cshistfic

[cshistfic]

What a dramatic chapter! With Henry’s arrival, and Liam finding out.. not to mention, that stinger you left this chapter on. I’m glad we got some Emma and Anna bonding in the middle to break it up!

Anxiously awaiting the last chapter, @searchingwardrobes !

She Dreams in Color: 5/6

Are you ready to meet Emma and Killian’s baby? Will it be obvious who the father really is? I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! There’s a scene with Liam that I wrote when I first started this fic and shared it on the discord chat. It got a chuckle on there, and I hope you enjoy it too. Let’s just say it will become more difficult for our lovers to keep their affair a secret.

 Much thanks to all of those following this fic, to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event, and to my beta @aerica13​.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ @kmomof4​ @xhookswenchx​ @let-it-raines​ @bethacaciakay​ @tiganasummertree​ @shireness-says​ @stahlop​ @scientificapricot​ @spartanguard​ @welllpthisishappening​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @thislassishooked​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @kday426​ @ekr032-blog-blog​ @lfh1226-linda​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @ohmakemeahercules​ @carpedzem​ @branlovestowrite​ @superchocovian​ @hollyethecurious​ @vvbooklady1256​ @winterbaby89​ @delirious-latenight-laughs​ @jennjenn615​ @snidgetsafan​ @itsfabianadocarmo​ @lassluna​ @distant-rose​ @courtorderedcake​ @winterbythesea​ @thestateofardadreaming​ @killian-whump​ @thisonesatellite​ @batana54​ @it-meant-something​ @xsajx​ @therooksshiningknight​ @gingerchangeling​​

Chapter Five: No One Else Who Needs to Know

It wasn’t Tuesday, it was Sunday, and Killian had no coal in the back of his truck. There were no deliveries on Sunday, after all. However, he felt an overwhelming, intense desire to see Emma. It wasn’t just that he longed for her every moment of every day. It wasn’t that their relationship had deepened even more since Emma’s heartfelt confession. She loved him; the baby was his. The tenderness they shared was the deepest intimacy Killian had ever known, both physically and emotionally. 

Still, it had nothing to do with any of that. No, this was something more, something that defied explanation. It felt almost supernatural in its intensity. 

Relief surged through him as his truck came closer; he saw no basket of red flowers hanging on the porch. He parked, and a sense of foreboding filled him at the quiet surrounding him. Ominous gray clouds filled the air, and if Killian wasn’t mistaken, they portended snow. 

Killian opened the back screen door tentatively. The inside of the house was even more eerie than the outside. 

 “Emma?” he called hesitantly. 

No answer. Emma wasn’t in the kitchen, and the stove was cold. She clearly hadn’t made breakfast today. He continued to call her name as he went into the parlor. Then a faint voice caught his ear, and he followed it to the stairs. He called her name again, and he could finally hear her answer in a strangled voice. 

“I’m up here!”

It came from her bedroom, and he rushed towards it, flinging open the door. He found Emma still in bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was wild, her face was contorted in pain, and sweat drenched her. Killian blanched and felt his knees wobble. 

“I’ll get the midwife.”

Emma shook her head, whimpering. “I can’t afford the midwife.”

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

What a cliffhanger! Oh, Killian… only seeing half the puzzle. What kind of deal with Emma strike with him?

This fic reads like the best kind of regency romance novel - make sure you check it out!

the part of a swan / chapter two

It should be clear that Emma did not, by any means, regret her ruination. She did not miss the person she had been before that night; the eager, naive girl, brought up always to behave a certain way, to speak softly, to do as she was bidden, to be what she was told.

Emma no longer believed in allowing people to tell her who she could be.

But Killian Jones is not concerned with who she was–he’s interested in who she is.

And he might be the only one smart enough to uncover the truth.

written for CSHistFic 2021 @cshistfic

AO3 chapter one | chapter two

–

Emma stood at the center of the casino floor, watching the crowd around her seem to vibrate in its excitement, its desire and its greed and its hunger.  They laughed and shouted, they called out to each other in joy and despair, the words all blending together into an overwhelming hum.

But Emma could hear them all as if they were speaking directly to her

She stood in her brilliant red dress and her overdone maquillage and felt every eye in the hell upon her.  She knew the stories they told, each more admiring than the last—of her skill, of her grace, of her poise.  Of her price.

For Emma always let them see what they wanted to see, and never to know the truth.  She hid in plain sight, her reputation unquestioned as one of the finest madams in one of London’s finest hells; all the while they played their games, sitting here night after night with women in their laps and money in their pockets as they tried—in vain—to beat the house.

But they would never beat Emma Swan, the owner of the greatest club in London’s history.  Whatever club members wanted was theirs for the taking; but to gain entrance to the club, they must first reveal all of their secrets.  

She was the ruler here, and they played for her pleasure.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

There’s a lot more on the line for Emma and Killian now… but did anyone else get anxious about Neal’s vague “deliveries”? Just me? I’ll be keeping an out for that in the last two chapters…

Make sure you check out this gem from @searchingwardrobes as she works towards the story’s climax!

She Dreams in Color: 4/6

 For those of you who hoped after the last chapter that you had seen the last of Neal, well … sorry? The angst has only just begun. Thanks again to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event and to @aerica13​ for being my beta!

