#captain duckling au

[searchingwardrobes]

Scarborough Fair 9/?

Yes, it's true. You aren't dreaming. I am finally updating this long-neglected fic! Not only that, but I will be finishing it. As a matter of fact, you will have an update every day this week. If anyone still cares, that is, lol. I know the fandom isn't what it once was. However, I suddenly got inspired again to finish this. So whether or not anyone reads it, it's getting the resolution it deserves. Why did I neglect it for so long? Writer's block. I just haven't written hardly a thing in at least a year, probably longer. So when I laid awake, unable to sleep because I was finishing this fic in my head, I was ecstatic. That's why I'm finishing it whether anyone reads it or not. Of course, if you are still reading it, may I politely suggest commenting? It definitely feeds the muse!

Rest assured, there will be an update tomorrow. I don't have much going on tomorrow, and I actually planned more in this chapter originally. So be looking out for that!

Much thanks to the two biggest fans of this fic, Krystal @kmomof4 and Marta @snowbellewells - re-reading your reblogs of this fic helped kick me back into high gear!

And as an extra treat, here is a picture of Emma's wedding dress in this chapter:

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 1k in this chapter

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

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Liam and Ingrid, unsurprisingly, had concerns when they came home to Emma and Killian announcing their engagement. Anna, unsurprisingly, was bouncing up and down with joy. 

“Are you sure you’re proposing for the right reasons?” Was their main question for Killian.

“Well, the main reason is I love her,” he told them with conviction, “but it’s also the timing. She needs me. I know deep in my bones I was always meant to be her husband, so if she needs me now, why wait?”

“Are you sure you aren’t just accepting out of fear? Because it’s safe?” Was their main question for Emma.

Emma’s answer was delivered with just as much conviction. “It isn’t just that I feel safe with Killian; I love him. Shouldn’t love feel safe, anyway? And I feel the same way he does. If we waited five more years, or ten, or twenty, nothing would change. We’re meant to be together.”

Liam and Ingrid couldn’t pretend to be surprised. Both of them had noticed a soulmate type of connection between Emma and Killian for a long time. They also couldn’t deny the logic of the decision when it came to Emma’s security and the baby’s. There was only one other concern.

“What about school?”

“I can finish high school married just as well as I can single,” Emma told them with a shrug, and Killian vowed he wouldn’t get in the way of her education. 

“But Boston College, Killian?”

He squared his shoulders and looked his brother dead in the eyes. “I won’t be returning. I’ve already told my boss he can count on me full time with the construction company. He’s promoting me to a foreman position, so I can easily support Emma. When the baby’s a little older, I can enroll at Red Oak and get my degree there.” 

Liam wanted to argue, but there really wasn’t anything wrong with Killian’s plan. Lots of people worked a year or two, or longer, before getting a degree. He wanted to say that Boston College was a lot more prestigious than Red Oak, but he knew full well it was a pretty weak argument. Killian would save a lot of money by transferring to Red Oak, not to mention gaining job experience. He let out a long breath and shared a meaningful look with his wife. 

“Well okay, then,” she said, her signature grin filling her face, “let’s plan a wedding!”

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A date was set for mid-August, giving Emma two weeks between the wedding and the first day of her senior year. Unfortunately, Elsa wouldn’t be back from her study abroad program in time for the ceremony. It also gave them only three weeks to throw a wedding together. Thankfully, neither Emma nor Killian were big on grand ceremonies. 

The first item on Ingrid’s checklist was the venue. The bride and groom solved that easily: their own living room. Anna and Ingrid - and Elsa via Zoom - tried to protest that it was too small, but Emma just shrugged them off. 

“We can just pull out all the furniture and line up folding chairs. It’s not like we’re inviting that many people.”

Ingrid was concerned that the second item, the dress, would be impossible. Fate, however, seemed to be in their favor. Emma found a vintage dress that suited her personality perfectly at a thrift store downtown. She hadn’t even been dress shopping that day. Ingrid had taken her for ice cream after one of her prenatal appointments, and they had decided to stroll around the square with their ice cream cones. They were simply walking along the sidewalk, licking scoops of chocolate ice cream, and suddenly, there it was, displayed in a window. 

Emma wasn’t even sure it was meant to be a wedding dress, but it didn’t really matter. It was a cream colored, empire-wasted, sleeveless dress with one tier on the bottom of the long skirt. The fabric had a delicate floral pattern in light gold that shimmered when Emma moved. The top was a halter, which flattered Emma’s fuller bust due to her pregnancy. The empire waist also masked her growing baby bump and provided plenty of room in case she gained more in the next few weeks. When she tried it on, Ingrid started to cry. 

An employee stopped to admire Emma. “We just got that in yesterday,” she told her. “A woman told us it was her mother’s prom dress in 1976.”

Emma’s mouth fell open as she locked eyes with Ingrid. Her foster mother pressed her hands to her mouth and let out a happy squeak. 

“It’s fate, Emma,” she told her, and the two embraced. 

They left the store with the dress lovingly wrapped in its original box, having paid a whopping thirty-five dollars and seventy-five cents. 

 Every single item on Ingrid’s list was checked off with simple solutions by the bride and groom:

Killian’s tux? Well, if Emma was wearing a 70s prom dress from a thrift shop, Killian would find a thrift store suit, too.

The food? A potluck lunch would do just fine. 

The cake? The ones at the grocery store would do. As George Banks said in Father of the Bride, a cake is just flour, eggs, and sugar, right? Or something. 

The only thing Killian was concerned about was a place to live. Sure, he knew his brother and Ingrid would never kick them out, and there was at least a modicum of privacy in his attic suite. Still, it would be a little awkward, for one. More than that, however, was Killian’s pride. If he was really providing for Emma and the baby, he should be able to put a roof over their heads. 

His pride wouldn’t even allow him to go to his own brother with his concerns. Yet, Liam somehow knew anyway. Which was why he greeted Killian at the door one evening, a week and a half before the wedding, with a huge grin on his face and a slip of paper in his hand with an address on it. 

After hearing what Liam had to say, Killian raced eagerly up the stairs to Emma’s room with the good news. He came to a sudden stop in Emma’s open doorway, the smile falling from his face. She was sitting atop her bed, hugging a pillow, hastily wiping tears from her cheeks. Her mother’s journal rested atop the quilt beside her. 

“Hey,” Killian said softly as he entered the room, “what’s wrong?”

Emma slid over to make space for him on the bed, still trying to wipe the traces of tears from her cheeks. Killian picked up her mother’s journal as he made himself comfortable against the throw pillows along the headboard. Emma lifted his arm, put it around her shoulders, and tucked herself against him. 

“Is it the curse?”

She shook her head. “It’s my mom,” she told him softly.

He waited, rubbing her arm gently, and pressing his lips to the top of her head. Emma let out a shaky sigh before continuing.

“I wish I knew where she was. I’m getting married, and she doesn’t even know.”

Killian nodded but said nothing. Emma lifted her head just enough to look up at him. 

“Is it crazy that I wish she could be there?”

“Of course not. She’s your mother.”

“My insane, homeless, unpredictable mother who threw glass bottles at my head.”

Killian chuckled lightly. “True,” he tapped the green, cloth-covered notebook resting on the bedspread, “but I think reading her journal has given you a glimpse of the woman she was before. I think it’s made you realize, maybe for the first time, what you’ve lost.”

“That makes sense. I think I’m also worried that we haven’t heard from her in so long.”

Killian didn’t know what to say to ease her worries, so he cupped her face in his hand, tipped her chin up, and covered her lips with his. The kiss started gentle, intended simply to comfort, but then she responded so fervently and eagerly, that he lost himself. He shifted so she was beneath him, which caused a mewling sound to pass her lips that drove him wild. Emma slid her hand beneath his t-shirt, sending shivers up his spine as her fingers caressed his lower back. His hand grasped her waist, and his thumb slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. At the simple contact, Emma arched into him, and he began to trail kisses along her jawline. With one hand still on his back, her other hand threaded through his hair. She gasped when his lips trailed to the sensitive skin behind her ear, and something about the sound snapped him out of his haze of desire.

