, unable to fathom why her mother would ask that question. “How can you even think that?”
“Are you worried about the ceremony getting interrupted by the Evil Queen?” Snow thought that perhaps the fear of history repeating itself had her daughter on edge.
“Of course I’m worried, but I’ve been worried about her since the first moment we knew she was back, and I am not letting her delay my wedding again. It’s just this dress…”
“The dress is stunning. You look amazing, my dear!” Emma knew Snow was doing the best to encourage her, but it wasn’t helping.
“It’s just not quite right. I can’t really put my finger on it, but…oh, I don’t know…” Emma tugged at the skirt with a scowl on her face. It was a beautiful dress, but… “Regina, help me out here.”
“It is a lovely dress,” Regina spoke up without moving from her desk chair. “But I have to agree – something is missing.”
“Thank you,” Emma replied, running her hands over her hips to smooth out the lace. “I just can’t quite figure out what that is…”
“Maybe it’s just the dress itself,” Regina stated. “Here…”
With the slightest wave of her fingers, Regina transformed Emma’s wedding gown into a magical masterpiece. The lace was replaced with iridescent chiffon that reflected every color of the spectrum like a fairy’s wings. Layers of shimmering organza overlapped to fill out the skirt, like petals of an upside down tulip. The bodice, draped across her bosom and shoulders, dripped with sparkling jewels that looked like shiny dewdrops against the fabric. It was truly the fairytale gown that every little girl saw in her dreams, and the regal look was completed with a delicate crystal tiara that sat atop Emma’s upswept, pale blonde locks.
Emma stands at the kitchen window and sips her coffee while she watches Killian and her father work in the backyard. A large old maple tree fell during a terrible windstorm last week, and while she’s grateful that it spared their house, she’s heartbroken about its loss. She will miss the beautiful deep red of its leaves in autumn and the shade it provided, allowing the violets that grew beneath its branches to thrive.
It was hard work cleaning up the mess, they’ll have plenty of firewood this winter she thinks to herself. She helped to clear away the brush and rake up the debris while her boys chopped and hacked and cut up the rest. They will call someone to grind the stump, it’s a bigger job than they feel equipped to handle. She smiles as she watches them joke and laugh and high-five each other, feeling so lucky to have these two fine men in her life.
It looks like they’ve finished and she meets them at the back door, surveying the landscape now neat and nearly back to where it once was.
‘Hey, nice work men!’ She exclaims sliding her arm around Killian’s waist then she looks at her father
‘Come in and have some coffee and a bite to eat, Dad.’
‘No, no, I’m filthy and your mother has already called to ask when I’ll be home,’ he gives her a sweaty kiss on the cheek, ‘let’s get together for dinner later this week,’ he replies and smiles at her with fatherly adoration. He pats Killian’s shoulder and kisses him on the cheek as well and winks at him, then turns and heads for his truck.
‘Thank you again, David’ Killian says grinning, Emma rolls her eyes and laughs at them both.
Killian grimaces, rotating his right shoulder and stretching his hand a little as he watches David walk away. They stand at the kitchen counter eating the cheese and fruit she prepared as a snack, while they discuss getting estimates from a tree service. Emma promises to make some phone calls tomorrow.
‘I’m going to take a shower now, love,’ he says and gives her a light peck on the lips then heads to the bathroom.
Ice dancing duo Killian Jones and Elsa Frost barely made the cut for the PyeongChang Olympics after a disaster at the World Championships that left them without a coach. Enter Emma ‘The Saviour’ Swan, their new coach who might just help to add a little magic to their routines.
AKA a Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir AU, with a twist.
The wonderful @welllpthisishappening Master of the Sports AU told me that she had a prompt for a Virtue and Moir AU and I had the thought “shame they’re just great friends”. Somehow this idea was born and Laura and @distant-rose told me to “WRITE THE THING” and here we are. Thanks ladies for enabling me and giving this a once over. All mistakes are very much mine.