Trigger warning: this chapter discusses a wife feeling forced to have sex. It’s not rape technically, but more like dubious consent.  Just wanted everyone to be aware.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday 

Chapter One | Two | Three

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @xhookswenchx @let-it-raines @bethacaciakay @tiganasummertree @shireness-says @stahlop @scientificapricot @spartanguard @welllpthisishappening @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @ilovemesomekillianjones @kday426 @ekr032-blog-blog @lfh1226-linda @ultraluckycatnd @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl @profdanglaisstuff @ohmakemeahercules @carpedzem @branlovestowrite @superchocovian @hollyethecurious @vvbooklady1256 @winterbaby89 @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @snidgetsafan @itsfabianadocarmo @lassluna @distant-rose @courtorderedcake @winterbythesea @thestateofardadreaming @killian-whump @thisonesatellite @batana54 @it-meant-something @xsajx @therooksshiningknight @gingerchangeling​

Chapter Four: Pretends to Sleep as He Looks Her Over

After the high from making love with Killian, reality sank down upon Emma. Why hadn’t she stopped to clarify her situation? First of all, there was Neal. When he’d said he’d just find some other woman, what had he meant? Was he leaving her? Just defiantly proclaiming that he would cheat if he wanted to? If their marriage was over, what would Emma do? Where would she go?

Then there was Killian. He hadn’t said anything about having feelings for her. He’d simply offered to pleasure her in ways her husband never had. After months and months of flirting and sexual tension, they had given into it. That didn’t necessarily make Emma anything special to him, however. For all she knew, he offered such “extra services” to many other lonely housewives. 

Emma went through her chores on the farm in a sort of daze. Half the time, she was paralyzed with an odd mixture of confusion and panic about her future. The other half, she remembered the ecstasy of Killian’s touch and she completely forgot what the hell she was supposed to be doing. 

She ate lunch alone, and then dinner too. She got ready for bed, and Neal still wasn’t home. She didn’t even know how to feel about his absence. He was gone so much anyway, Even the ambiguity of his return was familiar. 

Yet return he did. Emma didn’t hear the door open and close because of the fan whirring beside the bed. She heard creaking on the stairs, and then there he was, standing sheepishly in the bedroom doorway. Emma didn’t even put down the book she was reading as she looked at him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. It even sounded genuine.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

Boy, does @searchingwardrobes deliver on the rating! (Not to mention - an excellent pun!) I’ve got a feeling it’s not all sunshine now, though…

Make sure you check this one out!

She Dreams in Color: 3/6

Here it is - your special bonus post of the weekend! Here is where we earn our M rating, kids. It’s not smut, but let’s just say, this is where the iceman cometh. Sorry, I had to! That phrase ran through my head the entire time I was working on this fic. :) 

Trigger warning: mild domestic violence is portrayed in this chapter. Not that I think any domestic violence is “mild” or remotely acceptable. I just use that word to mean that it isn’t graphic. If you want to skip it, just jump over the part where Neal is there.

Thanks as always to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event and to @aerica13​ for being my beta.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday (or Saturday, or Sunday … lol)

Chapter One | Two

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @xhookswenchx @let-it-raines @bethacaciakay @tiganasummertree @shireness-says @stahlop @scientificapricot @spartanguard @welllpthisishappening @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @ilovemesomekillianjones @kday426 @ekr032-blog-blog @lfh1226-linda @ultraluckycatnd @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl @profdanglaisstuff @ohmakemeahercules @carpedzem @branlovestowrite @superchocovian @hollyethecurious @vvbooklady1256 @winterbaby89 @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @snidgetsafan @itsfabianadocarmo @lassluna @distant-rose @courtorderedcake @winterbythesea @thestateofardadreaming @killian-whump @thisonesatellite @batana54 @it-meant-something @xsajx @therooksshiningknight @gingerchangeling​

Chapter Three: Can’t Find a Better Man

Emma woke the next morning still in an empty bed. Every morning since the food ran out, that fact had sent a slice of fear through her chest. However, with leftovers from last night’s picnic in the pantry and the ice chest, she felt relief instead flood her. 

She made her way downstairs, the heat causing her nightgown to stick to her bare legs. Would they never get relief from the unrelenting sun? 

Emma ate a breakfast of cold boiled eggs, cheese, and a thick slice of bread. Then she succumbed to temptation and ate a tiny sliver of pound cake as well. Killian’s sister-in-law was a great baker. Maybe she could get some recipes from her. 

Thinking of Elsa and the food made Emma remember what Killian said about her and her sister taking her to town. Would they still come after she had so awkwardly rejected Killian last night? Her cheeks burned at the memory. Surely Killian wouldn’t share those details with his family. Would he?

Nevertheless, the thought of a trip to town filled Emma with longing. She felt trapped on this farm. She wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, but not even her emotional walls could protect her from the monotony and life-sucking drabness of the farm. Not only that, who knew when Neal would return? The Joneses’ offering would only last for so long. Neither could she rely on their charity when everyone was suffering. 

Resolved, Emma decided to cling to hope that Elsa and Anna would come. She cleaned up her small meal, then went upstairs to dress. Like the night before, she also spent time on her makeup and hair. At least being stuck on the farm meant her cosmetics were lasting longer than they normally would. Emma sighed. Small blessings indeed.

It was mid morning when a horse and buggy pulled up at the front porch of the Gold farm. Emma greeted the two women from the porch before they could even descend from the buggy. Anna scrambled eagerly down from her perch despite her swelling belly and rushed to embrace Emma halfway up the steps. 