Killian pulled away abruptly and sat up, putting some distance between them. Emma still lay there on the bed, her face flushed, her hair splayed out on the pillows beneath her, a look of confusion marring her brow. 

“I’m sorry, Emma,” he said thickly, fixing his own mussed hair with shaking hands. 

“What for?” Emma asked indignantly, sitting up beside him. “We’re engaged.”

He turned to her and took her face gently in both hands. “I know. I love you, Emma, and I plan to cherish you. You deserve that. After everything you’ve been through, I’m not going to take you like this, hurried and frantic, thinking in the back of our minds that someone could interrupt us at any moment.”

Emma glanced sheepishly at the still open door and giggled. “Then close the door next time.”

He laughed with her and pulled her to him, holding her gently. He ran his fingers through her slightly tangled hair. 

“I want to make love to you. Slowly. Thoroughly.”

Emma shivered in his arms. “Are you trying to torture me on purpose?”

He laughed again. “I feel a bit tortured, myself, truth be told. But we only have a week and a half. Then we’ll have the time and the privacy we deserve.”

“Time maybe. But privacy?”

Killian pulled the forgotten slip of paper from his pocket. “Yes, privacy.”

Emma snatched it from his hand, looking at it curiously as she settled in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed. “An address?”

“Our address,” he told her, grinning broadly.

“For real?” Emma’s eyes widened.

“For real.”

Emma squealed and threw her arms around his neck. He laughed as she peppered kisses all over his face. 

“How?” she finally asked. 

“There’s a professor of archaeology taking a sabbatical to do a dig in Greece. He told Liam he was looking for someone to take care of his house while he’s gone. So it’s ours. For free.”

“For free?”

Killian shrugged. “Well, there are also some maintenance things on the house I’m agreeing to do for him free of charge, but basically.”

Emma gazed in shock and happiness at the paper in her hands. “It’s too good to be true.”

“It’s fate.”

Emma’s eyes shone with happy tears as she looked back up at him. “It really is.”

Killian was ready to throw caution to the wind and press Emma back down into the pillows when Ingrid appeared in the doorway. He was worried what she would say, seeing him on Emma’s bed, but Ingrid seemed too ecstatic to notice. 

“We’ve found her!” she told them. 

“Who?” Emma asked. 

“Your mom!”

[theartofdreaming1]

Some more Captain Swan (or would this qualify as Captain Duckling? idk)

This started out as a simple, mindless ouat doodle, but then my brain decided to come up with bits and pieces of a story for this while I was working on it, so... If you're interested, you can read the basic premise under the cut:

Basically, we have bar wench Emma teaming up with infamous pirate Captain Hook to bring down the Dark One: Killian has finally gotten a way to get rid of the damn crocodile and Emma has learned of that while the crew of the Jolly Roger stopped by the tavern she works at; for Emma, it's about getting her son back (Neal/Baelfire is still Henry's father in this AU, but left the realm to escape his father, so Rumple's trying to use Henry to track down Neal, i guess)... Anyway, Emma steals onto the Jolly Roger (to steal whatever magical item required to best the Dark One or to stowaway on board, your pick), gets discovered by our good captain ('feisty lass' that she is, she still manages to hold a dagger to his throat before he gets the best of her - there are on his ship, after all), she reveals why she's doing this in the first place - to reunite with her son - and they strike an accord to work together as they share a common goal... Shenanigans ensue, (and no, there is connection/bond between them that's growing closer over time, Emma is absolutely positive of that, thank you very much ;), plans go awry - they are chased by a monster of some sort, Killian decides to fight it off, to give Emma some more time to flee - she has to make it back to her son, after all - and tells her to go, to leave him behind... (but we know she doesn't listen... she never does ;)

Something like that, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (and hey, if any Captain Swan writers out there feel like writing that story for me, let me know - I'd love to read it!)

(Also, I'm kind of happy how dynamic the poses in this drawing have turned out! I reworked the lineart a couple of times, not sure if I was wasting my time but while I liked the og sketch, I think the end result is a definite improvement)

Og sketch/doodle:

[princess-and-the-swan]

MC Fic Rec: Until We Meet Again

By @searchingwardrobes | Rating: M

As a joke, Liam Jones pays a gypsy to show 15 year old Killian his true love in her magic mirror. When Killian looks in the mirror, he falls through realms and time until coming face to face with a 15 year old Emma Swan. Because I'm obsessed with younger versions of Killian meeting younger versions of Emma. Complete This is one of my favorite CS fanfictions and one that is so nostalgic for me since I credit this fic with getting me into the world of CS fanfics and I don't see this fic getting recommended enough. There's just something about these lieutenant duckling fics that I'm an absolute sucker for! This fic is a mix of an enchanted forest au and a modern au, but since it mostly takes place in the land with no magic, I classify it as the latter.

Read it on AO3

[rosie-posie1313]

Hockey Fic Recs

06/14/2025

updated: 07/13/2025

Sidney Crosby

⭒ Sleepless in Pittsburgh by @rowdyluv

⭒ DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED by @nylqnder

⭒ family skate  by @mrsonmyr

⭒ it ain’t me babe  by @angelsuecult

⭒ Emergency Contact by @lightsoutmatthews

⭒ perfect places by @angelsuecult

⭒ THE LONG WAY BACK by @trevuorzegras

Mathew Barzal

⭒ Meet Cute  by @nathaslosthershit

⭒ A lovesick girl calling her tired brother by @/nathaslosthershit

⭒ Five Times You Almost Kissed Mat Barzal and The One Time You Did by @prettytoxicrevolver

⭒ Visceral In Doses masterlist  by @drewsbuzzcut

⭒ Midnight Kisses by @/drewsbuzzcut

⭒ Loyalty by @tessisawriter

⭒ Being Matt Martin’s Little Sister and Dating Mat Barzal Would Include: by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

⭒ Forever Yours  by @sc0tters

⭒ Helping Hand by @/sc0tters

⭒ In The Break by @/sc0tters

⭒ A Lifeline by @/sc0tters

⭒ Voicemail by @doc-pickles

⭒ baby daddy by @/doc-pickles

⭒ sick day by @/doc-pickles

⭒ 8:18 AM  by @undertaurus

⭒ Red, White & Blue by @bitchinbarzal

⭒ “You’re so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you’re just a dream.”  by @mendeshoney

⭒ “I can’t wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again.” by @/mendeshoney

⭒ Argument by @/mendeshoney

⭒ girl at home by @midnightsnyx

⭒ girl at home pt 2 by @/midnightsnyx

⭒ girl at home | mat barzal | masterpost by @/midnightsnyx

⭒ Santa & Baby by @thewintersoldierdisaster

⭒ family heirloom by @starry-hughes

⭒ operation woo by @ilyasorokinn

⭒ “just breathe, it’s okay. it’ll be okay.” by @matsbarzal

⭒ “future husband” by @bordysbae

⭒ the worst wing-woman by @youunravelme

⭒ it’s nice to have a friend by @/youunravelme

⭒ Girl Of My Dreams  by @orphicdreamers-wp

⭒ stupid islander by @marnerparty

Crosby!reader

⭒ Glitter by @kelseys-version

⭒ Birdie Hughes by @nathaslosthershit

Hughes!Sister AU

Wyatt Johnston

⭒ standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can’t reach your lover’s lips by @theemporium

⭒  just a fling  by @zegrasdrysdale

⭒ Early by @toasttt11

Matthew Tkachuk 

⭒ Like Father, Like Son by @cailinsblog

⭒ The Vows by @secretlittlerandezvous

⭒ What I Love Most by @heartmix

⭒ please please please by @chukys-mouthguard

⭒ Masterlist by @/chukys-mouthguard

Trevor Zegras

⭒ Drug by @bunting27

⭒ Penalty Box— Engagement Edition by @starsandhughes

⭒ Penalty Box Series Masterlist by @/starsandhughes

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⭒ Kiss me by @/babydollmarauders

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⭒ Dress by @/lvrhughes

⭒ “Where were you last night?” by @uluvjay

⭒ Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister by @/uluvjay

Anthony Beauvillier

⭒ love is an open door  by @ivyglow

⭒ Mine by @/ivyglow

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[fangirlingpuggle]

Very very dumb Bleach AU idea where Ichigo(at full power basically soul king level) goes back in time to fix everything ends up way further back like young captain commander time, he's able to fully kill Yhwach and prevent him doing anything at all, no sleep no future quincy war, he also gets involved in making soul society...more so just vetoing anything like central 46 because nothing involving them ended well, and should make things easier and less likely for anyone to manipulate.