#FrostJones
A Song of Fire and Ice: The bumpy road to PyeongChang for America’s ice dancing duo Frost and Jones
Eyebrows were raised when fiery Killian Jones, who missed out on the Sochi Olympics due to the infamous attack that left his former partner (both on and off the ice) dead and his hand gravely wounded, teamed up with solo figure skating champion Elsa Frost, whose icy characterisation and flawless technique earned her the title of Ice Queen. The unlikely pairing narrowly qualified for the Olympics after a disastrous performance at the 2017 World Championships left them with barely enough points to make the cut. That event also saw them part ways with their coach, Leroy “Grumpy” Short, following a rumoured face off between him and Jones. With less than a year to go to get medal-ready, in stepped Emma “The Saviour” Swan, who has a reputation for rejuvenating the careers of failing figure skaters. Here’s hoping The Saviour has worked her magic on Team USA’s ice dance duo, who are merely hoping for a place on the podium, while Virtue and Moir…
Killian flung aside the newspaper, scowling. He really didn’t need to read more about the bloody Canadians who were certain to beat them to the gold, not least of all in a piece that was meant to be about his “road to the Olympics”.
But then life happens and they kind of need each other and maybe that sentence means a lot more than either one of them are willing to admit at first. Or ever. So they keep skating and, sometimes, winning and, always, ignoring the questions. There are a lot of questions.
Because how could two people have so much chemistry on the ice when they’re just partners?
Rating: That upper teen again. There is a lot of swearing in ice dancing. Word Count: About 12K total because, lolz, words, but only about 5K’ish in chapter one. AN: I continue to have no chill whatsoever about the Olympics and I said I wasn’t going to write a skating fic because, as I told my husband, “it’s too obvious, I want to write about the random sports.” But then you guys were awesome and my brain was like write it, so here we are. A huge thank you to the people who sent me messages and were also like write it, because that is honestly the nicest. That, naturally, includes @katie-dub & @distant-rose. Also on Ao3 & chapter two here because, uh, it’s a lot of words.
“It’s fine.”
“Yuh huh.”
“It is fine.”
“Say it one more time.”
Emma scowls, narrowing her eyes, but Elsa doesn’t back down and she didn’t really expect her to because the word fine has, at some indeterminate point, stopped really meaning anything and she kind of feels like a broken record.
captain swan figure skating AU. I started plotting this years ago, but the Olympics paired with the discovery of Hubbell and Donohue finally gave me the push to finish it. I know I’m not the only one who’s done this, but I spent the last week consumed by this and had to let it out.
11k | rated PG, but coarse language | AO3 coming soon
2018
Emma had to catch her breath, not for the first time this week. She was here—really here! All around her was the din of the crowd speaking countless languages, the chill air of the rink, and that iconic five-ringed logo. As she stared at it where it was painted at center ice, she pinched herself through her bejeweled costume.
The dream had finally come true. She was competing in the Olympics. This wasn’t even the first time she’d taken the ice here—the third occasion out of three, actually—but there was some truth to the saying “saving the best for last”—or at least, the most important. They were minutes away from taking the ice in the pairs’ free skate competition, sitting in second place with the gold medal easily within grasp.
It was hard to believe that not even two years ago, there was a moment when this all seemed impossibly out of reach. But honestly, that made this all the sweeter, and she wouldn’t have it any other way, or with any other partner at her side.
2016
“Bastard!” Emma shouted, slamming her hand against the locker. “That no-good, fucking bastard!”
“Emma, calm down.”
“How am I supposed to calm down? How can he do this, on the day we’re supposed to start training again?”
A text. That was all she’d gotten from Neal to let her know that it was over. They’d skated together for 7 years, won two US championships, and just finished 4th at Worlds. They were already a favorite to medal at the PyeongChang Olympics, even if that was a couple years away.
But just like that, he leaves her for another skater, Tamara something-or-other. Saying that he’s “only thinking of his future” or some bullshit.
“This is bullshit!”
What no one else knew was that he wasn’t just leaving her as a skating partner; he was leaving her altogether. They’d kept their romance on the down-low, even from Ingrid, their coach; so this was a double crowbar to both knees.
“Emma, we’ll figure it out.” How Ingrid could keep her cool right now, Emma couldn’t understand, but she supposed that was why some called the woman “the Snow Queen.”