“I am so excited to finally meet you! I feel like we’re friends already. Killian has told us so much about you, and my goodness, you’re just as beautiful as he said. I’m so so sorry he didn’t explain sooner how secluded you are out here. We would have at least come for a visit had we known, wouldn’t we, Elsa?”

The stately blonde behind Anna smiled indulgently at her sister, then extended a slender hand to gently take Emma’s. 

“Yes, we definitely should have come sooner. I hope my sister isn’t overwhelming you.”

Emma was a little overwhelmed, but not by Anna’s exuberance. Killian had told them about her? He said she was beautiful? She felt red stain her cheeks.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

And now, the thrilling conclusion to @kmomof4’s fic! This had me on the edge of my seat… what a relief to reach a happy ending!

Thanks for your contribution, K - everyone make sure to check it out!

In the Viper’s Den- Ch. 2

We’re back, y’all!!! 

Thank you all so much for your patience and for all the likes, kudos, and comments for part 1 of this fic!!! I am blown away by y’all’s enthusiasm!!! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!!! 

Before we get to part 2, I have to reiterate my thanks and love to all those who had a hand in bringing this fic to life!!! @hollyethecurious​, @profdanglaisstuff​, and @jrob64​ for superior beta skills, brainstorming prowess, and their outstanding ability to encourage me when all I wanted to do was quit. This fic wouldn’t be here without them!!! Thank you all soooo much!!!

To @thisonesatellite​ for helping me with all the German, and in this part specifically her help deciding on photos for the artwork and a German maiden name for Mary Margaret was invaluable!!!

To @spartanguard​ for her manips of Killian, Emma, and Walsh that I used in the artwork. I could seriously stare at them all for hours!!! Please give her lots of love for her work!! 

To @shireness-says​ for creating this fabulous event that gave me the kick in the butt I needed to get this fic written. All of the fics have been wonderful and you can find them here.

And finally, to the ladies of the @captainswanmoviemarathon​ and @cshistfic​ discords for sprinting dates and encouragement. They got me over the finish line with this one!!!

Summary: Emma Nolan, age 22, goes to work for attorney Killian Jones in the fall of 1940. Over the next year, she comes to believe her boss is a spy, only to have her suspicions confirmed when the Japanese bomb Pearl Harbor. When a German spy working for Killian turns up dead, Emma kisses her lover goodbye and attempts to continue his work of finding and stopping the development of a flying bomb that could spell disaster for the Allied forces.

Rating: M (Violence and smut)

Words: For this chapter, just over 14k of 23,500.

Tags: WWII, Spies, Inspired by Shining Through, Workplace Romance, Smut

On ao3: From the beginning, ch2 

On Tumblr with art: Ch1 

Tagging the usuals: Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

@hollyethecurious​ @winterbaby89​ @snowbellewells​ @stahlop​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @jennjenn615​ @kingofmyheart14 @profdanglaisstuff​ @branlovestowrite​ @thisonesatellite​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @flslp87​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ @let-it-raines​ @shireness-says​ @kymbersmith-90​ @darkcolinodonorgasm​ @bethacaciakay​ @searchingwardrobes​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @teamhook​ @aprilqueen84​ @qualitycoffeethings​ @superchocovian​ @artistic-writer​ @donteattheappleshook​ @doodlelolly0910​ @seriouslyhooked​ @tiganasummertree​ @lfh1226-linda​ @xsajx​ @klynn-stormz​ @jrob64​ @wefoundloveunderthelight​ @zaharadessert​ @elizabeethan​ @xhookswenchx​ @gingerpolyglot​ @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713​ @sailtoafarawayland​ @justanother-unluckysoul​ @veryverynotgoodwrites​ @jonesfandomfanatic​ @deckerstarblanche​ @the-darkdragonfly​ @batana54​ @purplehawkcaptain​ @k-leemac​ @motherkatereloyshipper​​ @apiratewhopines​ @cshistfic​ @captainswanmoviemarathon​

Under the cut unless Tumblr ate it.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

Check out this update from @searchingwardrobes! Poor Emma - this was a very fraught chapter for her. How can Killian continue making things better?

She Dreams in Color: 2/6

Sorry about the delay in posting. I won’t bore you with the details, but life happened. To make it up to you, however, I will be posting chapter three TOMORROW! Just this once you get a double dose for your weekend.

Thanks once more to @shireness-says​ for organizing the @cshistfic​ event and to my beta @aerica13​. Also thanks to everyone in the discord chats for the sprinting and the brainstorming. I would also be remiss if I didn’t thank everyone who expressed their love for chapter one of this fic. It was little more than an intro, yet I was overwhelmed by the response. We get more into the meat of the story with this chapter, and especially the next. So let’s do this …

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday (or Saturday, or Sunday … lol)

Chapter One

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @xhookswenchx @let-it-raines @bethacaciakay @tiganasummertree @shireness-says @stahlop @scientificapricot @spartanguard @welllpthisishappening @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @ilovemesomekillianjones @kday426 @ekr032-blog-blog @lfh1226-linda @ultraluckycatnd @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl @profdanglaisstuff @ohmakemeahercules @carpedzem @branlovestowrite @superchocovian @hollyethecurious @vvbooklady1256 @winterbaby89 @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @snidgetsafan @itsfabianadocarmo @lassluna @distant-rose @courtorderedcake @winterbythesea @thesschesthair @killian-whump @thisonesatellite @batana54 @it-meant-something @xsajx @therooksshiningknight @gingerchangeling​

Chapter Two: Back When She was Bold and Strong

Emma cursed her husband, not for the first time, running a weary hand across her damp brow. The heat was unrelenting, yet the cow still had to be milked. The poor girl was as thin and gray as the rest of the farm, and it was the only animal left in the barn. Their last chicken had been Christmas dinner, and they’d slaughtered the pig at Easter. 

