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wellhellotragic · 5 years ago

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Absolution (1/4)

Summary: It's a tale as old as time. A princess on the run. The fastest ship in the king's armada tasked with keeping her safe. The princess falling in love with the ship's lieutenant. It's the stuff fairy tales are made of. Or is it?

A Halloween fic.

A/N: Yup, that's the title I went with, because nothing else sounded right...If a nameless goose can become an overnight sensation, then this fic can stand with no title.. or something

Also on AO3 if that’s what floats your boat.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom located deep between the land and sea, lived a king that ruled with an iron fist. A king that was feared by all that lived in his lands. For over thirty years he sat upon the throne, a widower with a runaway son whom looked little like him. The lands he owned soon fell to ruin. The ground beneath his castle turned brown, the trees died out, and all was barren. A wasteland.

The king blamed his subjects, decreeing that they weren’t working hard enough to maintain the crops. That they weren’t hunting hard enough to bring home meat. He threatened the peasants with higher taxes and jail. Still, the lands fell further into disrepair.

But just when all hope seemed lost, the bells rang on a dark and rainy night. The king was dead. Rumors swirled. Failing health. Poison. Murder . No one ever knew for sure.

Everyone in the kingdom gathered for the late king’s funeral. His body was wrapped in shrouds, set ablaze as the small rowboat was pushed out to sea, letting the waves carry it deeper and deeper into the great blue ocean. They came from miles away, everyone that had ever been terrorized by King George. They came not to pay their respects, but to rejoice. The tyrant was truly dead.

The most shocking part of his death, though, was the return of his estranged son. It was no secret that in recent years the tension between the two men had grown past the point of breaking. Yet there was James, standing on the beach, watching as the flames of his father disappeared over the horizon.

There were whispers about James’s return as well. That his return coinciding with George's death was suspicious, not that the people minded in anyway. The castle's official statement was that upon realizing that King George would not make it through the night, their best rider was dispatched to fetch the prince.

The prince's presence wasn't the only thing that had people talking though. No, it was the woman that accompanied him. The woman that bore a ring with the family's crest upon the side, etched into the metal that held the late queen’s wedding stone. It was clear to all with eyes that the prince had taken a wife during his time away.

At first, not much had been known about her, but as time passed, people learned her name. Snow White. Bandit and traitor to the crown of a neighboring kingdom. Yet still, the people minded not. Not after everything they'd borne witness to under the ruling of King George. Not when wealth was returning to the kingdom. Not when taxes were decreasing and crops were returning to their former glory. Not when the food and work was shared equally among all who lived in the kingdom. Not when they saw their new king beside them day in and day out willing to get dirty to plow the lands, or when they saw their new queen leaving each morning with a bow and sheath of arrows on her back, only to return each evening with a load of guards following behind with a cart full of deer for dinner.

The next time the bells rang out was to announce the birth of a new princess. A young girl named Emma. Even as a child, it was obvious that she would be beautiful. As her eyes settled into a shade of green that rivaled the emerald stone in Snow White’s ring, and when her hair turned to gold, her beauty only increased.

The princess also had the best tutors money could buy, and the best manners that could be taught. She was just as kind and smart as she was lovely.

But things can never stay as they were. Times change and prosperity ends. War comes.

As the princess's eighteenth birthday neared, what should have been a celebration soon became the day most dreaded. For the Evil Queen, known better as Regina to Snow White, ordered her troops to bear down on the kingdom, seizing the lands around Misthaven. Her armies had cut off all routes of escape. The food supplies dwindled and all hope once again seemed lost.

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King James looked around the small round table they used for their council meetings. Everyone had shown up, many taking great risk towards their own safety. Regina's guards were everywhere along the borders, imprisoning people they felt were close to the king and queen, and murdering the ones they deemed useless. Some of the council members had to sneak past her guards with the use of the very same magic Regina possessed.

The Blue Fairy had used a portion of what little fairy dust remained, dangerously depleting the fairies’ stockpile. Ever since Regina had arrived, she'd done what she could to collapse all of the mine entrances along the border, blocking the dwarves from harvesting the crystals needed to make the dust. Only one mine remained open, and most of the crystals had already been extracted.

Things were grim, and James worried that he and his wife might just have to surrender the kingdom to Regina. Naturally, it wasn't what he wanted to do, but if it was the only way to ensure the safety of his people, he'd be willing to set his pride aside.

Of course, there was also the matter of Emma. Regina's descension on their kingdom had been nearly eighteen years in the making. A series of calculated attacks with the sole purpose of destroying everything that James and Snow held near. He knew that if Regina won, that she'd stop at nothing to destroy Snow, and the fastest way to do so would be to harm their daughter.

“Surely there has to be something we can do? This can’t be it?” His wife may have hid behind a face of strength, but James could feel her hand shaking next to his on the table.

Snow had taken it the worst of everyone. She felt that everything was her fault. The result of a childhood indiscretion. A mistake. One that an entire kingdom and thousands would be forced to pay penance for.

James refused though. The fault laid with Regina and her alone. She was the one that let the darkness into her heart. She was the one that allowed it to fester, unchecked and unabated. And in the end, she would lose. He just wasn’t yet sure how.

“I’m afraid it is Your Majesties.” James almost missed seeing the small blue fairy floating above Ruby’s shoulder. “We’ve only one bag of fairy dust left, and it won’t be enough to hold Regina’s army off. It’s barely enough magic for one small task.”

He took stock of the room, hoping against all odds that someone, anyone, might have a plan, but no one spoke. Even Grumpy, who was usually the first to complain, was silent.

“Well that’s it then isn’t it? Regina’s won.” The defeat in Snow’s voice nearly broke James.

“Wait, do you smell that?” Ruby looked to her grandmother for confirmation. “Do you hear something?”

The old woman stood from her seat, walking to the window, looking out towards the sea.

“Come here girl. These old eyes aren’t what they used to be.”

Granny moved aside as Ruby took her place, the rest of the council room crowding behind her.

“It’s a ship. A large ship at that!”

James grumbled. The last of his naval ships had been dispatched weeks ago, seeking help from any other kingdoms that might be able to provide aid. Even Glowerhaven, the closest by far, would still be another week’s journey to reach. There was no way any of their ships could have returned so quickly.

Which only meant one thing. The ship in question was no ally to the crown. It was most likely pirates, looking to seize upon an opportunity, thinking them weak and easy prey for the taking.

“We may be defenseless against Regina, but I’ll be damned if I let pirates upon my shores.”

“But Your Highness, they’re wearing your colors, flying your flag. It’s one of your vessels.”

James snatched the viewing glass from Grumpy’s hand, wanting to see for himself. It wasn’t a vessel he’d ever laid eyes on before. It wasn’t one of his, yet Grumpy was right. His kingdom’s flag waved high on the main mast for all to see.

Part of him wondered if it was a trick. If Regina had sent them in, hoping the castle would lower its defenses, only to be seized in the middle of the night by her men. But on the off chance that the ship wasn’t Regina’s, it may also have been their only hope.

For nearly an hour, James stood at the window, watching the men aboard the ship as they stood at attention, never once stepping across the gangplank that had been set out. They never sent anyone to approach the castle, nor did they made any move to make their presence known.

Eventually, the tension in the room became too much, forcing James to send a rider to the shore. He watched as the horse approached the docks, the rider dismounting and speaking with the crew, before turning back and riding hard for the castle.

The rider barely had time to knock before Snow ran and threw the doors open, eager to hear what he’d learned. The ship was named the Jewel of the Realm, and its men swore that they’d once pledged an oath to Misthaven, that she ship belonged to Their Majesty’s armada, and that they stood ready for orders.

James wasted no time in heading for the library, looking for any indication of a ship by that name in his possession. He’d never heard of her before, nor had any of the other council members. After finally locating the ledger with a detailed list of all of the ships, he looked through the last two pages, twice, letting his fingers drift over the names of each ship he owned. There was no mention of her, though. It was a trick.

Just as he was about to shut the book, ready to ride out to the ship and gut each man onboard himself, he heard his wife gasp next to him. He followed her eyes, seeing the name listed on a page, the only ship on that docket. Jewel of the Realm - special assignment. James recognized the script as George’s handwriting.

The Jewel was his, as were the men he witnessed standing at attention. But the issue of the secret mission tugged at his gut. The men had been sent out by the previous king nearly twenty years before. The men he saw were barely older than Emma, many of them clearly not original members of the crew. Could he trust them? Men that had likely never stepped foot on his lands.

Would they be willing to die for their king the way he knew his other naval officers would be? Would it even matter? What use could thirty men be against Regina’s army of thousands?