Unable to deal with the rage-fueled adrenaline coursing through her body, Emma stormed out of the locker room toward the ice. (Of course she already had her skates on by the time he bothered to text.) She barely registered Ingrid’s shouts of “Emma, wait! Be careful! You could hurt yourself!” as she took to the fresh, frozen plane.
After a few warmup laps at breakneck speeds, she did a few spins before heading into jumps; that was usually how she worked off anger. First, a couple axels, then into toe loops; she nailed a few doubles before she realized she was being watched. She and Neal weren’t the only ones who trained in Storybrooke, but she’d never seen this dark-haired guy here before. Whatever. Let him watch.
She continued on through salchows and flips before working on her loops. After landing a particularly nice one, the stranger began to applaud. She rolled her eyes and huffed.
“Trying to practice here.”
“I see that, love. And doing quite well you are.”
She glanced over at the man, registering the familiar accent and not sure how she didn’t recognize him in the first place: Killian Jones, the poster boy of figure skating. It was said that no one could resist his combination of blue eyes, scruff, and skating skills.
But Emma just gagged. Ugh. He was the last person she wanted to see today.
The heroes come across an important clue that brings them closer to Calypso. In Boston and Enchanted Forest flashbacks, a young Emma struggles to accept herself while Anne and Davy Jones reunite and make plans for the future (EMMA CENTRIC).
Many, many THANKS to @captainswan4e for providing me with a translation to Greek that I used in this chapter. Thank you!
Storybrooke – Present Day
Killian was
vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beneath him, but it was only when he
felt Emma’s lips brushing against his jaw that he forced his eyes open. Their
bedroom was still dark, the dawning sun barely seeping through the blinds. Any
sleepiness he could still be feeling left him the minute Emma slid her silky
body on top of his. A growl escaped his lips at the warm, moist feeling of
Emma’s tongue on his neck.
Bloody
hell.
He loved
when his Swan woke up hungry for him. There was no better way to start the day.
“Wanna do
it?” she chuckled into his mouth in between sloppy kisses. He didn’t say a
word, wrapping his left arm around her instead and letting his stump caress her
back in slow, small circles. When would he ever not want to do it?
She skimmed
her hands up the planes of his chest, curling her fingers around his white
t-shirt, but stopped once his hand slipped under her tank top and cupped her
breast. His hand was colder than usual, but the way his fingers started teasing
her nipple had her body heating up.
Damn.
She loved
how much her pirate loved her breasts.
Giving up
on trying to get him off his t-shirt, Emma let her hands wander down and began
toying with the waistband of his sleeping pants. He captured her lips in a
sultry kiss when she pulled his pants down and took him in her hand. No
teasing. No games. Just a desperate need to have him.
The heroes come across an important clue that brings them closer to Calypso. In Boston and Enchanted Forest flashbacks, a young Emma struggles to accept herself while Anne and Davy Jones reunite and make plans for the future (EMMA CENTRIC).
Many, many THANKS to @captainswan4e for providing me with a translation to Greek that I used in this chapter. Thank you!
Storybrooke – Present Day
Killian was
vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beneath him, but it was only when he
felt Emma’s lips brushing against his jaw that he forced his eyes open. Their
bedroom was still dark, the dawning sun barely seeping through the blinds. Any
sleepiness he could still be feeling left him the minute Emma slid her silky
body on top of his. A growl escaped his lips at the warm, moist feeling of
Emma’s tongue on his neck.
Bloody
hell.
He loved
when his Swan woke up hungry for him. There was no better way to start the day.
“Wanna do
it?” she chuckled into his mouth in between sloppy kisses. He didn’t say a
word, wrapping his left arm around her instead and letting his stump caress her
back in slow, small circles. When would he ever not want to do it?
She skimmed
her hands up the planes of his chest, curling her fingers around his white
t-shirt, but stopped once his hand slipped under her tank top and cupped her
breast. His hand was colder than usual, but the way his fingers started teasing
her nipple had her body heating up.
Damn.
She loved
how much her pirate loved her breasts.