Though it was falling to shambles around them, Neal wouldn’t give up the farm. It had been in the family for generations, and Neal was more afraid of his father’s wrath than of The Depression. 

Emma finished milking Buttercup and rose to her feet, giving the poor thing a pat on her bony haunches. Emma struggled with the milk bucket as she exited the barn, her arms trembling. Despite her fatigue, however, she couldn’t afford to lose a single drop of the precious milk. 

As she stepped into the sunlight, she squinted against the haze. In the distance, she saw a telltale billow of dust. For a brief moment, relief filled her. Then she remembered it was Tuesday. 

How had she forgotten? She sighed as she looked down at her faded house dress. Oh well, after last week, she no longer cared if he saw her as she truly was. No more primping for him; not if he saw it as desperation. 

Emma tipped up her chin as he pulled into the yard, continuing her trek to the house with the milk bucket. 

“Morning, Swan,” he called out as he exited the truck. 

Emma ignored him, keeping her gaze on the back porch. Only a few more steps, and she could escape his presence and the humiliation it brought. Killian was having none of it, however. Instead of opening the back of the truck to retrieve the ice, he followed after her. 

“Emma,” he said softly, gently resting a hand upon her shoulder, “I must apologize for the brazen way I acted last week.”

Emma stopped, surprised he had been so forthright. She looked him straight in those unfairly blue eyes, forcing a cool indifference into her own. 

“Emma? I thought it was Swan? Remember? A trapped swan?”

He dropped his head with a sigh. “I should never have said that. I don’t know what came over me.” He lifted his gaze to hers again, searching. “I simply … wish for your every happiness, Swan. Truly, that’s all I want for you.”

“Why do you care what I -” 

Suddenly, Emma’s vision swam before her and she swayed. Killian’s arms immediately went around, yet the only thing she could worry about was dropping the milk. She needn’t have, however. Killian took it swiftly from her grip, not spilling a drop. She was unable to do anything but sag against his strong chest. 

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

We’re excited to bring you a new chapter of this lovely fic by @xhookswenchx! I have a feeling Emma and Killian will be getting much closer soon…

Learning to Fly: Chapter Two

Learning to Fly

After the loss of her husband to the war, Emma Humbert has sworn off everything to do with pilots and the skies they call home. As she tries to make a life for herself and her young son, summer adventures call to her little boy, bringing her back into a world she’d just as soon forget. It isn’t long before she finds herself enjoying the air shows and getting lost in the arms of one of her brother’s new hot shot pilots, Killian Jones.

Killian didn’t escape the war unscathed. Thanks to a war injury, he feels as though he’s grounded more often than not. More at home among the clouds than on his own two feet though, he’s grateful for the opportunity David Nolan has given him to heal and fly. He’s not quite prepared for the family he finds, and even less prepared when he realizes how much he wants to be a part of it.

Thank you again to @ohmakemeahercules for looking this over! I appreciate it!

For the @cshistfic​​, we have a post WWII romance filled with broken dreams and hope for healing. :) Enjoy!

Also on AO3!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Emma clutched Henry’s hand tightly as she, Ruby, and Mary Margaret made their way to the stands. There was a stunt plane doing acrobatics before the show, and the crowd stopped to watch, making it difficult to weave through and find a good seat. 

“Programs!” someone shouted through the commotion “Get your programs!”

As the crowd began to disperse, she saw Killian with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder and a clutch of programs in his hand. He smiled when he noticed her. “Emma!” She could practically feel Ruby’s giddy energy bubbling over. 

“Hi Killian,” she said, sounding as unsure as she felt. She had been so certain he was a pilot. What was he doing slinging programs? 

“Trouble getting through?” he asked.

“Just a bit,” she nodded. “I didn’t expect it to be so crowded today.” 

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

And that’s a wrap, folks!

A big thanks to all our authors and artists - we’ll keep reblogging new chapters and stragglers as they come in, plus another couple of cycles of what we already have to get you guys the visibility you deserve. 

Stay tuned for a summary post in the next few days - all your new faves in one place!

[cshistfic]

I wondered if we’d get a spy fic! Krystal brings an exciting mix of steamy chemistry and an ever-mounting tension. I have a feeling things are about to get even more intense next chapter!

Can’t wait to see how this plays out!

In the Viper’s Den- A New CS Fic for the @cshistfic event

It’s not midnight for me yet, so I’m still making my posting date, y’all!!! Yay me!!! 

I am sooooo excited to finally share In the Viper’s Den with you all! This fic has been on my mind for about seven months and when @shireness-says​ announced the @cshistfic​ event, I knew I had to participate!! All the love and thanks to her for this FABULOUS idea!!! All the fics have been absolutely wonderful and you can find them all here! Be sure and give everyone all the love for their hard work!!!

And now on to my fic! This was inspired by the WWII spy movie Shining Through, starring Melanie Griffith, Michael Douglas, and Liam Neeson. It follows the movie closely, though not completely, so if you know it, you’ll no doubt recognize some of the scenes.