James looked to his wife, seeing the same fears upon her pale face.

The two of them returned to the council chambers, explaining to the others that the ship was indeed theirs, sharing his concerns with them about the vessel’s whereabouts for the last two decades. After much debate, it was decided that they were out of options and the Jewel was their last hope.

Everyone agreed that the ship was no match for Regina’s troops, and all were lost as to how the Jewel could help, until a small voice spoke up from the back of the room. Johanna, Snow’s oldest and most trusted confidant.

“They can take the princess. They can keep her safe, far away from the war.”

The room exploded, voices crying out against it, but it was Snow that calmed them down, allowing Johanna to finish.

“Snow, long ago, your parents instructed me to take you far away should war ever come to the castle. If anything were to happen to them, it wouldn’t matter as long as you were safe. Their council agreed, saying it was best to ensure the safety of an heir. I pleaded with them not to ask such a thing of me. But now, well, now I understand.”

Everyone watched helplessly as Snow’s eyes began to well up, a sad smile gracing her apple red lips, as she hugged Johanna. For as much as they hated the idea of sending their only daughter away on a ship full of men they’d never met before, they weren’t sure they had a choice. Emma was the next in line, the only successor, and needed to be kept safe. And to the crew’s credit, they’d come home just as they were needed most, when it was most dangerous for them.

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Emma pleaded with her parents as the small envoy of people headed for the docks by foot, keeping to the shadows in their cloaks, hoping to avoid detection. James and Snow had done their best to explain to her why it was the best option, the only option, but she was stubborn. A trait she'd inherited from both her parents, but James held to the plan the council had formed.

As the five of them reached the docks, James approached the ship, calling out for whomever was in charge. Slowly, from the back of the ship, a man stepped forward, his blue eyes almost ethereal in the limited lighting.

“My name is Captain Liam Jones and I command this ship and these men.”

He remained stoic, unphased by the fact that he was speaking with royalty. There was no bow, no formal titles used. The man’s demeanor had James on alert, second guesses edging their way through his mind. Until another voice spoke up from the captain’s side.

“Lieutenant Killian Jones, Your Majesty.” The young man looked back at the captain, possibly searching for some form of approval, but continued without challenge from the superior officer. “I apologize for my brother’s lack of a proper greeting. We’ve been at sea for a long time and it can sometimes dull a man’s manners. But I assure you, this is the finest crew your armada has to offer, and we are at your service.”

“Captain, may we have a word in private?” It wasn’t a question though. If James was really going to send his only daughter away with these men, he needed more than the word of a junior ranking officer.

The captain simply nodded, stepping backwards as his crew parted, leaving a walking path to what James assumed was the captain’s quarters.

The room had a strange feel about it. Everything was ship shape, not a speck of dust or mess to be found, but something just seemed a bit off. The air was thicker, harder to breathe in.

“Please, have a seat.” Captain Jones gestured to a chair across from his own at his desk. His lack of formality bothered James. On one hand, it was a breath of fresh air being able to speak with someone without them nearly cowering before him, eager to agree with everything he said. But on the other hand, he worried that the lack of respect would transfer to Emma. He knew there were dangers involved in allowing his only child onboard a ship with thirty men. Men who’d likely not seen a woman in some time. He needed to be certain that she’d be safe among them.

James sidestepped the chair, choosing to stand instead. Choosing to demonstrate whatever bit of authority he had left.

“Captain, I’ve been King of this land for nearly twenty years, yet until tonight, I’d never even heard of this ship.” The captain nodded, but said nothing. “So what exactly was this secret assignment that my father sent you on? You couldn’t have been more than a teenager when he gave you those orders.”

“Aye, I was but a boy when I joined this ship so very many years ago, but I can assure you, that in all my time, my loyalty has always been to the ship and crown. I swore an oath, one I can not and will not break. And as far as our location, I’m afraid even I cannot divulge that information. As you stated, your father sent us out on a secret assignment, and I was sworn not to speak of it to anyone, which I’m afraid includes you, Your Majesty.”

“And if I were to order you, as your king?”

“Then I would still not tell you. I take my vows quite seriously.”

That was possibly the only bit of solace he’d been given that night. That despite the man’s obvious contempt for royalty, he was a man of honor if nothing else.

“And should I give you new orders, would you follow them?”

“Yes.”

James thought on it for a minute, but the realization of his lack of choices made the decision for him. If Regina found Emma, she’d torture the girl, or worse. At least with these men, she stood a chance.

And so James gave him orders. It was simple really, to take the ship as far and as fast as possible with Emma onboard. To tell no one of who she was or where she was from. To guard her with their lives. The captain accepted, leaving to ready the ship, not even stopping to take on any new supplies.

The blue fairy used the last of her magic to disguise the ship. As the fairy dust flew through the air, covering every last inch of the ship, a transformation occurred. The flag flying high above them no longer carried his crest or colors. Instead, it was a simple skull framed by two scabbards. The ship’s wood looked worn and aged, the colors less vivid and cracked. And the men aboard, the ones who’d been wearing their finest uniforms were now covered in leather and torn linens. Everything about it screamed pirates.

The last place Regina would ever think to look for Emma would be on a pirate ship.

James and Snow whispered their goodbyes to their tearful daughter, unsure of when, or if, they’d ever see her again. The crew wasn’t to return unless they received word of Regina’s demise. It could be years, or never. They kissed her cheeks and sent her on her way, her own princess dress and cloak unchanging as she stepped aboard the ship. The fairy dust already used up.

There was no great farewell as the ship set sail back into the ocean. As Snow and James watched their only daughter leave on a pirate ship, the Jolly Roger, they didn’t wave goodbye. Instead, they stood there for a moment, clutching each other’s hands tightly, before turning and heading back to the castle, not willing to stay out in the open for too long. Hoping against all hope that their little girl would remain safe.

#cs fanfiction #captain swan fanfiction

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cat-sophia · 7 years ago

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Happy 35th Captain Swan Day!

the men they want to beHello My Friends!

@alexandralyman is talented and brilliant writer and i think most of you, my friends, know her fics. I love her stories so very much! And not only her MC - last week i rediscovered so many wonderful, amazing one shots that i read long ago and read even more for the first time. She wrote so many and every story, every verse she create is perfect!

Alex - thank you for all fics you write, thank you that you share them with us! I love words you create, historical times you show us - everything you write is brilliant and reading your stories makes even the worst day better! Thank you! <3

Beyond the Horizon - AU: When Princess Emma's ship is captured by the Jolly Roger and Captain Killian Jones, she offers herself as a hostage for ransom if he will let the ship and the other passengers go. With Emma, Killian remembers the honour he once held dear, and Emma catches glimpses of the gentleman Killian had been. Against all odds, the pirate and the princess begin to fall for each other.

Between Heaven and Hell (Tumblr AO3) - A Hook/Emma angel/demon AU. They hide in plain sight, the servants of heaven and hell. The angels and the demons, who can save your soul or damn it. They stand on opposite sides, they are the bringers of light and the agents of darkness, they are enemies in an eternal war, but what happens when an angel and a demon are inexplicably drawn to each other?

I love this two MC - and i think most of you read them too - if not - i strongly recommend you to do so! (warning - highly addictive)

(bonus - read all one shots she wrote for this two stories - perfection!)

I also love her other stories:

Love Potion Number Nine - After defeating the Wicked Witch and returning to the Enchanted Forest, a prince arrives with the goal of winning Emma's hand in marriage. He attempts to snare her with a love potion, but Hook intervenes and winds up activating the potion himself, causing Emma to fall in love with him. The effect is temporary, but it's going to be a hell of a ride until it wears off.

Two amazing WIP:

Faster, Higher, Stronger (Tumblr) - Crown Princess Emma of Misthaven is considered the best hope for the tiny European country to win their first ever medal at the Summer Olympics, but due to security concerns her parents have sent her to Rio with two ex-British Special Forces private bodyguards, Liam and Killian Jones.

Liner Notes (Tumblr) - CS rockstar/actress AU. Killian Jones, lead singer of the band Crimson Flag, has been burned in the past by love and turned his heartbreak into a hit album, Hook. But with his new single, I Still Do, he's ready to proclaim to the world that he still believes in love. All he needs is an actress to appear in the song's music video and he has just the one in mind - TV star Emma Swan.

hips don’t lie - CS modern AU fic. Emma and Tink are used to their friend Ruby’s crazy ideas, so when she signs them all up for belly dance classes they don’t bother arguing and just go with it. Part 1 Part 2

Her perfect one shots:

Every Page is a Story (The Tales of Us) ff.net collection of various Captain Swan themed one shots and drabbles.