He travels around for a bit making sure everything settled and no other persons gonna try to take over the world before not really knowing what to do... when he next checks in on soul society gotei 13's all established and everything seems to be going well, but when he checks in on captain commander he's like 'Well we need someone in charge'

'Isn't that you old man?'

'I can't be fully in charge of all of soul society I run the gotei 13... no we need someone else to run soul society'

'...'

'...no'

Ichigo is now on the run from all the captains who are trying to get him to take over things because a) he's insanely powerful b) he's actually good and not corrupted and will actually care about people and not just the nobles c) He has common sense.

'DON'T YOU HAVE THE SOUL KING FOR THIS?'

'Ichigo I am still convinced you are the soul king'

'I'm not!'

'You haven't aged a single day in the hundreds of years i've known you and you literally bitch slapped Ywatch into oblivion, you also seem to have all the powers..ALL OF THEM'

'...I...I...I mean your wrong... bit I do get it'

And this goes on for centuries Ichigo tying very hard not to have to rule soul society and convince people he isn't the soul king. Only her keeps ending up doing this because he keeps ending up adopting younger versions of captains and others. (It started with the captain commander sending little Jushiro, Kyoraku and a tiny feral Unohana to stop Ichigo he just went big brother mode... he is the one person Unohana will listen to and not try to murder...well when she tries to murder him it's more a game then an actually murder attempt)

Just Ichigo who ends up being big brother to like all of Seireitei, he doesn't age at all but even when the others get older them him still totally see him as their big brother. Him always having at least one or two following him around like ducklings.

Some hollows figuring out how to evolve to arrancar naturally... Ichigo was in Hucheo mundo for a while and his weird reality breaking powers might have affected things. Shinigami are totally chill with them because all of them have seen these types of hollow powers before most grew up seeing Ichigo use them casually. (Also Unohana wants to fight them)

Well until Grimmjow shows up and him and Ichigo are fight flirting just being very weird and all of seretiei are ready to give a shovel talk. Captain meetings are them plotting 'Big brother can do way better'. Captain commander is just watching all this amused.

(None of them realize Grimmjow thought process is

'Wait if I date Kurosaki I get to fight all of them... OI KUROSAKI WE'RE DATING NOW!'

'...WAIT WHAT?')

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Planes, Love, & Rock ‘n Roll 🎸🩶| Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x 80s Rockstar Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x 80s Rockstar!reader (romantic), Bradley Bradshaw x reader (mother/son-type relationship), Dagger Squad (platonic)

📨 = requested works | TGM Main Masterlist

Content warnings: Fluff, slight profanity, flirtatious banter, light suggestive content, mentions of past drug use. | Female!reader (she/her)

Series Summary 🩶: The Dagger Squad didn’t know much about their former instructor turned friend, Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. Only Rooster had insight on all there was when it came to the famous pilot, and his love life certainly fell into that. When the squad shows up unannounced to Maverick’s San Diego home for his birthday weekend, they are greeted with the shock of the lifetime when it’s revealed Maverick’s lady once ruled the radio of the decade they were born in. And what better way for them to properly meet one of the greatest rockstars to ever exist than by attending the bands reunion concert that night.

Imagines:

It's A Long Way To The Top

The Rockstar, Her Husband, & Their Dagger Ducklings

The Daughter of Rock 'N Roll 📨

The Romantics 📨

Love on Tour 📨

Social Media AU:

Part 1

[rose-red-ink]

Minimal context starboard from our One Piece server

These are mostly by me and @incomingalbatross who is a hilarious human being and I adore her

I'm ngl I think being a clown would help Yonji's mental state

Babies are commodities right? That's why you have them?

...answering a Tumblr ask and talking about one of my Water 7 song choices

I came THIS CLOSE to saying Franky "went off the rails" after losing Tom

He's a literalist!! He puts his money where his mouth is!!🤣

he puts his money where his sword is (mouth)

Instead of "explain it like I'm five," Strawhats say "explain it like I'm Luffy"

Monet utilized girl power but she did NOT do it well

Robin would LOVE Mina. Girl who is smart and likes information and loves her people AND likes spooky graveyards? Perfect

Franky likes Dracula because it has trains in it

Mihawk; I miss my wife, Croc. I miss her a lot

...now I'm thinking about Arlong-Nami and Zeff-Sanji in juxtaposition

Arlong: "This is my Precious and Irreplaceable Cartographer :) she's so happy to be here :) Right Nami?"

Zeff: "This is my STUPID GARBAGE SOUS-CHEF who needs to LEAVE ALREADY"

In WCI;

Sanji; "They threatened Zeff"

Nami; "Oh!" (Has no idea what inflection to add to that "oh")

bc "they threatened arlong" ends in the best moment of Nami's life

New chapter!! Finally featuring my son who has every complex 💙

Law: the audience is looking at me. quick I gotta be Edgy

Your liklihood to get a stupid nickname is directly equivilent to how long it's been since Luffy talked with Makino, the only person on the planet who can make him remember manners exist

Her mom really did sell her to One Direction the Bege Pirates :/

Barto would be a Snuggly Duckling patron if he were in Tangled

🎶HE'S GOT A DREAM

HE'S GOT A DREAM

HE JUST WANTS TO SEE THE FUTURE PIRATE KING🎶

By Child Abandonment Year he looks like this

Romance Asexual Dawn Trio

"not my circus, not my monkeys" is a much funnier phrase in One Piece

Sengoku is chanting it to himself whenever a member of Garp's family OTHER than Garp makes world news again

he got to buy his crew's lives for the low low prices of letting these dweebs torture him. he is Winning right now

the ONE thing Mihawk and Buggy can bond over actually

Mihawk one day, in passing: "Why is Red-Hair like this and how do I get him to stop"

Buggy: "If you find out, LET ME KNOW"

[Heart Pirates Groupchat] CaptainPicard; "That's not respectful enough. Also stop changing my name to different fictional captains"

WhaleI'llBe; Yessir!

Calzone's name has been changed to Calzone-san

CaptainAmerica: .....I guess that's better?

I love it in Zou when he's like "TIME TO LET MYSELF THINK ABOUT MY CREW AGAIN" and he just walks away from the Strawhats immediately

"I am allowed to Feel Again"

...

...

"MY GUYS--"

when dating would be Too Much but your crush coughing blood onto your face on purpose is fine

Mihawk: Dear Perona, Did you know Gothic interiors were actually brightly painted and filled with light? The idea of them as dark or ominous places...

Perona, shoving the postcard in Zoro's face: WHY is he RUINING MY DREAMS

In their final duel, Zoro should slash him (Mihawk) across the chest and tell him to fight him someday

"just kill me, Roronora >:("

"It's still too early for you to die."

"I'm fourty two!"

"My name is Roronora Zoro! Learn about yourself! Learn about the world! and become strong!"

