Summary:Emma doesn’t remember much of her past, all she knows is she needs to get out of Misthaven. The mysterious group called the Industrialists continues to gain power and control since they overthrew the royal family over a decade ago. Out of options, Emma joins forces with a conman Killian and his partner Ruby in their plot to pass her off as the lost princess of Misthaven. But as they travel together and Killian and Ruby try to teach her how to be a princess, Emma begins to uncover hidden pieces of her past. When threats start closing in around them will she choose to escape to safety or risk everything to find her family and reveal a dangerous secret that could change history forever?
Rating: M
Story content warning: some descriptions of violence, slow burn
A massive thank you and a huge shout out to @prongsie who is an incredibly talented artist and brought this story to life!! You’ll see her artwork soon but go check out her blog, her work is stunning! And also thanks to my wonderful beta @csobsessed-21, from the beginning you were a kindred spirit and a helpful hand getting this story off the ground!!
I can’t believe it’s finally time to post this! This is the longest story I have written and its been a huge challenge and a ton of fun. Hope you all enjoy this as much as I have loved writing it!
Emma jumped as another crash sounded, this one louder than the others. It made the ancient walls of the castle tremble around them. She slowed her steps to stare as the flames in the gas lamps flickered and danced. All her life these thick walls and the towering halls had been her sanctuary. She had never imagined anything could change that. Again, screams and shouts echoed down the stone corridors growing closer.
@bucklesomeswashswan dives right in and brings us to Emma’s beginnings! You can feel the tension and the danger all around, with the obvious sense that forces are gathering around the Charming family. Can’t wait to see where this brings Emma when we see her next.
Emma could remember fingers tangled in her curls, the weight of a hand settling on the small of her back, a smile meant only for her eyes. To have a soft kiss pressed against her lips, tentative and sweet, to share each other’s breath. Emma knew what it was to have someone by her side until he’d been taken away.
She’s spent near to half her life watching the horizon line, waiting for the tides to bring back what the sea once claimed.
Killian looked down at his hands, stained crimson with his brother’s blood, before staring across the deck as the pirate ship left his shattered world in its wake, and wondered what they could possibly have stood to gain from his loss.
He’s lost everything, his family, his love, even his hand. The one thing he believes he can- no, will – get back is his ship.
If no one else would do anything, Henry certainly would. He was going to save his mother, and the way he saw it, there was only one person in the entirety of Fort Charles that could possibly help him. Someone who had nothing to lose but his life, and everything to gain.
He doesn’t know much about the world beyond the stories he reads, but he’s determined to save the person he loves most.
A Captain Swan story, based on Pirates of the Caribbean.
Rating: T
Content Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Minor Character Death
AN: I started to think this day wasn’t going to come, to be honest, and this story would be lost to the depths of my computer forever, but here it is. Thanks a bunch to my awesome beta, @huffleporg , for fixing my run on sentences and teaching me the difference between a lobotomy and trepanation. This story wouldn’t be the same without you. Endless gratitude to @prongsie , for stepping in at quite literally the last minute to provide gorgeous art that brought my words to life. Thanks to the Captain Swan Big Bang crew, for running this event and just generally being awesome, and most importantly, to those of you who choose to read my story. We wouldn’t be writers without someone to share our words with.
His mother used to tease him, with that same fond, loving smile she always wore for him and his brother. She would say that most young boys would still be asleep so early in the day, but he loved to follow her on her morning errands around the town, and he remembered her always indulging him – tangling her fingers with his as he walked with her through the garden, allowing him to hold onto her skirts as she stopped to visit at merchant stalls. He could easily recall her always being after him to wear his shoes. He had always been so eager to just go, that he rarely remembered on his own.
Come along with us on this swashbuckling adventure featuring an all-star cast of characters. In @hooksandblakes prologue, we meet Killian and Emma, who have backgrounds as different as can be. And yet, are they really that different after all?
(We’re counting down to the 2018 CSBB! Posting begins September 28!)
We’re so close to posting! This year there are 26 stories coming up for you from a host of amazing authors and artists. Here’s what you have to look forward to:
Meet Killian Jones. Attractive. Wealthy. Arrogant. He has it all… until he becomes aggressively unattractive outside as he is on the inside. Cursed to find someone that can see him better than he can see himself, he hides away, because who could ever learn to love a beast?