*Canon and Canon Divergence*

CS drinking rum in New York City Serenade

Slow Dance (Tumblr) Snow White has planned a large royal ball, but Emma just wants a night alone with her pirate. After all, it's not the dance, it's the partner that counts. (written after s3)

Killian buying Emma flowers

Enjoy The Ride - What if Killian hadn't been in the cabin when Emma and Past!Hook came back to the Jolly Roger?

Killian and Emma after his heart is back

Forever Home - Captain Swan fic with a Newfoundland puppy in the snow

Keep the Flame Lit - CS and Neverland

After 4a finale

Can’t Sleep - A little CS, post-Camelot ball drabble

Bed of Roses - CS after kiss in the middlemist field

at my worst, you are my best - Killian gets split in two by Jekyll’s potion

Cleansed (Tumblr) - After Killian's return from the Underworld, he and Emma go back to the house together to change and enjoy a little reunion in the shower before heading back out to face the newest threat to Storybrooke.

Anchor - AU of the tavern scene in The Jolly Roger

My Kiss is Poison But My Love is True - Hook's lips are cursed but hers aren't. Angsty smut set after "A Curious Thing".

Lives Never Lived (But Not Forgotten) (Tumblr) - A little bit of canon divergence where Emma and Deckhand Hook had one night together in Isaac's version of the EF. He doesn't remember her, but he's the only one in this world who wants to.

Touch - Killian with both hands on the date, written before the ep aired

gimme shelter - story set just after the end of season five

Now You See Me - Emma notices that Killian has to hold his cell phone away from him to read it. Emma thinks he might be farsighted. Killian ends up getting glasses.

skinny dip - CS and Neverland UST

"Swan! You're depriving me of a romantic gesture."

want, take, have - domme!Emma smut (in canon)

mirror, mirror - CS fic with Emma on one side of the mirror and Killian on the other…so here’s a little bit of angsty separation. Canon divergence where only Emma gets sucked into the mirror realm by the Evil Queen.

let slip your secrets, my darling - written after 4a

*AUs*

Secret Agent Man - Kingsmen inspired AU - Part 1 Part 2

Captain Duckling runaway bride AU

Put Another Coin in the Jukebox Baby (and dance with me) - Smutty Bartender!Killian AU.

CS street kids AU

Snowflakes and Starlight (Tumblr) - pure Lieutenant Duckling fluffiness. A princess with diamond stars in her hair, a smitten young Lt Jones, and a royal winter ball.

Lieutenant Duckling smut Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A Dream of Spring on a Winter's Night (Tumblr) - A wintery, melancholy Enchanted Forest AU, where Captain Hook is stuck in port during a snowstorm and whiles away the evenings at the Lone Swan tavern.

counting down (the weeks, the days, the hours) (Tumblr AO3) - He counts down the time left until he's eighteen and can finally leave, join the Navy like his brother and get out of this damn town. She waits to age out of the system so she can live near the beach and finally have a real home. Lieutenant Duckling modern AU.

Falling through Time (and into your arms) - an Outlander AU - Emma Swan-Cassidy has somehow managed to time travel from 2015 back to 1785 while in Ireland with her husband Neal. Everyone around her thinks she’s an English spy and she’s been forced to marry Killian Jones for her own protection. She wants to return to her own time, but she can’t deny her attraction to the gallant young Irishman.

in this corner - CS boxing AU

pickup lines - The standard “strangers meeting in a bar and hooking up AU”

fallen skies - A little post apocalyptic CS AU

playing footy - CS AU inspired by Colin playing football

edit: @alexandralyman fics i read after i made this post:

christmas tree lot - a fluffy, christmas captain swan AU

compass rose - canon, future CS baby fic “He gets another tattoo the week after they bring their daughter home from the hospital.”

swordfight david versus goliath and the men they want to be - canon, future CS, Captain Charming

gifts of the magi - Canon, future CS

#Happy Captain Swan Day!#cs fic rec #cs fic #cs ff #Captain Swan #cs crew #cs family #cs fandom

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kmomof4 · 7 years ago

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Fic Rec List 6 of 6

It’s almost finished! Aren’t you glad? I know I am! This has been way too hard, but so much fun putting together and remembering all these wonderful fics! Once I’m done with this and finish reading Fragile Design, I’ll look forward to immersing myself in the sheer joy and beauty of these fics and authors... Same as before, these all rate 11+, a single asterisk is a desert island fic, two additional asterisks means it’s a #1 all time favorite fic.

List 1 List 2 List 3 List 4 List 5

From @hookedonapirate on Tumblr and ff, Hookedonapirate on ao3

The Swan Stripper is a smutty one shot. Emma as a stripper, Killian is dragged to the club by his friends. ao3 and ff

Breathe Again is a modern AU where Killian and Emma meet at the daycare where they take their young children. Rated M with 21ch. ao3 and ff

Sweet Salutations is a modern AU where Killian has just moved to town to become the new sheriffs deputy. He doesn’t expect the sheriffs daughter to own a bakery across the street from the station. Rated E with 20ch. ao3 and ff

Unexpected is a rated M one shot based on the prompt, I don’t know how to tell you this love, but I think you’re pregnant. ao3 and ff

Toilet Paper, Tampons, and the Hot Guy in the Checkout Lane and its sequel Sweaters, Lingerie, and Sex in the Fitting Room are both modern AU’s. The titles pretty much say it all. TPTHGCL is a rated T one shot. ao3 and ff. SLSFR is rated M one shot. ao3 and ff

*Tangled Up in Blue is a modern AU where pregnant Emma flees to Storybrooke Maine to escape an abusive Neal. There she meets OBGYN Killian Jones. Rated E WIP with 25ch so far. ao3 and ff

From haleigh91 on ff

Instantly in Love is a modern AU where bar owner Emma can’t stand her cocky, handsome star bartender. And the feeling is mutual. What neither one knows however is that the person they’ve been chatting online with for weeks is each other. Rated T with 7ch.

*If Only For One Night is a canon divergent where a portal spits out Lieutenant Killian Jones right in front of a 19yr old Emma Swan. Rated M two shot.

From @gusenitsaa on Tumblr, gusenitsa on ff

Breaking and Entering is a canon compliant 2 shot where Emma and Killian get into a competition of breaking and entering. Rated K.

Letters to Home is a canon compliant fic of Hooks letters written to Emma during the missing year. Rated K with 6ch.

From FreyReh on ao3 and ff

I Want You is a canon divergent one shot in which, spurred on by her mother, Emma finally goes after what she wants. Rated T.

Temptation is a rated M one shot of cursed!Killian in season 1. ao3 and ff

From @legendofthephoenixcs on Tumblr, PoeticJustice4665 ao3, PoeticJustice96 on ff

Legend of the Phoenix is a soulmates AU. To have a soulmate is to be cursed and Emma is cursed with fire. The powerful sorcerer Killian Jones has killed every soulmate couple. Emma must find a way to stop him. Rated T with 20ch. ao3 and ff

Casualties is a modern AU where Emma and Killian are actors on the same TV show. When secrets from her past threatened to be exposed, she must fake a relationship with her costar. Rated M WIP with 13ch so far. ao3 and ff

From @icapturedkindness on Tumblr, Cynthia03 on ff

The Usual Story is a modern AU with a meet cute between employee Emma and boss Killian. Rated M with 23ch.

From @cutieodonoghue on Tumblr, colormyheartred on ao3 and ff

World Unknown is a modern AU in which Emma agrees to participate in a “guaranteed True Love Match.” The only catch is, she can't see him until their wedding day. Rated T with 23ch. ao3 and ff

To Build a Home is a new CS AU where Killian runs the orphanage in town and Emma is the new deputy. Rated T WIP with 6ch so far. ao3 and ff

I’ll Drop Anchor in Your Heart is a EF AU where Killian and his small daughter start on a new adventure by moving on land for Princess Emma and her young son Henry. Rated T WIP with 7ch so far. ao3 and ff

From @caprelloidea on Tumblr, ao3, and ff

Washed by the Water is a Neverland one shot. Rated M. ao3 and ff

From Annaelle on ao3 and ff

Arranged Marriages, You Know I Do and One Year Bliss are the 3 parts of the Prince!Killian & Princess!Emma AU. A beautiful trio of one shots that are exactly what they sound like. AM and YKID are both rated G, OYB is rated M. Click on the series to pull up all three on ao3. Click on the individual titles to pull up each fic on ff.