"I'VE BEEN TRAVERSING THE SEAS SINCE YOU WERE AN INFANT, WHELP OF A BOY"

GUYS STOP SAYING "REMEMBER WHEN--" I DO. YOUR SHOW HAS SUCESSFULLY BEEN INGRAINED INTO MY HEART AND PERSONALITY. I DON'T NEED THE FLASHBACKS I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS

wait is Usopp a hobbit

(Modern AU, the Strawhats with a car) You are Harlord and you're driving your wife Linda and your two kids down to Florida to go to Disney world. You start to hear the faint hum of music coming up on the lane behind you. The car is next to your for long enough for you to see the driver being lightly....STRANGLED?! By a young woman in the passenger seat and you don't even have time to be alarmed bc he had just tried to do a U turn in front of you and she's stopped him. You can hear music bc the windows are down and there's a skeleton playing the violin and singing a sea shanty while a tiny reindeer asks a woman with too many arms for "five more minutes" on his IPad. You smell cigarette smoke. A man is sitting crosslegged on the roof. Smoking. As the car hurtles down the highway at 70 mph. And as they zoom by, the last thing you hear is loud laughter as a teenager crawls his way out of the window with too-long limbs and splays himself out on the grill of the car.

[paintbrushnebula]

Have you ever thought about making a Ghostflower Tangled AU? Because I can't stop thinking about Miles with 70 feet of blonde dreads, and Gwen's failed smolder and begrudgingly guiding Miles to see the lanterns. It just works so well in my brain.

Hi! YOU! YES YOU! You've got my number! Because I LIVE for Ghostflower x New Dream. Gosh, I live for Spider-Verse x Tangled, period! I've had it rotating in my brain for about a year now, although I guess I've never really talked at length about it or shared any of my ideas for a proper Spider-Verse x Tangled AU, have I?

I was a little embarrassed before, if I'm being honest 😅. But if y'all wanna indulge me, THEN HYYYES IMMA WAX POETICALLY ABOUT THIS AU TILL THE END OF TIME AND SPACE.

Rapunzel - Miles Morales Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider - Gwen Stacy/Ghost Spider Mother Gothel - Olivia Octavius Captain of the Guard - George Stacy King Frederic - Jeff Morales/King Jefferson Queen Arianna - Rio Morales/Queen Rio The Stabbington Brothers - Tombstone and Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider Maximus - Widow (Web-Slinger’s horse) The Snuggly Duckling Pub Thugs - The Sinister Six (they’re soft-confirmed to appear in Beyond the Spider-Verse after all) Pascal - isn’t in this AU.

So the overall plot of Tangled remains relatively the same, with the cast of Spider-Verse implemented into it, of course.

18 years ago, King Jefferson used the sundrop flower to heal the dying pregnant Queen Rio of Corona. Prince Miles is born with golden, ultra kinky 4c hair and magical healing powers, gets kidnapped by Mother Olivia, locked away in a tower deep in the woods, the whole shebang.

Now, Gwen Stacy is the secret identity of masked legendary thief Ghost Spider, currently a respected, high-ranking member of the Spider Society, a crime syndicate run by The Kingpin in the neighboring kingdom of Vardaros, the most powerful in the Seven Kingdoms due to its members' all wearing masks that hide their faces, rendering their identities completely unknown to anyone and impossible for any law enforcement to track them down. Recently, Ghost Spider has been commissioned by The Kingpin to steal the Lost Prince of Corona's crown from the palace.

So Ghost Spider has been on the run for years from the Captain of the Coronan Guard, Captain George Stacy, her father, who has no idea the masked thief he's hunting is his own daughter.

And don’t think I haven’t thought about the TV series exclusive characters!

Cassandra - Lyla (you have no idea how happy I was when I came up with that) Lance Strongbow - Hobie Brown/Rebel Spider Kiera and Catalina - Peni Parker and Margo Kess (they’re not kids in this though) Uncle Monty - Aunt May Varian - Miles G. Quirin - Aaron Davis Adira - Jessica Drew Hector - Miguel O’Hara The Baron - Kingpin (obv) Anthony the Weasel - Web-Slinger Baron’s Henchmen - Spider Society Lord Demanitus - Peter B. Parker King Edmund - Spider-Noir/King Benjamin Hamuel - Spider-Ham/Hamuel (he’s not called “Spider-Ham” ofc but he is still a talking anthropomorphic pig in this) Zhan Tiri - The Spot

Your concepts about Miles with golden dreads, Gwen's smolder, her taking him to see the LANTERNS OOHHHHHHH yeah imma just have to draw all that, sorry. Talking about it aint enough. Expect a buncha Tangled x Spiderverse fanart to be flooding my blog soon XD

[anghraine]

While I'm at it, and mostly for my own convenience: these are all the major femslash K/S AU scraps I've posted, in actual chronological order (which is not how I wrote them, lol):

Prior to TOS:

Commander S'paak, newly appointed first officer of the Enterprise, is quietly informed that Captain Pike's replacement will be Captain Jessica Kirk, the first woman to ever command a major starship. Shortly thereafter, Pike summons S'paak for a more helpful and frank discussion of the new captain and the importance of S'paak's role in supporting her.

S'paak accompanies her former CO and XO, Captain Pike and "Number One," for the formal transfer of command to Captain Kirk.

Captain Kirk first invites S'paak to use her name.

c. Season One of TOS

Immediately after "Where No Man Has Gone Before": Jess decompresses through getting to know S'paak (and her language and culture) better.

Vague but earlyish: S'paak struggles with her unwelcome betrothal link to Stonn; Jess doesn't understand, but manages to help anyway.

Vague but earlyish (several months before "The Conscience of the King"): Kevin Riley tries to navigate his intense, fraught feelings around serving under Captain Kirk, who 20 years earlier was one of the other child genocide survivors on Tarsus IV. She saved his life, but clearly has no idea who he is, and he struggles to convey the sheer weight of everything going on in his head to his friends.

c. "Charlie X": Charlie Evans imprints on Kirk like a horny duckling, and is weird and gross about it with S'paak (who doesn't ping him as specifically a threat to his masculinity but holds no appeal beyond her connection to Jess).

c. "The Naked Time" (but with flashbacks to Jess's history long before the mission as she's increasingly affected): S'paak's confession of shame over their relationship is hardly unprecedented in Jessica Kirk's life + Kirk claws her way through the space alcohol disease's effects on her.

c. "The Enemy Within": S'paak's gay awakening ft. "good" Jessica Kirk (in very little clothes).

c. "The Conscience of the King": S'paak discovers that the nuclear rage of the ancient Vulcans is alive and well within her when she unearths the true connection between Kirk, Riley, Leighton, and Karidian.

c. "Balance of Terror": the bigotry on the bridge scene.

c. Season Two

c. "Amok Time": the aftermath of the combat and Kirk's apparent death is witnessed by T'Pring.

c. Season Three

c. "Wink of an Eye": S'paak ejects her ethics yet again by signing on to Kirk's choices after rescuing her from the Scalosians.

c. "That Which Survives": after the destruction of the Losira replicas, S'paak tries to understand why she was so out of control during the crisis, while Kirk handled a starvation crisis with no more than a slightly short temper, only to realize in her conversation with the captain that S'paak must have already linked their minds.

c. "Turnabout Intruder": S'paak struggles with her own awareness of the passionate, illogical extremes of her still-unspoken love for Jess, only for their intimacy to save the captain from Janice Lester's plot (the longest single piece thus far).

Post-TOS, during the later mission

A few months after the Janice Lester incident, S'paak is severely injured during a disastrous mission in which she and McCoy are stranded on the planet and he's forced to attempt an experimental procedure that exposes more of her feelings for his best friend than she'd willingly breathe to anyone.

Post-mission

After the five-year mission, S'paak invites the worn-down Jess to take her mandatory leave on Vulcan (per the cut lines from "The City on the Edge of Forever"): two months into this recuperation, T'Pring arrives in Shi'Kahr.