So I reblogged this post and said it needed to be a CS fic. @joneskillian then pretty much demanded *I* make it into said fic… so I did. None of this is even remotely beta’d and I am kinda just throwing it out there before I have a chance to second guess the whole thing, so I apologize for any mistakes!
Also shout out to @alexandralyman for coming up with a very hilarious quip used near the end (don’t wanna spoil it, but… she knows what it is!).
Anywho, hope you all enjoy!
It all starts with Emma walking into the guest house she rents from her brother and sister-in-law to find her ten-year-old son Henry playing with the neighborhood’s stray cat.
“What the hell, kid?” She mutters, eyeing the purring creature wearily as she kicks off her heels and chucks her keys on the kitchen counter.
Henry comes rushing up to her, brown eyes wide. “She followed me home from school, mom…” He rests his hands and chin on the counter, blinking up at her all innocent-like. “Can she stay?”
Emma’s immediate instinct is to give him a hard ‘hell no’ and chuck the cat right back outside. But then the scrawny thing comes trotting over, rubbing up against her son’s legs and meowing, her green eyes as wide as her son’s as she looks up at him, and Emma knows it’s already a lost cause.
“Yeah, fine…” She sighs and Henry whoops, reaching down to scoop the cat right up. “But you’re the one who’s telling your uncle and part of the vet bill to make sure this thing,” She points at the cat. “Isn’t infested with diseases is coming out of your allowance, got it?”
A/N: so @optomisticgirl discovered that there’s this stuff called Passion Dust that is basically glitter for your hoo-ha “to make sex more magical”. Obviously that’s ridiculous and unhealthy. So, obviously, CS had to get in on that. (But safely.)
A normal weeknight in the Swan-Jones household found Emma spread out over the sofa, scrolling on her phone, with her feet on Killian’s lap, who was reading a book on the other end. Dinner was put away and the house was quiet; it was their new normal, though life was still far from mundane.
At least, it had been quiet, until Emma came across something that was just so silly she couldn’t help but chuckle. And giggle. And then full-on laugh because it was so completely ridiculous.
“What’s so funny, love?” Killian finally asked; she looked past her phone to see that he’d set aside his book and had his attention on her, an amused smirk on his face.
“Look at this!” she blurted out as she sat up and scooted next to him, shoving her phone at him. She watched as he took in what was on the screen, his eyebrow raising in disbelief as he read.
“Surely, they can’t be serious,” he queried, giving her the incredulous side-eyed glance he gave her whenever he thought something in this realm was absurd.
“I mean, doctors say not to use them, but apparently people still do.”
“Just…” he started, then trailed off, shaking his head. “Glitter? Down there?”
“Apparently.” It was just one of those dumb things that popped up on Facebook, but evidently, someone was producing and marketing glitter-filled capsules for use during intimate times. Or, in other words: vaginal glitter bombs. “Haven’t these people ever had sex on the beach?” she added. “It’s gotta be like sand—it gets everywhere and it hurts.”
“Aye,” Killian agreed, wincing. “But sand at least washes out. Glitter…glitter stays with you.”
“Oh?” she asked, almost surprised. He sounded like he was speaking from experience. “And how would you know that?”
He blushed a bit, avoiding her gaze and scratching at that spot behind his ear. “There may have been an…incident in Neverland.”
“Oh, I’ve gotta hear this.”
He sighed, but she could tell it was more out of embarrassment than anything. “I’d bought a vial of what some charlatan was hawking as ‘pixie dust’ on an errand once; I thought it might amuse Tinkerbell. And it did. However, when we were…enjoying ourselves that night, one or the other of us may have been a bit too enthusiastic and the bottle toppled off the shelf. Right onto us.”
“I’m guessing it wasn’t actually pixie dust?”
“No, it was not. I’d imagine pixie dust would make you feel good.” She snorted at that; he didn’t realize the euphemism he’d made. He gave her that sideways glance again but continued on. “This…just went everywhere,” he said with disdain. “It fell right onto where we were, ah, joined, and floated around from there. It was in my chest hair for months and my balls sparkled for more than a year.”
“Aw, I bet you were so pretty,” she teased. “How did Tink fair?”
“Much the same, but without the balls.”
“I figured.” They both giggled, both at the story and at the ease with which they were able to talk about past encounters.
“And besides,” he continued, gesturing toward the insanity on her phone screen. “You and I certainly don’t need this contrived product to create magic in the bedroom, as it seems to be advertising. Not when all the magic we could ever need is already part of you, my love,” he concluded genuinely.