From @irishswanff on Tumblr, IrishSwan on ao3 and ff

Perched a Few Feet Above the Water is a fic where Emma the lifeguard gives swimming lessons to Killian Jones’s toddler Liam. Rated T with 27ch. ao3 and ff

From @amagicalship on Tumblr, ao3 and ff

Parley is a EF AU where deckhand Hook is hiding onboard when Captain Emma Swan commanders Blackbeard’s ship. Rated M with 3ch. ao3 and ff

Once Upon a Dream I Knew You is a EF AU. What happens when a pirate crashes a royal ball in Misthaven? Rated M with 7ch. ao3 and ff

These Paths Our Hearts Wander is a canon divergent of the Emma, Neal, Killian triangle. Rated K with 5ch. ao3 and ff

If You Can’t Take the Heat is a modern AU where Emma is a chef and owner of her own restaurant and her ex tries to sabotage her when a Michelin food critic comes calling. Rated T one shot.

Take My Breath Away is a Top Gun inspired AU. Rated M one shot.

I Do, I Always Do is a canon divergent one shot set in Camelot. A secret wedding and a passionate night follows. Rated M one shot.

Dance With Me is a canon divergent of the CS movie. Who knew there were so many empty rooms in the castle? Rated M one shot.

From @colinschest on Tumblr, majorshipper on ao3, afastmachine on ff

(She’s My) Cherry Pie is a EF AU. See, bar wench Emma and pirate captain Killian have an arrangement, savvy? Rated E one shot. ao3 and ff

Upon My Skin is a AU where Killian has a plan to be captured, sent to the queen’s harem, and make off with her treasure. Unfortunately Queen Emma is anything but simple. Rated M WIP with 4ch so far. ao3 and ff

A Little Too Much of that Poison Baby is a modern AU where Emma wakes up in Vegas married to Killian Jones. He has to chase her down to convince her that what they have is right. But Emma is stubborn. Rated E with 7ch. ao3 and ff

From @vickyvicarious on Tumblr, ao3 and ff

Civic Duty is a hilarious rated T one shot where Liam is sick and tired of hearing about Killian’s new girlfriend without ever meeting her. So he comes up with a plan to meet Emma and punish Killian for the delay all at the same time. ao3 and ff

From @overlordofthelollipopguild on Tumblr, CantEscapeMyFandoms on ao3, Can’t-Escape-My-Fandoms on ff

Fight For Her and its sequel Defending Her are canon divergent fics set in Neverland. Both are rated T one shots. FFH in which Charming plays wingman to Killian... for Emma. ao3 and ff. DH in which Killian confronts Neal after he upsets Emma. ao3 and ff

From @like-waves-on-the-beach on Tumblr, ao3 and ff

Lady Cutthroat is a modern AU where FBI agent Killian Jones is after his runaway star witness, professional gambler Emma Swan. Rated M one shot. ao3 and ff

The Dashing Florist is a modern AU based on the prompt, how do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower? Rated M one shot. ao3 and ff

Holiday Interlude and sequel Valentine’s Savior are modern AU’s that follows our favorite couple as they quickly and easily fall in love staying at the same bed and breakfast for Christmas. Both are rated M. HI is 7ch. ao3 and ff. VS is 4ch. ao3 and ff

Now that the main list is finished, I wanted to list a few other authors that I enjoy reading even though I don’t have a particular fic of theirs that’s a favorite.

@captain-swan-coffee on Tumblr, rubyrose82 on ao3 and ff

msgenevieve447 on ff

Sassysazzles on ff

swaggercaptain on ff

@holdingoutforapiratehero on Tumblr, holdingoutforapiratehero on ff and ao3

@hookslovelyswan on Tumblr, ChainOfPaperclips on ff

headoverhook on ao3 and ff

thatsmuchbetter on ff

@bisexualwillscarlet on Tumblr, lovingcaptainswan on ff

@pirateherokillian on Tumblr

@sambethe on Tumblr

@unfolded73 on Tumblr, unfolded73 on ao3

Doodlelolly0910 on ff

@ive-always-been-a-pirate on Tumblr, alwaysbeenapirate on ao3, always-been-a-pirate on ff

@the-captains-ayebrows on Tumblr, the-captains-ayebrows on ao3

Tagging those authors who are on Tumblr. @hookedonapirate @gusenitsaa @legendofthephoenixcs @cutieodonoghue @caprelloidea @irishswanff @amagicalship @colinschest @vickyvicarious @overlordofthelollipopguild @icapturedkindness @like-waves-on-the-beach

Thank you all again for all your patience as I’ve worked on these. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have!

#Krystal Recommends #definitive list of favorites #desert island fics #All time favorites #list 6 out of 6 #whoooo hooooo! Its done!#I hope you enjoy these!

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ao3feed-captainswan · 4 years ago

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The Runaway Princess of Misthaven

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AL6wai

by MusicalNotes334

The King and Queen of the Enchanted Forest sent out a search party for their daughter that ran away. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful after weeks of no progress. In the end, they had to look for the iconic Witcher of their kingdom. A handsome reward was waiting for him, in exchange for bringing their daughter back home and in one piece. When he sets off with a sorceress and the princess' son, they encounter problems and go on adventures. And all the while, they follow their leads to continue the search for the runaway princess. As their adventure progresses, romance blooms. Will they ever find the princess, or will they come back empty-handed?

Words: 1286, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard

Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Henry Mills

Additional Tags: Inspired by The Witcher, Alternate Universe - Once Upon a Time Fusion, Alternate Universe, Everyone Is Gay, not exactly but yeah, lots of ships, Possible Character Death, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Whump, witcher characters might appear, Sex, Action/Adventure, Adventure, Romance, Captain Hook | Killian Jones In Love, Two-Handed Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Hurt Captain Hook | Killian Jones, killian jones whump, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mild Language, killian jones - Freeform, Regina Mills - Freeform, Henry Mills - Freeform, emma swan - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AL6wai

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Captain Swan #CS fanfics

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witcherfic · 4 years ago

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MusicalNotes334 July 10, 2020 at 07:46AM

by MusicalNotes334

Words: 1286, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard

Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Henry Mills

#witcher #witcher fic #fic recs #ao3feed

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a-starr-ion · 4 years ago

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The Runaway Princess of Misthaven (Chapter 2)

The King and Queen of the Enchanted Forest sent out search parties for their daughter that went missing. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful after weeks of no progress. In the end, they had to look for the iconic Witcher of their kingdom. A handsome reward was waiting for him, in exchange for bringing their daughter back home and in one piece. When he sets off with a sorceress and the princess' son, they encounter problems and go on adventures. And all the while, they follow their leads to continue the search for the runaway princess. As their adventure progresses, romance blooms. Will they ever find the princess, or will they come back empty-handed?

Rating: M (there isn’t anything mature yet)

Part: 2/?

Chapter Summary: Killian is brought to the Enchanted Forest and meets the king and queen. Now he knows why he was brought here.

The story is on Tumblr: Ch.1

And on AO3.

Chapter 2 - The King and Queen of the Enchanted Kingdom

The stranger entered the throne room with two guards accompanying him. He looked around, admiring how the whole room looked.

Narrow braziers half encompassing each of the sixteen alabaster columns light up the entire throne hall. The paintings on the oblique ceiling depict the story of when the king and queen vanquished the Evil Queen. They dance in the flickering light while statuettes look down upon the marble floor of the hall.

A black and blue rug from the doors led to the thrones, where the king and queen were. Banners bearing the kingdom’s colors and emblem drape from the walls. Between each banner sits a tall candle, and some of them have been lit. Tall, glass windows are framed by draperies colored the same black and blue as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with fancy tassels and embellished borders.

Noble thrones of gold where the king and queen sat are below a grand chandelier, and is adjoined by three large, but far less ornate seats for the princess, her son, and their sorceress. The sorceress’ throne sat on the king’s right side, a few meters apart at least.

A few feet before the thrones sat a wooden chair, in which the stranger sat in. The guards who accompanied him stood at each side of him. The stranger looked up at the current rulers of Misthaven, and he gave a slight smile.

“And what do you two want with me?” He asked, a hint of curiosity and annoyance in his voice. The guards glared at him for the way he spoke, but the king only chuckled softly.

“Leave, please,” he told the guards with a small wave of his hand. “We wish to speak to him alone.”

The stranger ran his left, metallic hand through his dark brown hair before he crossed his arms and legs.

“I’m David, the king of Misthaven,” said the king.

“And I’m Mary Margaret, the queen of Misthaven,” said the queen. “Do you carry the witcher’s emblem?”

“And your name, just to make things easier,” added the king with a small smile.

The stranger reached into his jerkin and pulled out a medallion on a silver chain that pictured a wolf baring its fangs.