[searchingwardrobes]

Scarborough Fair: 11/?

I'm so excited, ya'll! This is it - the wedding chapter! And the wedding night, which means sexy times. I don't write smut, so it's super steamy and then fades to black. Buuut this may just be the steamiest thing I've ever written. So, enjoy!

And a reminder of Emma's wedding dress:

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

Also on Ao3

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Chapter Eleven

“I can’t believe I was so stupid!” Ingrid slammed her palm against the steering wheel as they drove back home.

“It isn’t your fault Ingrid,” Killian assured her. “I think it was that amulet he wears. When he touched it, something happened to me. My thoughts got muddied, and I was drawn towards him.”

Ingrid shook her head and pressed her lips into a thin line. “You withstood him better than I did,” she looked over at Emma, “you both did.”

Emma’s brow creased. “You’re right. Maybe it has something to do with what my mom and Belle both said about true love.”

“What did they say?” Ingrid asked. 

Killian cleared his throat. “Just that the love Emma and I have for each other can be protection against Rumplestiltskin.”

“Not exactly,” Emma laughed, looking back at Killian with pride sparkling in her eyes. “My mom seemed very relieved that I had Killian, and Belle said that Rumplestiltskin wasn’t counting on Killian being in the picture.”

“She said he hated me,” Killian clarified.

“Don’t listen to him,” Emma told Ingrid, “he’s basically my hero.”

Killian scoffed even as his cheeks pinked, and Emma laughed.

“Emma,” Ingrid scolded, “how can you be so flippant about this? I told that horrible man things about our family. I invited him to the wedding! He could ruin it somehow.”

Emma shook her head. “He won’t. I don’t think he even can. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do.”

Ingrid glanced at Killian’s reflection in the rearview mirror. He shrugged back at her. Emma was humming the tune of “Scarborough Fair,” of all things, looking contentedly out of the window. How their visit to the mental hospital could possibly have encouraged her was beyond him, but he loved her all the more for her sudden optimism. 

Ingrid’s phone started to ring, and she answered via her bluetooth.

“Hey babe,” she told Liam.

“Hello, love. I’ve got great news!”

“We can use as much of that as we can get. What is it?”

“That professor of agriculture got back to me. According to him, we can take a kernel of corn and grind it down. Then we add that corn ‘powder’ to something fine, like flaxseed, and sow that.”

“Will that count?” Emma piped up.

“He thinks so,” Liam said. “Apparently there’s some legend in . . . Wales? Scotland? I can’t remember, but anyways, in the legend a father won’t let his daughter marry the man she loves unless he can sow an entire field with just one kernel of corn. This was how he accomplished it.”

“You didn’t tell him about our situation, did you?” Ingrid asked with concern.

“Of course not! I told him I was thinking of publishing a second book about the song ‘Scarborough Fair,’ that’s all.”

“Okay, well, at least that’s one thing.”

“Elsa is doing some data analysis to figure out how fast Emma needs to plow before the tide comes in.”

“Now we just have to find this town no one knows.”

That was what worried Killian the most. None of them had any idea how to go about the second riddle. And after their visit to the mental hospital, it was more clear than ever that the future of many people, not just Emma’s, was in the balance. 

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The next week and a half flew by, and before Emma knew it, she was sitting in front of Ingrid’s vanity mirror in her wedding dress. Ingrid was applying her makeup, and Anna was using a curling iron on her hair. They all yelped when the door flew open, but it was only Liam. 

“What’s with all the people downstairs?” he demanded.

Ingrid straightened up to look at him, a stick of eyeliner gripped between her fingers. “We’re having a wedding, dear, the living room is filled with guests.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “I’m aware of that. But I counted two priests, a rabbi, a baptist minister, a Buddhist monk, and some woman waving a gourd around.”

“The gourd is part of a Cherokee ritual to ward off evil spirits,” Ingrid explained as she leaned down to apply eyeliner to Emma’s eyelids, “and there’s only one priest. The other is an Episcopalian minister.”

“Ingrid, what’s with all the holy people, that’s what I’m asking!”

Ingrid sighed as she straightened once again from her task. “I invited an evil imp to this wedding by accident, okay? So I’m trying to counter that with anything and everything I possibly can!” 

Liam sighed. “That’s sweet of you, darling. Eccentric, but sweet.”

He stepped forward and placed a kiss against his wife’s cheek as Emma and Anna laughed. He left after promising for the fifth time that day to keep Killian downstairs. 

“Do you think he noticed the crystals you lined up on the fireplace mantel?” Emma asked when he was gone.

Ingrid chuckled. “Probably not.”

Anna let out a frustrated groan as she released another limp curl from the curling iron. “I’m not good at this!”

“I told you to use hot rollers,” said Ingrid. 

Emma shook her head. “I don’t want my hair too overdone.”

Anna gave Ingrid a weighted look. “If only Elsa were here. She’s the only one who can do that loose side braid you love.”

Suddenly, Ingrid’s walk-in closet burst open. “Did someone say they needed my help?”

Emma squealed with joy at the sight of Elsa stepping out of the closet. She jumped up and threw herself into her older sister’s arms. 

“I’m so glad you’re here!”

“And I’m glad to finally get out of the closet.” Elsa looked over Emma’s shoulder and scowled at her sister and her aunt. “I thought you two would never say the code word!”

“We didn’t know Liam was going to interrupt!” Anna retorted. 

Ingrid just laughed. “Sorry we hid this from you, Emma, but we wanted it to be a surprise.”

“I wasn’t sure I could make it, either,” Elsa explained, “so we didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

Emma shook her head, dabbing carefully at tears that threatened her makeup. “I don’t care, I’m just so happy to see you! Will you be my second bridesmaid? You can wear the dress you have on - this wedding is very informal.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Elsa assured her. “Now, are we going to do something about your hair or not?”

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Killian stood in front of the fireplace in the Jones family living room, his brother standing at his side. He kept fidgeting and shifting from one foot to the other. 

“Nervous?” Liam asked him.

“No,” he answered without hesitation. He barely noticed all the people, most of whom he swore were strangers, crowded into their home. He didn’t feel he was giving up his freedom or being burdened, or any of the other cliches people used for grooms. He just wanted to see Emma descend the stairs. He wanted to pledge his life to her, slip the ring in Liam’s pocket onto her finger, kiss her, and then begin their life together. 

Liam’s friend and colleague, shoved into a tiny corner with his keyboard, began to play the processional, and Ingrid was the first to descend the stairs as Emma’s matron of honor, a tiny bouquet of white daisies clutched in her hands. Elsa, then Anna. followed Ingrid down the stairs. Killian strained his eyes for Emma. She wouldn’t be escorted. She had said it was unnecessary, and she wanted Liam to be Killian’s best man. 

Then, suddenly, there she was, and the music changed. She seemed to float down the stairs like a vision, her dress trailing the ground, her bare shoulders glowing under the lights, and her golden hair in a loose braid that draped over her shoulder. Her hair was threaded with baby’s breath and Queen Anne’s lace, and she clutched a simple bouquet of white roses tied with a white satin ribbon. Her eyes were searching the crowded room, but she didn’t seem to be able to see him. 

Then, suddenly, at the bottom of the stairs, she faltered. She reached out one hand to grip the banister tightly. Her skin went suddenly pale. She seemed to be staring at something no one could see. 

What Killian couldn’t see, what no one could see, was the man at the bottom of the stairs, leaning on his cane. Only Emma could see him. Her breaths became shallow, and she suddenly felt dizzy. Panic gripped her heart. 

“You want to run,” Rumplestiltskin told her, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “You don’t want to get married at 17. You don’t have to. Just turn around and go back upstairs.”

Emma began to shake. What was she doing? He was right! She was too young to get married! Why was she getting married again? Who was she marrying? Something wasn’t right. This man made sense - she should just run back upstairs. 