Before we get to the fic itself, I have to thank my crew, without whom this wouldn’t have been possible. @hollyethecurious​, @profdanglaisstuff​, and @jrob64​ are the most kick-ass betas, encouragers, and brainstormers around and I am deeply in their debt. Thank you all so much, ladies!!! Also to the ladies of the @captainswanmoviemarathon​ and @cshistfic​ discords for their encouragement, excitement, and sprinting dates with me! To @thisonesatellite​​ for putting up with me pestering her about the German in the fic as well as her help with naming some of the characters. All the translations are thanks to her because she is the BEST!!!! And last, but certainly not least, to @spartanguard​​ for all her work in doing manips for the artwork I made for this fic. Don’t Emma and Killian look great? Well, just wait until see next week’s artwork!!! I am OVER THE MOON with her work for that and I can’t wait to share it with you!!!

The fic is complete in two parts. Part two will post next Saturday, Oct. 2. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!!!

Summary: Emma Nolan, age 22, goes to work for attorney Killian Jones in the fall of 1940. Over the next year, she comes to believe her boss is a spy, only to have her suspicions confirmed when the Japanese bomb Pearl Harbor. When a German spy working for Killian turns up dead, Emma kisses her lover goodbye and attempts to continue his work of finding and stopping the development of a flying bomb that could spell disaster for the Allied forces.

Rating: M (smut and violence)

Words: Almost 9500 of approx. 23,500.

Tags: WWII, Spies, Inspired by Shining Through, Workplace Romance, Smut

On ao3

Tagging the usuals: Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

@hollyethecurious​​ @winterbaby89​​ @snowbellewells​​ @stahlop​​ @resident-of-storybrooke​​ @jennjenn615​​ @kingofmyheart14 @profdanglaisstuff​​ @branlovestowrite​​ @thisonesatellite​​ @ultraluckycatnd​​ @flslp87​​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​​ @let-it-raines​​ @shireness-says​​ @kymbersmith-90​​ @darkcolinodonorgasm​​ @bethacaciakay​​ @searchingwardrobes​​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​​ @teamhook​​ @aprilqueen84​​ @qualitycoffeethings​​ @superchocovian​​ @artistic-writer​​ @donteattheappleshook​​ @doodlelolly0910​​ @seriouslyhooked​​ @tiganasummertree​​ @lfh1226-linda​​ @xsajx​​ @klynn-stormz​​ @jrob64​​ @wefoundloveunderthelight​​ @zaharadessert​​ @elizabeethan​​ @xhookswenchx​​ @gingerpolyglot​​ @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713​​ @sailtoafarawayland​​ @justanother-unluckysoul​​ @veryverynotgoodwrites​​ @jonesfandomfanatic​​ @deckerstarblanche​​ @the-darkdragonfly​​ @batana54​​ @purplehawkcaptain​​ @k-leemac​​ @motherkatereloyshipper​​ @apiratewhopines​​

Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

We’re thrilled to host @motherkatereloyshipper in her first writing event! She brings us a fic chock full of historical details - not to mention, a simmering tension. Plus, if you’re a Captain Cobra fan, this is the fic for you!

Thanks for joining us, @motherkatereloyshipper!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34088851

My CSHist Fic Time and times, edited by the inimitable @jonesfandomfanatic

[cshistfic]

What intrigue! You already had me hooked with the prospect of Emma and Killian both coming up against not-quite-respectability - but then that twist at the end? What is Emma up to? What is Killian up to?

We’ll await the next chapter with bated breath, @ohmightydevviepuu!

the part of a swan

for @cshistfic​ (an extension of one of my august prompts)

–

It should be clear that Emma did not, by any means, regret her ruination.  She did not miss the person she had been before that night; the eager, naive girl, brought up always to behave a certain way, to speak softly, to do as she was bidden, to be what she was told.

Emma no longer believed in allowing people to tell her who she could be.

But Killian Jones is not concerned with who she was–he’s interested in who she is. And he might be the only one smart enough to uncover the truth.

AO3 part 1/? ~2.6k

–

Emma was twenty-eight years old when she stepped into a ballroom for the first time since she was ruined.  The first time she was present for the judging stares, the awkward silences.  For the public shaming and the elaborate ritual that surrounded it.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

This review brought to you by guest mod @ohmightydevviepuu, for the sake of mod-reviewing neutrality:

We're off to the circus as @shireness-says brings us back to her thrilling tale of love and intrigue set in an almost-history that feels 100% real.  The atmosphere hangs thick with tension and potential as we learn more about Killian, Emma, and their deepening feelings--and the magic that binds them together.  How will this contest end?  We're on pins and needles waiting for the conclusion!

Thanks, Devvie! And everyone, seriously - go lavish praise on @eirabach for the STUNNING art she made to accompany this. 

A Fate Woven in Thread and Ink (3/5)

Summary: Two people are trained from childhood for a magical competition they don’t fully understand, whose stakes are higher than they imagine, all to be played out in a magical traveling circus. Falling in love complicates things. A CS AU of the book “The Night Circus”.

Rated M. ~16.5k. Also on Ao3. On Tumblr: Chapter One Chapter Two

A/N: I’m excited to present the next chapter in this fic - this time as part of the @cshistfic​ event! Thanks, as always, to @snidgetsafan​ and @ohmightydevviepuu​ for beta-ing this, and to @eirabach​ for the header art. The art, guys! Seriously! Look at it! Isn’t it gorgeous? I’m in awe.