“Killian Jones.” He replied, giving a small bow. “A pleasure to be here… Perhaps. May I ask what you want with me, your Majesties?”

“Have you not seen the notices?” David asked, rather confused. “Surely you have, knowing you look through notice boards for contracts and quests?”

“Anything related to kingdoms and such, I avoid,” Killian snorted. “I don’t have time to dilly-dally in politics and wars, your Majesty.”

He leaned back on his seat and he kept his eyes locked on them, hoping that this meeting was worth his time. He knew that they needed something from him, he just didn’t know what. He had to wait and stay a bit longer to get the answers he needed.

David only sighed, and he gave a glance at Mary Margaret, who nodded in response. He cleared his throat and he turned his attention to the witcher.

“Our daughter is missing,” he said, glancing at one of the empty thrones at Mary Margaret’s side. “For quite a while now too, a few weeks. We don’t know where she could’ve gone, or where she could’ve been taken. We do not believe nor think that she was kidnapped. Our castle is protected by strong magic, you see. We would know if someone breached our defenses.”

“Other than that, there were no signs of struggle in her room,” Mary Margaret added. “Her room is perfectly fine. No bits of magic could be sensed, as our sorceress says. We were hoping…”

She took David’s hand, who gripped her hand as she gripped his.

“If you could look for her for us,” she continued, a sad smile on her face.

Killian scratched at his beard, humming softly. Now he knew why he was here. It was strange to him that they were looking for him, out of so many witchers that exist. Other than that, why were they asking a witcher to look for her?

“Have you asked anyone else to search for her, your Majesties?” He asked, still scratching at his beard.

“We’ve sent out search parties, yet all of them were, unfortunately”—David shook his head—“unsuccessful. They’ve searched far and wide, and they were most unfortunate. Not even a small clue or lead has been found that could help.”

“We didn’t think it would be this bad, so we finally decided to search for a witcher.” Mary Margaret sighed.

“But why me?” Killian asked, not meaning to sound rude in any way.

“We’ve heard tales of you, just as you have heard tales of us.” David said, smiling as he gestured to the painted ceiling. “We’ve heard of how you have slayed many beasts, and found missing people, dead or alive. As well as—of course—the fact that you’re a witcher. We know what witchers are capable of. What they can do that not a simple human being can do.”

He frowned at the reply he got. It wasn’t what he wanted. As if reading his mind, David smiled and he continued.

“Other than that, we know you are capable of doing it. You’re the iconic witcher of the Enchanted Kingdom, witcher, everyone knows who you are. You’re the Geralt of Rivia of our kingdom, if I must say. If he is the Butcher of Blaviken, you are the Sentinel of Storybrooke.”

Killian sneered at the title he had, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Your Majesty,” he huffed. “With all due respect, I did not ask to have that title.”

“But you deserve it.” Mary Margaret laughed. “It fits you perfectly, just by knowing the story behind it. Even though you were minding your own business in the capital of our kingdom, some terrorists attacked and you immediately slayed them all! You were like a guardian, hidden in the shadows, only to show up when a disaster or catastrophe occurs. It’s like you come running to save the day.”

Killian scoffed this time. “I just do it for the money that you give me when I do “save the day,” and just use most of it to buy myself some better weapons and armor, and equipment for my horse. Sometimes an upgrade on my other hand.”

“Yet still,” Mary Margaret shrugged a bit, smiling softly. “You’re quite a legend and hero in the kingdom.”

“Which brings us back to the topic at hand,” David cleared his throat. “Our daughter. Will you take the job of looking for her? Doing everything you can to get hints or leads to search for her? And of course, to bring her back home safely and in one piece.”

“Surely I get something in return, your Majesties?” Killian asked, raising a brow.

“Of course you do, we know how witchers work. We have magically enhanced armor and weapons, made by the work of dwarves and the magic of our sorceress, and 1,500 crowns.”

Killian’s brows raised at the mention of how much crowns he would get if he is successful in his search for the princess. He looked down at the floor to think, scratching his beard. He smiled at the thought of what he could do with all that money. Go drinking, go to brothels, and travel the whole country too. There were endless things he could do with that much money.

“And if I’m not successful, just like your search parties?” He asked, raising his head to look at them again.

“Then, of course, you won’t get the reward,” David said. “I will not shout at you in front of others nor banish you from our kingdom, for I am not evil. My wife will not do the same as well, of course.”

He sighed heavily. “Yes, she is of age and old enough to do whatever she wants. But she is all we have and love, and without her presence here, it leaves a gaping hole in our hearts. It would mean so much if you return her to us, which is why you will get a very handsome reward in return.”

Killian sat still on his wooden seat, bouncing his leg as he played with his medallion in his fingers. With a hefty reward before him, he knew he would really enjoy that as the next trip to a brothel with a bottle of rum. Though, he was reminded of how hard it would be to look for someone who was missing for weeks now. Then he remembered the reward and how all the hard work would be so worth it. He was deep in thought, reconsidering his choices.

“So?” David asked after a few minutes of silence. “Will you do it?”

Killian looked up at them, a slight smirk on his handsome face. “Yes, I will.”

David and Mary Margaret were on the edge of their seats and they turned to each other. Their light fire of hope sparked into a flame. They could be so close to having their daughter in their arms again. Their hands met and they gripped each other’s hands in joy. But they must not rejoice just yet.

“Let’s not waste time,” David said, nodding at his wife before turning to the witcher. “You must speak to our sorceress and, if you ever find him, our daughter’s son.”

“Where can I find both?” Killian asked, immediately getting up from his chair.

“She’s always busy with her magic, so there is no doubt that she will be in her tower,” Mary Margaret answered. “But him… It will be rather difficult to find him. The young man goes around a lot. He’s mostly training in the courtyard, since he is a knight. But I’m sure you can find him in Granny’s, the best inn in Storybrooke.”

“Always playing gwent, that young man,” David couldn’t help but laugh.

“A smart man he is then,” Killian said, the corner of his lips curling slightly. “Well, thank you very much, your Majesties, for all the information. But if I may, may I also investigate your daughter’s room?”

“Of course, whatever you need to do,” Mary Margaret nodded. “As long as it helps you in your search.”

Killian nodded, and he slowly bowed very low. “I’ll be back soon, your Majesties.”

“We wish you good luck, Killian,” David said, calling him by his name for the first time.

He stood and he smiled before turning on his heel, leaving the throne room. He glanced at the guards at the door.

“Show me the way to the sorceress’ tower.” he said.

#Killian Jones #Prince Charming #Snow White #David Nolan #Mary Margaret Blanchard #OUAT fanfic #Witcher fanfic #The Witcher #Once Upon a Time #Captain Swan #CS fic #fanfic #AU #Alternate Universe #Crossover #The Runaway Princess of Misthaven

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a-starr-ion · 4 years ago

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The Runaway Princess of Misthaven (Chapter 3)

The King and Queen of the Enchanted Forest sent out search parties for their daughter that went missing. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful after weeks of no progress. In the end, they had to look for the iconic Witcher of their kingdom. A handsome reward was waiting for him, in exchange for bringing their daughter back home and in one piece. When he sets off with a sorceress and the princess’ son, they encounter problems and go on adventures. And all the while, they follow their leads to continue the search for the runaway princess. As their adventure progresses, romance blooms. Will they ever find the princess, or will they come back empty-handed?

Rating: M (there isn’t anything mature yet)

Part: 3/?

Chapter Summary: Killian meets the family’s sorceress and asks her about Emma’s disappearance. They both go to the kingdom’s capital to look for Emma’s son. The three of them have a little talk.

The story is on Tumblr: Ch.1 | Ch.2

And on AO3.

Chapter 3 - The Sorceress and the Knight

It was a rather tiring trip up so many flights of stairs, and he was glad that he finally made it. Killian stepped inside the only room in the highest tower in the whole castle, the guards that accompanied him standing guard outside.

The room was filled with many things, from vials and bottles of potions to thick books about magic. There were bookshelves on the walls. Notes with runes with ink spilled on a few of them on a table nearby. The sorceress who owned everything here was standing in front of a window, reading a book with her back towards Killian.

Killian glanced at the notes with runes, and he looked up at the sorceress. He cleared his throat, and the sorceress shut her book. She didn’t face him.

“Why am I not surprised that you’re their sorceress?” Killian asked, crossing his arms.

The sorceress let out a soft scoff and she finally faced him.

“Because I had no choice,” she said, her red lips forming into a frown.

“Were they too kind to not kill you, Regina?” Killian smirked a bit. “They wouldn’t kill you, so they forced you to be their sorceress?”

Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Don’t act like we’re close, witcher.”