“Emma?” 

Rumplestiltskin jerked his head towards the sound of the young man’s voice. The boy didn’t see him, of course. His spell had seen to that. But why was there such strong magic emanating from the lad? Rumple recoiled, feeling a sudden, sharp, physical pain. The shirt! The stupid boy was wearing the shirt Emma had made with no needle or seam. The wretched shirt that solved the first riddle. No one could see it; he wore it beneath his shirt and tie. The boy must be sweating in the heavy felt, too. What had possessed him to don the thing? Curse him! Rumple stumbled backwards, the magic of true love overpowering him. He turned and ran, his glamor spell starting to wane, and his skin burning. He almost fell down the steps, but when he reached the sidewalk he turned and steadied himself, smoothing down the front of his suit coat. 

“No matter,” he snarled up at the house and the people inside. “I may not be able to touch you yet, but I will, mark my words, I will, and soon!”

Inside, the sound of Killian’s voice had broken the spell that had held Emma frozen at the bottom of the stairs. She looked down into Killian’s gentle smile and sparkling blue eyes, and every doubt and bit of confusion fled. He held out his hand.

“Don’t be afraid, Emma,” he told her softly, “we’ll walk the aisle together.”

She took his hand and descended the last few steps. She tucked her arm into his and beamed up at him. 

“Why would I be afraid?” she asked him, and she would never remember the strange man at the bottom of the stairs. 

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Emma giggled as Killian carried her over the threshold of the house they would share, at least as long as the professor who owned it was on sabbatical. Killian set her down, brushed her lips with a kiss, then stepped forward, his arms spread wide.

“So, what do you think?”

Emma stepped slowly into the room, taking in the small foyer and the modest living room to the left. To the right was a stairwell, and down a short hall in front of her was a small eat-in kitchen. It was a narrow, two story Victorian, even older than the home she grew up in with Ingrid. Emma wrapped her arms around the post of the stairway banister and looked up at the decorative stain glass panel above the front door which was so common in Victorian homes. It cast shafts of colored light onto the flowered wallpaper. 

“It’s not very big, I know,” Killian told her, “but the man who owns it is a bachelor, after all. The upstairs is better, though. He renovated it to just one huge master suite with a really modern bathroom. It’s got a double shower!”

Emma caught his gaze at that, and a teasing smile lifted her lips. “Really?”

Killian swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. He’d never heard that one word sound so laden with sensual promise. Emma bit her lower lip as she regarded him, still draped across the banister. 

“I could . . .” he stuttered, “give you a tour. Of the house, I mean.”

Emma grinned slyly, then gazed up the stairs. “I only want to see the bedroom.”

Killian swallowed again, “Oh - okay.”

Emma stepped closer and took his hand. She said nothing, just gazed at him in a way that took his breath away. He took the stairs, leading her by the hand, every nerve in his body on high alert. 

The stairs led them straight into the master suite, with no door separating the two. At the back of the room was a sitting area surrounded by built-in bookshelves. A TV was mounted on the wall so it could be seen from either the sofa, rocking chair, or bed. 

The bed. It was a queen size, four-poster bed situated in front of a beautiful round window of colored glass. It dominated the room, or at least it seemed to right now. Emma walked to it slowly, running her hands along the quilt that lay across it. When Ingrid had seen the house, she said the quilt was another sign that fate meant them to be together. The pattern of interlocking circles was called a wedding ring quilt. 

Emma wrapped her arms around one of the bedposts, just like she had the banister downstairs, and looked at him shyly. Two spots of color tinted her cheeks. Killian scratched behind his ear and gestured to the door to his left. 

“Do you, uh, want to see the bathroom?”

“Killian,” Emma said gently, “why are you so nervous?”

He was able to laugh, just a bit, at her words, but he didn’t know what to say. Emma took one step forward, took him by the hand and pulled him closer. To her and to the bed. She ran both hands up the front of his shirt and began to undo the buttons. His heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. 

Suddenly, Emma paused. “What’s under your shirt?”

“The one you made. To solve the first riddle.”

Emma laughed as she worked off his tie and undid the rest of his buttons. “Oh my God, you must have been burning up!”

“You have no idea!” He laughed too and peeled the scratchy, insanely hot shirt up and over his head. He sighed in relief as he tossed it aside, then ran his hand through his sweaty hair. He caught Emma staring at him, her cheeks now bright red. He wondered if she would get nervous now, but instead, she turned her back to him. 

“Unzip me?”

Her back was almost completely bare already in her halter dress. The zipper didn’t start until her lower back. He could scarcely breathe as he slid it down, revealing her lacy underwear. 

“And untie the halter?” Emma’s voice was thick, and he was thankful he wasn’t the only one obviously shaken by desire.

Killian did as she asked, letting his fingers dance along her spine after he finished. Emma sucked in a sudden breath at his touch. He stepped closer, encircling her waist and pressing his chest to her back. Still holding the front of her dress to her chest, Emma leaned back into him, and he trailed kisses along her neck. 

“Are you even wearing a bra?” he asked against her skin.

Emma turned to face him, still holding her dress up. “It’s hard to wear a bra when it’s a halter,” she said, then she let go of the dress, and it fell with a soft rustling sound at her feet. 

For a few heated moments, he took her in, glorious in nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Then he surged forward, pressing her bare breasts against him and devouring her mouth with deep kisses. Emma moaned as he maneuvered her to the bed, and her hands fumbled with the zipper of his pants. 

After kicking aside his pants, he covered Emma with his body, nothing between them but that tiny scrap of lace. His hands roamed, as he sucked on her neck, and Emma panted as she grasped his back. He pulled back for a moment, tenderly cupping her cheek. 

“You asked why I was so nervous.”

“Mhm,” Emma replied, her lips pressed together, and her eyes wide.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, his hand drifting down to caress her breasts. 

“A little,” she whispered. 

“Me too,” he confessed, “because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Emma pressed her hands to his cheeks. “I know you would never hurt me.”

He ran his thumb along the waistband of her panties, and she shuddered, her eyes fluttering shut. 

“I don’t want you to be scared,” he whispered hoarsely.

Her eyes opened and held his as she lifted her hips and guided his hands.

“Do I look scared to you?”

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The window above the bed scattered beams of light in various shades across the quilt that covered Emma and Killian. They were both still naked, and Emma was tucked against him, running her hands through his chest hair. He ran his hands along her bare arm and kept brushing kisses to her forehead. 

Emma let out a contented sight, “That was amazing. I want to do it again and again and again.”

Killian chuckled. “I’m so relieved to hear you say that. I was so worried, I even asked Liam for advice.”

Emma twisted so she could look into his face. “You talked to Liam about us having sex?” she yelped. 

“Not like that, just . . . I wanted to be sure I was sensitive to what you’ve been through. He understood that and was really helpful. I read that some guys are really rushed and insensitive without meaning to be when it’s their first time, and I didn’t want to do anything stupid.”

Emma nodded, then a slow grin spread across her face. “Well, whatever he told you, I need to send him a thank you card, because . . . wow!”

Killian laughed. “Now, that would be awkward.”

Emma suddenly grew quiet, and her hand stilled in its exploration of his chest. 

“Emma?” he asked tentatively.

She sighed and rolled over next to him on her back. For her to lie there next to him, her breasts uncovered, made him feel so honored to receive that vulnerability. Still, something told him she was insecure about something.

“Did I disappoint you, though?” she asked.

Killian rolled closer to her as he exclaimed, “What? Why would you ask that?”

“Well, I doubt you imagined a woman with this kind of figure for your first time.” She ran her hand over her baby bump, which still wasn’t incredibly noticeable, to be honest. 

“Emma,” he said softly, turning her chin to face him, “you are the most beautiful, exquisite thing I have ever seen in my life. I thought I was going to internally combust for a moment when your dress hit the floor.”