Tagging the interested parties (and let me know if you’re one of those!): @welllpthisishappening, @thisonesatellite, @let-it-raines, @kmomof4, @scientificapricot, @thejollyroger-writer, @superchocovian, @teamhook, @optomisticgirl, @winterbaby89, @searchingwardrobes, @katie-dub, @snowbellewells, @spartanguard, @phiralovesloki, @profdanglaisstuff, @winterbythesea, @stahlop​

Enjoy - and let me know what you think!

~~~~~

Killian has imagined this moment so many times over the years: the things he’d say, the things she’d say if things were ever out in the open between them.

None of them had ever involved an umbrella. 

All the same, the moment feels right in a way that Killian can’t describe, like things were always leading to this. Fate has brought them to this moment, and now, the universe can finally exhale. 

“It’s you,” Miss Swan finally says. Other women might have whispered it, or breathed it, or some other melodramatic gesture, but the circus’ magician has, ironically, always been made of more practical stuff. When Miss Swan speaks, the words are acceptance, the last action needed to fully recalibrate the world as she knows it. 

“Indeed,” he finally says. Any scripts have been thrown out the window as they stand here under identical umbrellas.

“How long have you known?”

“Since the beginning,” he admits without pause. There’s no point to obscuring or lying deflecting. “Since your audition. You were… different. The things you were doing were real, even if they were so obviously different from my own efforts. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together.”

“I see.” 

A silence stretches between them, though it is somehow not uncomfortable. It feels like she’s sizing him up, perhaps trying to piece together their previous encounters with this new information. He would not blame her; he’d be doing the same in her shoes. It’s been over a decade that he’s known, after all. 

“May I interest you in a drink? A chance to talk this over?” Killian offers as a last resort.

And then - she smiles.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

We’re excited to bring you another piece of art for this event - this time, from @caught-in-the-filter! What a fun picset - there’s a carefree energy about the whole thing that’s so great. I love the details you chose!

Check this out, and make sure to give it some love!

CS 1983 AU - for @cshistfic

— Inspired by the song “1983″ by Neon Trees

Me and you, you and me Let’s go back, let’s go back Nineteen-eighty-three is calling I’ve been on my knees and crawlin’ Back to you It’s coming all back to me Nineteen-eighty-three

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

Do I sense a love triangle brewing? I think perhaps so... I can’t wait to see how Emma fits in with this unusual club - and especially how her relationship develops with Killian.

Make sure to check out the first three chapters of @batana54‘s exciting contribution!

Summary:

A correspondence begins between Emma Swan and members of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, with them sharing their experiences of Nazi Occupied Guernsey. When an idea for a book catches Emma she goes to visit the island, making lifelong friends and taking life-changing steps along the way. This story is told by way of letters and as the reader, you become enchanted by the writers of them and the love Emma comes to feel for each of the Islanders. A beautiful story of love, friendship, and the sadness of friends lost.

The lovely artwork is by @imagnifika and she is a GODDESS! 

Enjoy!

@cshistfic

@holdingoutforapiratehero  @hookedmom @xsajx @kymbersmith-90 @kmomof4 @katie-dub @ohmightydevviepuu @lassluna @pirateherokillian @teamhook @stahlop @elizabeethan @whimsicallyenchantedrose @resident-of-storybrooke @therooksshiningknight @jennjenn615 @lfh1226-linda @ilovemesomekillianjones @killianswannn @stories-enchanted @eleveneitherway @girl-in-a-tiny-box @withheartfulloflove @kday426 @lyssapup27 @swanlovato @djlbg @kristi555 @laschatzi @xarandomdreamx @lkles08 @wyntereyez @bubblegum1425 @xhookswenchx @yasbio2015 @tiganasummertree @winterbaby89 @wefoundloveunderthelight @hollyethecurious @let-it-raines @jonesfandomfanatic @searchingwardrobes @dreamingdreamsalways @oncechicagolove @andiirivera @vvbooklady1256 @gingerchangeling @everything-person @klynn-stormz @qualitycoffeethings @vampcoffeegyrl23 @enchanted-swans  @ohmakemeahercules @donteattheappleshook @bluewildcatfanatic @the-darkdragonfly @demisexualemmaswan @lavenderbudd @grimmswan @spartanguard @flslp87 @ultraluckycatnd  @thisonesatellite @captainswan21 @zaharadessert @mariakov81 @snowbellewells @xouatxcs @kiwistreetswan @batana54 @nadine200179 @probalicious17 @courtorderedcake @julesep3026 @jackieorioncat @whatthehell102082 @xemmaloveskillianx @jarienn972 @sthonour @linda8084 @carpedzem @pirateprincesslena @daxx04 @winterbythesea @artistic-writer @scientificapricot @cocohook38 @wisfan3000  @pcrcabcth @captainswan4life85 @molly958 @kingofmyheart14 @badwolfreturns @itsfridaysomewhere  @fallingforthecaptain @lovethelifeyoulive1106 @onceratheart18 @strangestarlighttree @omgmarvelous @justanother-unluckysoul @anothersworld @purplehawkcaptain @jennjenn615 @sailtoafarawayland @superchocovian @hookedonkillianforlife87 @hollyethecurious @elizabeethan @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @emmaducklingsaviour @klynn-stormz @jrob64​