“Of course,” he said, nodding as he chuckled lightly. “Forgive me.”

She approached him, and she set the book down on the table as she stared at him. “Why are you here? Let me guess, you want to ask me questions concerning Emma?”

“Of course,” he repeated. “It’s not like I know where her son is, but you’re here, so here I am as well.”

The corner of Regina’s lip twitched and she huffed, turning away from him. She fixed her notes to avoid looking at him. Killian simply watched her, arms crossed as he tapped his foot impatiently.

“I had nothing to do with her leaving,” Regina sighed angrily, arranging her notes. “Most think that I forced her to leave since I would have a good reason to do it: revenge on her parents. Yes, I’d love to get my revenge on them, but I would have a better plan.

“Forcing Emma to leave… Oh, please. Emma wouldn’t do it even if I forced her. Why would she? She’s a strong young woman. She would fight me if I ever dared to do something like that. So, no. I had nothing to do with her disappearance.”

She glanced at Killian, who only nodded and smiled at her. He sat on a nearby chair and he clasped his hands together. Regina set down her notes and she turned to him, raising a brow.

“Do you have anything to say?” She scoffed.

“Yes,” Killian replied. “Do you know why she would leave in the first place?”

They stared at each other for a few moments and Regina looked away, thinking deeply. Killian leaned against his chair and he crossed his legs, raising a brow. Regina leaned against the table and she chewed on her bottom lip in thought.

“I do have a thought,” she muttered, glancing up at the stone ceiling in thought. ��Perhaps it’s because of the Elder Blood in her… Maybe she left because she wanted to get stronger or…”

She slowly turned to him. “Maybe someone would want to use her powers.”

“I have a feeling you think it’s the latter,” Killian said, leaning forward.

“I have a feeling it’s not,” Regina huffed.

“How come?”

“Only a few people know of the Elder Blood she has, that being her parents, her son, and me.”

“Though, there are people that track down every known children of carriers.”

Regina sighed heavily, massaging the bridge of her nose. “Are you suggesting that someone could be chasing her?” She asked.

Killian smirked, and that’s all she needed to know.

She faced him. “And do you want to tell her parents that?” She asked. “They’d lose their minds!”

“Wouldn’t you like that?” He joked.

“Sure, but in all seriousness, do you want to tell Snow White and Charming that?”

“It’s one of the only two ideas we have. Unless, her son has a different idea?”

Their eyes met again and Regina thought deeply again. It would probably be a bad idea if they told Emma’s parents that someone could be chasing her. They’d turn the whole kingdom upside down just to know who would chase their daughter. With a kingdom in shambles, it would be hard for Regina to rule again. Though, if Emma’s son had another idea, and perhaps a better one, then maybe they’ll be at ease.

“Speaking of which,” Killian broke the silence. “Where is he?”

Regina snapped out of her thoughts. “Maybe at the inn, playing gwent. He wasn’t at the courtyard.”

Killian got up from the seat, clapping his hands. “Let’s go then. Make a portal.”

Regina eyes him from head to toe. “I prefer going there by myself.” She said, disgust on her face. “You smell like a corpse.”

“I beg to differ,” Killian scoffed. “Some say I smell like death and destiny. Along with heroics and heartbreak.”

“No, that’s the rum you drink, the perfume of strumpets, and the smell of sex.”

“Regina, please. Just so we don’t run out of time.”

Regina grumbled and she turned away from him, using her magic to make a portal appear before them. “Well, hurry up then.” She harrumphed as she walked into the portal with Killian.

They appeared just outside of a huge inn, it was full of people who chattered and laughed loudly. Killian glanced at the sign, which read “Granny’s”. When people nearby recognized Regina, they cowered in fear and avoided her eyes. God knows what she’ll do if she catches you staring at her. Together, Killian and Regina went inside the inn.

It was lively inside, bards performing on a stage as villagers and noblemen alike watched. The aroma of delicious food filled the air, and Killian couldn’t help but look into his pouch of money. Regina nudged him with her elbow, and he looked up at her to see a disappointed look on her face.

“We’re here to look for Henry, not buy food and alcohol,” she said, trying not to scowl.

“I know, I’ll buy food and alcohol later,” he scoffed, keeping his pouch.

They looked around the huge inn, and with lots of people around them, it was quite hard to spot a young man. Killian used his witcher senses to look around, listening closely if he could hear a group of people playing gwent.

“It’s too loud, and there’s too many people,” Killian scoffed. “What does Henry look like?”

“Brown hair, quite tall,” Regina shrugged. “Maybe he’s wearing his gold armor.”

“Alright,” he nodded, beginning to walk and look around.

Regina stood near the door, arms crossed as she watched Killian disappear into a crowd of dancing drunk people.

Killian looked around for someone who fit the description that Regina gave him, and he finally found him. Sitting at a table at a far corner of the inn, Henry was winning a round against an older man. A few people surrounded them, watching how the round was going.

When Killian approached, unnoticed by the two players, Henry’s opponent passed and gave up. The small crowd laughed and Henry shook hands with his opponent.

“Nice game,” he said, grinning. “You were close to beating me.”

“But of course, no one could beat you, Master Henry,” the old man replied.

Killian cleared his throat, and both players turned their attention to him. Henry stared up at him with a rather sad expression. He knew why he was here. Henry sighed heavily and he picked up his cards.

“Can we talk—” Killian spoke, only to be interrupted by Henry.

“Of course, I don’t have a choice anyway,” Henry replied, glancing up at him. “Can you excuse us, please? I’ll get my reward soon.”

The small crowd immediately walked off, the old man quickly clearing up his cards before hurrying off.

“Do you want to talk outside?” Killian asked. “With… Regina?”

Henry cleared up all his cards and he picked up one, staring at it with a forlorn expression. He hid it in a pocket of his trousers before he got up.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he nodded at Killian.

They walked off and joined Regina by the door. With a nod from Killian, she left the inn with them behind her. They stood outside the inn, and Regina brushed Henry’s hair with her hand. He glanced at her with a smile, and Regina smiled back. Killian couldn’t help but chuckle quietly.

“So, what do you want to ask me?” Henry asked Killian.

“Do you have an idea as to why your mom would leave so suddenly?” He asked him.

“Well,” he sighed, his hand unconsciously pulling out the gwent card from his pocket. He gripped it as he looked at Killian. “I’ve thought that it was because of her Elder Blood… Maybe she could be running away from someone who’d want to use her abilities for the wrong reason.”

Regina and Killian glanced at each other nervously, and Henry noticed. He loosened his grip on his card and he stared at both of them. “Did the two of you think the same…?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, yes, of course,” Regina said. “It makes sense too. She has something that others would love to have their hands on.”

Henry looked at her worriedly.

“Which, of course, we will prevent,” she continued, clearing her throat.

“We?” Killian asked, turning to her. “I don’t think we came to an agreement that you’re helping me look for Emma.”

“But I’m helping you anyway,” Regina faced him too. “Only because it’s what’s expected of me.”

“Can I help?” Henry piped up, his hand playing with his gwent card.

Killian and Regina turned their attention to Henry who looked at them expectantly. The two glanced at each other and they both said, “Absolutely not.”

Henry frowned and he stopped playing with the card.

“Why not?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“You’re too young to come with,” Regina said.

“I’m seventeen.”

“You could get hurt,” Killian added.

“ I’m a knight. I’m good with a sword.”

“Would your grandparents approve?” Regina asked.

Henry blinked and he sighed heavily. “I just want to help look for my mom. Regina, you know I can do it. You and mom raised me and watched me grow. You know I’m capable of helping!”

Regina stared at him with a stern expression and she crossed her arms. Henry did the same and he gripped the card in his hand again. He glanced at the card and he frowned sadly.

“This gwent card is one of the few things I have left of her,” he said. “She didn’t really give it to me, she gave me a gwent card of myself. But still, it’s a gwent card of her. Every time I see it, I miss her even more. I want to be there when you look for her.”

Killian glanced at the card and he saw Emma on it; she was wielding a sword as she used magic on one hand, an army in blue and black armor right behind her. He turned his attention to a gloomy looking Henry. There was silence for a while, and Henry’s expression changed. He looked determined.

“I’m going with you anyway,” he said. “I’ll convince my grandparents. I’m sure they’d let me.”

“Great, another reason for me to leave as soon as possible.” Killian said. “Regina, you go with him. I’m not letting you tag along too.”

“What—” Regina said.

Killian turned on his heel and he was slowly walking away. “Take all the time you need to convince the king and queen,” he called out. “I’ll be gone the moment you two have convinced them.”

“And where are you going?” Regina asked, clearly annoyed.