Emma chuckled at that, but he could still see the insecurity in her eyes. He decided to show her instead. He gently ran his hand down the length of her body, stopping at her rounded abdomen. He caressed it gently, then leaned down and placed a lingering kiss right beside her belly button. To his surprise, he felt a small thump in response. 

Emma gasped, and Killian’s head snapped up. “Did he just -”

“Yes,” Emma laughed, “he just kicked you.”

Killian lowered his lips again to Emma’s belly. “Hello, little one,” he said, “it’s me, your daddy.”

He kissed Emma’s belly button again, and Emma dug her fingers into his hair. When he looked back up at her, tears were shining in her eyes. He pushed himself up and kissed her, gently at first, and then with more passion. Emma broke the kiss, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Didn’t you say something about a double shower?”

Before he knew it, she was out of the bed and darting to the bathroom door. With a growl, he jumped up and chased after her. 

[reineydraws]

Hello! I thought about how Zoro would fit in the hockey AU since his sensei is a figure skater, but his captain's a hockey player, so far I have three theories:

1. Ex-hockey player, now a figure skater

2. Ex-figure skater: danced in pair with his sister Perona as a child, changed to hockey after seeing Kuina in a match

3. Always a hockey player but respects Mihawk's skill above all, so ignores all coaches and hockey athletes and goes straight for him for guidance (can also apply to #2)

What are your thoughts on this?

HELLO! i actually placed him as your second option, with him having been a figure skater and then switching to hockey, but i never fleshed it out much further than that and your ideas of him skating with perona until he sees kuina play hockey is so cute. 🥺🥺 (imagine zoro and perona's lil matching pairs outfits as kids. SO cute. 🥺🥺🥺)

i can imagine kuina challenging him to a race, and zoro thinks he can skate faster than kuina and then gets soundly beaten bc hockey players have to skate fast. i also think kuina's "you're so lucky you're a boy" conversation would make more sense 'cuz she can bring up the the disparity in pay between genders in professional sports. i think he would become a huge advocate for the pwhl and never shut up about how kuina made him change sports. (both of them paint the handles of their hockey sticks like the handle of a samurai sword.)

gotta say tho, i find your third option absolutely fascinating. what kind of guy must zoro be to be a hockey player his whole life, but see mihawk figure skating and think, "yeah that guy knows best about this sport he doesn't play." 😂 just sees mihawk skating at the rink one day before his kids hockey class and imprints on him like a tiny duckling. abruptly stops listening to his own coach to the point that the coach has to ask mihawk if he could maybe give the kid some guidance, please mister dracule (the coach is shaking in their skates, mihawk is so scary, literally no one ever approaches him in the rink except for his coach and his manager). mihawk surprisngly accepts and lays into zoro about manners even as he starts correcting zoro's awkward balance.

tho i suppose you might be coming from the "mihawk is zoro and perona's dad" camp, in which case that's actually cute as hell. zoro to every hockey coach ever in his life: "my dad skates better than you." :')) but ye, i'd been imagining him as a former student of mihawk's, and then he pivots to hockey after meeting luffy, but i like your thing with kuina too. 🥰 this turned out long lol but thanks for the ask!

[princess-and-the-swan]

MC Fic Rec: Duties, Desires, and Defying Expectations

By erinville99 | Rating: M

Devastated by the news of an impending arranged marriage, Princess Emma turns to Lieutenant Killian Jones’ unwavering friendship. Decisions must be made as she finds herself torn between duty, passion, and a secret love for her best friend. WIP.

Friends to lovers, pining, and lieutenant duckling -- what more could you want?

Read it on AO3

[kmomof4]

12 (Actually 13) Days of Captain Swan Fic Recs!!!

It is time for Day 4 of my 12 (Actually 13) Days of CS Fic Recs!! Today, I'm reccing one of my longest read authors. I started reading fan fiction in late spring of '16, and @snowbellewells already had quite a list of fics on fanfiction.net, so I dove in and read everything she had posted. And I've read everything she's written since then as well. Her writing is some of the most beautifully descriptive out there and if you haven't read her fics, you are seriously missing out!!

As the co-author of the Girls Vacay Fics, they are of course at the top of the list of my favorite fics of hers!!!

And now for my favs of Marta's solo fics!!!

A Year in the Court of Misthaven - Rated M - An AU collection of Lieutenant Duckling vignettes taking place over the course of a year; set in an Enchanted Forest where Regina never cast the curse, Emma grew up as the Princess she would have been, and fell in love with a bright and promising young naval lieutenant...

Moonlit Ghosts - Rated G - May have been written and posted in the spring, this one is set in and perfect for Spooky Season!!!

The Storybrooke crew has enough time and peace to plan a little Autumn revelry aboard the Jolly Roger for the kids of the town. The young Author, the librarian, and Emma and Killian, work together to provide some Halloween thrills and chills as well as a haunting story...

Run to Me (In the Dead of Night) and sequel Face to Face in the Broad Daylight - Both rated T - Written for the first and second CSSNS back in '18 and '19. WEREWOLVES!!!!!!

Emma Swan really just wanted to keep her newfound son safe, get to know her parents at last, and be a good deputy to the rest of the town of Storybrooke. She certainly didn't count on chaos breaking loose with the return of magic and restored memories, learning that werewolves are real, or dealing with a handsome loner she can't seem to resist...no matter how much she wants to. As it turns out though, she may need him - secrets and all - to survive and triumph over their combined enemies.

Start of the Dance - Rated G - Emma enjoys one of the good moments with her father before turning to the one she will have by her side from now on... (Post S3 finale, lots of fluffy goodness)

A Private Revolution - Rated T - On the eve of Revolution, when it seems his whole world is falling down around him, nobleman Killian Jones is given a wonderful reason to keep fighting for his life.

Here In Our Time - Rated M - Written for my bday back in '20

Emma brings a bit of their encounter in the past into the present for her husband...

Over the Realms and Through the Woods, to Arendelle We Go - Rated G - Emma and Killian take their crew on a holiday road trip to visit old friends and make new Christmas memories…

And several more fics that I had to leave off... again, readable length post... I hope you enjoy all these and I'll see you tomorrow for Day 5!!!

[brucethegirl]

I've been reading a lot of fics lately, I want to read more. But here's some of my favorites I've read recently:

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Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke

Moments before the Evil Queen’s Dark Curse whisks our beloved fairytale characters to Storybrooke, Captain Hook finally gets his revenge on the Crocodile. AU Dark Hook in original curse

Make A Wish

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn't expect what she finds. Canon divergence from 6x11 on

Christmas Wars: A New Hope

The last thing Emma Swan expects when she shows up for her sister's destination Christmas wedding is to find an irresistible groomsman with all the right looks and all the wrong opinions - about everything. But there's something beneath the bickering, something a lot softer than it seems on the surface, and Emma and Killian both find a new hope after heartbreak and loss. AU contemporary

No More Interruptions

She hadn't seen him in five years. Five years since her parents had interrupted them when they both had been on the cusp on moving beyond just being friends. Five years of wondering if he ever thought of her or even cared anymore. Now it was her birthday and he was back, making her question everything. (Captain Swan AU, Lieutenant Duckling verse. One-Shot)

Breathless

Emma and Killian share more than just a heart. Smut that turns really emotional and intense trauma discussion Canon divergent season 5.

The Legend of Captain Killian Jones

Cursed three hundred years ago to take on ghost form and haunt his family estate, Killian Jones receives a reprieve once every hundred years to take on corporeal form in order to try and break his curse. A renowned restorationist, Emma Swan takes on the project of bringing the three hundred year old Jones Manor back to its former glory. A manor that is reportedly haunted by the notorious Captain Killian Jones. Good thing Emma doesn’t believe in ghosts. AU Contemporary and ghosts

A Case of You

A "Practical Magic" AU in which Killian is a twice-cursed witch who's home after a murder, Emma is a single mom and deputy that's new to town, and their paths cross in ways they never expected.