Giving up
on trying to get him off his t-shirt, Emma let her hands wander down and began
toying with the waistband of his sleeping pants. He captured her lips in a
sultry kiss when she pulled his pants down and took him in her hand. No
teasing. No games. Just a desperate need to have him.
Happy Birthday, @saraswans !!! This is my little gift for you on your special day. I’d have loved to write you a worthwhile story, but my inspiration decided to take a break today. I’d like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude for your continued support and encouragement, thank you for believing in me, whatever the crazy idea that crosses my mind. You’re the best. I love you 🙂
The Day After Valentine’s Day
Emma Swan and Killian Jones are co-workers and best friends. Well, Killian is Emma’s second favorite person, after her son. It also happens that they have become friends with benefits since a few weeks ago, that is, they share a bed from time to time. But they are not dating, nor celebrate together Valentine’s Day. Nope.
For that reason, when Killian subtly suggests going out to dinner together on Valentine’s Day, Emma goes into walls up mode, because no, they are not dating.
“I’m not going out with you today, Jones. I have responsibilities waiting for me at home.” “I also have responsibilities waiting for me at home, but it’s just a dinner.” “Are you comparing my son to your cat?”
Even so, Emma is not surprised when the next evening Killian shows up at her apartment accompanied by Hook, his cat. That bastard… he knows how to play his cards because the truth is that both she and Henry have a penchant for that little kitten — Maybe Henry and his love for fairy tales have something to do with the name of the animal.
But Killian Jones not only uses his kitten to finish winning her heart, he makes sure that his puppy eyes match his pet’s and he also brings the dessert — of chocolate, of course.
Later that day, when Henry falls asleep on the couch with Hook in his lap after a Netflix session, and when Killian carries him to his bedroom, Emma thinks that maybe, just maybe, it’s not such a bad idea to start dating with your second favorite person.
“What do you say, Swan, could we make this a tradition?” “You bringing me chocolate the day after Valentine’s Day? I wouldn’t say no.” “In addition to that, we join our respective responsibilities and celebrate the day after Valentine’s Day together.”
When the Evil Queen twists the Genie’s Wish to send Emma away from Storybrooke, Hook and David find a way to follow her to a Realm created by the Genie’s magic. There, they encounter alternate versions of themselves, which force them to do some soul-searching of their own. This is a canon-divergence fic of the Season 6 Wish Realm episodes. This story is for you if you enjoy Captain Charming & Captain Swan.
Written for the Captain Swan Little Bang, 2018. A thousand thanks to my beta, @honeybadgerhook, for her excellent editing job and for making the story flow better. @clockadile (art) has created an incredible art-piece and @just-be-magnificent has made a fantastic gif-set for this story. They cheered me on to finish the story and helped with editing as well. Please check out their blogs and their artwork (Art & Gifset). Header is the swoon-worthy artwork by @clockadile, animated by @just-be-magnificent. Thanks to the Big Bang mods who have done an excellent job organizing and running this event! Hope you enjoy!
“Genie of Agrabah,” declaimed the Evil Queen. “I wish…that Emma Swan’s wish to have never been the Savior…be granted.”
And with a wave of Aladdin’s hand, Emma Swan abruptly vanished from sight.
The board was set, and the chess pieces assembled: Regina, Hook, David, and poor Aladdin—the genie of the Lamp—stood horror-struck. One invaluable piece had just been knocked off the board by the Evil Queen.
Emma Swan is forging a devious plan to save the sanity of her best friend, Mary Margaret, or at least to stop her form quoting those stupid swashbuckling pirate tales. The core of her plan is to hunt down and neutralize the internet famous writer, dashingpiratecaptain aka Killian Jones. But soon her ideas go down the drain, because she certainly hasn’t counted on developing feelings for the man whose entire writing career she is about to destroy.
I’m very excited to share the art I created for Niki as part of the Captain Swan Little Bang from @captainswanbigbang!
As you can see from my aesthetics the fic has got a lovely summer vibe, which will hopefully chase away the winter blues for all of you suffering in the bitter cold! Please go show Niki’s fic some love, she worked very hard on it ☺️
(Post will be edited to include links to her fic as soon as it’s live!)
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