“Back to the castle, I’m investigating her room.” Killian yelled. With that, he was gone in a crowd of people.

Regina and Henry looked through the crowd before they glanced at each other.

“We might as well use a portal to get a headfirst,” Regina said.

“Definitely,” Henry nodded in agreement.

#Killian Jones #Regina Mills #Henry Mills #OUAT fanfic #Witcher fanfic #The Witcher #Once Upon a Time #Captain Swan #CS fic #fanfic #AU #Alternate Universe #Crossover #The Runaway Princess of Misthaven

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a-starr-ion · 4 years ago

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The Runaway Princess of Misthaven (Chapter 1)

Rating: M (there isn’t anything mature yet)

Part: 1/?

Chapter Summary: We meet the witcher Killian for the first time. He causes a bit of trouble but gets saved.

The story is on Tumblr:

And on AO3.

Chapter 1 - The Witcher

A laden, black and white horse was cantering down a dirt path. The man mounting the horse was dressed in a hooded cloak. His face couldn't be seen, despite the sunlight shining. The passer-bys drew their attention to him.

He stopped in front of the Mellow Brook Inn, and listened to the loud chattering of people from within. He dismounted from his horse and led his horse to a small stable. He entered the Inn and looked around. As expected, it was quite full and loud.

He approached the innkeeper at his counter, who examined the man before him. The stranger, still wearing his hooded cloak, stood stiffly in front of the counter.

“Ah, it’s you,” the innkeeper said. “Did you kill the beast yet?”

“I did,” replied the outsider. “It was a forktail. Had a nest at an abandoned tower.”

The innkeeper nodded and pulled out a small pouch full of Crowns. “As long as it’s gone, we’re good. Here, your pay.”

The outsider took it and began counting how much they had paid him. He shrugged and said, “150 crowns isn’t so bad… Let me see what you have in stock.”

The innkeeper showed him a variety of alcohol and food, which the man looked through. He checked the amount of money he had and decided to buy 10 loaves of bread and 2 pints of Kaedweni stout. He kept his pouch of money and food, and walked to an empty table at a corner of the inn.

He didn’t care that he reeked of death and that he had earned new wounds all over his body. He was tired. He took off his hood and cloak, revealing a handsome stubbled face. He ran one wounded hand through his dark brown hair. Those around him noticed that he carried two swords strapped to his back. He ignored the murmurs and stares of the people in the inn, and ate in peace.

A pockmarked and lanky man approached him, two of his companions right behind him. He had not taken his eyes off him the moment the outsider stepped inside.

“There’s no room here for Enchanted Forest scum like you,” rasped the pockmarked man. “Are you here to show off that you live a decent life there, while we rot down here?”

“Don’t bother talking to him,” said one of his companions. “His ears are full of bullshit magic from their kingdom.”

“Leave already!” said the other after he laughed at his friend’s remark.

The man of the Enchanted Forest finally turned to them.

“At least let me finish my food.”

“Here, we’ll help you,” snarled the pockmarked man before flipping the table over. He grabbed the stranger by the collar of his shirt. One of the men raised a fist to strike only to hit the pockmarked man. The outsider had ducked just in time. He unsheathed a steel sword, and blood spilled in only seconds. A woman screeches and most of the people inside ran for the door. The innkeeper was now hiding behind his counter, cowering in fear. A decapitated hand fell to the ground, next to the pockmarked man who had lost his head as well. His head rolled on the ground. The other two laid motionless on the wooden floor. The innkeeper slowly turned to the gruesome scene before him, stared for a few moments, and vomited.

The stranger took a step back, two hands grasping the sword as he swung it in the air. One hand of his seemed like it was made of metal. No one moved. Their fearful eyes met his bright cat-like eyes that were shining with anger. Fear was clear on their faces, and they were frozen in place.

With a loud crash and clangs of heavy armor, three guards came rushing in. They had truncheons in their hands, but once they laid eyes on the bodies, they drew their swords. The outsider backed up, and pointed his sword at the guards.

“Put that down!” One of the guards ordered him, his voice trembling. “Put that down!”

“Get the men, damn it!” The second guard yelled at the third guard. “He won’t leave so easily!”

“You don’t have to, mate,” the stranger said, putting the dagger back. “I’ll come by myself.”

“You’ll go at the end of a rope!!” Yelled the trembling guard.

The outsider sighed heavily and he cracked the bones in his neck. He slowly approached the guards with both his hands raised, and he swiftly drew a complicated sign in the air with one hand. There was another scream, and everyone had already run out. The guards stood up straight, eyes dazed and dreamy.

“I’ll come by myself,” the stranger repeated. “I’ll follow right behind you as you lead the way.”

“Yes, sir,” the guard mumbled. He walked towards the exit, the other two followed him out with a slow pace. The stranger followed them, but another guard stepped inside the Inn. He was dressed in different armor, unlike the other three.

“No need, witcher.” He spoke.

The guard under the stranger’s spell came to a halt, causing the other two behind him to stop.

“And who are you?” Asked the hypnotized guard.

“I’m a guard, you dimwit.” The guard scoffed. He turned to the stranger, and said, “You do not have to go to the castellan of Blackburn. You’re coming with me.”

“Why should he?” The trembling guard hissed.

“From orders of the king of Misthaven,” the new guard hissed in return.

The stranger raised an eyebrow, observing the new guard. The guard seemed to be telling the truth for he recognized the craftsmanship and coat of arms. An apple with an arrow and sword piercing it. He felt his medallion humming and he pulled it out of his jerkin. It was of a wolf’s head, baring its fangs. Black and blue colors, that certain coat of arms, and powerful magic? Only one kingdom can have such distinct armor enhanced with strong magic.

The stranger stared at the guard, and he scoffed. “What does the king of the Enchanted Forest want with me?”

“So our sources were correct,” said the guard of Misthaven, a sly smile on his face. “You’re the witcher we’re looking for.”

He turned his attention to the three confused guards and waved them off. “It’s best to let me take charge here. Go on, off you go.”

The trembling guard protested. “H-He has to be punished! Do you not see the dead bodies on the floor?”

The guard of Misthaven glanced at the bodies and shrugged. “I’m sure they had their reasons. Now come, witcher.”

Before the other guard could protest again, the guard of Misthaven pulled out a sword. “Must I repeat myself? He’s coming with me. The king has ordered his men to search the kingdom far and wide for a certain witcher. Now that I have found him, I must return with him in tow. Or do you dare defy the king?”

The guard shut his mouth.

“Now,” the guard sheathed his sword before glancing at the stranger. “Will you come?”

The stranger sighed and shrugged. “Aye,” he replied. “What do I have to lose?”

“Good,” the guard said. “Fetch your horse and follow.”

The guard left the Inn, the stranger right behind him. He approached his black and white horse, gently stroking its head. The horse neighed and the stranger smiled. He pulled an apple out of the Zerrikanian saddlebags his horse had. He fed it to the horse before giving him a pat on his side. He mounted his horse, gripping the reins. “Come on, Leviathan.”

#Killian Jones #OUAT fanfic #Witcher fanfic #Once Upon a Time #The Witcher #Captain Swan #fanfic #AU #Alternate Universe #Crossover #The Runaway Princess of Misthaven

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a-starr-ion · 4 years ago

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The Runaway Princess of Misthaven (Chapter 4)

The King and Queen of the Enchanted Forest sent out search parties for their daughter that went missing. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful after weeks of no progress. In the end, they had to look for the iconic Witcher of their kingdom. A handsome reward was waiting for him, in exchange for bringing their daughter back home and in one piece. When he sets off with a sorceress and the princess’ son, they encounter problems and go on adventures. And all the while, they follow their leads to continue the search for the runaway princess. As their adventure progresses, romance blooms. Will they ever find the princess, or will they come back empty-handed?

Rating: M (there isn’t anything mature yet)

Part: 4/?

Chapter Summary: Henry and Regina go back to the castle to convince Snow White and Charming to let Henry take part in the quest of the search for Emma. Meanwhile, Killian investigates Emma’s room, and he finds a first lead that starts their journey.

The story is on Tumblr: Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch. 3

And on AO3.

Chapter 4 - First Lead

“You are not going, Henry.”

Charming looked very serious about this, and yet, so did Henry. They stared at each other while Snow and Regina kept quiet and watched. Henry crossed his arms and he frowned.

“I want to help find my mom,” he said. “That’s all I ask for! I want to be there when they find her. I won’t be able to sit here and wait, so I want to be of some help. My years of training should be able to help me out there so it’s worth it!”