A Gentleman Never Tells

Right after saving Henry in Neverland, Pan puts Emma under a Sleeping Curse that only romantic love can break. Hook's kiss wakes her, but in the confusion of the moment, it appears to everyone else, including Emma, that it was Neal's kiss that woke her. As the group celebrates and Hook empties his flask alone, he can't help thinking it is better this way.

Incomplete

When I Saw Your Face

Emma escapes the castle at night to experience the kingdom she will one day, reluctantly, rule and meets a pirate captain who might be more than he seems. AU princess/pirate

like if cleopatra grew up in a small town

Henry needs a dad. That's fine. Emma can deal with that. The problem? Neal wants more. The second problem? Emma keeps running into Hook and, despite trying to keep it friendly between them, finds herself falling in love.

You, Me, and Who You Used to Be

After getting her parents back on track, Emma’s magic returns. But before she can conjure a portal home, Killian is abducted. Alone in a world she knows nothing about and with no idea how to find Killian, Emma enlists the only person—or rather, pirate—who would be as motivated to save Killian as she is. However… Killian’s past may just be what destroys the future. CS Movie Divergence

Darkness Will Be Rewritten

A delay of five minutes can alter someone's destiny entirely. Imagine what a delay of eighteen years might do. The first eighteen years of Emma's life is a black void. And after ten years of having no memories for those years, a boy shows up at her door, claiming he's her son. He takes her to Storybrooke and she finds herself staying, trying to deny the connection she feels not only to the boy, but also to the fisherman he hangs out with that smells like rum and has eyes that remind her of a home she can't even remember. (While this is complete, the sequel is not)

To Read

Uncharted Neverland

Princess Emma swan saviour to her people is trapped in a dangerous island with no escape, were she meets Captain Hook known pirate, his mission is to find a lost fortune on the uncharted island, this treasure may also hold the key to escaping Neverland. CS AU princess/pirate

[fangirlingpuggle]

Ok so more dumb thoughts on my previous AU idea of Aizen and Ichigo time traveling after Quincy war goes bad (Link here)

Mainly just thoughts on Ichigo becoming teacher/surrogate big brother to multiple baby captains.

Like obviously Gin is first he Ichigo who is not only stronger than Aizen but also annoys Aizen so much and the man can do nothing about it and is instantly like 'Hello new favorite person other than Rangiku' ( Also realizes how death would be to easy for Aizen BUT eternal annoyance/embarrassment oh now that works and Gin is enjoying every moment of this)

Byakuya is next because he wants to beat Yoruchi and Ichigo is the only one who can beat her in speed so he demands to be taught... he's not even sure how he got surrogate adopted but totally ends up viewing Ichigo as a big brother figure as well as a teacher. He is much less stuck up and much much more likely to break all the rules. Although he still is as calm and composed as ever... but is totally an agent of chaos.

Soi Fon is the final one, one second she's doing reconnaissance because who is this mystery bastard who showed up Yoruichi-sama!... The next he's helping braid her hair... she's not to sure how it happened (Ichigo's big brother instincts are to strong) Yoruchi is of course the best but Ichigo gets second place.

Ichigo wasn't intending to adopt any future captains but now he has 3 following him around like ducklings... but well now he has, so obviously he's going to teach them everything he can because hell no you kids are totally going to know all ther ways to beat people and also how to fuck up everyone's plans now lets all of you Bankai.

Aizen is despairing because not only does he have Ichigo fucking up the time line and made planning impossible but now he has Gin, Byakuya and Soi Fon who are stupidly overpowered and also have been Ichigoified and so are now no longer predictable! HOWS HE SUPPOSE TO PLAN WITH 4 OF THEM! (His only solace is that the other 3 don't have hollow powers... but honestly he's not putting it past them to SOMEHOW get such powers)

Bonus: Byakuya ends up meeting Hisana earlier (Because Ichigo is also making sure his friends tragic backstories don't happen so he's not letting Rukia lose her sister) only he now has 2 disaster friends who want to wingman him

Gin:Byakuya come on let us help

Byakuya: If you try anything I will end you and no-one will find the body

Gin: Oh come on! It's bad enough Soi Fon won't let us help her with her crush on Yoruchi

Soi Fon: One more word and i'm helping him hide the body

Byakuya:I don't need help

Gin:With hiding my body or with the crush thing

Byakuya: Both

Gin:... Fine... guess we'll just stick to trying to helping Aizen with Shinji

Aizen:WHAT YOU DO IS NOT HELP!

In Ichigo's opinion this is a far better punishment for Aizen than his imprisonment ever was.

Bonus Bonus: If AU ever met cannon, all of them trying so hard to not call Ichigo sensei or big brother and also taking pictures cause BABY SENSEI... we can get so much blackmail material!

Also Byakuya and Soi Fon totally trash talking their canon selves and showing off how OP they are. Because these two do not stick to rules and would not get on great with their cannon selves.

[spore-loser]

budding vines

day seven  :  au  &  freeday @elainweekofficial

tamlain ( elain x tamlin )・dark spring court au・m elain feels trapped, and sees the way forward. so she travels to the ailing spring court. read full story : ao3

divider : @olenvasynyt

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Her dreams were no simple dreams

—they were seeing; they whispered of a future that could be Elain's if she had the courage to grasp it. She dreamed of a feeble sun whose rays could not penetrate the clouds—of a mist that hung unrelenting over the land—of fungi that grew up from damp earth and on the ailing trees—of ivy overgrown, smothering healthy trees. Flowers wilted and decayed. No birdsong could be heard from the dark woods, no chirping of insects from the fields. No fawns or cubs or kits could be seen with their mothers.

The something Elain felt under her skin spoke to her. Formless, but it still had a voice, murmuring into her ear. Go, it said, tickling her skin with goosebumps. Take your green thumb. Bring vigor back to Spring.

She saw herself walking barefoot on the mossy ground one day; on another, wearing a white dress evocative of the trees that rained down blossoms on breezy days. She could hear baby birds in their nests; could see ducklings floating along a pond with their mother. She wore a crown of fern leaves and bishop's lace flowers.

Her head swam with all that was to be—not tomorrow or the next day, but one day soon enough if only she let it.

Elain took out pen and paper and wrote to the last male she ever thought she would write to.

He didn't answer—not the first time, or the second time, nor the third time either.

So she didn't bother to write a fourth letter. Elain saved a date in her mind. Day by day, she saved nuts, seeds, and dried fruits, too, wrapping them up in the privacy of her bedroom. The food waited in a bag at the back of her closet, along with two big flasks of water and a few of her simplest dresses. When the day came, Elain packed away the pouch that held money from her gardening services.

She wrote a different sort of letter and left it resting on her pillow.

Feyre, I left Night like you once left Spring—to go where I really belong. Your city of starlight is wonderful, but not in the least bit mine. I think I know a place that is. It needs me as I need it. Please don't worry about me; I will be all right. I have seen it. – Elain

In the dead of night, Elain crept from The High Lord and Lady's manor house, dressed from head to toe in a black dress and sheer veil—the mourning clothes she wore at her father's funeral.

She went to Nesta's favorite tavern.

It was easy enough to buy passage on an outgoing ship, though the captain had his questions.

"Are you sure, Lady?"

Elain spoke softly but with purpose, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

He raised a sun-bleached brow. "You have family there ... ?"

"No," she answered, her voice clear like the eye of a storm. She smiled a little smile to assure him she was not mad. "My destiny awaits. The woods and the fields will welcome me; the animals will protect me."

The male blinked in discomfort, rubbing the back of his sun-browned neck. "I see ... "

At dawn, Elain was shown to her cabin, and she sailed aboard the Herald of the Morning.

Winter's chill was subsiding, and spring was soon to come.

read full story : ao3