[cshistfic]

Who out there was hoping for sexy ice man fics? This one is STEAMY - even if nothing salacious has happened yet! @searchingwardrobes has a wonderful eye for detail that just brings this to life.

I think we all know what’s coming… but I can’t wait to see how you bring it to life!

I’m so excited that this day is finally here! The minute I heard about the @cshistfic​ event, I wanted to participate, but I didn’t have a story idea. Then, I saw THIS circulating on tumblr, and the muse struck! I have had fun crafting this story as well as researching ice delivery, the Dust Bowl, and The Great Depression. I even have a doc of pictures of 30s fashions - I’m that much of a nerd. Massive thanks to @shireness-says​ for organizing this event and to @aerica13​ for being my beta. Love ya both! Also thanks to everyone in the discord chats who helped me with my picset and encouraged me to write the thing to begin with. Fic title taken from the song “Better Man” by Pearl Jam. Chapter titles are also from that song.

Summary: Emma’s life is drab and colorless, and not just because of the Dust Bowl that has stripped the land bare. Married to a man she does not love and never has, Emma lives for Tuesdays. That’s when the iceman brings cool relief from the unrelenting heat and fire to her unsatisfied longings. Perhaps they won’t go unsatisfied for long …

*Yes, this fic depicts infidelity. I am in no way making light of people who cheat on their spouses - it’s just a story, ya’ll.*

Rating: M

Length: 6 chapters, complete

Updated each Thursday

Also on Ao3

Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ @kmomof4​ @xhookswenchx​ @let-it-raines​ @bethacaciakay​ @tiganasummertree​ @shireness-says​ @stahlop​ @scientificapricot​ @spartanguard​ @welllpthisishappening​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @thislassishooked​ @ilovemesomekillianjones​ @kday426​ @ekr032-blog-blog​ @lfh1226-linda​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl​ @profdanglaisstuff​ @ohmakemeahercules​ @carpedzem​ @branlovestowrite​ @superchocovian​ @hollyethecurious​ @vvbooklady1256​ @winterbaby89​ @delirious-latenight-laughs​ @jennjenn615​ @snidgetsafan​ @itsfabianadocarmo​ @lassluna​ @distant-rose @courtorderedcake​ @winterbythesea​ @thesschesthair​ @killian-whump​ @thisonesatellite​ @batana54​ @it-meant-something @xsajx​ @therooksshiningknight​ @gingerchangeling​​

Chapter One: She Lies and Says She’s In Loves With Him

The sun rose hot and fast over the Oklahoma panhandle, baking the barren ground with its scorching heat. Despite the heavy curtains and the whirring of the electric fan by the bed, Emma woke up flushed and sticky. The Oklahoma sun accomplished what the man who shared her bed never could. 

Neal groaned as he rolled out of bed. Every night, Emma inched farther and farther away from him. Instead of asking why, he simply took advantage, sprawling out in the empty space, loud snores quickly falling from his open mouth. 

Emma’s leg slipped from beneath the covers, and she relished the air from the fan. It only lasted a moment, however, and then she was hot again. Neal ignored her as he went about his morning routine: washing his face, shaving, then slapping on some aftershave before getting dressed in the only suit he had left. She used to ask where he was going, now she no longer bothered. 

“Love you,” he said as he adjusted his tie. He brushed a dry kiss across her lips, then grabbed his suit coat. 

“Love you too,” she lied, just like every other day. 

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

Oh, this fic has such strong yearning. Killian and Emma, separated by circumstance and pining like crazy... it was painful in all the right ways. They earn that happy ending!

Make sure you give this lovely piece by @elizabeethan a read!

Whatever The Cost May Be: 1 / 1

Killian Jones had been in love with Emma Nolan for as long as he could remember, since the day he began his employment in the Nolan estate as a boy. With the knowledge that Emma had fallen in love with him in return, he had become determined to make a name for himself. When the British joined the Second World War, Killian enlisted in the Navy, promising to return to Emma and give her the life she deserved.

Rated M (barely)

15,009 words

Read on Ao3

Hello! I’m excited to share this piece, posted for the @cshistfic event. The idea for this fic came when I found some letters from my grandpa to the woman he loved, who would become my grandma, while he was deployed in WWII. I use some elements of his letters very briefly in the story. I was so excited to get the excuse (and push) to actually write it when this event was announced! The story mainly features angst with the promise of a happy ending, so get ready for that.

Disclaimer: I did really try to make this as historically accurate as I could, but I’m sure some parts of this are not, so be nice. Also, a trigger warning for a very brief description of drowning as well as a severe injury (It’s Killian Jones, so…). As always, if you’d like some more information before you read, feel free to message me!

Finally, a humongous thank you to @donteattheappleshook, who somehow beta read this monster in one night, and also to @the-darkdragonfly, because they both let me ramble about this until the plot made sense.

Read my other works here!

Get added to my tag list here!