“Henry, there’s no training dummies out there,” Charming sighed angrily. “There’s bandits, monsters, and even dragons! You can die out there, and we don’t—”

“I can fight them alongside Killian!” Henry interrupted.

“We don’t want to lose you too!” Charming shot up from his throne.

Snow gripped Charming’s arm, looking up at him as she shook her head. Their eyes met and he sat back down, gripping the armrests of his throne. Regina placed a hand on Henry’s shoulder, and he calmed down and relaxed, sighing heavily.

“Henry, look,” Snow gently said, compared to her husband. “We’ve lost Emma already, and if we lose you too… We’d be devastated. I know that you want to help, but we know that you might not be ready yet.”

“But—” Henry said.

“I, personally, think he is ready to go,” Regina spoke up.

All eyes turned to her.

“He has proven himself worthy already. He’s only seventeen and yet, look at him; he’s the Captain of the Royal Guard. If Killian won’t be able to watch over him, I’ll do it. If this is what he wants, then perhaps we should give it to him.”

The whole throne room was silent, and Henry stared at Regina with a slight smile on his face. Snow and Charming glanced at each other. They glanced at the ones before them, and Charming sighed again.

“Just promise us, Henry, that you come back in one piece.” He told Henry.

Henry’s eyes lit up and he grinned. He bowed very lowly and Regina bowed not too low. Henry saluted with a proud smile on his face.

“Thank you very much,” he said. “I’ll be sure to come back home in one piece.”

“So will Emma,” Regina added.

Charming nodded with a smile and he waved his hand. “Go now. Prepare everything you need already, because Killian will be leaving sooner or later.”

Henry and Regina bowed once more and they left the throne room. Snow held Charming’s hand and gently rubbed circles on his skin. Charming turned to her and he kissed her hand gently.

“They’ll be fine, you know it,” Snow said reassuringly. “You always find us, don’t you? I’m sure Emma and Henry will be here before you know it.”

Charming nodded in agreement. “That’s all I ask for. I’d join them if I have too.”

“But sadly, we both can’t leave. All we have to do is wait…”

“All we have to do is wait, indeed…”

Killian had just arrived at Emma’s room the moment that Regina and Henry left the throne room. He sighed and he looked around the room. There were so many things he could look through. He opened a drawer of the bedside table next to Emma’s bed, and saw nothing but blank parchment papers and new quills.

He crossed his arms and he looked around again. There were bookshelves with books that had pieces of paper in between pages. Shelves with more books on them. A desk with papers scattered around it. The four poster bed looked clean and organized. The stone floor looked as ordinary as can be.

He knelt on the ground to look under the bed, but he saw nothing but dust. He got up and opened books on the bookshelves, finding out that the papers were notes for her studies. He went to the desk and saw more notes on the papers. He picked them up one by one and read them.

“Nothing but to-do lists that are days old,” he huffed, reading the lists. “Train with Henry… Magic lessons with Regina… Get her armor and weapons repaired… Hmm, they must be training so hard that her equipment needed to be repaired.”

He set the notes back down and he opened the drawer of the desk. There were more quills and parchments, small empty vials and potion bottles, and gwent cards. Out of curiosity, he picked up a vial and sniffed it. He could tell what potions Emma had, but he didn’t think it was important. She needed buffs for training, that’s all. Or could it be because she was escaping and she definitely needed buffs?

He decided to keep this in mind and he kept the vials back where they belong. He shut the drawer and he looked around the room again. He saw, on a wall nearby, a painting of her family was framed. Henry was a little boy sitting beside Emma on a gold bench, Snow and Charming standing behind them. Killian smiled to himself and he thought, could there be something behind the painting?

He carefully removed the painting from the wall and he examined the stone wall. The bricks looked completely fine. Nothing was wrong with it. He turned his attention to the back of the painting, and saw nothing too.

“Emma’s clever,” he said to himself. “There’s absolutely nothing here.”

He put the painting back and he looked around the room again. He glanced at the door and he looked around the room. He got on all floors and began to crawl on the floor, looking at the bricks on the wall. He looked underneath her desk, her wardrobe, and her bed again. There was nothing of importance, or anything that caught his attention. He was about to give up, getting up again. Then he thought, what about behind the headboard?

He pulled the bed back just enough so he could get behind the bed. He examined the wall carefully, hoping to see something for once. He used his witcher senses, and that’s when he saw it; a brick that was a bit loose, compared to the others. To the normal human eye, it looked as normal as possible. But to Killian, he can see even the tiniest of scratches on the brick. He smirked and he pulled the loose brick out, looking inside the cache. He pulled out a thick journal that he found inside it.

He blew the dust off and he brushed the dust off. He examined it carefully, and he opened it up. Emma had been writing for quite a long time now, the first entry was from two years before. Killian scanned it, seeing if there was anything important. Other than seeing that she had failed something Regina told her to do, or lost to a round of gwent with Henry, Killian moved to the other pages.

Nothing from the past two years was important, and Killian sighed heavily. He didn’t want to read so many journal entries, but he knew he had no choice. He continued to read the remaining entries, until he made it to one entry. It was just a few weeks old, at least days before she disappeared.

Killian leaned against the wall as he read it, taking in everything.

I know I’m not feeling things, or losing my mind. I know that someone is watching me. Even if I sit alone, candlelight being the only thing keeping me company in this room, I know someone is . I know why someone would be after me. It’s the Elder Blood in me, and I know it is. If someone gets their hands on me, it could mean the end of the world. I’ll be running away from now. If I stay here, I could bring danger to my family. To Henry. I’m thinking of going to Novigrad, blend in with the many people there, get lost in the huge crowds. It would be nice to ask for assistance from someone. But I think I know someone who could help me. I’ll go anywhere else, because I’m certain I can’t stay in Novigrad for too long. The one chasing me could lay their hands on me if I stay any longer there.

Killian hummed in thought, and he flipped to the next page.

I met with Ruby today, and it wasn’t easy to convince her to get her to help me. With her history of running here and there, I knew she would help me. She said she’d get me a horse outside of the castle at night, and I could run away at last. I’ll head to Novigrad, as I intend to, and stay there for as long as I can. If I get the feeling that I have been followed, I’ll go wherever I can go. I’ve had my weapons and armor repaired, and I’ve made a few potions. I’ll head off as soon as Ruby brings the horse. No matter how much I want to stay here, I know I have to leave just to protect my family.

Killian moved to the next page, only to find it completely blank. He flipped through the other pages, yet they were also empty.

“Damn it,” he sighed heavily, shutting the journal. “This is the last one she wrote…”

He put the brick back, and he decided to keep the journal for now. He knew he might need it again soon. He pushed the bed back into its spot and he crossed his arms.

“Novigrad…” He muttered. “That’s all I’ve got for now… But there’s also Ruby… I might as well ask her before I leave Misthaven.”

He glanced at the journal and he smirked. “Well… A hefty reward awaits me.”

“We convinced them.” Henry grinned at Killian. “We even finished before you did.”

“And you said you’d be gone when we finished,” Regina added, clearly amused. “Well, that didn’t age well, did it?”

Regina and Henry stood outside the castle with some bags with them. Henry still wore his golden armor, and Regina wore a rather elegant navy blue dress. They were all packed up and ready to go, it seems.

Killian stared at them with a blank expression and he sighed heavily. “Then I suppose I have no choice than to let you two follow?” He asked.

“Of course,” Regina said. “Snow and Charming let Henry go, and I was supposed to tag along with you anyway.”

“Besides, we’re all packed up already.” Henry pointed out. “We’ve even got our horses with us.”

Killian sighed again and he shrugged. “Fine,” he said. “Let me get my horse first…”

Henry smiled and he nodded, getting on his horse. “Where are we going to go first?” He asked.

“We’re looking for someone named Ruby,” Killian replied.

“Ruby?” Regina asked as she got onto her horse. “Ruby Lucas?”

“I don’t know, is she the only Ruby in town?” Killian asked, raising a brow.

“She is,” Henry replied. “She works at Granny’s.”

“If only I researched Emma’s room first.” Killian grumbled to himself. “I would’ve left without them by now…”

“What was that?” Regina asked, eyes narrowed.

“Nothing,” Killian quickly replied. “I’ll go get Leviathan.”

“What about us?” Henry said.

“Meet me at Granny’s.” Killian answered. “And don’t do anything there without me yet.”

#Killian Jones #Regina Mills #Henry Mills #David Nolan #Mary Margaret Blanchard #Snow White #Prince Charming #OUAT fanfic #Witcher fanfic #The Witcher #Once Upon a Time #Captain Swan #CS fic #fanfic #AU #Alternate Universe #crossover #The Runaway Princess of Misthaven

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