Now she was the one blushing, though that obviously wasn’t something new. But—it gave her an idea. “Hmm…what if we could do it without the mess?” she theorized.
He quirked an eyebrow curiously. “What are you thinking, Swan?”
“I’m thinking…” she started, then set her phone aside and slid her hand into the open V of Killian’s shirt. “…That I’d really like to see what you look like with glitter in your chest hair. And on your balls.”
“Only if I get to see you covered in it, too, darling.”
A Happy Ending Begins With Hope A Season 7 Canon Divergent
In Chapter 2, in the Enchanted Forest II/Wish Realm you’ll see a rescue, kidnappings, aging, de-aging and a curse. In Hyperion Heights, it’s awake, asleep, happy birthday and what the…….Coming Sunday, Aug 5
She isn’t aware of how close she’s gotten to Killian until she turns and can feel the heat emanating from him. Her breath catches and she hates herself a little bit for being unable to control it.
(Hates herself a little more when it becomes evident on his face that he’d noticed and can’t be bothered to hide it.)
“I, ah…suppose I should get to bed as well,” he says, smile verging on something akin to shyness as he reaches up to scratch behind his ear again.
“Me too,” she murmurs.
“Thank you for the ointment.”
“You’re welcome. Goodnight, Killian.” She steps back into the safety of her room and away from the uncertainty that resides beyond it.
He hesitates only a moment before following after her, reaching for her but not quite touching her. “Swan?”
“Yeah?”
Killian stares at her a second more, but instead of replying, he glances down and slips his hand into the pocket of his coat to produce something for her. Something that makes her stomach somersault thrice over – a sprig of bright blue Forget-Me-Nots.
“Goodnight, Emma,” he says, holding them out to her.
She takes them gingerly from his grasp, fingertips lightly brushing against his as her cheeks warm to the same rosey hue staining the tips of his ears. He turns then, casting a final glance in her direction before he rounds the corner at the end of the hall and leaves her standing there, flabbergasted, holding flowers she’s not quite sure what to do with. A dull, aching warmth pulls at her side, a feeling only overshadowed by the confused and conflicted feelings circling in her chest. He’s long gone by the time she gathers her bearings enough to close her door, and yet, somehow, he lingers.
A Happy Ending Begins With Hope A Season 7 Canon Divergent
Summary:Revenge, Kidnapping, Curses, and Redemption all revolve around an unlikely source…Hope.
In Season 2, one of the first conversations between our beloved Captain Swan was when they were preparing to climb the beanstalk. Captain Hook said to Emma “Whatever story you think you know, my dear” and then he went on to tell her that everything she thought was the truth about Jack and the Beanstalk was wrong. Season 7 of Once just made me mad and sad and many people would say, “well, without Emma what else can they do….” I decided to see if that was true. Could I come up with a story that would have made me watch Season 7 AND use the same parameters that Adam and Eddy were stuck with?
Total Chapters – 7 and I’m planning on finishing this week. My gifs will give you an idea of whose stories I’m diverging from their story during the season. Any questions, concerns, ask away.
Occurs immediately after the EQ cast the curse sending those from the Enchanted Forest to the Land Without Magic.
Wish Realm
WHook arrived at the docks to find his crew lounging around like the vermin they were, and with a loud bang woke them all. “Get up, you filthy bilge rats. Playtime’s over.”
They slowly roused, giving him enough attention for him to order, “I need the Jolly Roger ship shape before we set sail. You have an hour.“
“But, WCaptain,” Smee interrupted, “you haven’t even told us where we’re going yet."
"We,” WHook boasted, “are going to the land without magic, Mr Smee. Once the WEvil Queen casts her curse, I will finally get my chance to exact revenge on the Dark One."
"Actually,” the WEvil Queen sauntered across the dock, “no one’s going to be going anywhere. And neither will I,” she finished dejectedly, moving closer to where he was standing.
“Your majesty,” WHook gave her a confused look, “shouldn’t you be casting your curse?"
"Well, I would be,” she began, “if that insipid WSnow White and her WCharmless Prince hadn’t stopped me."
I am reblogging with my own comment to add that I had the pleasure of reading part of this fic already. If you are an OUAT fan who was willing to give season 7 a try even without Emma, but ended up disappointed in how the Wish Hook storyline was handled, I highly recommend this story. Wish Hook is still present, but he interacts with a very special character that I am sure CS fans will enjoy 🙂
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