~~~~

The west wing of the Nolan family’s Bath estate always smelled of freshly baked bread. A loaf was baked daily, the oven firing up no matter the temperature inside or out. The kitchen staff produced bread tirelessly, sourdough or even a baguette always fragranting the estate and making the residents hungry. Each member of the Nolan family tended to visit the kitchen each morning, seeking an extra slice of the kitchen’s specialty, despite breakfast nearly being ready. And while each member of the Nolan family went seeking a treat, there never seemed to be enough by simple coincidence. However, there always seemed to be an extra serving made just for the eldest Nolan.

Leopold always became jealous, his annoyance clear as he pouted whenever his sister’s special helping of bread was given to her. Mary Margaret Nolan often blushed and grinned when she observed the single, small loaf being pulled from the hot oven by the young baker. David Nolan, the owner of the estate, seemed aloof to the happenstance surrounding his daughter and his baker, caring not to consider the scandal of a man in his employ falling in love with his eldest daughter.

The problem was never whether Killian loved Emma or Emma loved Killian. The problem wasn’t even whether Emma’s family liked Killian enough to let him marry her, or even whether Killian or Emma could ever build up the nerve to tell her parents of their illicit affair. The problem was always the doubt that Killian had in himself and in his ability to provide for a wife of such high social standings. Emma would say that her parents would support them, that it made them lucky, but Killian saw it more as a curse. David Nolan never came out and stated that his estate’s baker was not good enough to be with his daughter, but Killian always felt it.

After all, what kind of life could a simple baker give to a woman who deserved the world?

It wasn’t as if Killian or Emma ever told her parents that they tended to sneak off together, or that they spent many a night in the family’s grassy meadow in one another’s arms, or that they hoped to spend the rest of their lives together. It also wasn’t as if they were very discreet about it, either. However, Killian could never move past his feelings of certain and impending failure.

And so, one warm night on the first of September, he told her his plan. He explained to her the assumption that the Prime Minister would declare war against Germany if they refused to remove their troops from Poland, and if that should occur, he would join the Navy and fight for his country without a need for conscription. Not only had he drawn such a conclusion because he was dedicated to his country, but also because, as a Navy veteran, he would have much more of a name for himself than he would as a baker. As a Navy veteran, he would prove himself worthy of her. To her, and to her family, but mostly to himself.

Keep reading

[cshistfic]

Oh, this is one to really tug on the heartstrings! Killian’s worry for Liam is palpable, and I can practically feel the cold in my own toes. How will Emma and Killian cross the divide between them?

Can’t wait to find out more in the next chapter!

where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles (Part 1 of 3)

Summary: British soldier Killian Jones is nursing his sick brother back to health in the middle of the coldest winter the Pennsylvania countryside has ever seen, and in the middle of a war he never wanted to be a part of. Emma Swan has found herself surrounded by American soldiers who have taken over the family farm in Valley Forge, but the biggest change in her life comes from a young British soldier she meets delivering extra rations. Will they give into the temptations of their hearts, or decide that the chance of unrequited love is not worth the dare of being branded a traitor?

Title from Robert Browning’s “Love Among the Ruins,” 1855. Written for @cshistfic and my forever cheerleader @shireness-says, who made her dream event a reality. Thanks to @welllpthisishappening @spartanguard @searchingwardrobes @profdanglaisstuff​ and @kmomof4​ for being excited enough about this to make it happen. 💕

read on AO3

Part One:  O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!

November 1778

He’s here, again, for what feels like the hundredth day in a row, but he knows it has only been three. Three days since he found him, since he lost the contents of his stomach in the snow outside his brother’s tent, and since every aspect of his life was turned upside-down. He only came here for Liam, followed him onto a ship and across a bloody ocean to fight for a country that never felt like home, even as he spent his entire life in it. He came here to fight with his brother, everyone around him knew that, Liam most of all — and seeing Liam there, the way he was on that cold November day, was the worst experience in the little of his life that he has been able to live, the most terrible thing he has seen in his twenty-three years. 

When he closes his eyes, he can still see it, the way the blood pooled around his head where he lay on the cot, soaking through the fabric and just beginning to drip on the ground. After immediately calling for a medic, Killian lost all grip on reality, falling to his knees in the snow and praying to a God that never answered his prayers before — but when they hauled Liam out of the tent, yelling things around him, he began to believe for the first time since his days as a boy, when he knew no better than to have faith in better things. 

“Still breathing,” they had said, holding a rag under his nose and not against a head wound. He did not know much about medicine and the human body, but he knew how lucky they were that the problem didn’t seem to be with his brother’s brain. The first miracle.

And the only, since then. Three days now, almost down to the hour — almost dinner time, when Killian was entering his brother’s tent to join him for a hot meal — since everything came crashing down around him. Three days, and nothing had changed about Liam’s situation. Still breathing, still alive, but still caught somewhere between death and consciousness. Unresponsive, they keep calling him. Comatose was the new term for it — and knowing there is a term for it makes him feel a bit better. Not much, but it gives him a soft place to land when his mind begins to reel, waiting for updates and answers and change. 

Killian hates waiting. Every moment he spends at his brother’s side, the aching in his knees growing as he begs this God to grant them another miracle, is like torture to him, and in his darkest moments, he begs for something deeper, for this God to take him instead of his brother. Liam was — is, he reminds himself — the best of them all, the greatest man he has ever met, who has protected him more than any brother should be required to do. If anyone deserves to live, to return home to the life they left behind, it is his brother, Liam Jones, husband and father, absolutely devoted to his family in a way Killian only hopes he could someday be.

But in a heartbeat, he would absolutely trade places with him, let Liam return to his life, even if it meant Killian spent the rest of eternity in the cold ground of a place far, far away from home. 

He looks up from his pleading just in time to watch her stroll through the door of the infirmary, piles of blankets in her arms, followed by another woman with a tray of what looks to be loaves of bread. They both smile at Robin, the jack-of-all-trades running their infirmary, and he gestures for them to enter further. 

An angel. She must be an angel, he tells himself, trying to calm the pounding in his chest that takes over as she lays the blankets on a nearby table so she can lower her hood. A break in the ever-present clouds sends sunlight through the window behind her, lighting up her mess of golden curls plaited down her back, and she turns to him with a smile that reaches the deepest parts of him, clears the cobwebs from the corners and opens windows into his soul that he truly believed were stuck shut. 

Keep reading